On the night of September 5, 1440, Van Trober broke into the council hall and spoke out about Norman's harm.

All the sages were young and frivolous, and they didn't care. However, Van Zhuo Bo's tongue fought against the Confucians, and one person was undefeated against dozens of people, and everyone looked sideways. The crowd was entangled for a long time, unable to argue with Van Chober. One man was furious, drew his sword, and rose up......

And then he was beaten by Bismarco until he couldn't even recognize him.

can mix in the aristocratic circle, and more or less have a few friends. Seeing that a friend was beaten up in broad daylight, how could he stand by and take action......

And then he was beaten by Bismarco until he couldn't even recognize him.

Several people were beaten together, and the other nobles felt more or less disgraced. And at this stage, verbal condemnation is clearly useless. Except for a few old factions, the other nobles rolled up their sleeves one after another, calling friends, and preparing to beat Xinlos for a beating.

And then he was beaten by Bismarco until he couldn't even recognize him.

The three-color anger continued to flow, and although the appearance of the magic sword was poor, its sharpness was far greater than that of ordinary long swords. Relying on his unparalleled martial arts and magic sword, Bismarcko was able to defeat dozens of people with ease.

The knights under Van Chober's account have unparalleled combat power, and everyone is looking sideways. The governor and the prince persuaded again, and everyone was indignant, saying that Van Zhuobo was arrogant, but also said that he would not pursue it again. Van Chober sneered three times and waved away.

The Duke of Normandy and the son of the governor had no choice but to chase him out.

"Sinloth, is what you just said true?"

"What am I lying to you for? Some people want to die, so let them die. Anyway, I've already warned them, whether they die or not, what does it matter to me? ”

Rumble!

……

Believe it or not, Sinloth's crow's beak did become a reality - the earth-shattering explosion instantly became the best declaration of war, and after a fierce battle during the day, the Normans who had just retreated were once again flooded the city of Wren like a tide.

The thunder of the golden spear was no small few, and Wren's heavy gate made of cast iron and solid wood had been opened in a huge gap. Fortunately, the city guards reacted quickly and temporarily plugged the gap with sundries, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Even so, the city gate became the most contested place on the battlefield. Countless angry brilliance bloomed here, and quickly dimmed. Time is short, but hundreds of young souls have left this world permanently. And the wailing souls did not find rest, they screamed, and were dragged away into the distance by a mysterious force......

"They're crazy."

The Normans chose to attack the city at night, and it was not a surprise attack!

But there is no way, since the opponents are all fighting head-on, then there is no reason for the Rennes defenders not to fight.

Fierce battles broke out again.

Compared with the war during the day, the Normans during the night war were obviously more crazy, and the blood of life continued to bloom in the city, and soon withered in the noisy night. With such a big momentum from the Normans, it is natural that they can't hide it from anyone. First the Britannian garrison who were on vigil, then the entire Rennes army. In the end, even the citizens of Rennes, who had managed to survive the cruel day and fell asleep, woke up in this noise.

But the only thing the helpless citizens could do was to hide in their rooms and shiver, praying for God's protection.

[Really, weak human ......]

[Such a people are not worthy of my leadership......]

O my people...... O undead people of darkness...... Guardian of Fire......]

That's what the system hates the most, it's always ambiguous and telling Sinloth something. But when he thought about it, he didn't say anything - by now, Sinloth didn't even bother to pour his saliva on 54213.

He wouldn't say anything anyway.

The three of Sinloth stood on top of the tower, and William and Louie looked at the crazy Normans at the head of the city, speechless for a long time. Only Sinloth kept commanding Bismarcko beside him.

“…… You go back first, let everyone get ready, wait for your brother to set up the teleportation array, and then retreat depending on the situation. ”

"What about you?"

Sinloth glanced at the two frowning friends and whispered, "I'll be back soon." ”

Bismarcko owed, he jumped directly from the tower, the magic sword shook, and the undead warhorse that had not appeared for a long time reappeared in the world. The knight was furious, and he had jumped on horseback. The horse neighed, and in an instant it was far away.

"Tell me, Cynloth, you're lying to me."

"I'm sorry, I can't."

It turns out that the fist is always more powerful than the mouth. Regardless, Sinloth will always be a new aristocrat on the surface, lacking the necessary foundations. And for those who are not familiar with him, there is no way to know the strength hidden under the seemingly newly revived Desmond.

