"Poof!"

The black-haired wizard kicked Eugen's last remaining lower body off the walls in front of all the elves and humans in the entire castle.

It was obviously only for a moment, but when it came to that pair of dull eyes, there was a "slow motion" effect.

A lump of flesh and blood made up of two legs, spread out there under the gaze of hundreds of pairs of eyes, and twitched slightly.

Just a few seconds ago, the owner of this "flesh and blood" stall was still wielding a long knife, manipulating the devil who fought with ice and flames, and with a wave of his hand, the walls and towers collapsed and turned into powder.

Heaven and earth... All change color for it!

But at this moment, the bones of the corpse gushing with blood are gradually getting cold, and the vigorous flesh is beginning to stiffen, and soon, it will rot and stink... It is no different from the hyenas and beggars who died in the stinking puddles, and the ordinary people who fell in the trenches.

The word stunned is no longer enough to describe the mood of the elves and humans at this moment.

If all this was unimaginable to the legionnaires and elves, the witchers from Byrne were stunned... Of course, they thought that their duke could and would win, and that a duke who had won the Centaur War would never lose to an elf.

But after seeing the strength of the Overlord, even the witchers who had the most confidence in Loren (excluding Lusen) couldn't help but think: Even the Duke would have a hard time defeating this evil god apostle-like guy, right?

It turned out to surprise everyone... Loren Turin didn't bother at all - or at least seemed - to take it in stride, and slashed Eugen with a single sword!

"No, impossible, impossible......"

Alexandra was already in a trance, her eyes trembling as she looked at the flesh that had fallen to the ground.

Master Eugen... How can it be... Will lose to a human......

Lost to the lackeys of great evil......

How can it be......

Vision, blurred in front of her pupils, tears spilling uncontrollably, smearing her cheeks stained with blood and mud.

The sound of an eagle's horn came from the direction of the elven fleet in the distance.

Alexandra looked up in shock.

The sound of the trumpet of retreat... That is to say, when His Royal Highness saw the death of Master Eugen in battle, he thought that the battle had been lost, and there was no need to continue fighting?

Their own sacrifices, the sacrifices of the robes, and Master Eugen... Is it already meaningless for His Highness?

"Ahh——!!!!h

Shocked and angry, the elven warrior instantly lost her mind, and the double-edged longsword took the opportunity to smash away Lusen's short sword, and rushed straight towards the black-haired wizard on the city wall.

"Loren Turin! I'm going to kill you——!!!!"

"It's not good, stop her......"

The gray-eyed young man, who was stunned and finally reacted, had no time to explain the order clearly, and several sharp blades were already attacking him from different directions.

Bell ——!

At the moment of parrying, Lu Sien, who was parrying and dodging, was surprised to find that the elven warriors who attacked him did not plan to join forces to besiege and strangle him, but left in one place, without fighting.

And this is not just a few, but all the elven warriors... As if there was some kind of tacit understanding, the witchers who tried to stop them flexibly dodged, and even after the elves kept taking the initiative, the rest quickly broke away from the battle with a very tacit understanding.

These long ears are going to run away!

But it was too late - the Demon Hunters were not strong enough to intercept them, and the heavily armored legionnaires of the Empire, known for their "Black Walls", were never experts at pursuing and intercepting them.

For the first time, Lusen suddenly felt a little nostalgic for Archduchess Salika of Boi, and her hussars who had turned into the wind.

"Bell!"

The short sword finally stopped the elven warrior before she rushed to the wall.

"Get out of the way!"

Enraged, Alexandra lost her mind, and didn't even urge the "Way of the Samurai", brandishing her double-edged long knife and slashing at Lusen: "Otherwise, I'll kill you first!"

She didn't even make any defensive movements, desperately raising her knife to slash.

呲——!

The moment the blade rubbed, the gray-eyed young man who pursed the corners of his mouth retreated half a step, deliberately luring the elf female warrior to take the bait; sure enough, she didn't even think about it, she was already carried away by anger, and screamed and pounced.

In the next second, the nimble Rusen had already finished turning, and while parrying with her left hand, the end of the hilt of her right hand slammed into her temple.

"Bang!"

