In the early morning, the sun showed out on the snow-capped hills outside the city of Odis, and after a glimmer of light accompanied by a cold wind, the ruins of the city that had been burning all night were finally burned out and turned into coke and extinguished.

King Charlotte reversed the decadence of the previous month, and ordered the only remaining maids and guards in the palace to serve him to change clothes, gorgeous king's robes, heavy crowns, and exquisite canes, King Charlotte seemed to have returned to his youth, how high-spirited he was at that time, and wanted to do something great.

However, the truth is always much different from what I imagined when I was young.

Most of the palace maids and guards escaped last night. Although the palace guards have been vigorously stopping the escape, the situation has not improved, and even within the guards themselves, there are people fleeing.

The palace guards are different from the iron armored janissaries, there are many noble children among them, most of them are stuffed by the elders of the family to mix their qualifications, who will stay here at this time to die.

The palace guards have long been corroded from the bones, but they have been washed by others with a glossy appearance.

"Forget it, if they want to escape, let them escape. In the end, it was King Charlotte who spoke, the old king had been completely defeated, and he had naively thought that with the fortified weapons of the city of Odis, he could stop the attack of the Faustins.

Even a week of Luan battles made him think that Faustin was nothing more than that.

However, after only one night of all-out impact, the guards of Otis City collapsed like a river dam bursting its banks. Not only did it shatter the last of Otis City's defenses, but it also shattered King Charlot's ambition.

The maids and servants in the palace, run away if you want, the king doesn't care anymore, these people are also Charlotte's people after all, and the old king doesn't want to see them buried for himself.

Yes, it was a funeral, and King Charlotte decided to live and die with Charlotte.

In the palace, there is also a teleportation array made by Master Maris, the 'Yellow and White Warlock', who spent countless precious materials. It can teleport 10 people to an area 20 kilometers away at a time, and can operate five times a day if there are enough energy crystals. King Charlotte wanted to leave, but no one could stop him.

Faustin's magicians don't yet have the power to interfere with this distance teleportation.

It has to be said that in the field of alchemy, Master Maris of Charlotte has surpassed his mentor, Charlotte's guardian and official magician Kareda.

In fact, as early as the beginning of the siege of Faustin's army, Charlotte's royal family had already retreated in an orderly manner, because the teleportation personnel were scarce, and the magic fluctuations were deliberately covered, and Faustan had not noticed it.

Just last night, King Charlotte watched his eldest son, Charlot's prince, disappear into the portal.

"Your Majesty, the Marquis of Philippe asks to see you. A general hurried into the palace hall and reported to the king.

When the city was broken, the king already knew about Marquis Philip's formation of a convoy of escapees, but this time he didn't stop him, he thought Marquis Philip had done enough. From this point of view, King Charlotte is a rare gentleman, and he didn't think about letting everyone bury him.

Marquis Philip did not leave, but entered the palace at this time, and the king showed a trace of surprise. "Biography!"

After receiving the order, the general hurriedly retreated. Faustin's army was just outside the palace, and the siege had begun in some places, and his general was now busy to death.

In a short time, the Marquis de Philip strode into the palace.

"Your Majesty!" Marquis Philip wore a marquis python robe, and walked to the top of the main hall, just like King Charlotte, the current Marquis Philip also wore a brand new official robe.

"I didn't expect that in the end, it was you, an old friend, who was with me. King Charlotte sighed.

One of Charlotte's three pillars, Marquis Clarke was only thirty years old, and he was given the nickname of 'God of War', and Marquis Campbell was the illegitimate son of King Charlotte, only Marquis Philip, strictly speaking, the king's contemporary. Both are in their fifties.

The Marquis of Philippe did not say much, he proved his determination with his actions.

"Go! follow me to meet the enemy!" the old man-like King Charlotte laughed, and with a heroic wave of the king's scepter, he walked out of the palace. In addition to the Marquis Philip, only some young Zhuang nobles and Charlotte generals remained.

Outside the palace, Prince Kensel rode his war horse and was surrounded by a crowd of nobles and generals around him. Looking at the glittering Eaves of the Charlotte Palace, Prince Kensel is full of grandeur.

"Marquis Mammon, how is the battle in the city now?" Prince Kensel asked Marquis Marmmon beside him with a smile as he waved his horsewhip.

"The resistance everywhere is not very fierce, it has been suppressed, and now only the palace has not been completely captured, but some areas have been breached. The Marquis of Mammon replied.

"Marquis of West Asia, how is the progress of the Heroic Legion?" Prince Kensel asked the Marquis of West Asia on the other side.

Because the Xiongfeng Legion was the last to participate in the battle, the losses were the lowest among the three major legions, and the main force to attack the palace was the soldiers of the Xiongfeng Legion.

"The main gate has been taken, all the side gates have been surrounded, and now the soldiers are attacking the front door of the palace hall. The Marquis of West Asia replied.

The main hall of the royal palace is usually the place where the king and his nobles deliberate, and once the front door is captured, it can be said that Charlotte's royal palace has been completely opened to the soldiers of Faustin.

