The most terrifying aspect of Radu's scheme was that even if Edward III knew that his son had been killed by Radu, given the strength of the Dragon Clan, he had no choice but to vent his anger on Torvil and Rocette......

While Thorville was fretting about it, the door to the parlor was opened. The herald of Wolf Castle rushed in from outside, holding a letter sealed with fire paint.

"My lord, this is news from the family today, with the king's crest on it!" said the herald, handing the letter respectfully to Tovir, and then stood aside and waited for Tovel's order.

"Why did the family suddenly write at this time?" Towell's expression was a little puzzled, he picked up the envelope and looked at it carefully, the position of the fire paint really had a snowflake-like imprint, this was the family crest of their frostwolf clan.

"Is there something Lord Durotan has something to say to you? Seeing her husband's hesitation, Livi soothed his back and said.

Durotan in Livian's mouth is the prince of the Frostwolf Clan, and the oldest of the ten princes of the Wolf Clan.

Unlike vampires, the wolf clan values bloodline more seriously, and their relationship with each other is more relaxed. Although their population is smaller than that of vampires, they do not invade each other, and even intermarry. It is precisely because of these reasons that the number of wolves is basically the same as that of vampires.

For thousands of years, vampires and werewolves have had minor frictions, but no major wars have broken out. It's just that werewolves are generally higher than vampires in physical strength due to their wolf-like characteristics, so they will have some advantages in heads-up......

Toddll looked at the envelope, and instead of picking up the paint, he tore a tear and took out the letter.

The rough parchment rubbed against the envelope and made a rustling sound, and since Vlad III was an ally, Todd did not deliberately avoid it, and looked at it in front of him.

The font on the paper was very rough, and it was indeed Durontan's handwriting, and the older king, who had always been pragmatic, did not care much about his handwriting.

Thornville read the letter word for word, the expression on his face becoming more and more solemn, and by the time he finished reading the last line, his golden brows had become pimples.

"Well, what did the lord say?" Vlad III asked with a frown as he saw that something was wrong with Tovel's expression. If it weren't for the fear that some of the things inside belonged to the Frostwolf Clan's secrets, Vlad III couldn't help but snatch the letter and read it.

"Your Excellency...... The worst happened. Thornville said with difficulty, placing the letter on the table, "Lord Durotan sent a letter asking how I killed the Black Prince Edward, and in addition to that, he also said that the news had spread throughout the Blood Clan, and everyone knew that the heir of the Crocodile Clan had been attacked and killed by me and Rongait, and not even a single intact corpse was left. ”

The body of the Black Prince Edward had already been burned in the fire of the execution stand, and bringing this up only made Edward III even more angry, although the source of the information was not mentioned in the letter, Vlad III knew that all this had nothing to do with Draculi.

"Damn, we were going to set things straight, but in this way, we lost even the last hope. Looking at the letters on the table, Thornville said with a sigh.

In the previous battles, Torville and Rocaet's forces had already lost a lot, and whatever measures Edward III took, it was crushing for them.

"Lord Tovel, if the other party is strong, why don't we withdraw?" Just when everyone was silent, Jill suddenly spoke, "From the beginning, Edward III's purpose was France, so he sent Edward the Black Prince to invade, but as long as you withdraw from here, Edward III should let you go." ”

From the current point of view, this seems to be the best way, but after hearing this, Toville suddenly became extremely irritable: "Don't say it, I will not withdraw from France, even if I die here, I will not be a loser!"

"Jill, it's not as simple as you think. The fiefdom of the blood clan is different from that of human society, and once it is lost, it is equivalent to losing the foundation on which it stands. For the aristocracy, these were more painful things than death. Vlad III said, getting up from the couch, "Since you can't fight against Edward III now, let's ask for help from your respective families." As long as the news of Radu's appearance here is revealed, I think that both the secret party and the wolf clan will agree to send troops. ”

The Grand Duke of the Dragon, Delacuri, and the Council of Elders were already on their side, and Radu's appearance in Versailles as his spokesman was a sign of his attitude. Originally, the secret party refused to support France in order to suppress Delacuri, but now it seems that there is no need to tolerate it.