Unsurprisingly, Alexandra, who was in the dark, collapsed to the ground.

Looking at the elven female warrior who had no power to resist, the gray-eyed young man, who was originally very calm, stopped in mid-air with the short sword he raised.

Although it is an enemy, the other party is a woman after all, and she has just been "kindly" reminded to stop herself, will it be ......

Gritting his teeth, the frowning Lusen put away his twin swords, turned around with a dark face and walked away quickly, and then the elven warriors who came took away Alexandra who had fallen into a coma very "tacitly", and left her double-edged long knife in place.

"I'll definitely regret dying......" Lusen, who was clenching his fists as he walked up to the city wall, was still muttering in a low voice:

"I can't let her go next time. ”

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

As the flames dissipated on the walls of the castle, the flagship deck of the elven fleet fell silent.

All the elves... Even the samurai of the Imperial Court, who had always been unaccustomed to the Imperial Court, had shocked expressions on their faces, and words like "unbelievable" were written all over their faces.

The Chief Overseer... Eugen, who fought with one person against one army, lost?

And quite possibly ... He's dead?!

This idea sounds ridiculous, but it is extremely real at this moment—because just now, there was indeed a powerful void force that disappeared without a trace from the direction of the ancient castle in an instant.

With Eugen's character, this is definitely not something he can do!

His Royal Highness the Little Prince, who was holding a telescope, did not change his color, and his smile was still the same.

Although he knew from the beginning that it would not be so easy, the result was still very much beyond his expectations.

Really......

Full of surprises.

Especially at the moment when the flames dissipated, the figure on the city wall who was alone to block Eugen and cut him in half with the last sword - although the distance was too far to determine his identity, the little prince believed that it was definitely Loren, the Duke of Byrne himself!

Such a machine, so powerful, and so daring... In other words, even if he was completely sure, he would never dare to confront a "monster" like Eugen in person.

Because it's not worth it... Chess players are not pawns, and dangerous things should be handed over to their pawns, right?

Go into battle in person and use your body as bait......

Looking at the figure standing on the city wall, the little prince suddenly felt an inexplicable excitement and ecstasy!

It's like expecting only a bunch of grapes, but in the end you get the joy of a whole vineyard!

"Your Highness Rodria, the army that attacked on the side of the castle has begun to withdraw. ”

Because of Alexandra's absence, Anson Zade, the chief wizard of the Imperial Court, had no choice but to take on the duties of the little prince's lieutenant for the time being:

"Do you want to send a signal and let the court warriors in charge of answering the court start to act......"

"Well, that's of course, as soon as possible. The excited little prince directly stole him, and kept waving his little hand: "We must ensure that the remaining loyal and brave men evacuate safely, and we must not let the enemy catch up!"

The rest of the brave and brave... In other words, His Royal Highness the Prince has tacitly acquiesced that Eugen is dead, right?

Anson Zade, who was secretly talking in his heart, turned around without saying a word, and was about to leave when he was stopped by the little prince: "Uh... Forget it, there is no need to be so troublesome, just let the trumpeter on the flagship blow the trumpet, and the whole army retreats. ”

The whole army retreated......

Well?!

As if hearing something incredible, Anson Zade jerked back and looked at the little prince, who seemed to be overjoyed that he had found a new playmate.

"Your Highness Rodria... To withdraw troops?!"

"Well, what's the problem?"

"No problem, but ......" Anson, frowning, glanced at the battlefield in the direction of the Ebolden city wall in the distance - with the bloody battle of 40,000 troops, most of the front line of the city wall defense line has fallen, and even the seemingly impregnable ring fortress, the towers have changed hands several times, and the posture is crumbling.

What does His Royal Highness the Prince think about withdrawing troops at such a time?!

