When people are drunk, their brains may be a little confused, but their strength seems to become a little bigger.

Although Werther blocked Balom's two battle axes, as long as he freed one tomahawk to continue the attack, it would be difficult for Werther to resist. It's a pity that he is drunk now, and at this moment he is like a bull wrestling, completely forgetting his tricks, and only thinking about using his brute force to deal with Werther.

Balom let out a beastly roar, gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and forced Werther out with brute force.

Werther was knocked over three times, and the three-pointed gun in his hand fell to the ground. Balom swung the great axe in his hand again, like a tornado, and smashed it hard. When he was drunk, he hit the wrong direction and smashed down a mud house next to him.

As the so-called one force will drop ten, Balom's brute strength has exceeded the scope of ordinary people. What's more, Werther is now unarmed, and in the face of such a crazy attack with his bare hands, Werther can only keep rolling and dodging, taking the opportunity to find where his three-pointed gun has landed.

Balom's onslaught grew fiercer, and the axe almost grazed his scalp. Witte was in a hurry, grabbed a barrel and put it on Balom's head.

Balom smashed the barrel, but Witt had already picked up his weapon. He turned his gun around and it was a stick that struck Balom in the head, making his eyes glaze over.

Having regained his weapon, Witt grew more and more courageous, and the three-pointed spear continued to hit Balom's pair of great axes. The axes were already heavy, and Balom was so drunk that his hands suddenly lost their strength, and the two giant axes were knocked to the ground by Werther Ping-Pong twice.

"Bastard thing, calm me down!" Witt kicked Balom in the lower abdomen, causing him to sweat all over his body.

Balom's alcohol was already unsteady on his feet, and he staggered a few steps back, trying to find a place to lean on. A guard stepped forward to help him, but he didn't expect Balom to get drunk and not have a lot of effort in his hands, so he pulled hard and dragged the guard out of the air.

Sting!

The hapless guard slammed straight into Werther's fireblade and was stabbed in half.

Iron Lady's Guards!

Both exclaimed at the same time!

Balom was so frightened that he woke up most of the wine, pondered for a moment, and suddenly burst out laughing: "Everyone saw it? Witt killed the Iron Lady's guards, it's a capital offense! Catch him and put him on death row! ”

News of Werther's arrest on death row by Balom soon spread throughout Greystone. The leaders of the Witte faction's private army were at risk, especially Harold.

He never dreamed that after just a little sleep, Balom grabbed the handle and destroyed Werther. He hurriedly called the backbone of the army to the hospital bed, "I'm sorry brothers, I'm afraid we won't be able to stay in this place." ”

"Don't worry, boss, the brothers follow you."

"Yes, even if I eat tree bark, I will follow the boss."

"Boss, you recuperate first, don't worry too much."

The men were babbling, but Harold knew they were just trying to reassure themselves.

"Don't talk nonsense." Harold sighed, "Each of you now prepares three days' worth of dry food, disguise yourself as a civilian, and leave the barracks immediately. Three days later, I left the city and went to the princess of gunfire and told her that this was my last wish. She is a knight of the light and will definitely protect you. ”

"Boss, we're not leaving." A girl dressed as a soul magician crouched on the edge of the bed and hugged his arm and cried.

"Catherine, are you going to me off?" Harold shook his arm hard, but the girl just clung to it, "How can you have the same temper as your brother!" ”

"Boss, we said let's live and die together!" Others said.

"I'll you," Harold couldn't help but moan a few times as he was about to have a seizure and a wound, "I took you to this day so that you could come and raise the bar with me?" ”

Seeing that these brothers were speechless, Harold persuaded him with good words: "Listen, I still have a chance of life if you leave, and if you don't leave, I will definitely die." ”

Everyone silently withdrew from the tent, except for Catherine who was still crouching beside the bed.

"I'm not leaving, I'm just not leaving!" Catherine clasped Harold's arm, "You can fool them, you can't fool me: you don't have a chance!" ”

Harold only hated to find a stick to drive her out, "You rebel, did your brother let you die here by raising you and selling blood to let you learn soul arts?" ”

"I don't care, I don't care!" Catherine buried her head hard in Harold's armhole, "I like Boss, I'm going to die with you!" Her face turned crimson as she spoke.

"Catherine, my good boy." Harold stroked her long hair gently, "What you need is a young lad, not a scruffy uncle like me." ”

Catherine's tears flowed incessantly, and no matter how much Harold tried to persuade her, it didn't help. While Harold was at his wit's end, the neighing of military horses could be heard outside the barracks, and there were people shouting "take away" and "lay down your arms" and the like. Apparently Balom's private soldiers had come to capture the leader of the Vitte faction.

Listening to the noise getting closer, Harold knew that something was wrong, but Catherine was determined to die together and would not leave. At the last moment, he suddenly had an idea: "Catherine, there is still a way to save me." Would you like to do it? ”

Catherine had been crying for a long time, and when she heard this, she answered without hesitation.

Harold took out the pitch-black soul stone, and already made up a story in his mind: "Do you remember the leader of the Red Pavilion?" You go to a hidden place and summon him with this soul stone, and I will have a way to live. ”

Catherine was surprised and a little puzzled: "Can he save you?" ”

"Of course," Harold pretended to pat her confidently, "that man's soul skills are so strong that he can not only defeat the Shadow Demon, I heard that even the Demon Clan's Heavenly Demon Mecha has been defeated under his hands, who is his opponent in this earth city?" Hurry up and get out of the chaos, if you are trapped here, then I will definitely die. ”

As he spoke, Harold lay on his back and made a gesture of "you killed me".

Catherine held the soul stone, hesitated for a moment and finally made up her mind: "Boss, if he can save you, I will follow you." ”

As she spoke, she had stepped out of the door with her front feet, and firmly dropped the second half of her sentence: "If you die, I will come to your grave to be buried." ”

Harold wanted to say something more, but Catherine had already run out of the camp. It wasn't long before the guards in fine clothes had found Harold's tent and carried him to the prisoner's wagon without saying a word.

The wheels rolled and slowly pushed towards the prison.