Thunderous gunshots rang out through the valley, and acrid white smoke rose from the air.

For a time, the horses screamed, blood was splashed, and the charging cavalry fell like wheat. Bullets from all directions smashed their armor so badly that they fell to the ground under the heavy fire of gunfire before they could even see the enemy's face.

Until he died, Barthes couldn't figure out what he had been defeated.

Vaguely, he only saw the flash of fire, and his chest seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer, and he fell off his horse.

If it is witchcraft, then this witchcraft is too powerful.

With the magic defense of his own high-level knight, he couldn't even survive a blow......

At the end of a salvo, the soldiers in the front row retreated with their pistols and reloaded, and the soldiers in the back row stepped forward half a step forward to raise their guns and prepare, and with the second wave of the war knife in Liszt's hand, there was another white smoke, and the cavalry team that was shot was scattered and scattered, and it was a group of people who turned on their backs.

The generals were killed in battle, and the casualties were heavy.

Before the third volley could begin, the Barth cavalry regiment collapsed, turned around and fled. At this moment, the guns in the rear row finally finished loading, and unleashed ferocious fire on the stone wall above the hillside.

The guns rang out in unison, the battlefield was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder, and Cilita, who was riding on a war horse, stared blankly at the scene in front of her.

Derrank, who was riding behind her, had a stiff expression on his face, and his heart under the armor seemed to stop beating, and he stood there. The town cavalry that was ready to save the scene, the town militia in the rear, were all the same......

White smoke filled the air, and finally slowly dispersed, leaving only a corpse behind.

Looking out of the stone walls, Gesaren's lips trembled and he lost his words.

He couldn't believe it.

I can't believe it.

All this is true in front of us.

Distant artillery roared, soldiers with muskets slowly advanced, and the rebel archers had lost the courage to climb the walls.

The raging shells gouged through the stone walls, collapsed, and raged through the camp. The soldiers who were stuck behind the city walls, in the thunderous explosion, finally collapsed, and no matter how angry Gesaren shouted, he could not contain the momentum of the rout......

After changing the decline of the past year, the declining Rick Kingdom finally ushered in a long-lost victory.

Even if it's just a battle, it's exciting enough......

……

Inside Sardinia, Flynn received another letter from Cilita.

If before this, he still had a little apprehension in his heart, canonizing a territory comparable to a duke's county to a wizard, this decision was too hasty. But after receiving this letter, he felt that exchanging the Plains of Thorns for a wizard's promise was the most correct decision in his life.

Sending the envelope to the candlestick to burn, Flynn stood up, walked briskly out of the castle's study, and ordered the guards outside.

"Quick, bring pen and paper, I want to thank the Chief Wizard ......" Flynn suddenly rolled his eyes, and quickly said again, "By the way, spread the news and make sure all the soldiers in Sardiniburg know." Remember, it's important to emphasize that it was the wizard's magic that defeated Gesarun and his army. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The guard gave a knightly salute and turned to leave.

Soon after, news of Silita's first victory spread throughout Sardinia, and a rare smile leaked from everyone's faces.

"Did you hear that, Lord Cilita has returned with reinforcements, and has won a battle?"

"No, I heard that it was the magic power of the wizard, but with a wave of his hand, those rebels were crushed."

"Anyway, it's great, we've saved ......"

The news was as if a crack had opened in the clouds over Sardinia and shed warm sunlight. The morale of the lieutenants in Sardiniburg was greatly boosted, and all the soldiers defending the city had a strong desire to survive on their faces, because they had seen the dawn of victory.

And this also made it clear to the rebels outside the city that these soldiers in front of them were even more difficult to deal with.

Outside Boulder.

The rebels besieging the city had apparently heard the news of Gesaren's death, and even the soldiers walking on the road were whispering.

"Gesaren is dead."

"Really?"

"I heard that the other party has brought more than twenty third-level wizards and thousands of wizard apprentices. The stone wall collapsed almost instantly, and the charge of the Knight of Bart had no effect at all, and he died without even seeing the other party's face! ”

"No, Balt is a high-ranking knight! It's only one line away from a master knight, even if it's a wizard......"

"No, I heard it's not a wizard, it's an alchemy product......"

"Impossible, it's definitely a wizard, how can an alchemy product have such a powerful power. Moreover, how can you have one alchemy product that can defeat a high-level knight?! ”

In the barracks, all kinds of speculation could not stop circulating, William's face was gloomy as if he could drip water, he couldn't have imagined that he patted his chest and packed the ticket to himself, and he wanted to nail the reinforcements of Boulder City to the foot of the mountain one by one, and he didn't even help him win it for a day.

If the reinforcements of Boulder City and the defenders of Sardiniburg were to join forces, they would have to face a flank attack from both directions, and then the situation of attack and defense would be completely reversed.

Damn it......

With his fists clenched, Prince William raised his head and looked around the tent.

