The spring rain was dripping, like cow's hair, like the tip of a needle, like the slender hair of the girls of Kannas, and fell on Mongel's face, awakening him.

He slowly opened his eyes, looking at the gloomy sky, letting the raindrops hit his face.

After more than ten seconds, he moved his hand with difficulty and pushed away half of the charred corpses piled on top of his body.

He reached out and crouched on the ground, trying to find his saber, but grabbed half of his arm, and two fingers were missing from it.

Toss your arms aside and continue rummaging around.

"Found it!

Under a corpse, he found his knight's sword made of star-gold meteoric iron, but even if it was made of such a precious material, it was broken into three knots at this moment, and the usable part was only fifty centimeters long with the hilt.

He gritted his teeth and tried to stand up, but he felt that there was no sensation in his leg at all, and when he looked down, he saw that his leg was gone, and the blood mixed with the rain under his leg flowed into a small red river, and the snow-white bones were exposed, and the wound was extremely hideous.

Only then did he feel the pain, and sat up suddenly, but his back was also torn and painful, and it turned out that there was a fragment of a mine stuck in his back.

"Damn, look at this injury, it's really planted here this time. ”

Mungel scolded himself, tore off a few strips of cloth from the corpse next to him, briefly disposed of the broken leg, stopped the bleeding, and then reached out and removed the piece of iron embedded in his back.

"Ugh!"

Mungel let out a low sigh, gritted his teeth to endure the pain, and after removing the piece of iron, he took the strip of cloth and bandaged the wound diagonally.

"I don't know if I can go back this time, but if I do, I don't know how His Majesty Harlaus will punish me. ”

He muttered to himself and stood up firmly with his sword, but the moment he stood up, he was stunned.

There was no good place on the whole battlefield, and it was charred black as far as the eye could see, with soldiers wailing incessantly, stumps and broken arms everywhere, and there were few intact corpses left.

"Hold your head in your hands! Kneel on the ground! Don't try to resist! Surrender and don't kill!"

No sooner had he stood up than a dozen Remloth soldiers in black uniforms and high hats pointed their muskets at him and told him to lay down their weapons.

"Humph!"

Meng Ge sneered, urging the fighting energy in his body, but unexpectedly found that his strength had fallen to the fourth level high level!

And with his current state, he can only exert the power of the fourth level early stage at most.

However, at such a close distance, it is still easy to deal with ordinary people with muskets.

With a sharp move, Mungel brandished his saber and charged at the nearest enemy.

"Bang!"

The fact that he was moving a little slower due to his missing leg made the enemy react quickly, and a bullet hit him in the stomach, greatly slowing his movements.

Taking advantage of this time, two soldiers rushed up with bayonets quickly, and taking advantage of the gap in his fighting defense, two bayonets stabbed directly into his abdomen, and before it was over, several soldiers attacked from behind him.

Several bayonets were thrust from behind his back, and seven or eight bayonets were stirred up in his abdomen.

"Ah!!h

Mongel was incompetent and furious, he knew that he would die today, but he didn't expect to face death in such a humiliating way.

However, the soldiers did not kill him, but only made him ineffective in this way, and they could barely tell from the distinctive knightly armor on Mongel that he might be an important figure for the enemy.

And the high-ranking knight lord has a tenacious vitality, and these bayonets will not let him die on the spot.

Just like when the "Leviathan" troops used their swords to pick the third-level knights, they stabbed them six or seven times with the enchanted bayonet before they fell to the ground and died.

"Tie him up and send him to Division Commander Simon!

These were the last words Monger heard before he fell unconscious.

............

The ruins of Fam Town, the rebel camp.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty is no good! The forward army seems to have an accident!"

Haraus was eating, but a soldier rushed in in a panic to report the news.

"Monger, I have allocated more than 20,000 people to him, hundreds of extraordinary people, how can something happen to him? Pull it down and be flogged for twenty years!"

The knife and fork in Harlaus's hand paused, pushed the plate to the side, picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth, and the action was very elegant.

"Your Majesty! What an accident really happened! Preliminary suspicion that the enemy has a high-level mage! A terrifying tide of magic broke out in the direction of Remlos Castle!"

Two guards had already grabbed the soldier's arm and pulled him up to walk out, but the soldier struggled and shouted.

"Stop, let him down!"

Haraus suddenly stopped his movements and reached out to several soldiers to stop.

"Your Majesty is wise!"

The soldier fell to his knees in a hurry and kowtowed to Harlaus.

"Tell me what's going on?"

As if he had been pardoned, the soldier rose quickly.

"I have to ask Your Majesty to come out of the account, and I can see it from the outside. ”

The soldier stood up, bowed, and walked out with Haraus.

"Protect the force field!"

Haraus silently thought in his heart, and a transparent film would be centered on him, shrouded within a radius of one meter, which could avoid rain, and could also defend against the attacks of high-level and below-level magic and fighting energy, and also had a certain ability to resist high-level and even forbidden spells.

Walking outside the tent, the rain ran down the membrane to both sides, unable to drip onto the shield.

In the distance, lightning condensed into a whirlpool in the air at a height of several hundred meters, constantly splitting downward, like a natural disaster like a god punishing the world.

"Menggel underestimated the enemy, this is what he asked for, it should be a fifth-level formation mage, the magic circle set up a long time in advance, but it was directly broken into by the fool Menggel. ”

Haraus stared at the fading tide of magic and said calmly.

"Your Majesty is wise!"

A few guards next to him hurriedly patted their ass.

"Let's prepare for the army! This time I'm going to go on a personal expedition! Capture the four princes with my own hands!"

"Your Majesty think twice! The enemy has a fifth-level mage, and Your Majesty must not have any problems!"

A few "ministers" had just arrived, and they happened to hear Harlaus talking about the royal conquest, and hurriedly stepped forward to admonish.

"It doesn't matter what level of mage he is, even if it's a sage or saint, have you forgotten my abilities?" Haraus glared, startling off a few of the courtiers who had come over.

"This ...... All right. ”。

Several old ministers glanced at each other and didn't dare to squeak again.

After reprimanding several ministers, Haraus turned to stare at Remloth Fort in the distance, a sneer on the corner of his mouth.