In the Baron's Castle, the two guards guarding the castle noticed the light falling on the grass, and they couldn't believe what was happening in front of them, and looked at the two figures wrapped in light in amazement. Leather and Ammon gripped the spear in their hands, and moved forward with trembling steps.

Brandt blew out the Babylon candle in his hand, and the dazzling light suddenly dissipated, only to see the pink candle shortened again. The Babylonian candle could only be used twice, and again when he returned to Rocky Harbor.

Jailer Leather recognized the boy in front of him, "Lord Tyrrell." His companion Ammon also felt a little familiar, but what surprised him even more was the Count of Bremont behind the boy. He couldn't help but wonder, how could they be together?

Brandt put the candle back in the spellbook, then untied the ropes around his body, and handed the Count of Bremont, who was still unconscious behind him, to the soldiers in front of him. "You two carry Count Blemon to the guest room to rest," added Brandt, after a moment's pause, "and leave one of the others to guard the door." He wanted them to lock the door from the outside, but that would be suspicious. Brant thought to himself, when Lord Wickney woke up, he wouldn't be so stupid as to want to escape back to Crag Rock alone?

Leather replied respectfully, "Yes, sir." When he had given his spear to Ammon, he took the somewhat fat Count of Bremont on his back and walked towards the castle.

Brandt walked alone to the stable, which was full of horses, and he took out a horse, then turned it on, kicked his legs tightly, and galloped towards the south gate. The streets of the town are almost empty, and the doors on both sides are locked. It's surprisingly quiet. People are not hiding in the Baron's Castle. It's that he has left the town from the north gate.

Brant rode through several silent streets. Then I rode over an arch-shaped stone bridge, and the river below the bridge was still clear and clear. When he reached the gates, Baron Kane and the Rand Knight were fighting the Targaryen soldiers, and he hurriedly grabbed the reins, rolled over and jumped off his horse, and took the flaming sword from the spellbook to join the fight. Brandt stabbed with his sword, and saw a soldier in gray armor with the eight-clawed spider insignia of the Mitiag family engraved on its chest.

Then. An eight-clawed spider swung its knife at the top of his head, and Brant raised his sword and pushed hard to block the enemy's attack. Then he turned his wrist and slashed at the opponent's lower abdomen. The steaming intestine fell from the soldier's stomach with a thump, and before he could let out a wail of pain, a sharp sword pierced his chest.

Brandt cast a wind spell at his feet, and with a slight leap, he jumped behind several other enemy soldiers and landed steadily. He crouched down on the cushion he had landed. Swing your sword and stab at the opponent's calf. Several soldiers turned around in pain and slashed at the boy in front of them with their weapons. Brandt waved his sword and suddenly swung it towards the necks of several soldiers, only to see a flash of sword light, a few streaks of blood spilled, and several 'spiders' fell to the ground.

In a short time, the battle under the city gates was over, and the 'Octopus' of the Mitiag family and the 'crown' of the Targaryen family were lying quietly on the blood-covered stone floor.

"Lord Tyrrell?" Baron Kane spotted him, "Why are you here?" Covered in blood, he looked at the other in surprise, gasping for breath.

"I have come to settle the conflict between you and the House of Wickni," Brandt told him, "Count Bremont is resting in your castle at the moment. ”

"He?" Baron Kane was shocked and touched a handful of blood on his face, "Just the two of you? you didn't come with an army?" he wondered how Lord Tyrell could be with Lord Vikney? Rock Harbor is so far away from Crag Rock that it is almost impossible to reach Crag Rock without a seven-day ride from Rock Harbor.

"The army of the Victor family is rushing here, the knights of the Frey family will be able to reach Salt Town tomorrow, and Count Doran himself will be able to arrive in about three days with eight thousand soldiers. Brandt patiently explained, "The army of Rock Harbor is not in my hands, Roger Tyrell controls the entire fleet, and I am afraid that I will not be able to draw troops to support me for the time being." "He concealed the current situation of Rock Harbor. Brandt was convinced that Ser Maureen and Sir Witton would be able to hold the walls of Rocky Harbor, and that his presence or absence could not change the outcome.

The baron opened his mouth as wide as the mouth of a box, and was stunned for a moment, and then he swallowed two or three mouthfuls of spittle, as if his throat were dry. "Eight thousand soldiers?" he was startled, "where did the Frey family get such a large army?"

