It's a war.

Sir Maryland, of course, knew that it was a war, and he knew it from the beginning, but he could not yet understand what Gawain meant by this—was there anything special about war?

Isn't it war for the nobles to make declarations, to submit letters, official documents, and war letters according to etiquette, to gather knights and levies, to agree on a time and place, to set up formations, to charge, to fight, to take prisoners, to exchange benefits—to decide everything by glorious duels and oaths when necessary?

The sword of the Pioneer, as legendary as the Founding Duke, slashed at his knight's sword once again, the burning flames on the blade almost breathless, the burning black blade reminiscent of the dark and corrupted wasteland of Gondor, and the flames on the blade were like the lights that illuminated the wasteland seven hundred years ago—but at this moment, Sir Maryland did not have the energy to think about it.

It is said that the founding hero's strength has decreased after his resurrection and he is in a period of temporary weakness.

It is said that the longsword has completely lost its magic after seven hundred years of slumber, and is now just an extraordinarily strong ordinary blade made of legendary materials.

It is said that Gawain who came back from the dead?? Duke Cecil almost never left his domain, because he had not yet healed from the dark wounds he had sustained seven hundred years ago, and he was still unable to set foot on the battlefield.

Bullshit.

The power of that black long sword is incredibly powerful, and every slash or stab it has is just right, Gawain?? Cecil's moves are hardly gorgeous, even as simple and simple as the most ordinary battle soldiers, except for some basic knightly skills, the founding grand duke has hardly used any so-called "legendary forbidden arts", but such a simple and simple way of fighting has made Sir Maryland break out in a cold sweat.

Unlike the aristocratic knights who have undergone rigorous training and rigid dogma, Gawain?? All of Cecil's combat experience comes from the battlefield, from the battle with the aberration, the aberrant has no knightly etiquette, no subtle trick variations, nothing that can be called a routine, and the fight with those inhuman things can often be reduced to the most basic sentence: hit the enemy before he hits him, and ensure that the attack is so strong that the opponent cannot launch a second attack.

This pure "fight" made Jazz very uncomfortable.

He had experienced battles, fought against all kinds of powerful enemies, and it was not the first time that he had challenged a powerful enemy who outnumbered him in a noble war, and as a young man he even exterminated the largest Knights in exile on the Whitsunday with only eight family knights - all of them were cruel and ruthless oath-breaking mercenaries and oath-breaking knights.

But obviously, none of this can be compared to the magic tide of 700 years ago.

If a general from the eastern frontier was here, he might be able to do better than him......

Gawain found himself almost completely fused and absorbed from Gawain?? Cecil's experience, his control over this body, although not yet at its peak, is not much worse.

It took him more than a year to finally return to the legend, maybe only a beginner, but defeating the high-ranking knight in front of him was not a problem.

It's just that when facing this high-ranking knight named Maryland, he can't help but think of another enemy he faced last year:

The fallen druid of the Society of the End of All Things, named Bud?? Wendell's man, the former Typhon Wolf General.

Although Bard?? Wendell was eventually defeated by Gawain due to the disparity in absolute strength, but his swordsmanship, which came entirely from the battlefield and could only be honed by battle, still left a deep impression on the latter. Wendell, but alas, combat experience and awareness are clearly not on the same level.

It's no wonder, after all, one is the strongest "wolf general" in the Typhon Empire in a hundred years, and the other is just the commander of Ansu Town's defense of the domestic fortress, and this high-ranking knight named Maryland has done a good job.

A layer of fog gradually filled the surface of the river, and the battle between the two extraordinary powerhouses heated up the nearby water body and turned it into a thick fog, and due to Gawain's deliberate control, all the combat impact was confined to the safe distance of the two warships, and even this thick fog did not spread out.

In a brief moment, Sir Maryland and his rival, the Founding Archduke, staggered by, a huge force pressed on his sword-wielding hand, causing his knight's sword to almost come out of his hand, and when he regained his balance, he found that Gawain had lost his figure in front of him.

The next moment, he noticed that the fog around him suddenly froze, and the fog that should have been formless and substantiated had been dominated by the power of the legendary duke, and it was like steel "cast" into a huge cage, the armor on his body cracked inch by inch under the weight of this steel mist, and the knight's sword in his hand gradually twisted under the weight.

He struggled for a moment, then came to a standstill, the black Pioneer Sword pressed against his shoulder, the blade no longer blazing with flames, but a suffocating oppressive force.

The fog dissipated, and with it the oppressive force that seemed to be cast in steel, and Sir Maryland looked up to see the two devastating arcane torrents slowly sweeping across the sky—at the end of the arcane torrents, the shields of the Rock Fortress were turning into scattered particles of light with a roar and screech, and the arcane torrents pierced through the defunct shields, cutting a terrifying crack in the black, century-old wall.

On high ground No. 2, Knight Philip witnessed the collapse of the magic barrier of the Rock Fortress, and without hesitation, he gave the order to open fire: "The target shield is gone, all artillery begins to fire!" ”

The powerful single-shot "Justice-I" and the fierce-powered "Persuasion-I" accelerometer let out a deafening explosion at the same time, and hundreds of pale cyan bullet marks once again pierced the sky, and after crossing the wide battlefield plain, they bombarded the walls of the black fortress heavily.

This time, all the "heavenly fires" of the Cecil people were finally fully activated.

