Heroes often don't die on the battlefield, and while everyone has a sense of dying, reality always has to make some grim jokes.

Duke Borot is not a great hero, but he has worked diligently all his life, and he has always put the interests of the Tamborance Empire first in everything, whether it was when the emperor was elected that year, or when he went north to fight against the Deset heretics more than a year ago, he first thought about personal gains and losses and safety, but set his eyes on the entire Bodi continent.

People like Lao Bao have always left no big names in history, but those key factors that can affect the course of history and promote the development of history are often hidden in the actions of these people. They are raised in the depths of the boudoir, and they are afraid of the deep alleys if they are good at drinking, and all the efforts they make are often completely covered up by a glamorous figure on the stage.

The lonely hero is the real hero, and the nameless man is the real man.

In the last book, it was said that Old Boo and Cosette were surrounded by a crowd of zealots in the sewers, and that the poor people on the ground who had kept them safe were scattered for their own sake. His Royal Highness Albert and Lecles were powerless, although they could chop melons and vegetables, but the other party was too numerous and powerful, and they couldn't save the Duke for a while. Only Adrian seemed to have some hope.

Because the former 24602 convict knocked the sledgehammer that was quite famous among the poor to the ground, he suddenly increased his momentum and deterrence, and most of the people on his side were invested in the team surrounding Lao Bao, so he could be more hopeful than the other two escorts to help out.

Cosette, dressed in new clothes, stood out in the crowd, a stark contrast to the chaos and madness of the current situation, where she had risen from hell to heaven and was about to be forcibly pulled back to the ground by the mob.

The struggle between beauty and evil is always the most brutal and intense.

The commander of the sewer maniac, Big Mouth, is sitting firmly on the Diaoyu Tai at the moment, surrounded by a group of elites to protect his own safety. He doesn't have any natural powers, and he doesn't have the tricks of petty theft, but that incendiary mouth is better than thousands of troops. He shook his lips and kept repeating the shame caused by the death of the Standing Immortals, constantly preaching the ancient precept of killing people to repay debts and debts, and constantly commanding many fanatics to compete for the heads of Old Bao and Cosette.

He is actually a hidden heretic magician, he is not subject to the discipline of erudition, he does not belong to any sect, and he is completely a mountain sorcerer. Like those self-cultivated and secretive spellcasters, he either took refuge in the wilderness or simply hid in the city. He did his homework so well that none of the sewer brothers who had been with him for years from birth to death knew his true strength. It's no wonder that if the power of the tongue is so great, is it necessary to reveal the secret of his magic?

Now, the hidden heretic mage felt the time had come to show his talents. He wants to be the true king of the sewers, the real ruler of the people. Only when a person has the power and the will of the people can he do something earth-shattering that can be remembered by future generations.

Since Emperor Tivot deliberately indulged his own group, why not climb up the pole and take the opportunity to establish his reputation and achievements? Although he has been dormant for the past few years and has been somewhat humiliated, he can achieve great things without restraint, and he is a true hero who can bend and stretch. Thinking of this, Big Mouth couldn't help but tremble a little.

He secretly took out a little cold crystal powder that he had brought with him, and rubbed it between the palms of his two hands, and gradually this formed a jaw-dropping fireball, which continued to expand with the ambitions of careerists, causing all the surrounding sewer wanderers who had never seen much of the world to exclaim.

Big Mouth exclaimed in a voice full of magnetic tension: "Go!" and saw the fireball go straight to Borot in a parabolic trajectory like an arrow from a string.

There were only two men in the Duke and Cosette, and there were at least a few dozen brothers in the sewers in the shrinking encirclement. The magician's intention is obvious, no matter how many people he damages, he will also destroy your old duke, as long as this premise is met, all the consequences are acceptable.

In an instant, there was a second sun in the sky, and the group of fanatics who surrounded the old duke couldn't help but shout loudly, they were not afraid of death, but this sudden magic attack still shook the hearts of these people.

Old Bao's first thought was to protect Cosette, a weak girl, and he didn't think much about it, and suddenly pressed the tavern waitress under him, and used his own flesh and blood to block the big fireball that flew in the air in vain to seize all the good things.

After an earth-shattering roar, the scene was suddenly full of messes. Dozens of charred sewer fanatic corpses were piled up on a small hill, and the old duke and Cosette were clearly crushed underneath.

There was a pungent smell of burnt fire in the air, mixed with a strong stench. The homeless people never bathed, and when they were so scorched by the fire, all kinds of strange smells came out.

Albert, Lecles, and Adrian were also struck by the sudden catastrophe, and they stood still for a moment before they thought of rushing forward to see if the Duke and Cosette were in danger.

