"What a stubborn opponent, stubborn like a swarm of ants. ”

At the top of the tower of the eastern wall of Ebolden, the wine glass in his hand was waved, and the little prince looked at the battlefield at his feet with great interest.

The red blood wine in the cup was the spoils of war stolen by some elven warriors, and it is said that more than a dozen samurai casualties were paid to occupy the storehouse - but for the little prince Rodria it was the blood-like liquor, which was really fierce and very appetizing to him.

There's nothing more pleasant than a wine to make a view.

"Surrounded on all sides, the battle of the trapped beasts... Under such harsh conditions, he can still make the morale of the samurai under his command like a rainbow, exhausted but more and more courageous... Loren Turin, what a horrible fellow, what do you say, Anson?"

"Yes!"

The chief wizard of the Imperial Court, Anson Zade, lowered his head and said tremblingly: "But no matter how terrible he is, he is already a defeated soldier of His Highness Rodria - either flee or die, once the last fortress is breached, there is no third way to choose!"

"There's no third way?"

Licking the wine stains from the corners of his mouth, the little prince shook his head regretfully.

Loren Turin... He has persevered until now because there is a third way.

For five whole days, he did not give him any respite—not to mention that their morale had not collapsed, they should have been exhausted to death, and now they were still standing in front of the fortress, blocking their army.

How did he do it, I won't mention it for now... In despair, it can still arouse morale, and the stubborn enemy Little Prince has also seen it, but it is by no means the "morale like a rainbow" in front of him.

Loren Turin and his army, they were not desperate at all.

The battle has come to this point, and they still think they can win.

I thought that as long as I held on a little longer, I could win!

That's not what a recalcitrant should be!

Although he had only seen him once, the little prince could feel that Loren Turin was not a liar who was ready to drag his men to his death, nor was he a noble man who was full of fierce ambition and was ready to die for his loyalty.

He's a madman who is calm and cautious to the extreme—whenever he becomes crazy and emotional, that's when he's at his calmest and most cautious.

So... His insistence on not retreating until now shows that there is still a supporting army, and as long as it appears, it can turn the tide of the battle and decide the victory.

There is still no sign of an army outside Ebolden, not even the slightest trace of it... Therefore, it will not be the legendary "200,000 army of His Majesty the Emperor".

So what exactly is it?

Putting down the wine glass and looking at the battlefield in front of him that was once again in a stalemate, the little prince's expression was a little irritated.

Twenty long and boring days, the battle has changed from the very beginning, to a bad situation of which is more patient on both sides.

Forget it, this guy won't give himself more surprises if he drags it out any longer... Let's get ahead of the curve and ensure victory.

"Your sister, Lord Anson—I mean Lord of the Imperial Court, Lord Lori Zade?"

The little prince asked without looking back.

"Sister... Uhh

"In that case, please go and help Lord Lori Zade. The little prince said coldly:

"Anyway... Make sure everything goes wrong. ”

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

Backhand blocked the stab to the front door, looking at the blindfolded elf girl's right hand, which was already comparable to an afterimage, the black-haired wizard almost instinctively lowered his head and dodged the sharp second slash.

The cold blade slashed against his jaw, and Loren, who didn't raise his head, had already raised his right "Dawn" greatsword above his head, slashing forward.

"Bang ——!"

The masonry of the floor shattered, and the elven girl who was forced back dodged in the blink of an eye, turned around, and held the hilt of her knife with her right backhand, ignoring the arrows that kept coming at her around her, and drew her knife and pounced on Loren.

The black-haired wizard slid to dodge as he nervously watched the battle around him, frowning.

Not good, very bad......

From the other party's knife, the black-haired wizard could clearly feel that the "great-granddaughter" of Master Haringvan Ashamai was not to kill, but to entangle, to make sure that she had no time to care, let alone cast a spell, and could only deal with her stormy blade.

Even if you look at her size, you can guess that this "Chief of the Imperial Court" is not an endurance player, and after only a quarter of an hour of fierce fighting, her movements have changed from dexterity at the beginning to simple and fierce, blindly pursuing speed.