He needs someone to fend off Cilita and buy him time.

William's eyes fell on one of them, this person's strength was completely not below Gessalen, and his ability to use soldiers was far superior to Gesalen.

"Karl, you go, stop those reinforcements for me."

"Your Majesty, this ......" Karel broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead.

"Why, you're scared."

Karel wanted to nod, he and Gesaren were the same as him, Gesaren was dead, and he couldn't get any benefit from going.

What's more, the identity of Silita's Chosen One has spread more and more widely in the army, and those pious soldiers have almost lost their will to fight, and if it weren't for the strict military discipline, they wouldn't even have the courage to attack.

It's the same with Calle.

Compared with the brutal and arrogant Gesalen, he is more self-aware. With the strength of his master knight, although he is a few points stronger than Gesalen, it is no different from sending him to death if he wants to face the attacks of the Chosen and the wizard at the same time.

However......

He simply has no right to refuse.

Kneeling on one knee, Caller bowed his head and said, "Subordinate...... I am willing to share your Majesty's worries. ”

"Well, that's good." William's tone softened slightly, and he nodded and said, "As for the wizard, you don't have to worry, his people are still in the Thorn Wasteland now, and they are not personally involved in this war. As for Cilita...... I'll send Quinn to your aid. ”

Karel was slightly stunned, and then his heart was overjoyed.

Quinn the Slayer!

No one knew where the strong man, who was four or five meters long, standing taller than a knight on horseback, and who was as fat as a pig, came from. However, after the battle of Lake Celsay, no one will be unfamiliar with his name. The young family of the Gondal family, Serres Gondal, was beheaded by the giant man.

With the strength to kill a master-level knight with one hit, not to mention Celita, I'm afraid even the wizard himself will have a headache for a while.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

"Put away your right knee and thank me with Cilita's head, and go."

"Yes!"

Watching Calel leave, the corners of William's mouth twitched, these people were a bunch of useless waste in his eyes, and they couldn't even stop the other party's reinforcements.

It seems that we can only take the risk of storming.

William decided to fight backhand, now that reinforcements have arrived, the longer it drags on, the more disadvantageous it will be for him, it is better to take advantage of the strength still existing to launch a strong attack on Sardinifer, and there is still hope to take Sardiniburg. As long as the king is killed, many things that were originally complicated will become much simpler.

Just as William was about to give the order, a black shadow descended from the sky, flapping its black wings, and landed on William's shoulder, with a hoarse cry coming out of his mouth. Listening to William's hands, it was like a hoarse mockery.

The corners of his mouth opened up with a cruel curvature, and William reached out and let the crow land on his hand.

Looking at those gray eyes, he smiled.

"Say, old man, I'm not in a good mood right now, and I hope you bring good news." William smiled and said, "Otherwise, I might pluck the feathers off your body." ”

Chilling, the crow restrained the mockery, looked at William, and said in a hoarse voice: "Lord Lucius's news, these soldiers of yours can't stop the other party's reinforcements. ”

"Hmph, not necessarily." William said noncommittally, a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, "It seems that you have gotten used to this sentence, and I thought you would always only be able to pronounce it in four-syllable phrases." ”

He didn't want to lose his prestige.

This is true even in the presence of a servant of a god.

"Believe it or not, you are not facing the power of a wizard, but that power is more terrifying than the power of a wizard, especially when it is in the hands of mortals," ignoring William's teasing of himself, the crow flapped its wings and flew into the air, hovering above William's head, a dry and hoarse voice echoing in the air, "Send a messenger to the depths of the Kara Mountains to seek the help of the ogre, this is your last hope." ”

After saying that, the crow flapped its wings, turned into a small dot in the sky, and finally disappeared from William's sight.

Retracting his gaze, William looked into the depths of the Kara Mountains, his brow furrowed, his eyes full of gloom.

Ogre!

They are the natives of the depths of the Kara Mountains, the old enemies of the ancient dwarves, and the monsters that have existed for thousands of years.

William didn't want to have anything to do with these ugly and greedy guys, who would only solve problems with violence, and they would be very unstable. However, this is the advice of Lucius, the god of treachery and conspiracy, and even if his identity as the Chosen One is Verus, the god of terror and killing, he must carefully consider the advice of his allies.

Deal......

From the occupied territories, the living people of several villages were divided as gifts to those monsters.

After some struggle, he finally made up his mind, and William wrote a letter casually, leaving a mark of chaos at the end of the envelope, and then called a henchman and told him to go deep in the mountains to search for traces of the ogre tribe.

Watching the henchman disappear on horseback on the mountain road, Prince William clenched his fists.

The war has entered its most critical moment.

For the sake of the throne, he even sold his soul to Chaos.

He would not allow himself to fail at this juncture, even if he was a wizard, even a chosen one by both the Father and the Elven King, would not want to defeat him......

Don't even think about it!