One thing is certain: when Young Master Dietrich and Count Beaumel rushed to send off the head, Han Xing was not idle.

Just like the original pre-war plan, let's call it the pre-war plan, although that meeting was child's play, but it was just a few words of chatter between three people. But this plan is feasible, both sides are bright and dark, two-pronged, regardless of whether Dietrich's internal response can work (in fact, Han Xing is very optimistic that there is a high probability that it will not work), while the enemy's attention is attracted (qíng), Han Xing can take advantage of the situation.

And this plan was also fully implemented by Han Xing, but unexpectedly: Count Na (sāo) also had a back hand!

When Han Xing's army arrived under the north city wall, he was shocked to find that there was not a single soldier in the city! Just when Han Xing thought that he was expecting things to be like a god, and everything was going as he expected—most of the defenders' energy was pinned down at the southern main gate, and the north gate happened to be empty in defense.

However, he was surprised to find a figure (shēn) wearing a hooded red cloak (shēn) at the head of the city, carrying a wooden cane decorated with orange garnets, and his face was obscured by the shadow of the hood (yīn), so that it was impossible to see the specific appearance, but judging from his long white beard fluttering in the breeze, he should be an old man who was about to die.

His red robe was similar to the Inquisitor Han Xing had seen, but it was a little different, his red robe was more like the orange red of flames, while the Inquisitor's red robe was more of a dark red color of coagulated plasma. His cane was about a man's height, not as smooth as he thought, but rather like a roughly processed branch by his raw hand, so that the surface still had the rough bark of a hand. But the orange-red garnet shone mysteriously in the sun.

Combined with what he did later, this cane should be the legendary wand! Not the short, light wand, of Harry Potter, of course, but more like Gandalf's cane in The Lord of the Rings.

"You shouldn't be here!" The old man said in a mysterious, majestic voice, and there seemed to be some kind of magic in his voice, so much so that the words kept echoing in the air, forming wave after wave of echoes, as if a god or elder was admonishing mortals.

"Why don't you say it, YoushallNotPass (Gandalf's classic line from The Lord of the Rings)!" Han Xing said in his heart.

"This is a war, and I'm going to attack this castle, and if you're in the service of Count Sāo, I'm going to destroy you! If you're not, then please don't get in my way! Han Xing pulled out his broken heart and pointed at the mysterious old man in red robe with the tip of his sword.

"Ignorant child! When the old man became famous, you were afraid that you were still eating (nǎi) in swaddling clothes! The red-robed old man was obviously quite angry, he had to be angry, holding the staff in both hands, and roared condescendingly.

"Do you know who the old man is?" The mysterious old man raised his staff and raised his head to the sky and shouted. Look at his energetic appearance, saying that he can live for another twenty years, Han Xingdu believes it!

"I'm not interested, most of the people who can work for Count Sāo are some goods that can't be put on the table! Are you the old man Li who performs under the overpass, or Wang Daren who breaks a big stone at the mouth of Xiguan Street (xiōng)? Or is it the old man Xu who sells water in Dongguan? Han Xing sneered disdainfully, of course, the above characters and place names were all nonsense by Han Xing.

I saw the mysterious old man in the red robe snorting angrily, panting heavily, and from a long distance, Han Xing could hear the creaking of his teeth, so Han Xing smiled slightly, and said again: "Ah~ I remember, you old man, won't it be that, famous all over the world, famous, prestigious, everyone knows, no one knows-" The mysterious red-robed old man was relieved when he heard this, put down his staff, seemed to be very satisfied with these adjectives, and stroked his long beard triumphantly.

But Han Xing's next words made him so angry that he even pulled off a strand of his beard, "Liu Banxian, who set up a stall outside Xizhi Gate to tell fortunes, right?" ”

"You give me death!" The mysterious old man's voice was no longer majestic and mysterious, full of resentment and hysteria, sharp and piercing, and everyone present felt as if a steel needle had been forced into the cochlea, and there were bursts of tingling pain.

I saw that the old man in the red robe copied the staff in his hand, and a stream of red light came from the sun, gathered at the garnet at the head of the staff, and then came towards Han Xing (shè). Han Xing wanted to hide, but this red light seemed to open his eyes, and he didn't let go of Han Xing, and the ground where he passed was scorched black, and the original green grass turned into withered yellow hay, which drooped weakly on the ground, and many of them were still on fire, rising and choking billowing smoke.

"Die, little bunny!" The red-robed old man was obviously very satisfied with the effect of his spell, watching the bowl of thick red light turn into a piece of scorched earth, while holding the staff tightly and continuing to exert force, he showed a mouthful of yellowed teeth and smiled proudly.

"It's miserable, I've got a master this time!" Han Xing said regretfully in his heart while moving left and right. He couldn't figure out how a master like the old man could give his life to Count Sāo. With such a big ability, you can at least find a king and duke as a long-term meal ticket!

Han Xing wanted to wait for the old mana to run out and then move forward, but he had been hiding for more than a minute, and he didn't see the old guy showing a trace of fatigue on his face. This made him anxious, "Mom, you are an old man in your sixties, and you have been holding a wooden stick for so long, don't you feel tired?" Won't your lumbar disc herniation, cervical spondylosis, arthritis, frozen shoulder recur? God, let him have a heart attack, I'm not very demanding! In the end, Han Xing even used prayers.

However, unfortunately, Han Xing couldn't escape the sweep of the red light comparable to satellite positioning, and the red light of the scorching (rè) shone on Han Xing's (shēn) like this, and he screamed uncontrollably, and then rolled in pain on the spot, like a demon covered by a demon mirror.