But the opponent's hysterical offensive still forced Loren to avoid his edge and constantly dodge and look for opportunities.

The combat power of the Ebolden defenders has reached the limit, as long as they hold themselves back and let the elven army press as soon as possible without interference, it is a matter of time before the whole line collapses.

A faint "Force Impact" slammed the blade away, dodging the fatal blow Loren looked at the pale face of the blindfolded elf girl, cold sweat like rain swaying down her forehead - obviously, her samurai way called "Heart Slash" caused a lot of load on her.

But as long as the "Heart Slash" is not lifted, all means of attack are of little significance to her, whether it is fire or arrows, they will be slashed by the staff-like Azorean long knife, and only the blade forged by Mithril can barely compete with it.

The lights are running out of oil, and they are still desperately pestering themselves... What a terrible woman.

The black-haired wizard shook his head, carrying Dawn behind him and lunging at her with his feet.

"Bell ——!"

The heavy impact was accompanied by sparks, and Lori, who had just shot down two Lothair archers attacking, had no time to dodge, so she could only raise her long knife horizontally and parry with the back of her sword.

In an instant, the petite body trembled violently with the falling "Dawn" sword, and the floor tiles under the straw sandals exploded into spiderweb-like cracks, and retreated uncontrollably for a distance.

Even if the blade could be blocked, inertia and strength could not be stopped, and Lori's wrists and arms trembled, obviously damaged.

The elven girl tried to dodge, but the blade of the greatsword jammed the blade - if she dared to cut the long knife away, the blade of the "dawn" could split her in two from her right shoulder downwards in the next second.

You can't hide from it at last.

The left hand with the "spellcaster" pressed the hilt of the sword, and in the next second, there was a "wailing" from the body of the Mithril greatsword, and Loren's face was expressionless.

High-level spells, Force Impact.

"Boom ————!!!!"

With the roar of the explosion, a white beam of light struck the black-haired wizard's figure.

With the smoke and the light of the explosion, Lori barely dodged the falling sword "Sword Qi", the swing sleeve of her right arm was shattered, and the white and tender forearm full of bruises was exposed to the air.

"Sister ——!"

Dragging the dazzling light, a white-haired boy who looked similar to an elf girl appeared on the battlefield, and without looking, a "light sword" was thrown directly at the black-haired wizard.

Another explosion engulfed Loren.

"I'm fine!"

The indifferent Lori got up slowly, holding the handle of the knife with her right hand tightly in front of her, and didn't dare to move: "Don't be careless, he's still alive!"

Still alive?!

The elf boy raised his head in surprise, and in the smoke and dust, there were traces of explosions left on the "Dawn" greatsword that had been hit twice by the "Bright Light Sword", and the churning heat wave faintly dyed the center of the sword body with a layer of dark red.

The figure standing behind the big sword with one hand still standing, looking coldly, as if looking at the prey, and twitching the corners of his mouth.

The elven boy couldn't help but twitch his throat, his expression stiffened.

After the "disappearance" of the chief lieutenant of the Overseer, he has been serving as Prince Rodria's aide-de-camp, reporting the battle to His Royal Highness, and can be said to have witnessed almost all the battles with his own eyes... In a sense, I also witnessed all the battles of the black-haired wizards.

From the tenth day, for ten days and ten nights, the "Eboden commander" has always been on the front line, without even a single rest, and he should be half a dead man who has run out of oil.

But when he stood in front of him, Anson always felt as if he was about to die.

This guy... Is he a monster crawling out of hell?!

"What, don't you plan to go together?"

Loren's face was relaxed, since the other party showed no signs of moving, he was also happy to have a few minutes of rest to relax his tired nerves:

"The chief samurai and wizard of the Imperial Court... Well, it's tongue-inducing... In short, the two should be the only remaining trump cards in the hands of His Royal Highness Rodria. ”

"At the same time, if you can't take down my head, will it make His Royal Highness the prince not be able to hang on his face. With a sneer, the black-haired wizard narrowed his eyes and stared at the two siblings at the same time:

"It's even worse, the two of them joined forces but I turned ...... back"

"Your Excellency Duke of Byrne!"

