Script Wars and Strife, Western Camp, Dracula's Castle.

Prince Victoria, Leon Victoria, as the commander of the Western camp, always looked at his mobile phone, monitoring the changes in the information of the camp on the battlefield, and his heartfelt escort Alexandra stood silently beside him, always waiting for the prince's orders.

After the death of Filiana and more than 70 knights, there was bad news from the front again, a large number of cavalry were killed, the number of soldiers in the western camp was plummeting at an incredible rate, and to make matters worse, the second player was killed, and it was Sherlock who was the squire, or rather his dogleg, Bassanio.

Bassanio is one of the most powerful reinforcement players, and the fact that he was killed shows how tragic the battle situation on the front line is.

Leon sat at the head of the conference table, frowning. Leon let out a long sigh and tried to relax, looking around to find a decoration to put pressure on, but failed. Dracula's castle where he is located is somewhat similar to Victoria's castle, but it makes Leon tense and unable to relax, on the one hand, because this script is a war, and the situation of the war changes rapidly, and on the other hand, the owner of this castle is not Prince Leon, but the vampire count Dracula I in the catacomb.

The walls of the castle were rotten and dirty, and it would not be an exaggeration to describe it as an abandoned castle, but it was strong enough for a fortress, and the white candles like dry bones struggled desperately on the lampstands, trying to shine, but still unable to illuminate the gloomy fortress.

Alexandra suddenly stepped forward and stood in front of Leon, who also sensed the abnormality and became vigilant.

"Is it an enemy attack?"

Leon said in his heart.

After a while, two figures appeared in the chamber, and the posture of the two of them was both comical and terrifying, a fat toad riding on the body of a lean man, both of them wearing the characteristic Venetian merchant robes, one Shylock and the other Antonis.

Sherlock, who landed on the ground, couldn't help but speak, kicked the kneeling man in the abdomen, kicked the man to the ground, and moaned while holding his stomach.

"Damn bugs, I almost died on the battlefield! And the abominable Chinese bugs, and the mongrel Zpihiko......"

Sherlock yelled, anger distorting his face, and his ugly appearance was now even more terrifying.

"Sherlock, how is the battle on the front line?"

Leon frowned, he hated this kind of violence against his subordinates, but the war was not over, and he didn't have the energy to argue with Sherlock, and he didn't want to tear his face with this shameless toad.

"Huh? Well, Your Royal Highness, we're going to lose, it's all to blame on the damn back alley mongrel Zpishiko, why did you hand over all your soldiers to the lowly ones from the back alley......"

Sherlock suddenly changed his face, from fierce and angry to bitter pleading, if it weren't for the battlefield, Leon would have thought Sherlock was a brilliant court jester, changing his face so quickly and saying so shamelessly.

Sherlock poured bitter water on Prince Leon, and finally even meant to blame Prince Leon, but Sherlock felt the killing intent from Prince Leon's guards, so he closed his foul mouth.

Leon fell into deep thought, he couldn't believe his ears, they had the strongest blessing this time, the blessing of the Golden Moon, the cavalry recruited and trained with 1600 war points, and they definitely had the strength to destroy the withering and decaying, how could they lose?

However, Sherlock's words were quickly verified, and a large number of cavalry were killed, and now there were less than 50, less than 30, and finally only 5 cavalrymen remained, and Sebalian was killed!

320 cavalry went into battle, and in the end there were 5 cavalrymen left!

Leon had to accept Sherlock's report, they were losing this war, and if they didn't do something about it, they would really lose!

"Your Highness, please send me."

The female guard, dressed in a strong suit, knelt on one knee and pleaded with the prince who had pledged allegiance.

Leon didn't answer, showing an embarrassed expression, he has no one to use now, no resources to dispose of, all the war points have been exhausted, and there are still more than 2 hours before the next war point settlement node. This scenario only starts at the 9th hour and at the 17th hour, when War Points are replenished.

To make matters worse, they completely abandoned their resource base in order to win in one fell swoop, and after 6 hours of fierce fighting, the resource points of the Western camp were still 0.

The all-or-nothing tactics have completely failed, and the conventional tactics are on the verge of collapse, and if you can't take down a few resource strongholds, the battle will only be one-sided.

"Your Highness, please don't hesitate any longer, the European Union has lost 8 times in this battlefield, and we haven't won for four whole years, if with the blessing of the strongest script, we still lose, and lose so badly, how can the European Union gain a foothold?"

Alexandra saw Leon's hesitation, so she tried her best to say that she was not a knight of honor, she was just a warrior loyal to Prince Leon, and if they failed in the first stage of this script in only 8 hours, then Prince Aang's ability as the heir to the Kingdom of Victoria would be questioned, and Alexandra could only threaten him with honor for the sake of his loyalty to the monarch.

Because Prince Lyon is a selfless man, if he really explained so many interests, he might not let Alexandra risk his own future.

"Yes, yes, yes. Your Royal Highness, don't hesitate to let Lord Alexandra attack! Alexandraqing, I will definitely protect His Royal Highness the Prince! Swear by Russell's last name! ”

Sherlock said matter-of-factly, and, like a clown, swore by the noble surname he had bought.

Alexandra was angry in her heart, but she didn't get mad, she wasn't an adult, she wasn't Alexandra, she didn't have an official position or title, she was a warrior, a guard, these titles made her sick, her name came from the mouth of this toad, and it made her even more disgusting.

"Okay. Listen to me: Alexandra, come back [unharmed]. ”

Leon finally made up his mind and ordered Alexandra to go to war, targeting the resource strongholds of the Western camp.

When Sherlock heard Leon's words, his expression suddenly froze, and then he lowered his head, as if he agreed with Prince Leon's order, but the corners of his mouth curled up in the unknown darkness.

"Prince Leon is indeed a sanity player, and the most potential player in the lore, no one can question this kind of spirit, it seems that the victory is still my Sherlock's."

Sherlock looked down and chuckled.