When the armies of the nobles of the Deep Woodburg joined the battle, the refugees finally collapsed completely. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Wailing and screaming civilians threw away their weapons and fled. And the soldiers are indiscriminate slaughterers, everyone who stands in their way. Hundreds, if not thousands, of these refugees are just lambs to the slaughter, and there is no resistance at all.

Screaming, wailing, cold-blooded...... This is no longer a battle, but a complete slaughter.

The castle guards on the city walls watched silently, and Lukka also stopped the war dancers under his command, this was no longer their battle.

The elven leader, who was frowning, watched coldly with his spear on his shoulder, his eyes extremely incomprehensible.

He really didn't understand why these humans could be so careless when they slaughtered their own kind.

In the horror of the bloody slaughter, the remaining refugees surrendered without any suspense - although most of them have fled in disarray, only a small fraction remain.

And the army of the nobles of the deep forest castle finally settled in, and also took over the defense of the entire deep forest castle, opening the gates of the castle.

As for the knights and elves of the guards, they retreated to the door of the castle hall together with a very tacit understanding, and the soldiers who originally wanted to take over this place were all driven back by them. A few unconvinced were directly beheaded, and the bloody bones fell on the stairs in front of the hall.

After a few skirmishes, the privates from the various families finally gave up their plans, while the knights of the guard still guarded the gate with their swords armed, not leaving the slightest step.

When the dawn finally rose, Barry Senna, surrounded by the nobles, like the true masters of the land, passed through the bone-strewn gates to the deep forest.

Despite the extremely sad look on his face, the corners of the old man's mouth, who couldn't contain the ecstasy in his heart, were still trembling. It looks like he's about to cry, but it's completely hiding his smile.

After such a long period of compromise, and respectful service to that little guy, even to the point of slander, he finally got the results.

Ruben Fried is finally dead!

For this moment, Barry Senna put almost all of his bets on it—the wealth he had accumulated over the years, the prestige of his family in Deepwood, the precious heir...... Even in the end, the army was mobilized, so to speak, to the point of desperation.

The old man stayed awake all night, waiting for news from outside all the time, but he did not dare to go in person for fear of being implicated, and spent the whole day in a long and restless wait.

At this moment, his dim eyes were already bloodshot, and his legs and feet were stiffened by the cold wind, and he was so sleepy that he did not fall directly from the saddle.

But the only advantage of getting older is that the body's intuition is no longer very sensitive, so that this usually trembling old man behaves any different from the past, so that no one will notice some clues.

What's more, victory is already in sight, how can you leave at this time?!

Barry Senna's heart felt like it was burning with a raging fire, and his rapid breathing almost made his heart jump out.

He can't fall until he sees the bones of Ruben Fried, and sees Will Senna sitting in that chair and becoming the Earl of the Deepwoodburg nobles!

The old man, who was trembling with his hands and feet, turned over and dismounted, and walked to the outside of the castle hall with the help of several nobles, but was stopped by two knights of the guard.

"Two knights, I am Barry Senna. The old man was not angry, waved his hand to block the soldiers who wanted to come forward, and asked earnestly: "Can you tell me that everything is okay in the castle?"

"We don't know. One of the guards knights shook his head, his expression like a stiff stone: "But His Excellency Loren Turin has ordered that no one should enter the castle before, and we are following the order. ”

"What a loyal knight. Barry Senna did not forget to compliment him, and then asked, "So, has anyone seen where His Excellency Loren Turin has gone?"

The two knights of the guard looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time: "Your Excellency Loren Turin went to support after hearing that there was an enemy at the side gate, and then no one knew where he went, and no one saw him. ”

Barry Senna struggled to resist the urge to laugh out loud - the wizard who had caused them so much trouble since they came to Deepwood, was finally finished!

Even though he was just a little wizard, he would never forget how this guy arrogantly interrupted himself and made himself ugly at that meeting.

Not only that, but it seems that even the whole plan of Ruben Fried seems to be inseparable from him.

Although his heart was very happy, the old man's face was still full of sad remembrance: "Your Excellency Loren Turin is the Count's loyal wizard advisor, and it is impossible for such a virtuous person to betray the Count and escape from the castle. ”

"Maybe he's just seriously injured and we have to find him as soon as possible. The old man paused and said in a very sad tone: "What if...... He has been called by the Holy Cross, and we must also find his body and put his soul to rest. ”

As his words fell, the door to the castle hall opened.

The creaking sound of the doorshaft attracted all eyes, and a pair of eyes involuntarily stared at the open door, waiting for the figure to come out of the darkness behind the door.

Barry Senna's eyes widened, his bloodshot pupils constricting violently, and he looked at the black-haired wizard who came out in disbelief.

Dressed in wizard's robes and wearing a hood, Loren walked down the stairs step by step with his wand in his right hand. The surrounding elves and knights of the guards took the initiative to make way for him, and appeared in front of Barry Senna as a leisurely stroll.

"It's an honor to see you again, Lord Barry Senna. Loren's voice was extremely calm: "Since the last time you didn't say goodbye. ”

"Allow me to apologize to you, we got the news that someone was going to attack the Deep Forest Castle at the moment, and we left before we could inform the Earl!"

The old man's expression was extremely remorseful, and he sighed: "At that time, we were bent on rushing back to our own territory to gather troops to quell the rebellion of the Earl, but no one could have imagined that things would turn out like this!"

"Regardless, the fact that you're alive is the best news in this disaster. Thank you Holy Cross for not allowing a faithful man like you to fall victim to the hands of gangsters!"

"It's my pleasure to say that. Smiling slightly, the black-haired wizard raised his eyebrows: "So, you and the adults only got the news, and you have nothing to do with the rebel refugees?"

"Of course, we are loyal to the Earl, how could we have made such a rebellious act?!" Barry Senna retorted righteously, "If the real culprit can be caught, please be sure to punish it severely, and we must not tolerate this terrible traitor, otherwise there will be no peace in the deep forest castle!"

"It must be some nobleman who has a grudge against the Earl who can start such a revolt - I seriously doubt that those who have tried to set fire to the granaries are absolutely inseparable from this matter!

The whole castle echoed with the voice of Barry Senna, and the impassioned old man's words reached everyone's ears despite his physical fatigue, and even the knights of the Earl's guard could not help but be moved.

"Well said, well said, Mistress Barry Senna. Loren, who had been silent, finally spoke: "I will definitely consider your suggestions and let the traitors get the fate they deserve." ”

"Now, please come with me, as you and your adults want to meet you. ”

With that, the black-haired wizard turned around and walked in the direction of the castle hall.

"See us, who, who wants to see us?" said Barry Senna.

Loren, who stopped in place, slowly looked back, and there was a hint of sarcasm on the corner of his mouth that was so obvious that it couldn't be more obvious:

"Count Deepwood, of course, Lord Leuven Fleet!"