Seeing his confused expression, the little prince sighed softly: "That's right, we fought beautifully on the frontal battlefield, but don't forget that it was just a feint. ”

"We did occupy a number of important strongholds, but none of them could be defended, including the Ring Fortress, which was almost impossible to defend in the face of attacks from the direction of the walls, and which the enemy could easily recapture. ”

"And then the most critical point... As long as the Duke of Byrne, who repelled the attack from the direction of the castle, returns to the city walls with his 'spoils' and elite troops, the morale of the defenders there will be high, and our side will be hit. ”

"Rather than being repulsed by the enemy and retreating in a rout, it is better to take the initiative to retreat to ensure strength, and re-attack after reorganization. With his right hand in the air, the smiling little prince lowered his head and glanced at Anson Zadeh with his eyes bent into crescents:

"After listening to my explanation, do you have any questions?"

Looking at the very familiar expression of His Royal Highness the Prince, Anson Zad suddenly shuddered behind his back and shivered involuntarily.

Luo Li, the chief of the imperial court, who was silent on the side, also quietly touched her brother's calf with her scabbard.

"Yes, yes!"

A quarter of an hour later, listening to the sound of the trumpet in his ears, the little prince put down the monocular in his hand contentedly, and turned his gaze to the "doll", which had been silent all along.

"Miss Lori?"

"Yes, Your Highness. The Imperial Court Chief replied with some indifference.

"That's right, I know you and the Duke have a one-year commitment to a duel, but as you see now—as long as he's alive, it's going to be hard for us to take Ebolden. ”

The little prince chuckled, "So, if I order you to infiltrate Ebolden and assassinate Loren Turin......"

"I'm going to expose myself and fight him one-on-one. The blindfolded elf girl said without hesitation: "But... will still complete the things entrusted by His Highness. ”

"That's ......"

The little prince shrugged, the corners of his mouth hooked meaningfully: "It sounds... Seems like a good idea. ”

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With the sound of trumpets in the direction of the fleet in the distance, the elven army began to retreat from the walls and fortresses of Eboden.

There was no panic, no panic, and the calm elven warriors were like "gentlemen" who came to take a walk, retreating in batches, blocking the pursuit of the defenders layer by layer, and were very orderly.

The defenders in the direction of Ebolden, especially the mercenaries, were relieved and barely survived until the end, cheering one by one, except for a handful of veterans, who were as bewildered by the retreat of the enemy as their leader, Silver Blood.

Of course, this is not to say that the enemy did not have a result in this battle - the offensive that filled the defensive positions and destroyed a large number of city defenses, especially the ballistas and trebuchets on the walls, and the next time they faced their attack, the pressure on the defenders would definitely increase exponentially.

But compared with the casualties and losses they paid in this battle, this "result" is very insignificant.

However, Loren was not interested in learning about this at the moment, and as he stepped down the wall, he looked at the legionnaires who had come to converge and counted the casualties of the Firmament Wings.

Twenty-five killed, eighteen seriously wounded, forty-seven lightly wounded... Close to half.

This is still under the premise of a surprise attack and the cooperation of the legionnaires.

This was only the first battle at Ebolden.

"Escaped?"

"Hmm... I guess I let it go. With his head down, Lusen blamed himself in frustration, like a child who voluntarily admitted his mistakes, even though he was a child: "It's mainly because of ......"

"It's okay, the reason goes without saying - you did the right thing. The surprised Loren chuckled, waved his hand and said indifferently: "Since the leader of the enemy is still alive, in order to ensure her safety, the enemy will also evacuate as soon as possible instead of thinking about staying and fighting us to the death, which will cause a lot of unnecessary casualties." ”

"No, I'm not because ......of that!

"No, no explanation, I understand. ”

"Lord Loren, you don't understand......"

"No, no, no, there are some things that don't need to be explained so clearly, and it is normal for boys of the age to have an inexplicable affection and protective desire for the opposite sex......"

"You still don't get it!"

"Okay, okay, I don't understand. The corners of the black-haired wizard's mouth rose with a smile, and he sighed helplessly: "Clean up, let the defenders of the castle withdraw as soon as possible to rest, let all the witchers prepare for another fight, we are ready to welcome the next group of guests." ”

"The next group of guests?"

The red-faced gray-eyed young man raised his eyebrows, unable to understand the meaning of Loren's words: "Is it tomorrow?"

"No, just tonight—now that the enemy's purpose has been revealed, they will not give up easily if they do not achieve their purpose. Loren smiled meaningfully:

"In that case, of course we need to be hospitable. ”