"Old Wald in the Twin Cities may be asking too much of you, Patrick, and you need to be ready. But remember, you're the heir to the Mellister family in Haijiang City, not a dog mongrel who can be ravaged casually! ”

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As he left the city, his father's words made Patrick take a deep breath of the night air, and he walked down the path in the castle, his heart nervous, but he tried to keep his face steady.

Break through, be hunted down, flee, encounter the monster, and finally only yourself escape......

The encounters of these days were more complicated than those he had encountered in the past ten years, but they also made Patrick's mentality more mature than that of an ordinary teenager.

There is more to this world than honor to protect.

He thought to himself.

The battle in Haijiang City is still vivid, and that is a testament to that.

Originally, they had the upper hand, but those iron people were too cunning, and in the face of the solid defense of Haijiang City, they did not choose to attack, but scattered in all directions to sweep the surrounding villages, causing a lot of tragedy, not to mention, they got trebuchets out of nowhere, and threw the corpses of the tragic dead people into the castle guarded by the dead, the old, the young, the seven or eight-year-old girls, and the infant boys......

This alone is enough to make people look at the eyes, not to mention that those who died are the relatives of the soldiers defending the city?

When the war broke out, the young men were recruited by the lord to defend the city, and the civilians around the castle would also take refuge in the city, while those farther away would choose to stay in their hometowns and wait, because under normal circumstances, the ironmen would not dare to go this distance.

But they just went deeper......

What makes them so bold?

So radical again?

Patrick wasn't sure, he only knew that in the face of the increasingly turbulent situation in the castle, his father had to choose to give up his defensive advantage and take the initiative.

However, those cunning iron bastards had already laid a trap, and even they suffered heavy losses, and had to retreat back to barely defend themselves, but their morale was also greatly demoralized......

Thinking back to everything that happened not long ago, thinking back to the clues, Patrick's steps moved faster, and at the same time, his original hesitation was instantly firm.

However, when he turned a corner and saw a tall tower in Twin River City, his original firm mood hesitated again.

Will the flood claimed by that peculiar little Duke of Lanli really come as promised?

Or was the flood that happened two days ago really caused by the wizarding partner he was talking about?

Looking back on his old memories, he could only barely remember that the boy seemed to be a tall, thin young man, who seemed to have been poisoned, and then that he had disappeared on the day of the flood......

Mysterious enough, Patrick thought, like the little duke.

As if to develop some confidence, he took a deep breath and walked towards the tower.

The conversation during the day went on for a long time, and finally the matter was thought out completely.

Their plan was to get into the dungeon to get close to their target under the guise of visiting an old friend, and the jailer might not let him in, but in Twin Cities, they were not wary, and as long as Triple bribed a little, it wasn't a problem.

Then the jailer could not have let him run in on his own, at least he would have followed one, and this person might or may not have the key in his hand.

It's a risk, so Patrick has to be sure of it when he enters the jailer's hall.

Thinking about it, he subconsciously pinched a hard ring in his palm, which was given to him by the little duke to deal with emergencies, and it was said to have miraculous effects......

In addition to this, the difficulty for Patrick is the chaos that may ensue, how to disguise the prisoners, how to take advantage of the chaos to cover people out without being immediately pursued.

Hope it goes well!

As he pushed open the tower's doors, Patrick shuddered at the sight of several incoming glances.

If he was able to rescue people, he was ready to rush to Riverrun City immediately after all, which would not hinder his original plan to ask for help from Riverrun.

It's just that it's really too late to go to Riverrun City for help?

The thought crossed his mind, and the brown-haired young nobleman gritted his teeth and approached.

……

In the other direction of the castle, Lan Li was standing in a room at the top of a tall tower, looking out the window at the starry sky.

Westeros has a time distinction, wolf, owl, and bat......

Although this distinction is very vague, there is at least a rough standard.

So he was silently waiting for the appointed time to come at this time.

Conspiracy, conspiracy, splashing dirty water, it was still true, he didn't think about it anymore at this time, and Lan Li was not sure whether this plan would succeed in the end.

And if this plan is not successful, then I should go to the sea frontier city once......

Thinking about this, he felt that the time was almost up, so he raised his hand to dig out the flame on his left wrist and put it in front of his eyes.

The dark blue drowning divinity was faint at this time, like an inconspicuous flame burning at the top of the fine wax, which was ignited on the tip of Lan Li's right index finger, shaking slightly with his gaze.

The ordinary wind could not affect the flame in the slightest, but when the boy looked at it for a moment and spat out a word, the flame shook for a moment, and then looked even more hazy.

Nothing unusual had happened around him, and the night was very quiet, and the loudest noise in all directions was the rushing river below the castle, which shone gray in the night sky, and looked like a river flowing through the abyss at the bottom of the building below.

However, as time passed, an anomaly appeared at the end of the river.

The water converges, the waves roar, and the silver moonlight shines, and the massive flood is like a fierce prehistoric beast, rushing towards the narrow stone bridge and the two castles that stand on the river at great speed from the end of the sight, and grows stronger and stronger as it gets closer, but it does not collapse and scatter under the constraints of a mysterious force.

The raging water was so loud that the soldiers on the walls of the Twin Rivers City who were drowsy from the vigil were not stimulated to sleep for a moment, and then screamed in panic in the face of the mysterious phenomenon that had resurfaced.

Soon after, a rapid bell rang out in the castle, and the narrow windows of the towers that had been extinguished were lit up with a faint or obvious commotion, and the men and women in disheveled clothes ran out of the buildings again in a panic, and then rushed towards the closed gates of the castle with screams.

The caged hounds barked, the crows neighed, and the sound of a large number of footsteps was chaotic, and the chaos and noise completely spread to the entire castle.

Roaring and screaming, the floodgates were finally forced to open, and the crowd rushed out towards the exit, and the panicked figures looked quite agitated and obviously irrational.

The boy on the tower stood in front of the window and looked down on everything below, finally smiling with satisfaction.

Last experience, it was proved that the best way to deal with such a sudden disaster is to hide in a high place and not come out, and when the flood passes, there will be nothing to do.

However, in the face of such a mysterious event, how many people can remain steady?