Clonde looked at Raymond cautiously, pursed his lips, and then honestly handed over the torch in his left hand.

The flames swayed in mid-air as the torch passed. Raymond took the light source from Crowne's hand to banish the darkness, motioned for Crowne and Randy to get out of the way, and walked past Crowne and Randy with the torch in his hand.

The wounded young swordsman, holding a torch in his right hand and a sword in his left, turned his back to the civilians behind him with a poker-like expression and came to the gate of the inner city wall, only a few steps away from the range of several archers on the tower.

Freire stood with one hand in his hands, and several of the nobleman's private soldiers around the half-elf poet pulled arrows out of their quivers one by one and placed them on the strings, pulling the bowstrings open and aiming them at Raymond beneath the tower.

When the archers on the castle tower aimed at Raymond, the people gathered below the castle tower also looked at the future sword master in amazement. Although they had heard that Raymond was the squire of the Baron of Torrenster, these people did not understand a question for a while, that is, why did Baron Torrenster's squire choose to come to this place alone at this time?

Moreover, he just asked, "You also came to settle accounts with that beast?" ”

This...... And what does that mean?

Confusion lingered in the minds of civilians.

However, it didn't take long for this confusion in their hearts to be answered in a way that surprised all of them.

"Ground untouchables below, stop!" Under Freil's reminder, the soldier who had shouted to the crowd from the castle tower not long ago suddenly came back to his senses, and immediately raised his voice and sent a second warning to the city for Raymond's behavior.

With his feet stopped, Raymond stood two or three steps away from the range of his bow and arrows, raised his head, and looked up the tower in the direction of the voice.

I don't know if it's a coincidence in the line of sight or something else, although the two sides are separated by a spatial distance that is not close, but the gaze of the soldier on the city tower still met Raymond's eyes for the first time.

Immediately, as if he saw a pair of fiery swords in the eyes of the young swordsman, the second half of the words that the soldier had not yet shouted in his throat shrank back as he gasped. He was speechless, and his hands holding the battlements trembled unconsciously.

In the next second, Raymond saw that he was speechless, so he didn't plan to delay any longer, and then threw the torch in his right hand into the air.

Under the black night, the crimson fireworks then rose into the sky like a hot rose, and this bright thing was as eye-catching as a small sun, making everyone's eyes unconsciously move their eyes to the sky for a moment.

A moment later, the anger in Raymond's eyes suddenly turned into a cold killing intent. The future Juggernaut lowered his right hand, which had thrown the torch up, so that the five fingers of his right hand immediately placed the hilt of the curved sword, clenched it, and then exerted force.

"Whew-"

The sound of the blade unsheathed was fleeting, and the curved sword followed Raymond's arm forward in a crescent-shaped arc. The arc of the sword was a bloody red, like something made of a magical halo flying out in the direction of Raymond's double vision, and then the flames in the air were divided into two.

The rose-like flame burst open, and the wooden handle that held the flame fell from mid-air, and the hot sparks gathered together, igniting the scarlet arc with a "boom".

The crescent-shaped arc was draped in a fiery flaming trench coat, and the wind whistled like a terrifying meteor blasting straight towards the high walls of the inner city wall.

The temperature of the air suddenly rose rapidly in a terrifying way. When this blazing "meteor" approached, the defenders on the city tower stared at the scene in front of them with wide eyes, and several aristocratic private soldiers who reacted quickly hurriedly threw away their weapons and swooped out to the side. The dozen or so Nightspawn killers brought by Freyr were naturally all taken aback, and then immediately dodged in the direction they had chosen in a hurry.

A shocking roar immediately produced a spark-like explosion in the next moment. Visible to the naked eye, looking up from the bottom of the castle tower to the top of the castle tower, the wall tiles of an area directly above the city gate were not long after being burned red by the flames ignited by the explosion, and the hesitant crowd that had gathered under the castle not long ago suddenly opened their mouths and opened their eyes wide, as if they had witnessed some remarkable picture with their own eyes.

Including the excited little militant before, a young man named Randy, who was also in shock with his uncle Kronde at this moment, and lost his voice.

