The assassination was unsuccessful, and there was no frustration in Victoria's eyes, she had prepared for the worst, and the usual pride returned to her face. Taking advantage of the tense confrontation between them, she suddenly lifted her skirt and swung down with her short sword.

Snort.

The beautiful white gauze dress was cut open by the princess's sword, revealing the white thighs.

Seeing this beautiful spring light, I couldn't help but feel a little distracted by a knight directly opposite.

The princess's eyes were cold, and the short sword was sent out. Like slicing through fluffy butter, the silver chain mail was silently pierced by the armor-piercing dagger in the princess's hand.

"Hmm. ”

The knight with the sword in his heart, covering the bubbling and bleeding wound, slowly fell down with desperate eyes.

Syllable.

After reciting the incantation silently, the War Shepherd's Scepter slammed lightly to the ground, and the shadow of a wild bear suddenly ignited.

Ronald frowned at the sight of the golden bear phantom pouring into the enemy's body.

He remembered that the mage had said that the effect of this magic --- increase his strength. In addition, when he assassinated Miro before, he had also seen the power of all the auxiliary magic blessed by the War Pastor.

He must not be given any more time to bless other magic!

With this in mind, under the disadvantage of being surrounded by enemies, he targeted the war herd and attacked first. Completely oblivious to the enemies around him, Ronald just swung his ice sword and slashed at the warlord incessantly.

Finding that the opponent was the first to launch a rush attack, Zhan Mu's rigid face couldn't help but show a hint of surprise. He didn't expect that this black-haired young man with scars on sideburns would take such a desperate approach. Seeing that the blue sword light was getting closer and closer, he had no choice but to dispel his intention to continue to bless the auxiliary magic and seriously deal with the current crisis.

The opponent's agile shooting speed made Zhan Mu a little unbearable.

Oops, didn't have time to bless the sensitivity of the spotted leopard......

On Zhan Mu's forehead, bursts of sweat oozed from him, and his battle intention changed from defensive counterattack to complete stubborn defense.

Sweep, stab, slash.

Seeing that the enemy was just holding on, Ronald, who let go of his hands and feet, saw even more fighting intent in his eyes, and his pace gradually accelerated, and his shots became more rapid.

The weapons collided, and a crisp resonance sounded.

Ding, ding, ding!

Gaps kept bursting out of the ice sword, but they were instantly repaired by the endless ice magic in Ronald's body.

In his eyes, there was only indifferent killing intent.

In order to hold off the war herd and for the safety of the princess, he focused all his energy on the enemy. As if sensing the obsession in his master's heart, the magic in Ronald's body began to come alive and cheerfully responded to his commands.

His attacks became more and more fierce and fierce.

Within three meters of the Ice Sword, the air suddenly became cold and biting, plummeting several degrees. Under the contrast of air temperature, there was even a trace of mist condensed in the air outside the range, completely enveloping the black-haired young man who was fighting.

The blue sword light like a storm made the war herd who had just blessed the power of the brute bear tired and unable to protect himself. He knew very well in his heart that without the blessing of the spotted leopard's sensitivity, it would be difficult for his speed to keep up with Ronald.

But he didn't expect that the strength of this magic swordsman was so strong, and under Ronald's attack, he didn't even have that short three-second spell casting time. In desperation, he had to hold on to his mentality, hoping for the support of the knights beside him to relieve his breath.

Finding that the Warlord had been struggling to hold on, Victoria couldn't help but raise her eyebrows. She also understood that among the enemies, the battle priest was the most difficult to deal with. Seeing that Ronald had succeeded in the attack, she immediately followed behind with a sword and blocked the knights around him who were trying to rescue him.

The armor-piercing dagger played a great role at this time, and all the weapons she touched were broken in two without exception.

Jingle bell.

The broken sword kept falling to the ground, and the squire knights had no choice but to hold the half of the weapon in their hands and fight and retreat. All of a sudden, Victoria, who was surrounded, instead occupied the initiative on the battlefield.

Led by Ronald, the knights became more and more courageous, forcing the enemy to a kneel. In this short period of time, although there were no casualties, the defense on the duke's side had begun to gradually fatigue under the courageous offensive of the princess and others.

Duke Hairington saw that the situation was not good, and his body began to slowly retreat. He understood that although the weapon in his hand was also an enchanted weapon, it could withstand the power of the armor-piercing dagger. But after many years of enjoying himself, the blood of the young man has long been exhausted.

Discovering that Hairington had the intention of retreating, Victoria was a little anxious.

"Up!"

She exclaimed urgently: "Just kill this traitor who fornicates with a foreign country!

A few people around who were planning to rescue the nobles couldn't help but quietly slow down. With a ghost in their hearts, they began to hesitate in their hearts, not knowing where to stand.

Bang bang!

At the gate of the inner fort, there were several loud noises again. The wails and screams of the soldiers became clearer and clearer.

"Don't! Run!"