"The garrison in Greenstone has poured out, and the vassals of the Frey family have gathered two thousand men," said Brandt, "and the other three thousand are two mercenary groups. "He had learned the news from the old bachelor last night.

"The Freys—"

Brandt interrupted, "Baron Kane don't worry, the knights of the Frey family will arrive in Salt Town tomorrow, and they will naturally be able to see on the battlefield at that time." "Despite the infamy of the Frey family in Greenstone City, Brant is confident that Lord Doran will be able to make the right decision. For the sake of his beloved son, Lord Doran will never carry out a conspiracy to betray the Islamic family.

"I hope so. The Baron thought to himself that if this was true, then as long as they held out for three days, the crisis in Salt Town would be completely reversed.

On the city walls, there were constantly enemies pouring under the city gates, and the sparse defenders on the city walls could not prevent the dense enemy soldiers from climbing the city walls. Brant held the flaming sword in his hand and rushed to the stone staircase of the city wall, and a ball of flame appeared out of thin air, wrapping the pitch-black flaming sword back in a layer of blue flame.

The Targaryen soldier stared at the flames in front of him in a daze, and when he shook his senses and swung his sword away, the flaming sword had pierced through his chest, burning his flesh. After a few miserable wails, he was out of breath. Several more soldiers let out a roar of rage, and rushed at the boy holding the flaming sword under the stone staircase, with their weapons in hand.

Several sharp ice spikes suddenly appeared on Brant's palm, and with a finger of his hand, the ice spikes suspended in the low altitude roared away, and in the blink of an eye, several ice spikes drilled out of the backs of several soldiers on the opposite side. Brandt made his way up the stone staircase to the ramparts, followed by Baron Kane and Knight of the Land.

Brant cut down the last enemy who stood in his way to the wall, but more enemies awaited him on the wall. Several gray-armored soldiers roared at him with their short swords, and just as they were about to rush in front of the boy opposite, their bodies slammed into a thick ice shield. As they covered their heads and let out a cry of pain, dozens of sharp ice picks suddenly drilled out of the surface of the crystal clear ice shield and stabbed at them. Blood splattered on the cold ice shield, staining it a warm blood-red color.

Baron Kane and the Rand Knight also stormed the walls, and they slashed at the enemies around Brant. Brandt, who was temporarily hiding behind him, began to recite the spell silently and cast a clone spell. When the spell was finished, a white light flashed, and dozens of Brants with flame swords in their hands stood in a row. Brant felt the magic in his body be drained in an instant, and at this moment he would fight in the manner of a knight. And the clones he conjured up could last at least half an hour as long as they weren't hit by the enemy's weapons.

Several Targaryen soldiers were so frightened that they shivered and their feet trembled. They had never seen such a mysterious spell, and even ordinary magic was only a few of them who had ever seen it.

The continent of Vialas reveres the power of knights, and mages have become almost rare beings in this world, and at the same time synonymous with terror. Only the most intelligent and self-disciplined apprentices will be able to follow the path of mage. The mage's existing arcane skills are both powerful and dangerous, so they only pass on their skills to their most loyal apprentices.

It is possible for a powerful mage to take only one or two apprentices in his lifetime, or it may not take any apprentices. This is one of the reasons why the wizards are becoming more and more scarce in the continent of Vialas.

Brandt and his doppelgangers gather together to form a small defensive phalanx, which can both deter the enemy and effectively defend against enemy attacks.

Sir Leon, who was fighting the enemy, looked at the familiar face, but he was surprised not by one Brandt, but by a dozen Brandts. He knew that Brant was a magician, but he had never seen such a spell. What puzzled Lord Belmont even more was how he suddenly appeared here?

The glow of the sky gradually faded, crimson turned red, Wei red turned light red, and finally, when the qiē red light disappeared, the sky, which suddenly seemed high and far away, took on a solemn look.

"Bump... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Bump...", the Targaryen soldiers retreated again in defeat. The entire city wall had been dyed red with blood, and hundreds of corpses lay on the wide corridors, both enemies and companions, some with their throats cut, some pierced through their chests, some with their hands and feet cut off, and some with their heads smashed and their brains splattered. (To be continued......)