"Hehe... Hahaha...... Hahaha......"

Will Senna, who was gasping, laughed in a trembling voice, "You... You must be lying to me!"

"That's right, it's just a trick to mess myself up, there can't be any traps! How is it possible to know when we are going to do it?!"

Will, who was desperately trying to explain to himself, saw Loren's expression of pity. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info's cheeks trembled, only a forced smile, and a panic that pretended to be calm.

"Boom. ”

There was a sudden muffled sound from the door clinging to him behind him, and Will's nervous body almost froze.

The "good-willed" Loren snapped his fingers lightly, and the door opened. Will Senna, whose smile froze, turned his head a little, his frightened eyes staring at the crack in the door that was opened, and his pupils contracted little by little.

"Will... Lord Will Senna...... Help us... That, that demon... It's coming..."

The creeping soldier dragged a long trail of blood in the corridor behind him, raised his withered right hand dying, and fell to the ground before he could touch a puppet that looked like a broken thread.

"Ahhhhh!!!!!hhh

Screaming, Will Senna fell to the ground, desperately ducking backwards as if he was running for his life, even forgetting to get up. He slumped on the ground and stepped back with his hands and feet until he bumped into the dark-haired wizard behind him.

"Hmm...... A little longer than I thought, even if you win, Lord Will Senna. ”

Loren, who was expressionless, said in a very indifferent tone, not even bothering to glance at the people on the ground.

"I was wrong, I was really wrong, I don't want to die!" Will Cena, crying, tugged at the corner of Loren's clothes and begged desperately: "Spare me, please spare me! It's all Barry, Barry Senna's old thing forcing me, it's all their attention, and it has nothing to do with me!"

"I'm sorry, but I don't have that authority, and the only person who can spare you is Ruben Fried, your lord of the count. ”

Loren looked at him with "regret", his dark pupils flashed with a strange luster, and the index finger of his right hand gently picked up his chin: "However, maybe you can prove your loyalty with your actions." ”

"W-What do you mean?"

"The Senna family's army must be not far from the castle now, ready to 'quell the rebellion', right?" Loren slowly crouched down and looked directly into those frightened eyes: "I want you to give them a signal to tell Barry Senna and his doglegs that you 'succeeded'." ”

With Loren's voice, Will was like a prey being watched by a wild beast, unable to move.

"You—Are you going to ......?"

"That's right, it's your only option. Taking the short sword from his hand, Loren pressed the blade against Will's neck: "You and Barry, only one of them can live." ”

"But you're forcing me to betray my family!"

"Really, but you are the earl's squire, and according to tradition, should you not be faithful to your master forever?"

With a slight sarcasm, Loren, who gently raised the corners of his mouth, spoke: "You said it yourself. Now, it's time to test your loyalty to the Count. ”

His pupils dilated, and Will Cena, trembling all over, made his last choice.

.................. The dark night sky gradually became clear, although it was still early in the morning, but the eastern sky had gradually revealed white light, and the morning light that had not yet risen announced the beginning of a new day.

The castle guards, who had fought all night, were still holding on to the walls, and little by little pushing the rushing refugees down again.

It was a battle with no end in sight, and no matter how many times the soldiers struggled, like a gray tide, a steady stream of refugees would still climb up again, take their last breath, and roar out of their anger.

The castle guards on the city walls were never determined to kill the refugees - if it were not for the knights of the guards, and the elves wielding spears and spears, the castle would have been lost.

Count Ruben Fleet was hiding in the castle, and Loren Turin was nowhere to be found, and the soldiers didn't even know who they were fighting for.

It's just the desire to survive that sustains them, and if the refugees do take the gates, the entire castle will be reduced to ashes in front of this roaring tide!

Whether it's the knights of the Guards supervising the battle in the rear, the castle guards defending with shields, or the refugees pouring into the walls, wielding sticks, daggers and broken swords, they are holding on to their last breath.

Heavily armed soldiers jumped off the city wall with the ragged refugees, knights wielding swords fought with enemies ten times their size, vomiting blood and falling to the ground, and the refugees who fell to the ground became flesh trampled by countless soles of their feet and disappeared into the gray tide......

The spear-wielding elves, led by Luka, surrounded the refugees who had crossed the walls and stormed the towers.

Seeing the increasingly anxious city walls, Lukka became more and more anxious - he brought with him the most elite war dancers among the elves, all his closest brothers.

These warriors should be the walls that protect the settlement when the ogres invade, not in vain in the infighting of the humans!

No matter how brave and good they were, if they continued to fight like this, there would definitely be casualties, but if they withdrew now, the soldiers and knights of the guards on the city walls alone would definitely not be able to stop the enemy.

Although they have only met a few times, many of them are still strangers. But for Lukka to watch these living lives die because of him, he really can't bear it.

Loren Torino, what the hell is he doing?!

The wizard who had convinced himself on the basis of just one word that he was unprepared that there must be a way to end the battle.

Just as the elf raised his head, a golden-red beam of light suddenly rose slowly from the castle, and it was extremely dazzling in the pitch-black sky.

What is that?

A bewildered Lukka watched as the red beam rose and exploded into a dazzling speck of light above the castle. Before he could figure out what was going on, a steady stream of trumpets came from outside the castle.

After two or three steps up the city wall, Luca, who stood at the top of the tower and looked into the distance, saw that something seemed to be approaching in the wilderness outside the castle.

Soon, a colorful swallowtail flag appeared in his field of vision, and from the gentle hills approaching little by little, the snowflakes seemed to be able to hear their footsteps.

It's the army of the Earls of Deepwoodburg!

Although he didn't know all kinds of swallowtail flags, the one at the front was the heraldic banner of the Senna family, and he certainly knew it when he had dealt with Shenlin Fort all year round.

The soldiers of the deep forest fort, who were walking on solid steps, did not even encounter sporadic resistance, and rushed directly into the rear of the refugees besieging the castle.

Although there were only a few hundred soldiers, this was already the entire army that most of the county could assemble in a hurry - there were certainly not enough knights to face the Duke of Lothair, but their opponents were not equally disciplined warriors.

The ragged and even unarmed civilians had no chance of winning against such a heavily armed army.

And the "leaders" who led the refugees to rush up the city wall, wielding long swords, knocked on the trebuchet of the wall, and now all of them are gone, leaving only these blank faces, only blood and anger themselves.

The refugees under the city walls immediately broke out into great confusion, and under the attack of the castle and the periphery, they were like beasts that had fallen into a trap, struggling desperately, but they had long lost the strength to resist.

Many civilians threw away their weapons, cried and knelt on the ground begging for mercy, and the originally noisy refugee stream suddenly left only cries of pathos and fear.

"Please, please spare me, for the sake of the Holy Cross!"

"Phew, you are worthy of the Holy Cross, untouchable!" the soldier spat hard and kicked the kneeling civilian into the air. Ran waved the long sword in his hand fiercely.

"For the sake of the Earl, for the sake of the Senna family, kill them all-!"

"Kill them all—!!!!"