A violinist, cowered in the corner, finally couldn't hold back her fear, and after shouting, she abruptly stood up and ran towards the door. Then, screams of panic and the sound of footsteps sounded one after another, and the musicians of the orchestra followed her one after another, running desperately.

Smack, when!

Tables and chairs creaked and moved, and food was brought to the ground one after another.

Seeing this chaotic scene, the few nobles who tried to rescue at first also scattered and fled with everyone. With the idea of remaining neutral, they silently withdrew from the dispute between the royal family and the duke.

After only a short while, all that was left of the spacious hall was a mess of tables and chairs, and a mess everywhere, as well as two sides attacking each other.

Seeing that the twenty or so knights on his side were actually killed by five people, especially the war pastor specially sent by the church to support has been in a state of passive defense, the duke couldn't help but feel heartbroken, and decided to abandon this castle to collect reinforcements in the city.

"Hold on to me! Reinforcements will be coming soon!"

After a harsh remark, he slipped into the inner room.

Seeing the duke like this, the knights with broken swords also knew that they had become outcasts. Although there were a few with twinkling eyes, they still chose to stick to the help and decided to hold on to death. After the Duke left, the knights quickly formed a circle to block the door, preventing the princess from having a chance to pursue. Fighting to defeat both sides, they frantically waved the broken sword in their hands. Under the influence of the will to die, their defense is even tighter.

In the face of the enemy's brazen state, Victoria, who only seized the opportunity with treasures, could not take a step forward for a while. Short for short, she didn't dare to be too aggressive.

Glancing at the determination in the eyes of the enemy, Ronald did not have the slightest disdain in his heart, on the contrary, he still had some respect for them. But these thoughts are only fleeting. The ice sword in his hand is still mercilessly pressing the opponent.

Since it is an enemy, there can be no mercy!

The war herder was overwhelmed by Ronald, his movements getting smaller and smaller, and hot sweat began to break out on his forehead. He understood that in terms of strength, he was no better than Ronald in terms of strength, let alone agility and skill.

Bang, smack!

"Ahh

The sound of brawl outside the gate has become clearer and clearer.

Regardless of whether it was her own person or not, Victoria yelled, "Our people are coming!"

The knights who had been struggling to hold on looked at each other with surprised expressions, and taking advantage of this opportunity, Victoria slashed a backhand arc and sliced the neck of a stunned knight.

A bloody arrow shot out along the trajectory of the short sword.

Meanwhile.

After more than a dozen back-and-forth battles, the blue ice sword in Ronald's hand lightly swept across War Shepherd's chest.

War Shepherd tried to block, but he couldn't, his hand was only halfway raised, and his eyes saw the tip of the sword pressing straight to his chest.

Laugh at.

The gray robe was sliced open, and War Shepherd's chest immediately fell into a thin and neat incision. In an instant, a dazzling red liquid shot out from the diagonal line, and his body suddenly turned from tense to relaxed, convulsing incessantly, and slowly collapsed to the ground.

Ronald raised his eyebrows, ready to make up for another sword.

Bite!

The half-paralyzed War Pastor gripped the scepter with all his might, and narrowly knocked open the ice that was attacking him.

"Here we are!

Blair's roar rang out from outside the door, and his weapon with scorching flames rushed towards the castle hall, slashing the soldiers along the way.

"Ahh

"Block, block me!"

Da-da-da-da.

With the screams of the soldiers one after another, the footsteps became clearer and clearer.

Hearing the voice outside the door, War Mu's eyes also lit up with a decisive light. Sweating hotly, he felt a biting coldness on his chest, his consciousness became more and more trance-like, a little Venus was already shining in front of him, and the black-haired figure opposite him became blurry.

He looked down and found that the gray robe on his body had long been cut into tatters by Ronald's ice sword, and his body was covered with scars. And the almost fatal wound on the front of the chest stained the tattered robe red.

Even with the slow recovery of the Holy Light, he still felt a terrible pain all over his body, and his hands and feet began to become cold and numb, unable to keep up with the command of his brain. With a desperate heart, the scepter in his hand suddenly slammed into the ground, smashing a crack in the ground.

Underneath him, the air seemed to tremble, forming a circular ripple. At the same moment, dazzling milky white flames continued to erupt from War Pastor's body, and rose rapidly towards the ceiling along the rapid upward cyclone.

That cyclone, in Ronald's eyes, was like a pillar of light that soared into the sky, which made him fearful. Ronald felt as if his soul was burning with the flames.

He was startled and jumped far away.

Self-destructing!?

Suddenly, he remembered the scene of that day, and regardless of the difference between men and women, Ronald threw the princess to the ground with a surprised expression on his face.

Bang!

As soon as the princess was pounced, the deafening and earth-shattering noise shook Ronald's ears. At the same time, he also felt a chill coming from his back, accompanied by a sharp pain that came into his mind.

There was a shaking on the ground.

Before I could look up, the floor collapsed.

Not good!

Ronald, who fell in mid-air, pressed the princess's head and pressed it into his arms.