The crackling of the burning walls lasted for about a second, and the eerie silence was then broken by the sound of a crowd of people. Raymond looked forward with his back to the crowd, and immediately heard the frightened shouts of those behind him, such as, "What is he doing?!" ”

"He just started to attack the city?!"

"Is he crazy?!"

At the same time-

"Rebellion! They rebelled! ”

Above the castle tower, the same chaos was created by Raymond's unexpected blow. The noble private soldiers defending the city hurriedly brought buckets of water from all sides to extinguish the fire, and several corpses lying in the corridors of the city wall that were scorched by the flames were quickly carried away, and the archers recovered from their brief panic and looked back at the bows and crossbows with arrows poking out of the battlements and aiming under the city. Freire and the dozen or so Nightborn Killers he brought with him have vanished from where they were seconds ago, and the former have disappeared for a moment, while the Killers prepare to carry out the bloody mission given to them by Baron Singler - to kill all the rebels who dare to rebel against his brutal rule.

A dozen or so Nightsborn killers, clad in black robes, descended from the walls and ropes directly below the city walls. The Assassins of these professions had a bloody glare looming from under the hood that covered the upper half of their faces, and Raymond looked at the group of enemies he had fought in the Brotherhood Tavern not long ago, and his heart did not feel much emotion or fluctuation, but only thought about killing everyone on the other side as quickly as possible.

Then, after clearing the obstacles in front of him, he plans to enter Baron Singler's castle and take back Tina, the half-fairy girl who was taken from him by the old vampire.

As soon as he thought of this, Raymond tightened his grip on the curved sword in his hand a little tighter. The blood-slashing move he had just learned and mastered in the Tavern battle, and although this ability linked to blood and most likely his own talent made him somewhat instinctively question and reject, his understanding beyond that of most of his peers made him develop a very strange proficiency in it after only using it twice.

As if he was born with it, he knew how to gather his own blood to his designated location, and then seep out of his veins in the form of payment, so as to attach to the sword in his hand, shape it into a sharp blade, and then use the arc of the slash to cut out.

Suddenly, just as he was about to use his newly awakened new ability to overcome all odds and move forward, the young swordsman felt a strong feeling of vertigo rush over his brain, and his vision became blurred in an instant.

"Oops!" He screamed in his heart, realizing that he had paid too much blood in the sword swing of the siege blow he had just struck.

As a result, the severe anemia symptoms suddenly seemed to hollow out his body, forcing his knees to weaken, and the whole person instantly lowered his head and half-knelt. Although the Nightspawn Killers who used the hook to descend to the city did not know what happened to Raymond, their instinct to kill made them unwilling to miss this good opportunity, and they immediately took out short daggers from under their black robes, and more than a dozen of them rushed towards Raymond's place together.

The civilians gathered under the city to witness all this suddenly involuntarily sweated for Raymond.

But at this moment, even Raymond himself was about to fall into despair, a loud trumpet sounded like an eagle piercing the night sky, and it came from the opposite side of the Baron's Castle, Raymond and the direction behind the crowd.

Including the dozen or so Nightborn killers in black robes with red eyes, everyone present invariably fell into a momentary stupor. After a blink of an eye, Raymond looked back in surprise to see an army on the other side of the street walking into his field of vision from the end of the night.

The size of the army was estimated to be in the hundreds, and many of its soldiers did not actually possess even decent leather armor, but only a few clothed men armed with spears, forks, clubs, axes, inferior iron swords, and wooden shields, as if they had been improvised militia. The militia-like light infantry advanced forward in an orderly manner under the leadership of several commanders on horseback, and Raymond's gaze swept over the faces of the army commanders in turn, and he was surprised to find that those commanders were actually people he knew.

For example, Arno Altaïr, who came from the upper echelons of the Brotherhood, Uncle Scott, the owner of the Brotherhood Tavern, and Ferrandon, a red-haired girl of blood.

and-

"Arroyo?!" The future Juggernaut looked in disbelief at the leader of that army who rode in front of all the soldiers.

If his eyes had not deceived him, Raymond could have confirmed that the supreme leader of the army seemed to be Arroyo, the young thief he knew, much more cautious and steady than he was, but at the same time a much more timid personality than he was.

