At first it was just a confrontation of a dozen men in the forwards, but soon more people were involved. Until the city gates are completely blocked, no one will want to go first.

Both sides are envoys representing the face of their countries, and the guards are all elite and selective.

The elite are arrogant. In the face of the enemy's sword, there was not even the slightest hint of fear in their eyes. And for his own weapons, he has an incomparably deep and unshakable confidence.

They confronted each other in silence, and the atmosphere became more and more solemn, like a vat of pure spirits, even if half a spark fell, burning it would be the only ending.

The military attachés of both sides have been doing their best to restrain them, but the real people have not come forward.

For the next negotiations, which side of the chief officer comes out first to restrain his subordinates will undoubtedly weaken their momentum, so their choice cannot be wrong.

"Boss, why don't we rush in first. Gunther was already jumping on the bandwagon.

Although for the convenience of the journey, the top charging fighters such as the Sgarr Ground Dragoon and the Charr Centaur stayed in the Alpine Fort and did not make any moves. But after all, it's not a too tricky enemy.

As an old qualification who followed the lord of Alpine Castle all the way, the key issue is that the Gangman's mind should not be too sober, and he can roughly count the level of the opponent at a glance.

If you really do it, the two groups of people in front of you will be very difficult opponents, but it is only difficult. If the cold man has the intention to fight or not, although there are only a few dozen people, with the unique physique and strength of the soldiers of Gaoshan Fort, there is a good chance to directly penetrate and rush into the city gate first.

"You're not messy enough?" the lord rolled his eyes, curious as to how it would be resolved.

Reality didn't make him wait too long, the confrontation couldn't last forever after all, and the opportunity to break it was only a trivial move.

Although the Vatis also has walls, and there are paladins and guards stationed on the walls, I know on my toes that I must have not seen anyone bold enough to draw a sword in this place for many years.

So it's inevitable that they're a little overly nervous, which is actually nothing.

But the mistake was that they tried to close the gates and keep both groups of fanatics out.

"Let's rush in!" shouted someone in Stuart's legations, giving an order that should never have been given. The hundredsmen immediately began to move, and rushed to the gate that was gradually closing.

"Beluny, you madman!" was Prince Schmidt, the chief envoy of Pompeii, a dignified middle-aged man with a beard on his face, who was said to have served as a cavalry officer in the Praetorian Guard for a long time, and usually rode more horses than cars.

He flicked his whip and drove his mount around in place, his face gloomy.

"Mad King, Mad King, unusual. The lord sighed with emotion.

From Prince Schmidt's words, he also guessed that the person who gave the order was His Majesty Beruni. Obviously, they are all here to participate in mediation, and the Mad King dares to completely offend the Holy Light Church for the sake of a small problem of entering the city, which is not compatible with normal human brain circuits.

Now it seemed that the Stuarts could only be allowed to enter the city, because Prince Schmidt was simply accusing and obviously did not want to create further conflict. After all, he came with a mission as the chief, and he couldn't tolerate willfulness.

But—

"Your Majesty, let us rush too. Gunther rolled his hands into a trumpet and shouted with a heartfelt voice.

In the sound of people neighing horses, no one would notice where the sound came from, but the effect was obvious, and the knights of the Pompeii guards, who had long been unable to hold back, immediately began to surge forward.

Two waves of people fighting for the right of way collided, and the result was, of course, not peaceful. In an instant, they cursed and beckoned to each other fiercely with their fists and unsheathed swords!

The lord almost fainted and kicked Gunther in the ass, "Look at the good things you've done!"

"Isn't that what the prince meant?" said Okamako, touching the back of his head with an innocent expression.

"Of course not!" Hurt rolled his eyes helplessly as he looked at the chaotic scene in front of him, "Are you just going out with your head to look good?" ”

Gunther finally knew that he had stabbed Lou Zi, and he didn't bother to talk back, "Then what should we do?"

The entire envoy's guard was moving forward, and everyone in the mountain fort who had stopped in place was already left alone, looking at their lord in unison, waiting for him to give orders.

"Damn, why are you still stunned?" Richard rolled up his sleeves, "Be careful not to cause death!"

"Divide the pot after the fight!" shouted everyone in the high mountain fort, and their brains rushed up.

As soon as these extremely strong giants joined, it was visible to the naked eye that the originally wavering balance of victory quickly toppled over.

Their strength is too exaggerated, and their martial arts skills are too skillful! Rush forward in formation, even if they are beaten in groups, they can advance and retreat freely!

If a human master wants to knock down a high-level barbarian warrior, he has to throw at least four or five punches to have a chance. But if he can resist even one punch from the barbarian, it can only be attributed to his talent and strong capital, which is definitely a special case within a special case.

This gap is still room to fight in a duel of life and death in an instant. But now everyone is fighting, but they are still quite restrained, because they don't want to really kill people.

The speed at which the sagittal assault array of the high mountain fort advanced was simply jaw-dropping. The people in front of them often felt that the light was dim, only to find that the opponent who rushed up was much taller and stronger than him, his fists were bigger than Shi Lu, and he smiled very honestly......

The only pity is that the Alpine Fort warriors are still a little less skilled in identifying friend and foe, and the Stuart armor and Pompeii armor seem to be no different at all in this group of wilderness hillbillies, so they are treated equally when they fight.

The Stuart knights they had fought were lying on the ground moaning, but many of the Pompeii knights were also beaten.

"Stop!" Bishop Paul was the first to stand up and maintain order.

As the highest cultivator of the Holy Light Divine Technique in three hundred years, he had already reached the rank of Holy Cardinal Bishop. This rank is equivalent to that of a Magister to a mage, and a Juggernaut to a swordsman, and is definitely a symbol of eminence.

If it's a magister here today, just saying something will definitely have the weight of the final word.

It's a pity that all the divine arts of the Holy Light Church, even if you count one, don't have the ability to kill directly. So Bishop Paul didn't have any good way to restrain the brawlers on both sides, other than language.

Anyone who has ever fought knows that once the blood is hot, if you can still listen to outsiders, then it is called seeing the undead.

Even Richard didn't stop. It's not that he doesn't want to sell Paul's face, but he knows that since he has chosen to do it, he should stop trying to calm things down, and it is the best choice to continue to hurt the opponent!