The blindfolded elf girl spoke first, stabilizing Anson Zade beside her.

"Today's battle was a move that violated the previous agreement - but when it comes to the righteousness of the Azores, it is really helpless. Even if the lights are also dry and scarred, Lori Zade, who has a milky voice, is still very calm:

"But... There are still ways to redeem it. ”

Loren didn't answer, just glanced at the battlefield around him that was already covered with corpses and blood, screams and roars echoed, and his cold smile was full of sarcasm.

"In the bloody battle of the twentieth, your army has fully proved your bravery and sacrifice, and it is meaningless to continue this battle, so ......"

"I replied to your Highness the Prince five days ago, and I repeat it now!" the black-haired wizard interrupted her rudely:

"As long as you want to fight, then I will accompany you - you can fight for as long as you want, until you are in ashes and shattered!"

"As a result... It's nothing more than people dying and the city is ruined, and they will all die together!"

Facing the unceremonious Loren, the elf girl shook her head: "I'm not sarcastic or humiliating you, but I'm serious about negotiating with you." ”

"I mean, your purpose has been achieved. ”

"Twenty days of perseverance, no matter what the Empire and His Majesty the Emperor behind you want to do, you and your warriors have bought enough time to sacrifice. ”

"If you continue, you will only add meaningless casualties - for you, for Your Highness Rodria, and even for the Empire and the Kingdom of the Azores, and it would be a great loss to all of us to consume good samurai in meaningless offensive and defensive battles. ”

"If the goal has been achieved, why continue?"

This time, it was Loren who was silent.

The elven boy on the side stared at the black-haired wizard's every move—for fear that this monster-like guy would suddenly burst out and pounce on him recklessly.

"Therefore, I am here to make another request for peace on behalf of His Highness Rodria to put an end to this battle for Ebroden. As she spoke, the blindfolded elf girl puffed out her chest:

"But if you still refuse to give up, then I will also risk my life to fight you to the death until one of them falls—even if I give up the glory of the samurai, I must defeat you for the sake of the Eagle King and His Highness!"

Looking at Lori Zade, who was almost full of "resolute" on her face, Loren slowly closed her eyes and snapped her fingers lightly.

High-level spells, spiritual vision.

Loren, with his eyes closed, stood motionless, the invisible transparent ripples centered around him, expanding outward, all the way to the borders of the walls of Ebolden, and even a little farther away.

Without considering the premise of acuity, the range that this high-level spell can detect is quite wide, otherwise it would not have been given to Loren by the Charn family as a treasure.

The elven siblings suddenly became nervous.

After a few seconds, the black-haired wizard slowly opened his eyes, and a confident smile appeared on the corner of his calm mouth.

"Very good offer, but I'm sorry I declined. ”

Clang!

As the words fell, the elf girl gently pulled out the long knife in her hand, and a cold cold glow leaked out from the gap between the scabbard and the hilt.

Anson Zade, who was on the side, also hurriedly raised his hands, and the dazzling white light bloomed on his fingertips.

"Very good, have you decided that you want to die?" Loren, who curled the corners of his mouth, did not change his face, as if he was completely relaxed: "Then as a return gift for the suggestion you just made to me, I will also give you a suggestion - look back, there is a surprise." ”

Surprise, is it the reinforcements he is waiting for?

Glancing cautiously at his sister beside him, the elven boy Anson slowly turned his head, but there was nothing behind him but the sky.

But in less than half a second, his pupils suddenly shrank.

That, shouldn't that be......

"Anson, what's wrong?" Lori, who noticed her brother's strange appearance, looked back slightly, and clenched the hilt of her knife vigilantly: "Is it the enemy's reinforcements arriving, or is it ......?"

But the elven boy didn't speak, and in his astonishment, he desperately suppressed the fear in his heart, looked back at the black-haired wizard who was sneering at him, and then grabbed his sister's wrist holding the knife.

"Run, run!"

"Anson, what ......the hell is going on?"

"It's too late to explain, just follow me!"

The frightened elven boy lowered his head, not daring to look at the lead-gray endless sky in the distance, and the faint black dots.

The black dots......

It's the shadow of the dragon!