"That's right, just because Edward III will believe the news outside doesn't mean that Lord Durotan will believe it too, and besides, the relationship between the secret party and the Council of Elders is incompatible, and the dragon clan will definitely not be allowed to act recklessly here. Vlad III's previous words were like a ray of light, allowing Torville to see clearly the complex situation in front of him, as long as the wolf clan and the secret party can send troops to France, whether it is Edward III or Delacuri, they will eventually face a defeat.

Hearing that things had taken a turn for the better, Ronette got up from the ground, but even so, he still had a skeptical expression on his face: "So, what are we going to do next, don't forget, the whole of Versailles is blocked by Radu, and our people can't get out at all." ”

"No, no, no, it's only your people who are blocked by Radu, don't forget, we wolf people can bathe in the sun!"

Toville turned, the anxiety on his face gone, and he said proudly to Roncait, once again the confident leader.

"Lancelot, I will write you a letter at once, and you will later select a few reliable helpers to evacuate from Versailles under the cover of the sun, and be sure to deliver the letter to Lord Durotan. Thorville said as he walked towards his study, where the sun would be the brightest in a few moments, and the dragon assassins would not dare to stop them.

"Yes, but my lord, won't you come with us on such an important mission?" After Lancelot received the order, he asked uneasily, after all, this matter is very important, and if Thornville led the team, the danger would undoubtedly be much smaller.

"I can't leave here now, I have other things to do besides guarding against Radu's sneak attack. As he spoke, Towell casually glanced at Rongait, "I'm sure you'll complete your mission, and I'm looking forward to seeing reinforcements from the Frostwolf Clan here!"

"Okay, I got ......"

Ten minutes later, the gate of the manor suddenly opened, and several figures wrapped in cloaks jumped out of the city. They were very fast, and in a few take-offs and landings, they had already crossed quite a long distance.

The leader was dressed in a pure white cloak with a bulging side around his waist, which was a weapon and a letter in a box...... They crossed the gates of Versailles with speed that ordinary people could not match, and then disappeared far into the horizon.

But what no one noticed was that not long after the men set off, a small silver bat flew out from the other side of the manor. The bat seemed to be clutching something on its feet, its silver fur reflecting a dazzling glow in the sunlight, and then flew far away towards the sky......

London, United Kingdom.

The endless night swallowed up all the buildings around it, and the ancient royal city exuded a gloomy and cold aura in the moonlight. It's a great palace in the heart of London, but now it looks faintly weird.

The moonlight was moving, and when the bell struck midnight for the twelfth time, the old man sitting in the darkness opened his eyes in the main hall inside the royal city.

Behind him was the silver moon in the sky, but he couldn't suppress the coldness of the old man's blood pupils, he looked indifferently at the eleven neatly dressed knights under the steps, and then slowly stood up from the wide and gorgeous throne: "My dear knights, we meet again, I don't know how you have been doing all these years?"

"Hehehehe, Lord Edward, that's a hard question to answer. Among the knights at the foot of the stairs, a tall short-haired man smiled coldly, looking directly into Edward III's eyes, "After hundreds of years of sleep, I have almost forgotten what it is like to fight, and even this arm has become stiff......

The man said as he walked out of the queue and came to a large statue.

The statue was carved in the image of the Sun Knight Gawain in Celtic mythology, and it looked tall and handsome. However, the man didn't seem to be satisfied with the statue, he frowned and looked around the statue, and then suddenly threw a punch into the statue's abdomen!

It stands to reason that this punch would not have any effect on the marble statue, but something surprising happened, and the part of the fist that touched the statue spread like a spider web, and then gradually enveloped the entire statue...... With a violent click, the originally exquisite statue turned into countless angular stones and fell to the ground with a loud sound.

"I'm sorry, my lord, I just thought that this tattered carved my waist too thick, and I wanted to modify it slightly, but I didn't expect this thing to be so sturdy, and it shattered at the slightest touch. The man said, an exaggerated debt, but there was no apology in his frivolous movements.

Edward III looked at the man indifferently, but only stretched out his hand and applauded: "Gawain, I'm really glad to see that you are still so energetic, that is your own statue, you have the right to dispose of it yourself." ”

"Thank you for your generosity. Gawain smiled, and walked slowly back to the group.