On the other side of the castle, a stage play called "Massacre" is gradually reaching its climax.

When they saw that the enemy was only a few dozen elven warriors, the black-bladed mercenaries, who were still panicked, quickly recovered their morale.

After two defensive battles, the mercenaries also had some understanding of their enemies - these "long-eared samurai" were indeed very powerful, and only the Byrne knights dared to say that they could win one-on-one, but coincidentally, they were not good at dealing with hoplites who formed formations.

What's even more coincidental is that what these mercenaries are best at is group fighting!

With bloodthirsty laughter, the mercenaries quickly assembled into a formation of six to eight people, wielding terrifying chain hammers and cold halberds to pounce on the lone elves.

In the face of the fierce and vicious mercenaries who had no sense of honor at all, the elven warriors, who were outnumbered, did not hesitate to draw their swords and charge, and broke into their line without changing their faces.

Between the splashes of blood, the first step back... It's the mercenaries.

At the moment of the confrontation, the mercenaries in the front row flew into the air with their heads neatly in the air!

The indifferent elven warriors were like emotionless killing machines, wielding Azorean long knives like light and shadow with their hands, maintaining a compact squad formation, breaking into the mercenary line from the center.

In the hands of the court warriors, the Azorean long knives forged from Mithril, the shields of the mercenaries were no harder than a piece of wood;

Their hammers could not touch the bodies of the samurai at all;

The heavy armor is only a drag, and the gaps between those armors are full of flaws!

It's not a fight, it's a slaughter - without the morale of the legionnaires to fight to the death, nor the agility of the witchers, the mercenaries have no room to fight back against the top of the Azorean elves' "Four Courts" samurai.

The ferocity of the enemy, the fierceness and chaos of the battle, far exceeded their imagination.

They want to run for their lives, but the blade behind them is close behind;

They wanted to kneel and beg for mercy, but they were greeted with a sharp blade that cut off their heads;

Fear makes them stubborn, but they can only become the target of the enemy's test;

The only thing that can be done is to cry out before dying.

"Help——!

"No, don't!"

"Spare me! Ahh

"Let me live!"

"Surrender!

"Reinforcements, call reinforcements over!"

"We are abandoned!" ......

The sound of slaughter resounded throughout the castle, and the mercenaries fell in pieces.

However, the elven warriors of the Imperial Court are still carrying out the orders of the Imperial Court's second seat, Shera, to "hold back the enemy's defenders and buy time for the Imperial Court Warriors".

And if you want to buy time, then the best way is of course to kill all the enemies left.

The elf girl standing in the back row seemed to have seen nothing, jumping up and down humming a cute little tune, and her feet in small leather boots kept bursting "splashing" in a pool of blood, gently slapping on her fleshy cheeks.

The battle on the opposite side has gradually come to an end, and the mercenaries who have been routed on all fronts are dying and fleeing - most of them are scattered directly in place, and about one-fifth of the mercenaries have hid in the inner fort, relying on the wall battlements to "resist to the death".

Of course, there is not much difference between the two results in the eyes of the elven warriors of the Imperial Court.

"Lord Shera, the enemy has been largely wiped out, and the rest are fleeing towards the inner fort. An elven warrior stepped forward and reported to the second seat of the Imperial Court, "What are you going to do next?"

"Of course, it is necessary to occupy some key positions of this castle as soon as possible, block the city gates to prevent reinforcements from coming, and kill those deserters by the way. The elf girl raised her head and glanced at him with dissatisfaction:

"Do you still need to be told?"

"But ......" the elven warrior stopped talking, as if there was something unspeakable.

"What are you doing?" tilted her little head, and Sheila's expression became even more impatient.

"Adjutant Alexandra's side seems to be engaged in a fierce battle with the enemy, and the outcome is still uncertain......;

"Support?" "Sheila's eyes widened and she looked at him incredulously, "Are you funny in the head, what's in it for us?"

"But after all, they are all carrying out the orders of His Highness Rodria, wouldn't it be ...... if they fail?"

