The hero of the Thracian battle for statehood, the founder of the Pitutz family, one of the pillars of the kingdom, the strong man "Mountain of Shields" Owens Pitutz died.

Except for those who witnessed his head being cut off by a panda and rolling to the side, the first of all those who were not at the scene to learn of his death was Richard in the Thracian palace.

At that time, he was sitting in his study resting, anxiously waiting for news from the front. Then suddenly, he saw an ornament on his desk burst and shattered into several pieces.

His face changed suddenly.

The ornament was a statue made of crystal, crudely made, and could only be roughly identified as a warrior holding a large shield. Now the whole statue is in pieces, and even a professional gem craftsman probably can't put it back together.

Richard knew what that meant - the man who left a breath on this statue, Owens "Mountain of Shields", died.

"How is that possible?!" he exclaimed, "impossible!"

He couldn't believe his eyes - Owens Pitutz was probably the most defensive legendary powerhouse in the world today, and even if he was naked and wore nothing, ordinary swords could only leave a white mark on him, and it was impossible to even break the skin and see blood. Not to mention that he was wearing a full set of magic armor, even in the face of a rain of bullets and arrows, he could be unharmed.

If you want to hurt him, you can't do it unless an entire army rushes forward in formation. But he is not a fool, and when he sees a large group of people rushing towards him, won't he dodge?

Let alone...... Even if he was injured, there was still a difference between "injury" and "death", which was 108,000 miles!

It's just a wound, who hasn't been injured? But how many people have died after being wounded? Those poor people are just that, a big nobleman like Owens, and a legendary powerhouse, no matter how many injuries he suffers, he can't just die.

Aren't all his guards dead?

Richard's brows furrowed, his fists clenched, and his body trembled slightly.

He's angry, he's afraid.

Owens' death brought down an important pillar of Thrace, and the political landscape of Thrace, which was originally tilted because of the Elantz family's excessive strength, would be completely overturned, and even if the Elantz family was defeated and their independence plan was stopped, the damage would be incalculable.

Unless the Elantz family can be completely wiped out, their wealth can be filled with the treasury, and their blood can be used to deter Xiaoxiao, the situation of the country can be re-stabilized.

Is that possible? Richard wasn't sure.

Fear is much stronger than anger.

If even Owens can be killed, who else in the world can't be killed?

Neither the Ice Sword Saint Lyp nor himself dared to guarantee that he would be safe and sound in front of the enemies who could kill Owens.

Therefore, in the bottom of Richard's heart, there are actually some luck, some relief.

(Good thing I escaped...... ）

As soon as this idea came to him, he strangled him to death, and what followed was even more irritation.

Richard Thrace had always considered himself a brave man, so when he realized his timidity, he couldn't help but be annoyed.

However, no matter how angry he was, he couldn't imagine that the palace was more than two thousand miles away from the battlefield, not to mention him, even those legendary-level spellcasters couldn't do anything meaningful from such a long distance.

Sending a message, or sending a little thing over, is already the limit.

The fierce king, known as the "Lion King", sighed deeply and leaned back in his chair a little dejectedly.

"The future of Thrace...... What will happen?"

On the battlefield, there were also quite a few people who felt Owens' death.

The eyes of the Ice Sword Saint, who was fighting hard in a pair of twos, became extremely vicious in an instant, and the murderous aura emanating from his body turned into an icy cold wave, forcing the Sword King who was chasing him to slow down. The old sage not far away felt as if his heart had been grabbed by something, and even the beating became difficult, and the rune he was drawing on his hand suddenly collapsed, and a spell that was about to be completed came to naught.

At the top of the castle of Elantz, the corners of López's mouth curled slightly, revealing a surprised expression. But then he became serious again, frowning again, and his face was full of antiquity.

In the position of the Thracian rear, Ronald and Othello exclaimed at the same time, turning their heads to look at the location where Owens had died.

"How so?!"

"Oops!"

Coincidentally, the idea of escaping rose in the hearts of the two.

Even the opponent who can kill the "Mountain of Shields" is really a bit scary. They just collect money to do things, and it's not worth losing their lives for a little money!

At the scene of the magic ceremony behind the Thracian army's position, the Grand Elder of the Thracian Magical Society, who was always under a hood and completely covered his body with long hair and tattoos, Norman Speke, the "Sage of the Secret Spell", frowned.

He didn't turn his head to look, but whispered, "Miss Sislin, the battle outside may need your help. ”

Emmivi Sislin, who was guarding this side with a shining magic bow, hesitated for a moment and asked, "What about this side?"

"If you lose the fight outside, everything here is meaningless. ”

Emmivi understood what he meant, nodded, and turned to leave.

Norman sighed and said to the high-level mages around him who also felt Owens' death and were full of fear and anxiety, "Don't panic, panic will never solve the problem. This is war, and war always kills. If you want not to die, the best way is to win. ”

The high-ranking mages calmed down and continued to cooperate with him in completing the magic ritual.

It is not easy to draw the stars from the sky. This magical ritual takes a long time, and it is still too early to succeed.

Also responding were Caterina, who was leading the Elantz army in battle, and the remaining senior commanders of the Thracian coalition.

Naturally, with a smile on her face, Caterina loudly announced the good news to her soldiers. The morale of the Erantz army, which was somewhat exhausted from the hard fighting, was suddenly greatly boosted, and they attacked again and again, killing the Thracian army in front of them and retreating one after another. However, in the face of a large number of enemies who were constantly receiving reinforcements from all sides, they were still unable to break through the enemy position.

Among these Thracian troops were a large number of middle and high-ranking officers from the Pydoutz family, or who had been trained in the Pitutz family. Under their command, the Thracian army, relying on its numerical superiority, put on a thick formation layer upon layer, completely in a posture of turning human lives into a city wall and letting the storm return in vain

At the same time, in another unnoticed military tent, someone spoke.

"Your Majesty Kamara, it seems...... I'm still going to ask you to do it......"