The people in the castle were woken up one by one, and they didn't seem to have any memory of this time after they woke up, but there was still a memory before they were manipulated, and the guards who watched the wizard blatantly appear in the castle were startled, and raised their swords to fight, and the wizards who saw the guards in front of them were also startled, and they took out their wands.

"Don't get excited and don't attack each other, the kingdom no longer hunts heretics, and now they are all unanimous to the outside world, you are here because of the wizards of the Wall clan."

Seeing the sorcerers on guard and the fleeing civilians who had regained their senses, he told them about what had happened during that time.

"Have they all been driven into the big trench? Thankfully, there was the Church of the Saints to help. The survivors of the castle all sat on the ground and sighed slightly.

Before, they were worried every day, for fear that the tribe's army would come here, but now looking at their appearance, this is already over.

"Will you come with me to clean up the tribal wizards who control the city?" They didn't bother with the guards, they reported that they were also going to the big army, and it was these wizards who needed to clean up the city.

A group of wizards looked at each other when they heard this, and finally an old wizard stood up and looked at Yang Se and said, "I'll go with you, I can be regarded as the representative of the southern borderlands, and the others are mainly studying alchemy, and the combat level is limited." ”

"Yes, it's all voluntary, but you must remember one thing, you must obey the laws of the kingdom in the future and don't commit crimes, the Church of the Holy One has a special disciplinary department, and I don't want to see you burned at the stake not long after I saved you."

He glanced at the wizards, many of whom had some skills, but they didn't want to come out, and he didn't force them, and after putting down the words of warning, he led the wizard out of the castle, and when he passed by the bishop, he took all the cross swords back from his body, and then looked at the old wizard and said, "You carry him on your back." ”

The old wizard carried the corpse on his shoulder without saying a word, and the headless corpse not far away looked like a monster, he was old, and he didn't want to offend the person who could kill the monster.

"The profession of wizards is not easy to do, you see that they are delicate but after all, they are young, and they are not as famous as me now, so they are really powerless about the battlefield." The old wizard walked a little longer against the bishop, and said almost half-rested.

"Wizarding is probably the best profession." Seeing that he exonerated those wizards, he didn't care, and he didn't want to settle accounts with the queen.

"It's better to be famous, but there are also wizards who can't survive, can't stand the suffering, and don't make money, sometimes the church still engages in sports, and many people have given up this industry, and it's better on the Wangdu side." The old wizard took a breath and continued to carry the bishop, "After all, there are many nobles over there. ”

The corners of his mouth twitched when he heard this, this old wizard really regarded wizarding as a serious profession.

As they walked back to the castle gate, they tried to beckon the paladins to dispose of the bishop's body, when they stood on the castle wall and waved at the castle wall, shouting, "There's something going on outside." ”

When he heard this, he told the old wizard to put the bishop in place, and then the two men climbed up the wall, and saw two groups of men and horses running along the road from which they came, one of the kingdom and the other of the tribesmen.

"What to do? Do you want to answer them? The paladin asked Masser.

"Answer!" Looking at the more than 2,000 teams that were being chased by a thousand people, he said, "We may not be without the strength to fight against the city wall. ”

The Templar quickly ripped off his scarf, then grabbed a moldy spear and tied it to give them a signal, while the rest of the Templars ran down the wall to push open the half-hidden castle gates.

"The pursuers in the back bite very tightly, can a few of us block it?" The new old wizard looked at the situation on the avenue and asked with some concern.

"It's some that can block some." Looking at the approaching cavalry, he tossed his sword to the knights, and said to the wizards, "In a few moments, the potions will be smashed on the tail of our team. ”

Several wizards nodded when they heard this, and then directly smashed the fire powder and fire oil outside to lay the foundation.

The fleeing kingdom team on the main road was led by Count Gusta, at this time he wanted to die, the tribesmen of the Red Dragon Bomb flipped on their backs and fled in all directions, the battle situation on the southern border was decided, and the third prince ordered the Counts to clear the fleeing tribal warriors, so as not to gather together to resurrect.

This was originally a risk-free thing, and even he made a fuss and led a team of 20,000 to pursue, and it was basically smooth sailing along the way, and he encountered a few lone tribal warriors and directly crushed the past, but he never expected those rout soldiers to gather so quickly, and after he killed all the way, he encountered a tribal rout team of 3,000 people near a small manor called Wastin.

Although it felt a little tricky, Gusta still ordered to attack those routs, one was the order of the third prince, and the other was that they didn't have horses, and the warriors of the tribe had less than half the combat power without horses, and I don't know which king and eight calves said it.

So the 20,000 half-horse-riding and half-foot army rushed towards the tribal warriors, fighting with them with hatred, until he was fighting Gusta only to find that the battlefield seemed to be much looser, he took the time to glance at the battlefield and was surprised, his side killed nearly 2,000 tribal warriors, and his own 20,000 troops were directly reduced by seventy! And there is also a posture to be wiped out.

After realizing how weak the ragtag army he led was, Gusta panicked, especially after seeing that many tribal warriors doubled their combat power after grabbing the war horses, he hurriedly beckoned the knight to escort him, and then planned to go to the other earls in charge of Qingye for help.

So the remaining 3,000 people slowly became 2,000 in the process of escaping, but it didn't matter, there was Cross's team in the castle thirty miles ahead, and there were regular troops there.

But when he ran to the castle, he suddenly panicked, there should be a team on the uninhabited avenue!

Annoyed that the speed of the friendly army Qingye was too fast, and he didn't know if he could be caught up before he arrived, Gusta, in despair, suddenly saw someone on the castle in front of him signal, and didn't think about the return of the battlefield for a moment, the city's team arranged, and rushed directly to the castle with the team.

The tribal warriors in the rear slowly approached, and when they were a kilometer away from the castle, the tribe finally caught up, and when they heard the screams of their companions in the rear, the hundreds of people at the end of the team immediately stopped fleeing, and turned their heads to fight with those tribal barbarians, in order to give the companions in front a chance to escape.

The interception of hundreds of people was basically dispersed in an instant, but their delay still caused the front team to pull a distance of several hundred meters, and when the tribal warriors finished solving them and then charged, they saw that the kingdom team in front had already entered the city.

"What about Cross's team? Hurry up to the city wall and prepare for battle! The tribe is coming! Gusta shouted as he entered the castle, but looking at the empty castle felt like something was wrong.

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