However, even if he really didn't expect Arroyo to come, Arroyo was sitting on horseback with his legs wide open at this moment, leading the army behind him step by step.

The young thief on horseback looked over the head of the crowd and cast his gaze on Raymond. He glanced at Raymond from a distance, then turned his gaze to the crowd gathered beneath the city.

And then--

"I am the heir of House Dourien, the Lord of the Violet Kingdom, and the Lord of Torrenster from the northern realms of the kingdom!" Holding the family crest in his hand high like a torch, he grasped the family crest of the Durien family with one hand, and grasped the reins of the war horse with the other, and shouted in front of the crowd, "Tonight, Baron Singler will pay the due price for his tyranny!" For the sake of justice and justice, the lords of Boenigs, I now command you, in the name of Baron Torrenster—to follow me! ”

As soon as the words fell, he let go of his right hand holding the reins, pulled out a sword hanging from his waist, raised his arms high, and swung the sword in his hand so forcefully that the blade pointed straight ahead, causing the soldiers in the army to burst into a thunderous battle cry.

The morale of the Boenguez militia, who seemed to have been conscripted by Arroyo, was extremely high for a while. The roar of the militia carried quickly to the top of the castle tower with a cool breeze blowing through the night sky, and the blind half-elf poet Frell couldn't help but turn his face sideways and look in the direction from which the sound came for a moment as he passed behind an archer with his guide staff.

Naturally, his blind eyes prevented him from seeing anything, but even so, the silent smile on Freel's face seemed to make it seem as if he had seen through something.

He thought to himself, "As I can see, fate is indeed moving on that track. ”

At the same time, he also knew that the reason why these civilians of Boniguez had not dared to act rashly before this was only because the wolves were leaderless, and everyone lacked a brave heart in their chests. However, Arroyo, who appeared as a leader, gave the group courage, and when a nobleman was willing to step forward and take responsibility for these people, the situation changed completely differently.

So, after that, the blind half-elf poet no longer cared about the battle that was about to break out around him, so he quickly left the place, and instead left the noble private soldiers who were still on the castle tower to defend the city, and quietly went to the city gate control room inside the castle tower alone.

Two minutes later, the control room inside the inner city wall.

The movement outside soon became intense, and the shouts and roars between people, the clashing of swords and metal, and even the roar of siege equipment were intertwined for a moment, leaving no doubt that the siege of the city, led by the so-called Baron Torrenster, led by the civilians of Boenigs, against Baron Singlelle, had begun.

Since the other soldiers on duty were about to rush to the head of the city to assist the defenders on the city wall to defend the city, there was only one noble private soldier left in the control room of the city gate at this time.

The lone aristocratic private soldier sat restlessly at the pole that controlled the gates of the inner city walls. Suddenly, his ears pricked up, and he heard footsteps coming down the stairs leading from the city, and he stood up alertly, and turned his head with the sword at his waist in his right hand.

"Lord Freir?" The aristocratic private, who was still in the control room, turned his head and saw the blind half-elf poet, and then met him with a confused face.

He wondered for a while: How did this favorite of Baron Singler's side take this time to come here?

Freire raised his left hand and leaned against the wall to the noble private soldier, opened his unfocused eyes and looked directly at the noble private soldier in front of him, and ordered in a charming voice: "Look into my eyes." ”

"Huh?" Hearing Frerell's request, the noble private soldier guarding the control pole of the city gate was immediately stunned, "What are you talking about, Lord Frere?" You...... Hmmm......"

However, the next moment, the hapless soldier's eyes flickered, and he suddenly felt an irresistible force rob him of his will, leaving his body in place like a puppet's shell.

He didn't know what Frell had just done to him, but at the last second when he was about to fall asleep, he realized that he might have been hypnotized by the half-elven poet in front of him.

Then, in front of Frere, the aristocratic private soldier fell limped on the stone brick floor of the control room. After seeing that the soldier in front of him had lost resistance, Frell smiled slightly, and then continued to hold on to the wall beside him with his hand, and used the guide stick in his right hand to walk slowly around the room, gradually finding the lever located in the control room...... (To be continued.) )