In a room on the second floor, Tyran? Fording was restlessly waiting. He was the one who brought everyone here, and if the plan didn't work out, he wouldn't dare to imagine it anymore .......

"Abirton, are you sure there's no way to teleport somewhere else?" He asked, with a fluke in his mind.

"Nope!" The mage replied coldly.

"There's an old saying in Mogaure: there's no mountain that can't be climbed, only the minotaur who is too impatient!" Dezko, who had been silent, spoke suddenly, his voice low and calming, like many old and wise shamanic prophets.

Tyran looked back at him and slowly sat back in his chair.

Just then, a veteran soldier who had been observing the Crusaders' movements through the window hole on the second floor ran in, a long arrow stuck diagonally on the top of his helmet.

"Here they come, here they come." He shouted as he gasped.

"How many?" Tyran asked eagerly.

"Almost the entire legion! They came at least nine companies, because I saw nine military flags! ”

"We've finally made it!" Tyran stood up and turned to look at his advisor, "Abilton, prepare to open the portal!" ”

The mage stood up silently, walked to the middle of the room, and began to cast a spell that opened the portal. Boundless arcane brilliance shone in his hands, and a few seconds later, a light blue oval appeared in front of everyone. Through the rippling curtain of light, Tyran saw the city gates he was familiar with, and the gigantic watchtower behind them, larger than any of the watchtowers in the Hearthvale.

"Go tell everyone and get ready to evacuate!" He turned his head to look at the veteran and ordered excitedly.

The veteran, who was also excited, saluted and hurried to the first floor.

"What, preparing to evacuate?" Although he was somewhat prepared in his heart, Arton still felt a heartfelt joy when he received the order.

"Guys, follow me!" He commanded in a low voice, lest the Scarlet Crusaders outside the gate hear.

"You go up first, I'll leave them a parting memento!" Diego said with a wave of his hand at Arton.

He stepped forward and set it up in the hall. Explosive traps, viper traps, frost traps, ......, Diego has set up all the traps he can put out at the same time.

As a spatial rift that has been artificially torn apart, the spatial portal built by the mage is generally very stable, it can neither be actively dispelled, nor will it disappear immediately after the mage teleports away, but will be automatically repaired by the spatial power of the plane after a period of time. If the pursuers chase fast enough, they will still have time to see where the other party has fled through the portal, of course, no one dares to pursue through the portal, because these spatial passages often still have traps laid by the caster, enough to bury the pursuers in all kinds of strange dimensional planes.

These traps can delay for a little bit of time, enough to drag the portal away. That way, Ethanlion wouldn't have known where they had fled.

"I think you're going to need this!" Masrae ran back up the stairs and handed Diego a barrel. It was a barrel of dense powder for the dwarven cannons, and Diego could smell the pungent smell of salt mixed with sulfur from the stone. There were no dwarven cannons in the castle, so this barrel of gunpowder was saved. Diego drew his bayonet, pried the lid of the barrel open, and spilled gunpowder on the ground. Once the trap explodes, if it ignites the gunpowder, it is enough to burn the entire hall on the first floor.

After doing all this, they ran upstairs and soon came to the room where the portal was. Tyran and Dezko were standing by the portal waiting for them.

"Hurry up, we need to hurry!" Tyran urged.

But Diego waited until Guan Haifa burst in through the door and strode into the portal.

In the next second, Diego found himself standing in the shadows under the city walls, and around him, the veterans lay on the ground. This gave Diego a sense of superiority, and after a few teleportations, he was now able to guarantee that he was still standing after the teleport.

Diego looked around. They were now under the city walls three or four hundred meters from the city gates, and not far in front of them was a long ramp. This ramp leads directly to the top of the city wall, and is usually used to transport arrows and soldiers, and is the life passage for guarding the city wall, but now there is no one on the ramp, and they are all transferred.

As the veterans got up from the ground and regrouped, Tyran beckoned Arton and Diego to come to him for a brief discussion.

"According to what we saw at the castle, there should still be a company of the 'Iron Wall' legion left here, and it is best for us to pass quietly without attracting their attention." Tyran said, pointing to the watchtower behind the gate.

"It's a bit difficult, it's so brightly lit that it's hard for us to get out without getting people noticed." Arton said with a look of embarrassment.

"If it's exposed, we'll kill it directly." Diego patted the musket behind his back and whispered. He has this confidence, there are more than twenty veterans left, plus a few of them, it is not difficult to do this, not to mention, there is now a mage in the team, which makes his confidence swell to the extreme, you know, this magical profession is simply a heavy artillery on the battlefield.

"No, if we can't kill people, we will try not to kill people, the commander of the 'Iron Wall', Zelhardt, used to be my father's old subordinate, and he has always taken good care of me." Tyran said with some emotion.

"Maybe I have a good idea!" At this moment, the mage on the side suddenly interjected.

……

The night faded, but there was still silence at the gates of the city. Although the main force was transferred to the city, the company of the Iron Wall Legion that remained behind did not seem to care about the battle situation in the city at all, most of them stayed in the guard tower, and the loud snoring sound faintly coming from it could be heard, and they were still immersed in sleep.

In the opening of the gate, there was only one guard with a pole and spear, leaning his back against the wall, his head dozing little by little.

Just then, a figure in a robe appeared around the corner of the doorway. He looked at it first, and then walked out in a hurry.

With the muffled chanting of incantations, arcane power swirled through his fingers, and a few seconds later, a cloud of smoke enveloped the soldier, and when the smoke cleared, a curly-haired sheep appeared where he had stood.

Several dark figures walked out of the distant city wall and ran quickly towards the doorway.

The gates of the city were opened. The sturdy oak-clad iron gate is well maintained, and the shaft has been greased enough to make no noise. More shadows ran over and disappeared into the darkness outside the door. The door was closed again.

The sheep bleated in the doorway, and soon someone was woken up, and a sleepy-eyed soldier came out of the watchtower.

"Damn Ron, where is he lazy again?" He rubbed his eyes dissatisfied, and then saw the sheep in the doorway, "How can there be a sheep here?" ”

The food in the Fireplace Valley had been distributed for too long, and he swallowed without knowing the taste of meat for months, and then looked around.

The sheep looked at him innocently and shuddered.