"If it fails, it must be the fault of that stinky guy in Alexandra, it's definitely not the cute Sheila anyway!" The wide-eyed elf girl pouted: "We have done everything we should have done, so it must be her who is wrong, and she is the one who takes the responsibility, not us!"

"It's her who died, it's the stinky guy Alexandra!"

"Yes......" The elven warrior bowed his head and had to change the topic to the other side:

"Also, about the enemies of the inner fort ... Do you want to think about it, this is most likely a trap for the enemy. ”

"Of course it's a trap!" the elven girl interrupted him again.

The elven warrior was silent.

"Otherwise, do you think why the enemy is so lax, and who is it who is fighting with Alexandra, who still doesn't understand after seeing the battle during the day?"

"Our opponents... His Royal Highness's opponent, the Duke of Byrne, was as confident and conceited as the fool Eugen, but with a little more cleverness. ”

"He's designed this trap to lure us in, but he's got to be more prepared to make sure the castle doesn't fall, and guess what's his biggest hole card for a conceited guy?"

The elven warrior was dripping in a cold sweat and said hesitantly:

“...... Himself?"

Tilting her little head, Sheila smiled innocently.

"The guy who can kill the stupid Eugen, people really want to meet it. The corners of her mouth hooked up a crescent-like arc, and the elf girl provoked her flawless big eyes:

"Such a scheming and vicious big brother, I'm afraid that when I see the cute Xuela, I can't help but want to kill someone, right?"

"So just to prevent him from doing that, before meeting him... Sheila has to do a little bit of preparation, too. ”

As she spoke, the elf girl slowly pulled out the short knife from her back, turned the hilt, and her right hand with jade fingers played the non-existent strings in the air, dancing up and down.

With the silent music, the corpse of the mercenary who fell to the ground in a pool of blood began to move, struggle, twitch... Like a puppet with a silk thread in it, it stiffened itself and picked up the weapon that had fallen to the ground.

In front of the elf girl, the stiff "puppets" placed in two neat rows, bowed their heads and bowed their heads to "send" her into the gate of the inner castle, and their respectful "demeanor" was like that of a princess's servant.

Humming a pleasant tune, Shera jumped into the inner castle with her little hands behind her back, and behind her, the elven warriors of the Imperial Court had completely blocked all the entrances and exits of the entire inner castle, leaving not even a single corner.

Outside, the defenders of the castle have all been turned into her dolls, leaving the castle impassable.

Under the net, how can this Lord of Byrne defeat himself, or even defeat all of his own, to recapture the castle or escape?

I'm looking forward to it!

The elf girl, who was so excited that she couldn't help herself, stood in front of the door of the inner castle hall, playfully raised her right hand, and gently pressed it on the doorknob.

"Squeak~"

With the rattle of the old hitch, the door was pushed open.

The smiling Shera poked her little head out without hesitation and looked excitedly into the door......

"You... Who is it?"

A smile froze on the elven girl's face, and a pair of eyes stared at the tall and thin figure opposite without blinking.

Although she only caught a glimpse from a distance during the day, it was certain that it was not the guy in front of her who killed Eugen!

"Oh, you say me?, I'm a native of Lothair, certified by the Ebotden Wizard Tower, a mentor-level wizard, the inheritor of the Dragonlord's Tower, a unique occult and runic wizard from the past two hundred years to the next two hundred years......"

Reporting a long list of names, the tall and thin figure stood up from behind the desk with his head held high proudly, and looked at the elf girl who was stunned after walking in the door:

"Isaac Grantham... Welcome, I've been waiting for you for a long time. ”

"Wait for me?"

"That's right, Loren told me there would be guests tonight, and it took me a lot of effort to get him to agree to let me stay and 'entertain' you... Well, it's not an easy job. ”

Sitting at the desk with a chair, Isaac sighed and rolled his eyes: "You may not understand, but this junior of mine has a kind of... I don't even know how to convince him that I don't need his protection, on the contrary, I can help and even protect him. ”

"But... He did use his power and wealth to help me a lot, otherwise I would not have been where I am now, so it seems to me that it is only fitting and reasonable to satisfy his desire for protection, and at the same time to help him a little with the results of my research. ”

"Can you understand my explanation in such a layman's terms, little elf sister?" After saying that, Isaac still looked at her very "considerately".