"Let's go, let's go to the front door!" Prince Kensel slapped his horse and led the generals to the front door, he wanted to see the fall of the Charlotte kingdom with his own eyes, and he wanted to plant the banner of Faustin on the palace of Charlotte with his own hands.

It was now the end of the decisive battle between the two countries, and almost all of Faustin's current military leaders had gathered on either side of Prince Kensel, and a group of people were driving towards the Charlotte Palace.

When King Charlotte reached the front door of the palace, the remnants of the Charlotte garrison were fighting bloody battles with the soldiers of the siege of Forstein, and although the number of people was very different, the remnants of the Charlotte army were extremely fierce. This is Charlotte's last remaining elite.

There is a way that two fists are hard to defeat with four hands, although the Charlotte defenders resisted fiercely, but in the face of the Faustin soldiers who exceeded their own several times and dozens of times, they could only be helplessly drowned by the sea of people, and they did not even turn out a wave.

As soon as King Charlot approached the front door, he saw this scene: a crowd of countless Forstein soldiers, dividing and shattering the stubbornly resisting Charlotte soldiers.

Just as these Charlotte soldiers, who had stood to the end, were about to be swallowed up by the Faustinians, someone shouted "His Majesty is here!"

The Charlotte soldiers looked back sharply and saw that their King Majesty was so close to them.

The soldier, who was already exhausted, burst out of his chest again, and stubbornly blocked the attack of the Forstein soldiers.

"Block it, Your Majesty is behind!"

"You must stop these bastards and keep Your Majesty safe!"

"Hold on!"

“。。。。。。。 "Every Charlotte soldier who was still standing at the head of the city burst out with endless fighting spirit.

Seeing this, the guards and generals around King Charlotte also drew their swords and rushed to the head of the city, and together with the soldiers, they resisted the Faustins.

Although their numbers are far from enough compared to the Faustin soldiers, it is just such a few people, and King Charlot himself, to give these Charlotte soldiers who are defending the city a shot in the arm.

Similarly, the soldiers of Forstan who were besieging the city could not guess the identity of the old man behind the city wall who was wearing a yellow ornate robe, wearing a crown and holding a scepter.

One by one, as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, they rushed to the head of the city with their necks, spears and swords. Judging by their momentum, they were not much lower than the Charlotte defenders.

Faustin's military exploits in the army are directly linked to his own gains. The more enemies you kill, the higher the rank or status of the enemy, and the more military merit you will gain.

King Charlotte's military merit bounty Faustin has not been announced, but a soldier in the head of a recent earl has exchanged 1,000 points for military merit.

1000 points, even if you exchange it for the lowest value of Dele, it is also 1000 Jindler. A king's head is worth more than an earl, that's the thought of every Faustan soldier.

"I want the old man's head!" shouted a very vicious-looking man of Forstein, brandishing a great axe, apparently the squadron leader of a certain regiment.

Before the words fell, a fine iron arrow pierced the big man's face, "Bang!" The big man fell to the ground in response.

There are still a lot of capable soldiers in the remnants of the Charlotte army, not to mention anything else, there are several knights at the mid-level squire level, and King Charlotte's head is not so easy to hold.

But the sheer danger did not dampen the enthusiasm of the Faustin soldiers.

The corpse of the fallen man was only a stepping stone for the soldiers who followed, and more Faustin soldiers rushed to the front gate and headed for King Charlotte.

"He's mine!"

"Don't let him run!"

"Chase, chase!"

"There, he's there!"

“。。。。。。 ”

Most of the Faustin soldiers who fought here were regular legions of the three major legions, and few noble private armies were mixed in.

The soldiers of these regular legions, unlike Locke, who were essentially subordinate to the aristocracy, were able to fight from time to time and earn extra money.

Regardless of the fact that the soldiers of the regular corps are better equipped and are better treated. Their only way to advance is through military merit, and most of their financial resources come from military salaries.

Now seeing the moving gold mountain of King Charlotte, every Faustin soldier is full of energy to win this first prize.

The madness of Faustin's soldiers made it not long for the defense of the front door of the palace to be breached, and as soon as the front door was broken, there was nothing left in the palace of Charlotte to hold on.

Behind the front door is a wide square, through which the nobles and ministers of Charlotte go down and go to the palace, where they used to talk and laugh with their colleagues, but now blood and limbs are flying everywhere.

Countless Faustin soldiers surrounded the last remaining Charlotte soldiers, and at the center of the encirclement stood the current King Charlotte.

His Majesty's gorgeous robe was stained with a little blood at some point, and the crown of thorns on his head was also deviated a lot in the chaos.

Behind the king stood the Marquis Philip with a long sword, and the marquis also had a thin golden silkworm armor under his python robe, and it was this silkworm armor that saved the life of Marquis Philip.

Marquis Philip, a high-ranking squire, was just targeted by the masters in Faustin's army, and a scratch on his back from his neck to his left waist is proof of this.

If it weren't for this armor, Marquis Philip would have been dismembered by Faustin's master who was hiding among the ordinary soldiers.