In the small castle in the city of Mori, the lord of the city, Bettel, is celebrating.

The gray-eyed organization was destroyed, and the immortal female monster was not seen for more than ten days, most of them were killed and scared and left.

The two henchmen were gone all at once, and now Betel felt that life had never been so easy and pleasant.

A group of subordinates flatteringly came to toast him, and some of the city's minor nobles also came over at the right time to show their intimacy.

Wade, who had the best relationship with him, took the wine glass and said regretfully on the side: "It's a pity that you let go of that woman named Ellie, she is immortal and beautiful." There can be many ways to play. If you don't want it, you should send it to me. ”

"You can't control her." Bettel recalled the special feelings that Ellie had brought him during this time, and then smiled contemptuously: "Although that woman is stupid and stupid, and she is not good at frontal combat, she has a sense of arrogance. Completely different from the women you've met before. If she's a little softer, I don't mind making her a true lady of the city lord. ”

Wade was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "I'm tired of hearing what you've said to many women." ”

"Really, that woman is different. She doesn't seem to be very interested in such a thing as wealth, and what she prefers is just a style of life. Bettel said regretfully: "And her performance when she is happy is different from that of ordinary women, enchanting but not vulgar, taking the initiative but not giving people the feeling of dust." It's the first time I've met such a woman, but her personality is too arrogant and difficult to control. ”

After Wade listened, he said, "When you say that, I'm more interested." ”

"There shouldn't be this one of the women of the Children of Gold, and then we will look for them in other cities, and then trick one or two more to come, hoping that all the women of the Children of Gold will be as stupid as Ellie."

Thinking of something indescribable, the two of them laughed at the same time.

Just as the two of them finished laughing and were about to go to chat with the others, they heard a strange muffled sound coming from the east, and even the lively banquet hall could not completely hide this sound.

All of a sudden, the banquet was much quieter, except for the sound of musical instruments playing.

Then there was another muffled sound, and now many people could hear it clearly, it was the sound of a heavy object falling from a high altitude and hitting something.

Most of the guests looked confused and didn't know what was going on, but a few had strange expressions on their faces, and they had heard this or something like that.

A bad feeling surrounds them.

This also includes Bettel.

He raised his hand, and the musicians all stopped.

Then a third muffled sound came from a distance, this time very clearly.

"Stone-throwing!"

Bettel's expression was uncontrollably gloomy, who dared to attack his own city with siege engines at this time.

He was about to go out when a soldier ran in a panic and said with a frightened expression: "The lord of the city is not good, the gray-eyed people are back, and this time they have brought several trebuchets and are attacking our city gates." ”

"It can't be!" Betel roared, "We've wiped out the Grey Eye. ”

The soldier muttered, "But that's what they shouted outside the city." “

"How many are there?" Betel asked angrily.

"At least fifty." The soldier whispered.

When Betel heard this, he directly kicked the soldier to the ground and roared angrily: "Fifty people? There are at least 500 people in your city guards, and this is not a reserve, so you don't dare to kill them? ”

"We've tried, we sent two hundred men out before, and the result ......" The soldier bowed his head, "like an adult cleaning up a child, and the battle ended in less than ten minutes." More than a hundred people died on our side, and the rest were taken prisoner. And those fifty people, nothing at all, they are all professionals. ”

"It can't be!" Betel slammed the cup in his hand to the ground, and the clanging sound was extremely harsh in the quiet banquet hall: "Even if it is on the side of the royal city, it is a bit difficult to gather fifty powerful professionals to come out, but we are in a remote area, let alone fifty professionals, it is quite remarkable to be able to gather twenty professionals." The Gray-Eyed rebels have long been seriously injured, and they can't make up fifty people, let alone fifty professionals. ”

The soldier bowed his head and did not dare to speak.

Wade, who was next to him, walked up to Bettel and said, "Now is not the time to sulk with a small soldier, let's take the soldier over to see the situation." ”

Bettel took a deep breath and showed an ugly smile to the guests around him: "I'm sorry to disappoint everyone, this is the end of the banquet, please go back first." ”

The guests walked away quickly, and it was a bit of a deserted escape.

Bettel, on the other hand, set out with the remaining four hundred elite guards in the castle and headed for the city walls.

Just as he left the castle with his soldiers, six extremely inconspicuous players appeared near the castle, scattered in different directions of the castle, but almost unanimously showed lewd smiles.

When Betel came to the bottom of the city wall with his army, he happened to see a huge stone fall from mid-air and directly hit the city wall.