For the first time, the rocky city wall with huge stones and metal casting gaps directly faced the power of the heavenly fire, and the wall bricks that were originally considered impregnable were torn apart in an instant, bursting with broken stones and a scorching metal solution, and the few soldiers who were still holding on to the city wall began to evacuate after the shield collapsed, but there were still some soldiers who did not have time to evacuate were shaken off the city wall, or were directly hit by artillery fire and shnrapnel from the rubble and were killed on the spot, the expected defensive counterattack force, The moment the shield collapsed, it was gone.

The knights, officers, and southern nobles who remained in the city were in chaos, even if there were still officers struggling to maintain order and the fortress was broken, they could not turn the tide, and what was even more terrifying was that those two terrifying beams of energy reappeared after a short silence of less than ten minutes.

They swept across the sky, their low hum turning into something more terrifying to the southern nobles than the screams of the falling fire, and the beams of light no longer cut through the walls for long, but continued to destroy the mage's towers, arrow towers, watchtowers, and the upper areas of the castle in and on the walls.

All high-rise facilities that could be used as a guard base are being swept one by one.

Mali?? Viscount Oran and Viscount Consco ran up the outer stairs of the castle, desperately trying to escape from this earthly purgatory.

The sound of explosions and the cries of men came from all directions, and the sky was constantly heard with the screams of falling heavenly fire and the humming of beams sweeping across the sky, and at this moment they were reminded again of the terrifying memories of the gravel ridge, and the even more terrible and desperate desert escape that had been, and they had no regard for any nobleman's decency and the most basic etiquette—all their retinue had been left behind, all their dignity could be abandoned, and they had changed into the clothes of the castle handymen and grooms, Swept away all the gold, silver, and gems in sight before fleeing the room, and ran non-stop up the staircase that seemed to have no end in sight.

Another gut-aching hum came from high in the sky, and the stocky Mali?? Viscount Oran looked back in horror and saw a blinding white beam of light slowly sweeping over the towers of the upper part of the castle, where the stone towers were annihilated in a series of explosions, and the rest were reduced to a rain of falling stones, and a little farther away, the original roof of the castle, which was also swept away by the beam.

Although it is not known why the Cecil people never bombarded the castle area with skyfire, but only strafed the upper floors of the castle with a beam, but Mali?? Viscount Oran and Viscount Conscoe did not dare to think about this at this time, they were shocked by the terrifying power of the beam, and their only thought was to quickly turn around and continue to flee towards the north.

They ran over the stairs, through a path, through the already chaotic inner city, and gradually approached the northern gate of the Rock Fortress, where the Cecil's offensive became a little weaker, for the straight beams of light could not sweep the lower northern city after passing over the high walls, and the Cecil's heavenly fire never bombarded the area, but the two viscounts did not dare to stop at all.

They continued to run forward, gasping violently as they ran, the gold, silver and gems they were carrying in their arms were now extremely heavy, and these things that should have given them hope were now consuming their strength exponentially with each step, but the northern walls of the fortress were already close at hand.

A pungent breath rushed into Viscount Consco's nostrils, and he couldn't help but glance around quickly as he ran, and in his sight, thick smoke and flames were rising from several nearby military installations.

This is a fire that came out of nowhere...... Someone set fire to the city...... Fortresses, already chaotic and on the verge of collapse, will fall into the abyss after these fires have been ignited.

But it had nothing to do with him anymore.

"I ...... I couldn't run...... "Mali, who is already not in good health?? Viscount Oran said intermittently beside him, his breath becoming more and more chaotic, "You...... You wait a little bit for me......"

Viscount Consco's look back at Mali?? Viscount Oran glanced at him, but he barely paused, or even spoke.

If you say more words now, you are wasting your physical strength to save your life.

The fire in the city was getting stronger and stronger, and the black pillars of smoke were rising from more places, as if hundreds of people were setting fires everywhere in the inner city, and the smoke and dust were pouring in from all directions, irritating the already sensitive trachea of Viscount Consco, but he still held on in the thick smoke, because the city wall was only a few hundred meters away from him.

It's only two hundred meters.

There are only a hundred meters left.

Life is close at hand, the way out of hell is there, at this moment, even next to Mali?? Viscount Oran all picked himself up and picked up speed to keep up with Viscount Consco.

In the smoke and dust, Viscount Conscoy vaguely saw as if some figures were standing in front, standing on the road leading to the north gate.

When he got closer, he finally saw the face of the figure clearly, it was Penny Ropeney?? Ms. Gülen.

The lady stood there with a slight smile on her face, looking gracefully at the two viscounts, dressed as grooms and handymen.

A blonde male elf who had never been seen before stood beside her, and not far behind the two of them, dozens of heavily armed warriors stood.

"The gods are above!" Viscount Conscoe was taken aback, due to the influence of smoke and dust and his own chaotic thoughts, he didn't pay much attention to the soldiers not far behind Penny for a while, but exclaimed, "Baroness Gülen, it turns out that you have already ......"

"Viscount Consco, and Viscount Oran, Gui'an," Penny leaned slightly, smiling, and her tone was gentle, and her words clearly reached the ears of the two viscounts, "What do you think of the fire today?" ”

Viscount Consco's expression seemed to stiffen for a moment, and his tone trembled a little: "What you said was ......"

Penny ignored him, and just continued to whisper, "Like the one eleven years ago?" ”

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