Outside the city, in the midst of the Molten Iron Castle's formation, Lloyd Thunder clenched his hands in his armours.

He clasped his hands together to express his excitement.

Lloyd had every reason to be so excited, even before he set out, he didn't expect that this attack would go so smoothly and completely wipe out the enemy that threatened the Molten Iron Castle in one fell swoop!

"Thanks to the help of Count Wintercastle and the Grand Duke!" he walked to the group of rune mages, bowed to Sylvia, who was among them, and invited him, "Beautiful Grand Duke, may I ask if I have the privilege of sharing the glory of entering the city with you?"

"No need, I'll just stay out of the city. Please remember that it was Charlotte who helped the Molten Iron Castle, and I was never involved in this war. ”

It's okay to cover your ears and steal the bell, but that's the rules of the game. Sylvia, who had been involved in the creation of the Steean Instrument, could not have followed the army into the city at such a time, otherwise it would be a complete violation of the Steian Text.

"Yes, yes?" Lloyd, who didn't know the truth, nodded stunned, he had never seen a leader of a country refuse such an honor, "then, please forgive me for taking my leave, I will leave the elite troops responsible for your safety, the honorable Grand Duke of Icewind Castle." ”

"There's no need for that, I said I've never been involved in this war, you just treat me as if I never came to it. ”

Sylvia's indifferent voice made Lloyd's mouth stammer, and he said in a loud voice, "How can this be done, the body of the Grand Duke's daughter......"

He frowned impatiently, an expression that would never have been seen on Sylvia before. The cherry blossom-like fairy girl seemed to snort impatiently, and then even she was surprised by her sudden burst of annoyance.

"Tsk. If you really want to do something for me......" Sylvia looked at Vivien and Lolita who were serving her, and her curiosity about war could be seen in their young and immature faces, "please protect them and let them see the cruelty of war." ”

"Your Highness?"

Vivien and Lolita looked at Sylvia in unison, as if surprised by her surprisingly good words.

However, without waiting for an answer, Sylvia had already walked out of the runemage colony's residence without hesitation, and walked away alone.

"What will you choose next? It's the first time I've felt so disgusted with you and myself......" Sylvia, who was alone, looked at the dark canopy.

Leaning slightly, she couldn't help but squat down and wrap her body with her hands, revealing a weak appearance in the empty space where no one was, "Charlotte, after knowing the truth, will you be afraid of me......"

In the city of Futalazi, Charlotte didn't know that her sister, who was always unhurried and seemed to be in control of everything, would show such a weak expression when no one was around.

He didn't know that Sylvia was not afraid of the Calamity, the Shadow Queen, or even Zoe and the others, but she was just afraid that Charlotte would learn the so-called 'truth', and that Charlotte would be afraid and disgusted with her.

Many times in life, because people care too much about another person, they will fear themselves and magnify all their shortcomings and the difficulties they face between them. But as everyone knows, when a person sincerely falls in love with another person and cares about another person, then you can tolerate all the shortcomings of the other person.

The two lives of people and the men and women who have been lonely for thousands of years are as immature as kindergarten children in love. Charlotte can't figure out how much of her feelings are true, while Sylvia suffers from gains and losses for various reasons.

At this moment, the young man who had made Sylvia nervous was hiding in the corner of the city gate with his companions, and even with the strength of this raiding team, he did not dare to take a huge risk to pursue and kill the defeated troops of Futalazi City, which had collapsed on all fronts.

The outer city of Gai was too chaotic at this moment, and the Molten Iron Keep Legion was pushing forward with all its might to kill the recalcitrant Drow Legion, and the vassal legions such as the Minotaur warriors tried to rush into the inner city as soon as possible, and they killed anyone they saw regardless of friend or foe.

What's more, some madmen who thought that there was no hope of survival set fire to the city, and the demons of Futarazi were running wild, crumbling houses and raging fires. The city was filled with smoke, laughter and wailing, and it was a terrible picture of hell.

The war has entered the stage of street fighting, and the role of the raid team is no longer very important during this period, and continuing to go deeper into the street fighting will bring unnecessary danger to themselves.

Teklin sensibly accepted Devonne's advice and led the party to hide in the shadows of the city gates. Looking at this sad picture scroll of hell, everyone in the team had different expressions. Some of them showed fanatical expressions, some had indifferent expressions, some were bandaging their wounds, and some closed their eyes and their faces showed unbearable expressions.

At this moment, Lloyd Thundering, King of the Molten Iron Keep, led his Praetorian Guard into the gates. With confidence and glory on his face, the king's ability to easily defeat the enemies that threatened the foundations of Molten Iron Keep's rule was an honor for Lloyd to boast of for the rest of his life.

Even the relatively simple dwarven king couldn't help but fantasize in his heart that one day his huge sculpture would be located in the grand scene of the palace of the Molten Iron Keep. At that point, his descendants may point to the statue and say, "Look, that's my ancestor, the conqueror of the Drow Elves, Lloyd Thundering!"

Thinking of the wonderful, he couldn't help but puff up his strong chest, allowing himself to enter the city he had conquered in the most perfect image.

"The Thundering King!"

Lloyd's imagination was interrupted by the sound of babbling, and he looked at the source of the sound with some unpleasantness, but immediately turned over and jumped off the deer, smiling with his stubby hands outstretched.

"Haha! Teklin, my dear nephew!" Lloyd patted Teklin's broad back vigorously, "My sister and brother-in-law would be proud of you if they knew how you did today! You are the hero of the Molten Iron Castle!"

Even Teklin, the dwarf of the dwarves who Charlotte called the most like a goblin, had a look of honor, and he puffed up his chest and laughed, not forgetting the merits of his comrades.

"Hahaha, thank you, my uncle! Glory belongs to you, and of course to Icewind Castle, the Forest of Flowers, and the great dwarven warriors!"

"You're right, my nephew!"

Lloyd Thunder once again thanked Charlotte and Daphne, and praised Lorraine and others for their exploits. Vivien and Lolita also saluted everyone and stood behind Charlotte.

It was also during this process that the Herald of the Molten Iron Keep brought even more exciting news. Due to the chaos of the collapsing Drow and the vassal legions, the pioneer forces with the Iron Giant as the core have occupied the inner city gates that have not had time to close, which also means that the road ahead is already a smooth road.

"Shall my noble guests, my great heroes, enter the inner city with me and share in the glory they deserve?"

Charlotte, depressed by the hell in front of her, shook her head, he didn't feel the mood to share the glory at the moment. Rather, he was faintly resistant to the bloody glory in his heart.

"I don't need to, this glory should belong to you. Charlotte politely rejected the Thundering King's proposal, and at last, he endured the weariness of his promise to the firmament, and said, "Of course, please let your Majesty inform me when you find Meurna, and I must make a decision with her myself." ”

But Charlotte, who was in a depressed mood at this time, did not notice it, and Lloyd Thunder's eyes showed a gleam of displeasure.

"Of course!" Lloyd nodded at Charlotte after unsuccessfully inviting Daphne, "then I beg my pardon for going first, Princess Stars and Lord Wintercastle." ”