On the shield formed by the fighting power of many high-ranking guards around General Posado, clusters of light of various colors lit up one after another. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info These clusters of light are formed by the impact of the Shaping Energy spells emitted by the Night Mages on the shield, and each impact will weaken the strength of the Douqi shield.

Occasionally, an ineffective guard would be knocked away, and someone around would fill the void immediately. Although the guards did their best to maintain the integrity of the shield, the final defeat was inevitable and only a matter of time.

Duke Baria, who had just thought he was dead, felt refreshed at this time, and the guards standing beside the Duke also let out a long breath, knowing that the Grim Reaper had gradually moved away from him and passed towards the enemy camp.

Mountains and rivers take turns. After experiencing this frightening for half an hour, the Duke of Baria has now regained his previous demeanor and aura. He looked at Posador steadfastly, like a butcher looking at a lamb hanging from a tree.

"I really didn't expect that I would be defeated by you in such a way." Posado smiled wistfully, his face constantly flashing with light and shadow from the explosion. Under the transmission of his own fighting power, although he was far away from the Duke of Baria, this voice was transmitted to the other party's ears very clearly.

But he was unwilling, and said hatefully: "Even if you win this war, the aristocratic system of the Principality of Finnier will also face a new reshuffle. Blatantly violating the Ban of the Half-Moon Alliance, colluding with the Night Race, is enough to get you hanged with that old thing Effie. ”

"Collusion with the Night Race?" Duke Barria's expression seemed to be surprised, "You can't talk nonsense about this kind of thing. General, for the mere act of slandering the high nobles, I can execute you on behalf of the Grand Duke of Efe. The eyes of the people of Ontario could not have been brighter, and they only saw that I had led the army to eliminate you who had colluded with the Night Races, and drove all the Night Races out of Ontario. ”

General Posado's face was grim and vicious. He knew that Duke Barria's words were true, that history has always been written for the victors, and that these rewritten histories would in turn influence public opinion and make everything go the way those in power wanted. As for those who are not willing to be brainwashed by the ideas indoctrinated by those in power, in the end there is only a dead end.

With the means and position of the Duke of Baria, it is not difficult to distort what happened in the city of Leh. It is even conceivable that in order to unify the voice of the principality and transfer all the faults to his side, Barria is likely to use some "special means".

"Boom, boom!"

With a very crisp cracking sound, the shield around General Posado, which had been condensed by the condensation of the fighting qi of dozens of guards, disintegrated like an eggshell. Most of the guards vomited blood, while the rest tried to draw their swords against the tidal wave of creatures of the night.

But after all, due to the exhaustion of fighting spirit, the guards no longer had enough strength to resist the enemy's attack, and they were soon completely overwhelmed.

"Whew!"

In such a chaotic situation, an unusually ferocious roar suddenly sounded. If the lightning released by the Thunder God Bird just now was enough to burst everyone's eardrums, then the roar now was enough to shake the hearts of all the creatures present.

At the same time, a column of very bright blue light lit up from the sky, stimulating the eyes of all the creatures present. The blue light seemed to have life, and it floated down to the ground in clusters, spreading in all directions.

This is a vision from Piger's psychic beacon, the Heart of Glory. The energy contained in the "Psychic Beacon", which can be used as an identifier, can show the status and power of its owner. Kyle used Piger's name in his dealings with the Night Races in various places, so all the Night Races regarded Piger as a noble being, and they naturally felt extremely awe when they saw the Heart of Glory.

Armed with a sword, Posador was about to put up a final desperate resistance with the last guards around him, when he suddenly found that the Night Race, who were already close to them, suddenly retreated.

In this case, Posados thought that things had taken another turn, but in a stunned moment, many thorns suddenly and silently burst out of the ground, and quickly wrapped their arms and legs around them.

It was only then that Duke Barria finally waved his hand at the guards around him. One hundred and ten guards took back the little fighting energy that had been consumed, and slowly walked up to Bossado.

"General, I'm sorry that the god of fate didn't take care of you this time." Old Duke Baria looked at the Duchy Marquis in front of him, whose hands and feet were firmly bound by vines, and showed a very sympathetic expression, "Think about the fact that in the morning we were still advising the Grand Duke of Efe, but in the evening it became the scene in front of us. As sympathetic as I am to you, General, you have to pay for the things you have worked so. ”

Posador just stared at the other and didn't say a word.

Duke Baria looked at the mutilated corpses around him, then at the dark sky, and wondered what to do with them.

"Are you going to put them in the dungeon of the security office?" Davidson asked in a low voice, "It's safe there, and we can wait for the Grand Duke of Efe to come and interrogate him carefully." ”

Duke Baria didn't speak, for a long time, sighed softly, waved his hand to the guards beside him, and said, "Kill them all." ”

Several guards answered, drew their long swords, and quickly ended their lives under the stunned eyes of the last warriors of the Posador and the War Bear Cavalry Regiment.

Duke Baria did not look back at the scene. Originally, killing his own enemy should be a very painful thing, but at this time, there were too many things in the old duke's heart that were stirred up, as if there was a shadow covering it, which made him very unhappy.

This victory can be described as complete luck. If it weren't for the Night Race who was willing to make a deal with him at the last moment, I'm afraid he would be the one who would be killed in public now.

The old duke has always believed in one thing, that is, the total amount of luck in this life will not change, and once it is used, it will be less than once. This time he saved his life by luck, and next time he encounters something similar again, I'm afraid he won't be so lucky, so some things must be prepared for a rainy day and decided immediately.

In addition to these long-term plans, the mess in front of him is really not easy to clean up. It's easy to ask the gods, but it's hard to send the gods, and the old duke feels frightened and has a big head in the face of these dark creatures next to him who are busy eating corpses.

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