(Thank you for the spring breeze of reform blowing all over the ground and the reward of the Great Hidden Knife!Thank you brothers for your support!I'm sorry, I went to the party last night and couldn't update it...... ）

Nowell seemed to sense Charlotte's thoughts, and he asked softly, "Have you reached your limit?"

"I'm sorry. Charlotte sighed.

"No need to apologize, it was decided from the beginning, and I have to thank you for letting Jacob go with you. ”

"Don't worry, I won't abandon him, if I can do it......"

"That's good. Nowell didn't hear much of the emotional ups and downs in his voice.

As early as when he decided to break the line, he knew that he would die. Unlike Charlotte, as a warrior, he didn't have any weird means of escape, and he thought about retreating with Wycliffe, but he knew better that doing so would only put everyone in a desperate situation.

It's impossible for Charlotte and Elle to hold out for too long in such a disadvantage, and in the end, it will only evolve into Charlotte's decisive escape for her life, while they are hunted down by the angry Four Legends.

"It's a hearty war. Nowell finally said, "I'm a guy with limited talents, and it's a blessing to be able to survive for so many years. A warrior's destiny is to die on the battlefield, and it is because of this thought that I will wait for the final sleep with this stump. ”

Sergei, the plague dragon, swooped down from the air, and Nowell dragged his great sword, his scarred body like a black light that only shot into the sky. Under such an injury, the Apocalypse Knight actually burst out with an even more violent momentum.

He roared at Sergei's pounce, revealing his full name for the first time, "I am the Knight of the Apocalypse, Nowell Taylor, the glorious knight of the Dragon Knight Legion of the First Empire of Magic!"

Charlotte was stunned, he raised his eyes to look at the Apocalypse Knight Nowell who was swimming against the current like a black meteor, as if he had seen the shadow of the knight legion that followed the three emperors of the empire to fight in the south and the north across time and space.

The Knight of the Apocalypse, Nowell, was actually a member of the Dragon Knight Legion of the Magic Empire at that time?!

There was no time left to marvel at him, the King of Bones Marley raised a huge war hammer, Simon and Chris were also casting spells, Charlotte looked at Nowell deeply, and shouted from her chest, "Knight Charge-"

This is the only respect he can express, he is no longer the hot-blooded kid he was back then. Now his identity and position doomed him to be unable to launch a decisive charge with Nowell like a knight.

The black meteor went upstream, and at the moment when it was about to collide with the huge plague dragon, and at the moment when Charlotte was about to turn into a red butterfly and escape, a dazzling light came from the unsealed space in the distance, and then the silent roar of the dragon appeared strangely in the sea of consciousness of everyone on the battlefield.

Bang——!!!

Nowell's figure was knocked away by Sergei, and at the same time, angry and majestic voices resounded across the battlefield.

"Stop!!" it was Claire's voice, his black robe hunting on top of the bone dragon, he held Malthus's human head in his hand, and the bone dragon approached the core of the battlefield at a great speed.

Beside him, Ramsey was nervously watching the battlefield, and he was visibly relieved to see Charlotte's figure.

"Malthus has been crowned, and I, as the Chosen One of the Throne of Souls, suggest that this senseless civil war be stopped immediately!!"

The attacks of the three legends were dodged by Charlotte and Elle with red butterflies, and seeing that Charlotte could not be taken for a while, the eyes of Simon the Chosen One, Sergei the Plague Dragon, and Marley, the King of Bones, flickered. Claire let the three consciousnesses probe, and soon, the three legends determined the authenticity of Malthus's head and tacitly suspended the attack. For a moment, except for Chris's still persistent spell casting, the battlefield fell into an eerie calm.

Claire also notices the strange situation on the battlefield, and realizes that it is up to him to get out of the way, and that Chris casting spells will most likely become the sparks that ignite the battlefield, and he must find a way to stop Chris without causing misunderstandings.

"Simon, because of Malthus's betrayal, the Soul Seat has lost a lot of money in the civil war! Do you really want to squeeze the last savings of the Soul Seat out of this eventful season?!"

This first shook Sergei, the plague dragon, and Marre, the king of bones, after all, they didn't want to participate in the battle for the king of the Soul Seat without their supporters, and the reason why they came here was because they heard Malthus's messenger say that Icewind Castle was involved in the internal dispute of the Soul Seat. Later, because he witnessed Charlotte's intervention and too amazing performance, he was born with a killing opportunity.

He was followed by Simon, who, after noticing Sergey and Marley's wavering, immediately stopped Chris's spell-casting gesture.

"What are you doing?!" Chris glared angrily, "Malthus is dead, you don't plan to avenge him, I also want to avenge His Majesty Edwin!"

Simon sneered inwardly, he wasn't going to avenge that bastard Malthus. But now the situation is unclear, if Sergei and Maray are not on his side, then Chris is the force he must fight for.

"Now is not the time, listen to what he has to say. Simon explained in a rare way.

"Now that the advantage is on our side, why isn't it the right time!Charlotte and that knight don't have the strength to continue fighting!"

"It's not that simple!Mage Chris, don't be impulsive!" Simon's voice was visibly impatient.

How could Simon not know that this was the best chance to deal with the rivals, but the question was, even if Charlotte and Nowell were on the verge of exhaustion, would the combination of Claire, Ramsay, the Book of Etroart, the Scepter of Eagle and the currently unknown Wycliffe be so easy to deal with?

In a real fight, although the chances of winning are higher with the assistance of more than 100 masters and countless necromancy, is that loss really something that the Soul Seat can bear?

No, this algorithm is too ideal. In fact, after seeing Malthus's head, Malthus's master powerhouses and legions were already shaken. Malthus, who ruled with an iron hand, was not a leader enough to make his subordinates die, as can be seen from the unstable souls of the masters.

And Sergei and Marley also realized that if they continued to fight, the thousands of years of savings of the Soul Seat would be destroyed in an instant, so they hesitated.

"Tell me your terms, Claire!" Simon asked in a slow but tense tone, after a moment of thoughtfulness.

Claire patted Nowell with the red butterfly and came to Charlotte's shoulder on the bone dragon's head, and then turned her head and said.

"Stop this senseless and unjust war, and I will swear by the root that I will not harm you because of what is happening today. From now on, I will compete fairly with you and Jacob, and open up the spells in Iger's Scepter and the Throne Library to the three of us. ”

"You're the one at the disadvantage!" Chris couldn't stop.

"Shut up!" Claire scolded, "This is a discussion within the Soul Seat, why are you interfering? Simon, if you want to listen to outsiders and insist on going your own way, then let's fight! We will turn the Far North upside down with our own abilities, and let the thousand-year glory of the Soul Seat fall!"

As soon as these words came out, Sergei, the plague dragon, and Marley, the king of bones, looked at Simon at the same time.

Minutes and seconds passed, and the battlefield that had been murderous two minutes ago was now surprisingly calm, and everyone looked at Simon, waiting for the leader's answer.

Simon seemed to be a few years old for a moment, and when Claire said that, he vaguely realized that he would not be able to win the Soul Seat in this life.

"No swearing, I agree to your request. Simon said slowly, his tone like that of an old man in the twilight, "Let's let this battle for the king end here!"