The originally fierce and noisy battlefield turned into a silent graveyard in an instant. Like puppets connected by the same thin thread, the crowd unanimously lowered their fighting blades and looked at the hill full of corpses with all kinds of religious expressions.

Albert yelled at his father's name, and Lecles kept calling out the word Duke, and the two of them acted together with the silent Adrian, moving the burnt corpse out of the way.

Some well-meaning paupers now come forward to help, and everyone is working together to find the whereabouts of the duke.

Xiao Ah kept praying to God, hoping that a miracle would happen. The big mouth, which showed his magical talents, tried his best to get those already wooden men to quickly cut down the grass and eradicate the roots, and wiped out the remaining three people.

But his murderous heart was so heavy that those followers couldn't help but feel a little shaken, and they couldn't accept it for a while as they watched their companions being burned alive.

Once you use the magic of killing, it will go on for a second, third, and even infinity. The identity of the big mouth has been hidden long enough, and the hunger and thirst in his heart have long been uncontrollable, and since it has been exposed and released, it is not taboo to come a few more.

With words in his mouth and changing hand shapes, anyone who knows a little magic can quickly tell that this is a sleepy technique designed to make the opponent lose the ability to resist and be captured.

Albert and the others were all focused on finding the old duke and Cosette, and did not care about the movements of the big mouth, and when they were about to be hit again, a stranger flashed next to him and took the initiative to help.

Dressed in a blue robe, he seemed to be a polymath, and although his face was youthful, the hair on the top of his head showed signs of baldness. Sleepiness is a very useful low-level magic, and for this reason, it is not difficult to defend against.

There are special means of protection against all kinds of state-type magic, and this young man is clearly using them perfectly. He included all the places within a radius of a few meters on Xiao A's side under protection, and the sleeping technique that the big mouth threw over was directly dissolved into invisibility.

The polymath monk took the opportunity to step forward quickly, ignoring the sewer fanatics who tried in vain to stop him, his body seemed to be filled with an aura of repulsion, and the slightest close approach would be pushed out of the way.

Seeing that someone was interfering with his good deeds, Dapai's face suddenly became gloomy, and he gave up the offensive magic that required time to chant and prepare, and instead unexpectedly threw out some of the unique medicine bottles that he had been concocting all these years. Although these things are only loaded with a small dose, as long as they do not accidentally touch the liquid inside, they will immediately decay and lose their human form. If the poison of 100 days of drunkenness is to make people slowly turn into a plant without any thoughts and feelings, then these unique secret recipe bottles with big mouths can quickly degrade a big living person into a part of nature in an instant.

Fortunately, the young polymath monk with a slight pattern of spotted areas did not hold it up, and he seemed to anticipate that the other party might use some strange new move, so he quickly dodged it, and the liquid in the smashed bottle flowed to the ground, forming a terrifying pit in an instant, as if it had been dug up by several strong laborers.

The big fireball just now not only alarmed the Bojiao monks, but also made the Imperial Guards and the Imperial Capital City Defense Force unable to sit still. Although General Iros has the attitude of driving the tiger and devouring the wolf to watch the show, if the matter is too big, he still has to come forward as soon as possible to prevent the result from being uncontrollable.

Albert and the others spent a lot of effort, and they could not carry more than a dozen charred corpses. In order to show a minimum of respect for people, they also have to be careful not to artificially cause the dilemma of breaking their arms and legs. The magic fireball was terrifying, and the temperature of the moment could make people into a mushy of flesh. Probably due to the equal distribution, these corpses were lucky enough to escape this catastrophe and still retain a trace of their human form.

Duke Borot and Cosette were still pressed underneath, unable to see them or hear any movement.

When the homeless men saw that the regular army had arrived, they immediately looked terrified. After dodging the big mouth's hidden weapon, the monk rushed forward with an arrow, and grabbed the heretic magician's neckline in the palm of his hand like a chicken.

General Iros had a look of disdain, he didn't know the specific situation yet, if he had gotten the news that Lao Bao had been crushed under the mountain, he was afraid that he would not be able to help laughing.

He ignored the three-seven-twenty-one, and ordered everyone on the scene to stop, no matter what happened before, no matter what grievances there were before, as long as whoever does it first now, will have to take responsibility and consequences.

The Monk had no choice but to let go of the Bigmouth Magician, while Albert and the others begged General Iros to free up the corpses so that they could save their father and Cosette who were crushed below.

There was a chilling glint in Bearded Iros's eyes, and he felt that all his years of hard work had finally come to fruition. He hurried to have someone help carry the body, and he had only one thought, and that was to confirm whether the old duke was alive or dead.

Xiao Ah wants to live, the general wants to die, their goals are not the same, but their actions can be in sync, which is a kind of irony of providence, reminding those who only focus on the result and not the process.

If you want to know what will happen next, we will continue next time.