"They rushed in—!!!!"

Cries of fear echoed through the castle, and it was unknown who had opened the side door of the castle, but the moment the door was opened, everything was irreparable. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Like hungry hyenas who had broken out of their cages, the roaring refugees poured into the castle like crazy, and the guards who wanted to resist fell to the ground, venting their unparalleled resentment.

The entire western side of the castle was in complete chaos, and the guards, who were not prepared to deal with it, could not stop the surging refugees, and could only barely support themselves.

Even if the knights of the Guards who followed him joined, the tide of the battle did not change much. They can hold five, if not ten, refugees, at bay, but they are followed by two or three times as many people rushing at them!

What's even more terrifying is that among the enemies, there are actually many guys with long swords, who quickly entangle the knights of the guards who came to support, so that more refugees rushed into the castle.

"Kill these knights, they're all the Count's lackeys!"

"Rush in, there's food in the castle, and there's endless bread waiting for you!"

"Go kill the Count, he's the one who has driven you to this dead end!"

The sound of screams came and went, and it poured into the castle like a tumbling wave. A pair of wilted hands pinned the guards to the ground, stripping them of everything of value.

More people took the opportunity to rush into the castle, and the gray tide was like a swarm of headless flies, surging in search until they finally found their target.

"The granary, the granary is there!"

"Rush in, there will be endless bread and potatoes inside!"

"It's all ours, it's all ours!"

No one could stop the surging tide, and the refugees rushed into it like moths that saw the light. The simple door of the warehouse was torn apart in an instant, like a piece of paper.

The elves who arrived in time did not rush in, but stood guard outside all the exits near the granary. The castle guards, who followed suit, also erected improvised fences and shields around the warehouse, surrounding the entire granary.

As long as these already hysterical guys can't rush out, they won't cause further damage to the castle. Anyway, the grain in the granary has long been exhausted, and the only food in the castle is all locked in the cellar.

This is Loren's plan - if the castle is really breached, it will be able to hold out for a while more until Sir Aaron's reinforcements arrive.

By the time they actually realized that the granary was empty, the outside had already prepared siege measures to block them inside.

But now that the Deepwood Fort has reinforcements from the elves, it can calmly concentrate its forces first, defeat the refugees outside the city gates, and then deal with these guys whose brains are burned by hunger.

The refugees on the wall of the main gate have been stifled by the sudden appearance of the elves. These war dancers are very good at melee, and more importantly, unlike the castle guards, they don't have emotional baggage for these humans, and there is no problem that they can't get their hands dirty.

Little by little, the tide of the battle was being turned around, and no one noticed that among the refugees who had just stormed the castle, a small group of people had already sneaked into the main castle.

These people are very familiar with the structure of the castle, and they are constantly moving through the narrow corridors and staircases, without even a moment of hesitation or stagnation, as if they were strolling through their homes.

Guards, servants, and even refugees who had entered by mistake were silently dropped to the ground, and before they could scream, they were pierced through the throat by crossbow arrows.

Towers, verandahs, side halls...... searched all the uninhabited rooms, but there was no trace of the earl.

Where is he hiding, could it be that he escaped from the castle a long time ago?!

Or is he in the castle hall?!

Still, they were disappointed, and the empty castle hall was also empty. The guy at the front sneered. Since none of these places were available, there was only one place for Ruwen - the lord's bedroom in the Deep Forest.

Wait to die, coward, this is the last night you'll sleep in that room!

Pushing open the side door, the group of "refugees" immediately ran in the direction of the lord's bedroom. And just as the last person was about to leave, the door shut.

The wide-eyed black shadow desperately tugged at the handle, but the side door seemed to be locked, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open it.

"If I were you, I wouldn't be wasting my efforts there. ”

A familiar voice came from behind him, and the terrified black shadow froze, his trembling eyes contracted violently, and he quickly thought about how to deal with it.

After a moment of silence, the shadow suddenly turned around and took off his mask, revealing Will Cena's face, and his panic overflowed:

"Lord Loren Turin, go after those guys - they want to kill Lord Count, it's too late!"

"I sneaked into them. These people are lawless murderers, unlike the hungry refugees outside!"

"Of course I do. Loren Turin curled the corners of his mouth slightly: "They are all personal soldiers of the Senna family, otherwise, how could they know the structure of the castle so well?"

"What are you talking about?" Will's eyes widened, his right hand already clenching the short sword in his sleeve.

"In normal times, I would be happy to act with you, Lord Will Senna. Sighing softly, Loren slowly raised the wand in his right hand: "But not tonight." ”

"From the very beginning, the revolt of the refugees was a trick by the Senna family and the nobles of the Deep Forest. Because if Ruben Fried was killed by the nobles, it would give the duke an excuse to send troops. ”

"So you need the refugees to get everyone's attention, and when the castle is breached and the count is killed, you can put all the blame on them. ”

"And the nobles of Shenlin Castle are the 'heroes' who avenged the Earl, and the Duke not only can't send troops, but he also needs to thank you. ”

Pursing the corners of his mouth, the black-haired wizard said in an extremely sarcastic tone.

And Will Senna showed a look of sudden realization: "Original." I see, Grandpa Barry and the grown-ups...... How could they do such a horrible thing!"

"We must stop them, Lord Loren Turin, and we must not let them succeed!"

"Why?"

"Of course it's because ......" Will was stunned and replied hesitantly, "I, I'm the earl's attendant, and loyalty to him is a matter of course!"

"But isn't that a good thing for you?" the black-haired wizard chuckled disdainfully, looking at Will Senna with a mocking expression.

"The future Lord of Deepwoodburg...... If you're not mistaken, that Lord Barry Senna promised you the title of Leuven, right?"

Will Senna felt a chill creep up his spine and into his heart.

"You ......"

"I know the steps of your plan, the identity of each and every one of you, it is all clear. Loren approached step by step, stood in front of the half-kneeling Will, and looked down on him with his chin: "It's better to say that even the steps were planned by me for you, but your cleverness thought that 'your own' plan was going well." ”

"Whether it's a riot by refugees or a raid on a castle...... I'm tired of it, and I'm not in the mood to keep playing with you, and the game has become so boring that I can't wait to get to an end. ”

"You—You call this a game, a game?!"

"Isn't it?" Loren asked rhetorically, shaking his head disdainfully, "Although with your little ability, you are not qualified to be an opponent. ”

"As for you, Lord Will Senna, you are so well hidden, that even I was almost deceived by your 'dark lights' tricks, believing that you are just a nobleman curious about magic. ”

"But actually, you're a wizard, aren't you, Lord Will Senna?"