Peel Town.

"What the hell is going on?"

Baroness Anna, the beautiful young lord of Peeltown, secretly opened a crack in the door and poked her head out, secretly wondering what had happened to the army of Nigadian in the west.

Almost an hour earlier, Anna had been awakened by the sound of the army mobilizing, and through the windowsill of her high room, she had noticed that the army stationed in the town had moved urgently, heading in the direction of the camp outside the town.

I also heard that the Duke of Ambery, the supreme commander of the western Nigadian army, had also left with many high-ranking nobles - but the town still had some garrison forces, and her gates were still guarded by soldiers.

But just a few minutes earlier, the departing nobles of Nigadian had suddenly galloped back, but there were not many soldiers who had returned, and the Duke of Amberly did not seem to have heard his voice, and the whole town of Peel was thrown into a frenzied chaos - even the few soldiers who were guarding her door were summoned away.

It seems that no one cares about her "baronet" at this time.

“··· We have to be saved... The Duke..."

"Impossible!···"

“··· Retreat, first to...

"No! I think so..."

Even though there were no guards guarding her anymore, Anna didn't dare to be too presumptuous, just a few steps out of the door, trying to listen to the fierce quarrel in the "Temporary Operations Headquarters" downstairs.

Everything in front of her reminded Anna of the chaos of Peel when she learned that the Nigadian army had launched an attack.

"Could it be that the Temoa Empire sent troops to attack the western Nigadian camp outside at night?"

This somewhat bizarre, uncanny thought burst out of Baroness Anna's mind.

"That's right, it's very likely! Seeing the Nigadians in such disarray, it's likely that they have lost! I think I heard them talking about calling for help and retreating!"

Baroness Anna ran quickly back to her room.

So it seems, maybe tonight, the town of Peel will be liberated!

Now that she is going to return to the territory of the Temoa Empire, she, the de facto ruler of Peel Town, must dress up and not wear pajamas to meet the great nobleman who has liberated her.

While Anna was sitting on the dresser and starting to paint her eyebrows, apply lipstick, and think about which gorgeous dress to wear, a fierce quarrel broke out in the "Temporary Operations Command" on the first floor of the Baron's Castle, and even the steel sword was stuck on the table...

"It's right not to save the duke, the duke must be dead, but how can those soldiers who were intercepted not save them? That's a thousand people!"

A nobleman in his forties was slamming his fist against the table, letting out a roar of rage.

As mentioned earlier, the Nigadian Crusade Army is a coalition of nobles with many factions, and it is completely dependent on the mediation of the Duke of Amberly, who is the most virtuous and powerful, in order to maintain the entire army.

But now that Duke Ambery has been captured by the undead demons, there is an infighting within the entire coalition army.

With the exception of the Duke of Amberly, all the other high-ranking nobles ran safely back to Peel Town, and quickly began to mobilize their soldiers, put on the highest alert, and be ready to camp or engage in battle.

Several armies sent out to surround the camp on all sides were also urgently recalled - although the Nigadians still had the advantage in numbers, there was no transcendent person as a pillar, and no one had the courage to challenge a powerful undead dark wizard and his army of the undead.

All the troops who had gone to surround the concentration camp quickly withdrew after receiving the order, except for the farthest one, who was unfortunately intercepted by the army of the undead led by Zhao Li.

Now the question is whether to rescue these poor people who have been stopped, because there are a lot of these poor people, more than 1,000 people...

If you want to go to the rescue, then you have to hurry away, because every minute and every second, there are soldiers being slaughtered.

"I'm sorry, Earl Roy, I understand your grief, but to save your soldiers now is likely to make the entire town of Peel unstoppable!"

Another nobleman said to the middle-aged man in his forties, who was smashing the table in grief.

Unfortunately, most of the more than 1,000 Nigadian soldiers who were stopped by Zhao Li were from Count Roy's command, including Count Roy's two sons and several of his most loyal followers, the Knights.

These people don't say that they can take out all the power that Count Roy can with, but if they want to say that the proportion is more than eighty percent, there is no problem at all, and it is no wonder that Count Roy disregarded his face at this time, and even in front of many higher nobles, he directly smashed the table and flew like thunder.

As for the person who directly rejected Earl Roy just now, it was the Marquis of Tyrell who had the highest title among all the nobles present since the Duke of Amberly.

"And what about my son, Lord Marquis, at least you will send me five hundred men and let me go and bring my son out?"

Count Roy retreated, pleading with the marquis, who had just inherited the supreme command of the Crusade Army.

He also knew a lot about the nobles in front of him, and it was almost impossible to expect them to send troops to shed blood and sacrifice to save his own troops.

"I'm sorry, Count Roy, I really understand your feelings, but five hundred people are too many, and now all the power has to be used for defense, everyone knows what an undead dark wizard is, one can't deal with it well, and it may even be wiped out. If you insist on going, I can pull out twenty of your guards. ”

Marquis Tyrell was a crumpled little old man who looked to be in his fifties, his eyes cloudy and weak, but his rejection of Count Roy's words was quite forceful.

"Damn, fuck you twenty people! I have twenty guards myself!"

With a roar of rage, Count Roy kicked over a chair, drew his sword, and strode out of the castle hall.

Marquis Tyrell watched Count Roy run out angrily, shrugged his shoulders expressionlessly, and said, "What a rude fellow, when I return to His Majesty, I will definitely ask him to apologize." Okay, let's move on to the discussion, what do we do next? I think it's better to stay in Peel Town, as long as you hold on until dawn - dark wizards and the undead can't move in the sun, can they?"

A nobleman who also looked quite majestic on the side frowned, sighed slightly, and said: "No, Marquis of Tyrrell, you may have confused the dark wizards, the undead, and the night spirits, except for the night spirits, most of the monsters can act during the day, it's just a matter of whether you like it or not." I think we have to retreat, and we have to hurry..."