William is usually angry with Sinlos, except for Sinlos, no one dares to do this to him. And what made His Excellency the Duke endure this was not only because of the close relationship between the two.

Although Sinloth was urgent, he was not stupid enough to directly tell the arrogant nobles the news of the arrival of the Divine Council. Just tell them that he has received information from the informant, that the Normans will be desperately attacking these days, and that they are constantly planning something.

It's just that these guys who are still immersed in the glory of the past obviously haven't figured out the situation for a while and a half - although it's a pity, Xinluo is not Prime Minister Zhuge after all. He was not sure that he would be able to convince them in a short time, so he had to give up.

The more brutal the battle, the faster the Elder Circle will travel. The Normans were clearly determined to destroy the main forces of Britannia in one battle. While the kingdom of God has not yet come, if you don't run now, when will you wait?

No matter how powerful a human being is, in front of the true God, he is not much different from an ant. If you can't do anything, then saving yourself is the best policy. The life of the aristocracy was not pretty, but at least it taught Sinlos what it means to be decisive.

And compared to those aristocratic coalition armies, it is obviously the Britannian army that is still formed in the hands of Louie is more important. Although Governor Allen took away the elite when he went, most of them still left tens of thousands of troops. As long as this army remains, then Britannia will still have the capital to fight the Normans.

Things had reached this stage, and Sinloth was even ready to abandon Desmond in his heart. Because of that vast territory, the great changes that have taken place in the various provinces of the empire are unknown to anyone except the top of the empire. But Sinloth is different...... For a short time, it seemed that the empire would not be able to send a large army against the Normans.

If Desmond loses it, he loses it, and as long as the person is still there, everything has a chance to recover......

Thinking of this, Xinluos's heart was full of bitterness.

"But the Kingdom of God Has Come......"

Since there is magic, the existence of gods does not seem so unrealistic. However, the existence that is high up and completely isolated from the mortal world will really come one day, and it still makes Lu Yi wonder in his heart.

Especially since the other party is still the Sworn Enemies of the Empire, the Normans.

"I mean...... Since the other side has the support of the gods, where is our god? Every year, we have never been less than the tributes and holy relics we give to those priests! ”

Sinloth felt uncomfortable, and Louie would never be much better. As soon as he heard that Wren was about to face annihilation, and that he couldn't do anything but flee at this moment, Louie's emotions almost got out of control.

Wren is his everything, and without Wren, he has nothing.

Without Wren, his struggles over the past few years have become a complete joke. Even this last capital has been lost, what is he going to do to fight his eldest brother?

"It's for the pastor, not for God."

At this time, I am afraid that only William is left. After he stated the facts, the two who began to be troubled began to analyze. As Grand Duke of Normandy, his roots were not in Britannia. Rennes City is broken, but he doesn't have any real feelings. However, if the Britannian coalition loses too badly, it will also have a huge impact on his plans.

"My fleet can take about five thousand people."

"If you squeeze it, the Tirbitz can take three hundred people. Louie, I know you're in pain, but now it's time to make a decision. When the kingdom of God really comes, it will be too late for anything. ”

The kingdom of God has its own realm, and when the kingdom of God comes, the vast space will be partially locked. It is impossible for ordinary humans to escape.

Take a few thousand people from the sea, and then the others go out of the city to fight the Normans, maybe they can fight their way out of the city, and save a little bit of Britannia's vitality, as for the people of Rennes......

I don't care about that much anymore.

"Maybe we can inform them now that it's a ...... to be able to run out."

"When you speak, will others believe? Didn't you see what happened to Sinloth just now? Or do you want the city of Rennes to be in chaos without a fight, so that the Normans can save even the effort of the Kingdom of God? ”

Lou Yi was speechless for a moment, and Xinluo also knew his pain at this time, and it was not easy to force it anymore. The Count looked at the glowing walls in the distance and let out a long sigh.

Why, does he have to meet this kind of bad luck every time? If those two crazy women were there, plus Ray and Tirpitz, who were still in the harbor, they would have let go of their firepower and bombard the Norman navy indiscriminately - since the Normans wanted all the lives of the Rennes, then he would have let the Norman navy feed the fish!

I knew I wouldn't let them go to Desmond to pick them up...... Wait, that's it!

At some point, an extremely thick fog had begun to spread towards the harbor. And in the fog, there was a faint familiar ballad.

"They're coming!"

(To be continued.) )