By the time Prince Aidan and his party finally reached Brewell, Rakdanan had already led his elite paladins into the city walls. As a small city, Brewell did not have tall walls, only low stone walls of more than three meters. This height did not stop the brave paladins at all, and they followed Rakdanan, each holding a large shield, and his own pious faith was infused into the shield in his hand. The glowing shield ricocheted all the arrows and javelins that came in, allowing the paladins to reach the walls with almost no casualties.

"Everyone, charge!" Rakdanan saw that on the city wall, the soldiers of Westmar were assembled in an orderly manner, holding spears and slowly approaching them, knowing that they must break through as soon as there was still space, otherwise they would only be poked into a sieve, so he immediately ordered.

For a moment, all the paladins were filled with majestic light power, and they raised their shields in unison, and rushed towards the surrounding Westmar soldiers with unstoppable momentum, like an ancient beast charging, knocking all the soldiers in front of them on their backs. Although the paladins dismounted because they were about to attack the city, the paladins who were not on the horses were not infantry, and they could also carry out a powerful knightly charge and crush all the enemies in front of them.

Brewell's commander Reyes frowned when he saw this, he didn't expect these paladins to be so difficult. However, Reyes was not too worried, as he immediately sent 100 shield warriors to surround the paladins. Although the paladin's charge could knock down the soldiers in the front row, these shield warriors stood on top of each other, and even the most brave paladins could not break through their blockade.

"It's too bad," Rakdanan saw this scene, and his heart was half cold, "There are too many enemies, and we only have more than 20 people, there is no way, we must break through!" ”

"Everybody is coming to me! Get ready to break out! Rakdanan ordered.

The paladins held their shields and slowly retreated towards the head of the knights, and bows and crossbows were constantly being shot at them, and some of the paladins were already seriously injured and unable to move, and could only rely on the help of their companions, which made the already understaffed knights even more stretched.

Seeing that the paladins had shrunk their defensive lines, Brewell's commander immediately ordered to stop firing arrows and let the shield warriors quickly approach and engage in hand-to-hand combat, leaving no room for the paladins to charge. Enemies several times larger than the paladins roared and rushed forward, frantically attacking the besieged paladins with their short swords and shields. In the close-quarters with the greatest casualties, the paladins had no advantage over ordinary infantry, and could only fight with their large shields and swords, and soon, the knights suffered a large number of casualties, which made Rakdanan fall into despair - they could not break through, and the enemy commander was too experienced to leave them with a chance!

Gradually, the fierce battle was gradually coming to an end, and only 5 paladins were still standing, including Rakdanan himself. And they were exhausted, scarred, and powerless to resist.

"Is it going to end here? Can you see our loyalty, my king? Rakdanan looked sadly at the dark clouds in the sky and gave up his senseless resistance. Just as the blades were about to pierce these last paladins, a spell sounded not far away, and all of a sudden, all of Westmar's soldiers were petrified and unable to move—Aidan had arrived, but it was too late, and the Knights had almost lost all their casualties!

Aidan burst into battle with his men, immediately saddled the exhausted paladins on their backs, and then quickly retreated, and Nolan unleashed a wall of fire after everyone had retreated, blocking the pursuit of the soldiers who had recovered from petrification.

"No need to chase," ordered Westmar's commander, "there is no threat to the Canduras, they will not come again." With that, he turned and walked away.

"Thank you for your help, Your Highness." Rakdanan said weakly grateful.

"No need to be polite, Your Excellency, what the hell is going on? How could my father order you to siege the city? Didn't the Westmars invade? Aidan was puzzled.

Rakdanan smiled wryly and told him what had happened to Tristram after Aidan left. Aidan was shocked when he heard this, he didn't believe that the brave warrior Liszt was actually an assassin, and he couldn't accept that a strong man who had defeated him would inexplicably die at the hands of the archbishop.

"Rakdanan, I feel very wrong, my father is not usually like this, he is a gentle man, although he is also very majestic, but he is not stubborn and irritable, he is stubborn and self-serving, there must be something wrong with this! We have to hurry back and see what the hell is going on! Aidan felt that there must be something wrong with the archbishop, and his words were full of flaws and loopholes in the eyes of his own warrior.

"I think so too, Your Highness the Prince." Rakdanan also felt that something was wrong, that everything had happened too suddenly.

After almost everyone who truly cared for and loved King Leorik left, no one could stop Lazarus from corrupting Leorric. Dark, and horrific in darkness and terror, Leorik became insane and bloodthirsty, and he captured all those who opposed him and sentenced them to death. The inhabitants of Tristram were terrified, and secretly referred to King Leorik as the "Black Mad King".

In order to further break Leorek's strong will, Lazarus also kidnapped his youngest son Eberlecht and blamed Leoreic's queen, Asira, claiming that the queen wanted to escape to Westmar with the little prince and had already hidden the little prince. The mad Leorik became so denied his relatives that he ordered his queen to be executed and all of his retinue slaughtered. Gradually, Tristram exuded a thick fear, everyone was in danger, and those who wanted to escape were killed as soon as they were discovered, and the people's fear reached its peak, which greatly nourished the Lord of Fear, Diablo, under the Cathedral of Light, and allowed him to quickly recover his power.

"You're doing a good job, although Leoric's worm is too strong-willed for me to possess him, but this little prince can be considered okay, and it can make me consume less power in the world." "Little Prince Eberlecht," laughed evilly.

"My master, I know that in fact, the quality of the eldest prince should be better, and when he comes back, I will lure him over and become your nourishment!" Lazarus said flatteringly.

"Then do it, my slave, for this is my reward for you." The soul of the once little prince is gone, replaced by the evil Lord of Fear. Diablo waved his hand and shot a shadow at the prostrate Lazarus, and the evil force completely transformed Lazarus's body, giving birth to horns and barbs that looked like a demon.

"Hide this power, my slave, your plot still needs to be carried out in secret, and when I take control of the Great Prince, we can kill everyone on the earth." Diablo looked at Lazarus and said with satisfaction.

"Yes, my master." Lazarus changed for a moment, and then returned to his original solemn and majestic appearance, as if the evil demon from before was just a phantom.

In Rog's camp, the prepared blood crow also set off, and the uneasiness in her heart became stronger, and she had to go and see what happened to Tristram.