The halberd is a weapon with a sharp spear at the front, but it has a sharp edge like an axe, and the other end of the blade is a sharp hook, in fact, this halberd is a combination of an axe, a hook and a spear, the halberd can not only pierce but also chop the hook, a skilled warrior holding a halberd is enough to fight against three to five spearmen.

"Ah~~." Blood spurted from the enemy's neck and hit the face of the Mecklenburg soldier, who held the halberd, a powerful weapon.

"Defend well, don't let them penetrate our formation." The halberds were commanded by religious knights, and the knights, who had sworn obedience to the Order of St. Jom, were scattered among the Mecklenburg soldiers as the commanders, and their vast experience in warfare and strong fighting power made it impossible for the outnumbered Pomeranians to take advantage of anything.

"It's Sizz." Between the Pomeranians and the Mecklenburg soldiers, the narrow street crossroads were placed at the crossroads of the horses, and it was these horses that stood in the way of separating the two sides, and the soldiers with halberds could cut and collude to make the Pomeranians suffer enough.

"Kill~~~." Shouts of slaughter rang out, crossbow bolts flew in mid-air, taking the lives of one warrior after another, and the Pomeranians gradually destroyed the obstacles that stood in their way one by one, while the Mecklenburgs relied on their well-trained combat skills to support them.

"Master, why did you deceive the Grand Chief of Pomerania, could it be that you planned it from the beginning?" On the main tower, Brother Elvet stood at the window of the corridor, looking at the Pomeranians and Mecklenburgers fighting in the outer city, and behind him his servant asked curiously, because this was different from what Brother Elvet had planned at the beginning.

"Of course, this is what I planned, to lure in the stupid Pomeranian Grand Chieftain and deal a heavy blow." Brother Elvet turned his back to his servant and talked eloquently, his affection seemed to be very excited, and the servant thought that this was a sign of the success of the plan.

"That's good, but I don't know if our army will be able to defeat the Pomeranians, after all, our numbers are too small." The servant peeked out of the window worriedly, and if the Pomeranian attacked the tower, the fate of Brother Elvet could be imagined.

"Let's go down." Brother Elvet said with a blushing face.

"It's the master." The servant hurried away from the moody Brother Elvet, and as his figure disappeared at the end of the corridor, a hobbled figure approached.

"What a good plan, Lord Gong." The person who came over was none other than Justice Dylan. Matt, the hunchbacked disabled nobleman, clapped his hands at Brother Elvet.

"It's you, it's you." Brother Elvet turned, his face unusually hideous, he took a few steps and stretched out his hands, but stopped in mid-air.

"It's your credit, isn't it? Miyasami-sama. "Dylan. Matt said calmly, he looked at Brother Elvet and said slowly.

"Hmph." Brother Elvet's mind remembered that one night two days before, when he had woken up from his sleep, he had found something unusual in his bedroom, and when he sat up and looked at the southwest corner, he found a man standing in the dark corner.

"Who's there? I'm going to call the guards. Brother Elvet quickly pulled out a small knife from under his pillow, the one he used to cut meat and fruit, but it was too small.

"The soldiers have gone to defend the walls, but you should think twice before you shout." The man hiding in a dark corner folded his arms and leaned against the wall to Brother Elvet and said.

"You, what do you want to do?" Brother Elvet felt a chill in his back, like hundreds of ants climbing up his spine, his breathing became a little short, his door was guarded by a servant, and when he slept, the door was chained, and how did the other party come to his bedroom silently? The only thing he knew for sure was that if he had shouted loudly, he would have been reduced to a cold corpse before the servant could come to him.

"Brother Elvet heard that you intend to seduce the Pomeranians, is there such a thing?" The man hiding in the darkness said to him slowly.

"You, who do you listen to, I~~~." Brother Elvet swallowed, his throat sliding up and down, he couldn't figure out what was going on.

"Well, you don't have to explain, all you need to know is that if the Pomeranians are put into the castle by you, then I have a thousand ways to make your death extremely painful." The man in the darkness gradually walked into the corner, and at this time the moonlight shone through the window, and at this time I saw a masked man wrapped in a gray cloak, not tall but light as a cat.

"What, what do you mean?" Brother Elvet asked, puzzled.

"Brush." Suddenly, the assassin jumped in front of Brother Elvet, and then Brother Elvet felt a cold sensation, and he subconsciously looked down, only to see a dagger with a blue sheen under his neck, and the sharp blade faintly stabbed his skin.

"Goo, I, I see, get this thing out of the way." Brother Elvet nodded hurriedly, agreeing with the other party's suggestion, and when the knife was on his neck, few people could refuse the knife's suggestion.

"Well, you're a smart man, but I have one more request, you have to bring the Grand Pomeranian chief and his army into the castle, if you can't complete this task, hehe, you know." The Assassin moved the dagger away, but slapped Brother Elvet in the face with the back of the blade, and Brother Elvet closed his eyes and nodded.

"Huhu~~~." When Brother Elvet reacted, he only felt a cool breeze blowing on his body, and when he opened his eyes, he found that the assassin was no longer around, and the window of his bedroom was open, he quickly got out of bed and walked to the window, outside the window was the fourth floor of the main tower hanging in the air, the smooth walls were not climbable, and no one fell down.

"Woohoo." Brother Elvet took a few steps back, his thin pajamas could not withstand the cold wind of the night, he curled up on his bed with his arms in his arms, piling all the quilts on his body, fear and awe filled Brother Elvet's heart, it turned out that his life was only at the thought of others. R1152