Under the hill of Fort Horn, the terrible fighting has not stopped - although they have paid a lot of price again and again, the Turin reinforcements under the mountain are still constantly attacking the Zifan mercenary group, and every step on the narrow road is full of blood, but behind the black background shield and gun flag, the deep shouts of Viscount Otto are still sounding again and again, and the fanatical knights roar and charge towards the line of Dominica soldiers!

Even with heavy casualties, the terrain was still under an extremely unfavorable hillside, and the number of soldiers was equally small, these knights were still fighting with all their might to continue the assault - by this time, they were not only fighting to save the besieged Hornfort, but the honor of the family, the dignity of the individual, and the chivalric atmosphere that prevailed in Turin made them unable to back down, or they would become a laughing stock!

And Allen, who was bent on saving Edward, rushed to the front - the girl's golden ponytail simply became the "battle flag" of these young southern nobles, and one by one they roared and raised their swords and shields to protect the young lady of the Kwyn family, and her fanatical expression was almost like seeing the glorious cross appear.

The anxious Alan didn't care too much, and didn't even notice the eager eyes of the people around her when they desperately protected her, the blonde girl who had stood in the shadow of her brother Seyla Kwyn since she was a child probably never cared about the aura on her body, and the figure of the heroic battle was as dazzling as the stars in the night sky.

The Purple Sail Mercenaries on the cliff also gritted their teeth and persevered, forming a tight array to resist the almost frantic onslaught of the Turin reinforcements - the narrow mountain roads also made it difficult for them to organize an effective defense and an orderly array, gritting their teeth and shouting all kinds of slogans, fighting with the Turin soldiers who pounced.

Although the original rear line position was almost crumbling under the charge of the Turin knights, there were not many routs - the Purple Sail mercenary group blocked on the hillside had no way to escape, and they still shouted and clenched their weapons and engaged the charging knights with guns despite heavy casualties.

The camp was destroyed, the back roads were cut off, and the baggage was completely lost...... The mercenaries were very practical guys, and they knew very well that even if they surrendered, the Turines would not spare themselves, and if they didn't fight now, there would be only one way to die - so even if they didn't get any promises, they still fought with the Turin knights who rushed up, and held the line extremely tenaciously.

The cruel and bloodthirsty roar was still wave after wave, and the mercenaries who wanted to survive finally broke out with a great will to fight, and the front that was almost collapsed finally slowly stabilized its position, and the Turin reinforcements were limited by the narrow hillside and could not break through too many troops at once, and the two sides were almost fighting for every inch of land where they could stay!

The sunset was sinking in the sunset, and the blood-colored light was still sprinkled on the walls of Fort Clarrum, and the ruins of the gates were full of rubble and the remnants of the walls, and the corpses were stacked on top of each other, and the blood stains that had not yet coagulated had almost completely stained the ruins with a dark red trace, and the deep blood water had almost turned the land into a muddy "swamp", and seabirds were hovering over the castle, as if attracted by the strong smell of blood and corpses here.

The calm face of Landzel did not seem to be uncomfortable with such an environment, and stepped over the corpses of several purple sail centurions and officers without any scruples, and his calm eyes did not seem to be touched at all, as if there was not some rancid corpse and broken ruins under his feet, but the carpet of a palace somewhere.

Just like last time, Landzel didn't have too many guards with him, except for a few retinues, as if he wasn't at all worried that the remnants of the castle would angrily tear him to shreds, and then hang his head on the tip of his gun, as if he had come to the door of some old friend's house and was about to visit.

It wasn't until he saw the figure that was also strolling around that he had a smile on his face - just as he had imagined, the monster would fight to the death until now, just to wait for himself to come to the door.

Edward, who limped slightly, had a headache and felt like he would faint at any moment, chuckled and stepped forward, still extremely uneasy about him, and Shirrell followed him inch by inch, his right hand never left the short sword at his waist from the beginning - in order to protect Edward, the mercenary specially changed her weapon, and did not bring her best two-handed greatsword, because it was too bulky.

Edward could only smile helplessly at Shrell's actions as if he were facing the enemy, except for shrugging his shoulders - maybe someone could really kill him, but Landzel Otovik was definitely not one of them!

"You don't look good, do you want to take a break?" Landzel could almost immediately see that something was wrong with Edward, and smiled and waved his hand, "I can ask them to prepare some drinks and food, and we can talk while we eat." ”

Obviously standing on the pile of bones, can this guy still discuss what to eat lightly? Edward's right eyebrow jumped: "No need, I don't have much appetite right now, and I'm sure you should be about the same." ”

As he spoke, his legs and feet couldn't help but tremble slightly, and Shirell, who was standing behind, immediately quietly supported his back from behind. Unable to bear the gaze of the man's back, she was the only one in the entire Hornfort who knew best what Edward's condition was like.

The wound on his right calf was still bleeding, his shoulder blades and ribs were damaged to varying degrees, he was on the verge of a breakdown for days and nights, the cold sweat on his forehead was dripping down like water, and his sore arms were in unbearable pain even if he moved a little—although he had been pretending to be fine.

"Indeed...... It's hard to have an appetite in a place like this, and I'm not here to have dinner with you. Landzel sighed, as if in pity: "My purpose is much bigger and more important than this. ”

"What are you doing here?"

"Peace, or truce. Landzel smiled and spread his hands: "Please note that I am not referring to the truce between the Kingdom of Turin and Bright Star City, but the truce between the Purple Sail Mercenary Regiment and the Turin Army. ”

"Truce, yes. Edward took a long breath with a cold "smile": "Let your soldiers raise the white flag, kneel humbly, throw away their weapons, and then willingly go into the prisoner camp and tie themselves up with ropes, and we can discuss nonsense like 'truce' and 'peace'." ”

"Are you trying to provoke me...... Oh, an old trick, but it's very good, I've used it against quite a few fools, and I've tried it again and again. Landzel smiled, and then his expression became serious again, "But I'm standing here with all my heart, not with a few hundred guards, I think that's enough to show my trust in you." ”

"Don't think too sensible, maybe I'll be tempted to kill you right now. Edward shrugged his shoulders: "Then your thousands of soldiers will be trampled to ashes by the army of Turin!"

"But before then, Hornfort will be reduced to ashes - although I reckon you've already prepared for this, and that castle has a lot of your Turin's special ignition in it, right?" Landzel helplessly pointed to the Turin soldiers who were glaring at him on the distant city wall, "I'm afraid that as long as my soldiers take this place, the entire Hornfort will fly into the sky!"

"That's just your guess, maybe not, you can give it a try. ”

"You're not the kind of person to die on the spur of the moment, and neither am I—we're both very short of time right now!" Landzel stepped forward, and Shirrell almost instinctively stopped Edward's side, glaring at him coldly.

"The Turin army that wants to save you is dying almost every quarter of an hour, and my brethren are dying every quarter of an hour to stop them, and now if we come to an agreement, all of us can avoid this tragic fate. Landzer smiled lightly and took the initiative to extend his right hand.

"Edward Witwood, let's shake hands!"