At noon, the combined mercenary forces in the north finally suspended the siege battle overnight. It turns out that the fifteen-meter-high walls of Kalihiri and the 30,000-strong Guards Regiment of Trich are not the same. In this night attack, the mercenaries also had the intention of trying it out, and it would be better to be able to attack suddenly and finish the battle, so if it didn't work, they would come to a siege point to help.

Although under Farah's arrangement, I am afraid that the aid has already been delivered.

His Majesty King Trich, Goodfarry, personally commanded the defense on the city walls, and this time the lame wolf caught him by surprise.

The kingdom of Trich is the first line of defense in the north, and for many years, Goodfari has not let down its guard against the mercenary group. On the one hand, he took the initiative to reconcile with Eaton Robert and other neighboring countries, and on the other hand, he actively mediated the "war break plan" secretly promoted by Robert. I didn't expect the mercenaries to strike first, and they were forced into such a desperate situation by one move.

The king's heart was dripping with blood, and he knew that his kingdom was probably coming to an end. The messengers sent out overnight for help were either killed or blocked. The forts closest to Kaliheri have not moved for a long time. The lame wolf is really a genius in military affairs, Goodfarri thought bitterly.

He had no idea what was going to happen even more painfully to him.

The mercenaries cleared a clearing at a stone's throw from the city walls, and Goodfari saw them busily erect a huge wooden shelf, with firewood piled underneath.

A herald hurried over and got down on one knee: "Your Majesty, there's a strange thing hanging on the cathedral. ”

"Strange stuff?" Goodfarri didn't react for a moment, and he saw the mercenaries tie a woman to a wooden frame that had just been erected. When he saw the woman's appearance clearly, His Majesty kicked the herald away in a faux puff and lay down on the battlement.

"Tillen! Tireen! Goodfari roared, his hands clutching the hard walls.

Tied to the stake, it turned out to be Gudfarry's beloved daughter, Princess Tiline, the flower of the kingdom.

His Majesty had five sons, and it was not until the age of fifty that he was blessed with his beloved daughter, Princess Tirene. She got a very pampered title, Trich's Little White Flower.

The wayward little white flower usually does no less ridiculous things, but her father and a few brothers carry it around her, which makes her character more and more willful.

Before the mercenary group launched a sneak attack, Princess Tirene, who was messing around, had already been kidnapped by the assassins who had infiltrated the royal capital. However, because she often went out to mess around and did not return to the palace for several days, this kidnapping has not been discovered.

And now that his beloved daughter is being burned at the stake outside the city, His Majesty the King of Trich has the heart to regret his death.

"Quick! Go and save the princess. An anxious Goodfarri ordered the court mage beside him.

The older archmage clenched his wand tightly, his face wincing. It's not a mage's job to save people in the midst of an army.

"Huh?" His Majesty was furious, but he couldn't care about so much.

"Yes! Your Majesty. "The unlucky archmage only hated himself for standing too close to the king in order to tie up with the king, and he was suddenly pulled a strong man, and he was still a strong man who died for nine lives.

But the current situation does not allow him to resist the order, and Goodfarry is eager to save the woman, and it is clear that if he dares to refuse, he will cut him. The court mage has a privileged life on weekdays, and sufficient research funds are all given by His Majesty, and now it is time to repay the debt.

He gritted his teeth and beckoned the two disciples over. The three of them pulled out the scrolls and magic items at the bottom of the box. They first put a bunch of shields on themselves, mostly deflection fields and dim vision, and then consumed two more precious flying scrolls.

The court mage flew high in the air, his body shining with arcane aura, his fingertips condensed with a storm of missiles, ready to support at any time.

And two of his disciples took the risk of flying to the stake outside the city, preparing to save the princess.

The nearby mercenaries fired a dense barrage of arrows at them, but the dim vision made the archers' accuracy greatly reduced, and the force field shield also made the few stray arrows in the middle of the center useless.

The biggest threat was the few wild mages among the mercenaries, who sweated profusely and threw several fireballs at the two. But the fluctuations of the arcane are too obvious, and the cast time is too long. The two disciples used their flying skills to deftly dodge, and the wild mages who showed their heads were also named one by one by the arcane missiles that came to support them.

The two disciples of the court mage actually fell to the stake and saw that they were about to reach out and cut the rope and save the princess, both His Majesty Gudfari and the archmage flying in the sky showed a hint of a smile.

A rabble is a rabble.

"Rubbish! A bunch of rubbish! Not far from the stake, in the main formation of the mercenary coalition, Luke, who was armed with a huge steel battle axe, cursed.

He saw that the usual bullish and mysterious and contrived wild mages were suddenly abrupt one by one, and he wanted to vomit blood in anger.

These noble sissies usually not only have to eat and drink well, but also ask him for money and women, and some also men. The key is that he really believed in the foolishness of this group of masters, but he didn't expect it to be such a weak chicken when it really fought.

He spun his steel battle axe in his hand and made a gesture to throw it at the two mage apprentices on the stake.

The silver-haired Farah stopped him lightly: "It's not their fault, our foundation in the power of spellcasters is indeed far inferior to these ancient kingdoms." This is only in Trich, and when Robert's Silver Leaf Mage Alliance is encountered, the gap will be even greater. ”

"Then let's stop fighting, let's pat our butts and go back to the north." Luke's neck stalked, he was angry in his heart, and he inevitably spoke very quickly.

However, only Luke can talk to Farah like this, and the others are probably already in a different place.

The King of Mercenaries made a faint gesture to stop Captain Luke's madness, and he smiled and said, "Fortunately, we never relied on magic. ”

He drew his weapon.

It was a beautifully lined ***, elegant and deadly. The handle is 50 centimeters long, and the blade is 230 centimeters long. The entire knife is nearly three meters long, and the blade is incredibly narrow and incredibly thin.

The time was almost up, and he thought to himself that it was time for the king to see the king.

As soon as the mage apprentice on the stake took out his protective dagger and was about to cut the rope, he felt an astonishing momentum approaching.

They saw a man with long silver hair, holding an extra-long ***, walking towards them step by step.

It's like a frog being targeted by a snake. The two apprentices were so frightened that they were paralyzed and unable to move.

It's what it's like to meet a predator.

The archmage flying in the sky couldn't bear it any longer, and the missile storm instantly locked onto Farah, and dozens of magic balls containing huge energy flew towards the king of mercenaries.

"Huh."

The silver-haired swordsman sneered, his sword in his left hand, and a cone-shaped mist erupted from under his legs. He didn't even dodge, but rushed straight towards the spell that fell from the sky.

It was an astonishing speed, and as soon as the arcane missile hit its target, it was swept aside by the furious air projectiles, and several of them were even bounced onto the city walls, blasting through two walls.

And the long knife in Farah's hand turned into a refined sword light, piercing through the heavens and the earth.

With a single slash, the three casters were cut into six pieces, and their bodies fell into the dust.