"Eh, why don't I hurt? And it's warm, (tǐng) comfortable! Han Xing suddenly realized that his (shēn) body did not feel the slightest pain at all, but was as warm as a sunbath.

As soon as he checked the notification information, Han Xing was immediately happy, "You are attacked by the light magic, the Burning Light Technique, and if you are exposed to the magic, you will take 20 HP damage per second. Detected items in your possession, Eye of Horus, provide immunity to light and fire damage, and you are immune to Radiant damage. ”

"Hahaha~ I thought this old guy was the legendary dead light! Either it's the light of destruction, but it's just a large magnifying glass! Take me ant burn? Hehe! With the [Eye of Horus] body protection, see who can consume whom! Han Xing's heart was relaxed, for a long time, he had an extraordinary awe of magic, and he always felt that the magician would destroy the world as soon as he made a move, and the spell was like a cabbage. So much so that when I see a magic attack, my instinct is to run away or dodge.

"Oops~Oops~" Han Xing pretended to roll on the ground, looking at his exaggerated acting skills, he seemed to be a little (pì) child who had eaten too much and couldn't digest it, holding his stomach, hey, hey, he kept screaming, and then he kicked his legs exaggeratedly, lying there and not moving, a posture of stretching his legs and staring at the end of the game.

"Hahaha~ See, this is the end of going against me! I'm a great ** teacher, Levinster! Or you can call me - De~Lefonstour! The mysterious old man in the red robe put away his staff and boasted proudly.

Just when the Brunswick nobles looked at Han Xing's "corpse" with a frightened look on their faces, and looked at Lefonstus for a while, they looked incredulous and frightened. saw Han Xing's "corpse" change his posture, put his hands behind his head, and lay lazily on the ground with Erlang's legs crossed: "Hey, don't stop!" I haven't had enough of it! Did you know that 15 minutes of sunlight a day is good for calcium absorption? The time is not yet up! Go on, go on! You're not going to be able to do it, are you? ”

In his opinion, Han Xing's picture of being relaxed and comfortable, as if he was bathing in the sun, can be called the biggest humiliation he has ever encountered in his career, it is simply a slap in the face!

"I'm going, I'm going to burn you, but you're like a sauna, basking in the sun, with my most proud spell, which in your eyes is nothing more than a high-class massage? What's the point! "Le Fengstus's heart is broken, it's like slashing the enemy with a knife more than a dozen times, instead of looking like he wants to die, he is becoming more and more alive, crying and begging you to continue to cut him!

Poor Master Levonstus felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart, but his tenacious will drove him to get up wherever he fell, so he mustered up his courage and waved his staff again, and another blazing light technique went towards Han Xing (shè).

Han Xing playfully got up from the ground, patted the dust on (shēn), wrapped his arms around him, bathed in the red light generously, and shook his legs with a relaxed face, as if he was waiting for the bus!

A few minutes passed, Han Xing still looked casual, but Le Fengs, who was holding the staff, couldn't bear it, his hands were trembling, and he was sweating profusely, obviously, for an old man, holding a wooden stick high for a long time can also be called a high-consumption extreme sport! What's more, the use of magic is a kind of squeezing of self (shēn) brain power, and Le Funs has already begun to clearly feel a faint pain in his forehead!

Of course, it is also possible that Han Xing's casual appearance (qíng) brought him psychological pressure, which caused him to become like this. If Han Xing didn't say it, he wouldn't be able to figure it out even if he died, how could the magic he thought he was so inexplicably invalid?

"Sir, don't hold on! It's the age of young people, you're a lot older, and it's time to go back and tease your grandchildren! Han Xing saw that the red-robed old man was trembling slightly, his face was pale, and he was sweating, so he persuaded him with kind words.

"I have an appointment with Count Sāo, and I will never let you go!" The old man said tremblingly as he stepped up his efforts.

"You can pull it down, it's been a few minutes! If you could burn me to death, I would have died seventy or eighty times, and if I can't die, I can't die, so you can rest! Why bother? What good did Count Na (sāo) promise you, and you follow him so desperately? Han Xing persuaded him.

"Take the price that Count (sāo) gives, you may not give!" Levonstur didn't seem to be able to hold it anymore, he put away his staff breathlessly, and then said coldly.

Han Xing asked Yan Yixi, and said in his heart: "There is a door!" According to the experience he had accumulated on Napoleon's side, the fact that the old man was willing to talk showed that he had already made a move, and there was a possibility of reconciliation between the two sides. The premise is: you can come up with a price that satisfies him!

"Take the price from Count (sāo), of course I can afford it!" Han Xing smiled contemptuously. Just kidding, he's a dignified realm lord and a quasi-duke, and he can't take out the lane that Count (sāo) can take?

"Don't look at who my Lord Earl is, but my Lord is the Lord of Paderborn, the messenger of God, the future Duke of Braunschweig, the "Heavenly Favored" Hanschel Segaard! Baron Bird immediately said when he heard this. This is the benefit of the younger brother, if he is not ashamed or impatient, if Han Xing himself comes to it, he will inevitably be suspected of bragging, he is afraid that he will not even be able to open his mouth~~

"Well, Count Segard! You listen, what the old man wants is - rejuvenation! Master Lefonstus coughed and said solemnly. It was obvious that his attitude was much more respectful than before.

"Hahaha~ Rejuvenation?" Han Xing laughed directly when he heard this. No wonder this red-robed old man would work hard for Count Na (sāo), and the sense (qíng) was to rejuvenate himself, which makes sense!