In the midst of the screams, two soldiers were smashed into flesh on the spot, and five or six soldiers were injured by flying rubble, ranging in severity and severity.

"The archers and I went up to the wall, and the others stayed near the gates."

Bettel shouted, and trotted straight up the walkway to the wall.

At this time, the city wall has been hit by four huge stones, although it looks very miserable, there are broken stones and broken bricks everywhere, and even the wall buttresses have collapsed a section, but in essence, the impact is not great.

Bettel ran to the battlements and saw in the distance about thirty masked black-robed men standing in a small phalanx. Next to the small phalanx, there were many corpses of the city guards.

At the back of the phalanx, there were more than twenty black-robed men fiddling with three trebuchets, and several strong black-robed men were working together to put the huge cobblestone onto the stone thrower.

Although all of these black-robed people covered their faces, their exposed eyes all had a playful expression, and there was a very restrained arrogance in them.

Such arrogance was familiar to him, and Ellie's eyes also contained it.

He took a deep breath and had a bad thought in his mind, and then he saw a familiar figure come out from behind the stone thrower.

It's Ellie.

The trebuchet man stopped.

With a piece of parchment in her hand, Elle looked at Bettel from afar, a sneering look on her face.

The player in charge of the live broadcast jumped up and down from the side, constantly giving close-ups of the two.

One player adds 'amplification' to Ellie, and Roland adds 'no hindrance' to her.

Elle looked at Bettel quietly, with a slight nostalgia in her eyes, and then showed a resolute look, and read aloud: "Lord Moli City's Bettel clan, his temperament is cold, the ground is cold and cold, he used to be high and low, and he once served in the ...... of the chrysanthemum."

Gouri is the big guy who wants to make a move on Ellie.

Ellie's rather beautiful female voice resounded throughout the city under the effect of amplification.

Because of the relationship of 'unhindered communication', everyone can understand these classical Chinese, and when they listen to it, everyone's eyes are a little wandering, and they dare not look at Bettel.

Because he scolded too harshly, without a dirty word, under the effect of 'unhindered communication', what the people in the city heard was that Elle used an authentic ancient aristocratic tone to tell the story of Belle's burning, killing and plundering, and flattering the big man Gaoli with himself, and his filth was completely beyond the imagination of the citizens, and more importantly, Elle also said that he colluded with Gaoli and was suspected of carrying out demon sacrifices and turning the neighborhood into a demonic paradise.

"Just ask who is in the world today!"

However, what the NPCs heard was: God, is this Mori City still our human land? Or is it the promised land you are looking at?

Both the soldiers and the citizens were moved when they heard this beautiful and sad and indignant inscription against the enemy.

The morale of the soldiers, in particular, has visibly dropped significantly.

Never before had Bethel dared to scold him so viciously, or even frame him.

He trembled with anger, his face turned pale, and finally shouted: "Shoot arrows, shoot me arrows, shoot them." ”

A rain of arrows was thrown high from the city walls, and then landed in front of the black-robed phalanx.

Players have already estimated the range of the enemy's bow and arrow, so they will not foolishly enter the enemy's attack range.

After reading "Asking for Bettel" with an angry momentum, Ellie felt a pang of relief all over her body, and then the players who were fiddling with the improvised trebuchet began to act again.

Bettel gritted his teeth and roared, "Move our trebuchets to the city walls as well." ”

"That will take time, Lord."

Trebuchets are generally quite large, and it takes time to disassemble and assemble.

"Damn...... Those black robes must have been all sons of gold. "Betel is also a professional, a keen swordsman, and his eyesight is much better than the average person.

"Their trebuchets are very poor, and if they are used a few more times, they will all be scrapped." Bettel punched the wallpile and yelled, "Just wait until their trebuchets are all broken, and it's time for us to fight back." ”

Bettel let out a long sigh of relief, thinking that his odds were still good, and he calmed down.

The inscription just now had a great impact on him, and for the nobles, this kind of linguistic lethality was sometimes far more terrifying than the sword.

Because it will directly harm the glory of a family.

He took deep breaths again and again, and was about to calm down completely, but at this moment, someone next to him suddenly shouted: "My God, there is a castle, the city lord, the castle is on fire, it is on fire!" ”

Betel turned around to see the castle in the distance shrouded in a puff of black smoke, and the 'fire dragon' could be vaguely seen looming in the black smoke.

Half a second later, in Bettel's head, a 'string' called sanity,

It's broken!