As it turned out, Brandt was still a step late in estimating the war, and before his army could prepare, the land siege had already begun.

"Can it be lower?" Brandt sat on Lawne's back, trying to see the general's banner.

"Can't go any lower, what do you want to see? I'll answer you. ”

In fact, there is no need to ask Brandt to know that the army commander is Koeman, but he needs further confirmation, not his own unilateral speculation. "See the flag? Read me the pattern above. ”

"Uh, wolf, and the aura of magic that keeps all weapons out."

It's him. Brant thought. "Alright, let's go down and find Swank, the chief of the guard."

Outside the winding goal, Swank is fending off a new round of Koeman's attack. Enemy troops swarmed forward, pushing a massive iron-tipped black oak battering ram. Sir Swank held aloft the banner of the Delins, the red and gold banners fluttered in the wind, and dragons and roses danced.

Arrows shot out of the city, stones swirling overhead, crashing blindly into the ground and rivers, shattering steel and flesh. As soon as someone shows up near the city gate, immediately release arrows to shoot.

"Need support?" Brandt took the flagpole, "Do you want Elija to call them out?" ”

"There's no need for that," he said, pointing to the enemy troops below, "they can't hear anything!" At this time, Brant realized that whether it was an infantry or a knight, the enemy's ears were exposed with snow-white cotton balls, and they must have known that there was a powerful and willful Demon Sound Princess in Crescent City, so they all plugged their ears.

"Seeing no, they use flag language to communicate." Swank gestured approvingly at the flag bearer, then commanded his archers, "Shoot arrows at them!" Don't let these guys make the wrong code! ”

Brandt watched the ant-like enemy army gather more and more under the city, and suddenly thought of a question, "Can the walls of Crescent City be protected by magic?" ”

"Yes." The chief of the guard replied in the affirmative, "The old King Cooper Ivan built Crescent City, and he never trusted magic, so in the early days of the city, he didn't use anything related to magic; But halfway through the construction of Crescent City, the old king fell ill and died, and his successor was the 'Cursed One', known for his powerful curse magic, who poured his magic into every brick and stone, and anyone who dared to touch every brick of Crescent City would be cursed with suffocation and convulsions, and the besiegers would festered and died. He looked at the enemy forces below the city, "It now seems that Ivan's curse has lost its effectiveness with the passage of time. ”

"Maybe not," Brandt said as he watched the besiegers closely, and found that they were not cursed, but they were unable to move forward, "as if there was a force competing with the magic of the walls." Swank, you keep fighting back, Lawn, I need you to be closer to the ground. "So that I can confirm Koeman's position and use my magic on him.

"You have to think about it, that's like suicide." Raun spread his massive wings and streaked across the sky like a dragon.

"You can put me in the rear of the enemy army, and I'll do the rest."

Lawne glanced back at the prince uneasily, "Whistle if you need me to come back." ”

"Don't you least like me whistling at you like a dog?" Brandt laughed and jumped off the back of the dragon-winged angel.

The ground was damp and slippery, half mud, half blood. Brant tripped over a corpse, slipping on the soles of his feet, stirring up mud and nearly sending him into the ranks of the enemy. At this time, a pyre had been erected at the foot of the city, and the archers fired rockets, and the flames rose into the sky, and the blazing bright yellow flames swirled up until they were twenty feet high. The light of the fire did not even touch the jaws of the defenders, but instead provided cover for Lawne flying in the sky, and instead of seeing the dragon-winged angels, the enemy soldiers were even more excited to dig in, it seems that some of them have stone-breaking magic and have a way of digging up the corners.

Still, some of the enemy remained awake, and one of the soldiers looked behind him, and immediately drew his sword and charged at the prince.

Brant adjusted his body and lowered the flagpole at the last minute, piercing the chest of the studded foe with Vanessa's flag, lifting the man off the ground and breaking the barrel of the gun. Brandt pulls the dying soldier off the battlefield, but then a second soldier spots him, "There are enemy soldiers!" He shouted, and although Brandt's sword flew out to his throat, the shout caught the attention of the enemy.

More enemy forces turned around and hurried to meet the sudden onslaught. Brandt swept to the side to avoid being surrounded by the enemy, and the spear arrived as expected, with a long screech of steel and silk, and the prince flipped onto a horse that rushed towards him, and dismounted his rider from his horse, and the hooves of the horse and the sharp blade of the sword merged with fire, like a white-robed messenger of death, and where the sword came, his hand broke and his shield shattered.

Brandt rushed left and right, shouting as he fought, "Where is Koeman?" ”

The only thing that answered him was the sound of the wind and the cries of one after another.

"Koeman!" Brandt's voice was drowned out by the massive thrust of the battering ram.

A spear slammed into the prince's wrist shield. He slashed at every enemy he passed by like madness. He rode down an archer, cutting off a spearman's arm from shoulder to armpit, and then grazed a swordfish helmet. He wanted to move on, but there were too many enemy troops, which meant that Koman's magic zone was moving away from him. Suddenly, an arrow clicked into the armor, just an inch from the slit in the eye. Brandt was taken aback and almost fell off the horse.

It's crazy. The prince thought to himself, what am I doing? Suicide? I don't have Vanessa's magic to resurrect myself an infinite number of times. Since you can't kill Coman with magic, use magic to kill Phoenix, the "Winterfall Boy", believing that his death will slow down Koman's attack.

Brant immediately whistled and called out to Lawne in the sky, but no matter how beautiful notes he blew like a fool into the crimson sky, the huge figure of the dragon-winged angel still did not appear.

Something went wrong.

Brandt rode his horse and galloped, he had a sense of foreboding - his judgment may be completely wrong, Coman is attacking the upper string gate, but the people are not here, which only means that he is at one of the other three gates at the moment, maybe he has already stormed the inner city and captured Ilia in his hands!

Author's comments: Thank you, dear readers, without you, there would be no book today and tomorrow, I wish you a happy double festival! Fun for the whole family!

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