Sheila has been completely stupid.

This guy... Who is it?

Listening to his tone, it seems that he is very close to Duke Byrne, which means that if you kill or capture him alive, it should be a great achievement, right?

The elf girl who was in a heart fluttered grasped the hilt of the knife, tapped the five fingers of her right hand in the air, and then ......

"Don't waste your efforts, little elf sister. Isaac sighed, as if he had seen someone stupid in front of him: "You didn't notice it when you entered the door, or are you too dull to come back to your senses until now?"

"This room... No, it should be that the entire inner castle has been engraved with the Silent Rune by me - not the simplified version of the Church, but the controllable and enhanced version designed by me with reference to the Dragon King's Tower - your simple and ridiculous 'Samurai Way' cannot be used here at all. ”

"Really, I thought the death of that guy named Eugen would make you have a better memory? How do you feel that your brains are more stupid and naïve than your country relatives in the Ancient Wood Forest?"

Rolling his eyes, Isaac hugged his shoulder and gave a disdainful "sigh".

In the next second, the figure of the elf girl rushed towards him without warning!

"Bell!"

The sharp tip of the knife stopped three paces between the two of them, and the ice-blue "transparent wall" blocked the blade.

Isaac still sat in his place.

"Ice barrier?" Sheila was startled at first, and then laughed out loud: "What do people think it is, it turns out that this is your hole card... Lord Isaac Grantham?"

"Do you know? The emperor in the Heavenly Dome also thought that this thing could protect him, but it turned out to be ......"

looked at the elf girl who suddenly showed a weird smile, and was a little unhappy: "What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing, it's just a little impatient. Isaac shook his head, got up from his chair with a tight smile on his lips, and walked to the edge of the ice barrier, staring at Shera almost at close distance:

"Do you know where the gap between us and the beast is, little elf sister?"

Sheila was silent, and the confidence of the guy opposite made her inexplicably panic.

"The simplest difference......" Isaac cocked his right index finger, "Beasts only know how to use their instincts, experience, and brute strength, they don't think." ”

"And we have the wisdom to make judgments through the objective nature of things, or subjective assumptions, and we can summarize our own methodology - thinking, so that we are superior to them. ”

"So in my eyes, you, the Night's Watch, the mutated monsters, the alchemists, the witchers, some of the evil gods... Even my dear Loren junior, who is basically no different from a beast. ”

"Playing with your poor intelligence, simply and brutally using power powerful enough to change the appearance of the world, throwing it around like stones......

To say that you are inferior is to shame the word. ”

Isaac gradually retracted his smile: "Of course, Senior Brother Loren, he still has some special little cleverness, some of which I can't help but admire, but you, little elf sister... I'm worried if you can understand what I'm saying now. ”

"So after talking to Loren for a while, I decided to teach you a lesson myself, and to deeply understand how ignorant and ignorant I am in a way that you can understand. ”

As he spoke, Isaac patted the desk behind him:

"There's a magic array on top of this, and I can detonate two hundred and fifteen related magic arrays in the inner castle at the same time with a single touch, and although they are all spells, the ignition agent and oil canister next to it are enough to kill all of you. ”

At that moment, Xuela's face finally showed the color of fear, and she looked behind her in a panic:

"Hey, you—you're kidding, right?!hahahaha... That's right, if you want to blow us all up, then even you ......."

"Safe and sound. Isaac's cold words shattered her illusions: "As I said, your ability to think is basically the same as that of a beast - calculate the power and amplitude of the explosion, and the area affected to ensure that the building is not affected......"

"In your imagination, it should be impossible, right?"

"People, people......" The elf girl retreated helplessly, looking at Isaac like a demon.

"That's right, that's the expression—I guess the soldiers you killed were the same expressions before they died. Isaac slowly raised his right hand and pressed the table behind him:

"Look well, study well, and remember this lesson. ”

"Your last lesson. ”