Chapter 117

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha..."

Wheezing will Senna smiled in a trembling voice, "you... You must be lying to me!"

"Yes, it's just a trick to make me mess. There can't be any trap! How can you know... How can you know when we'll do it?!"

Will, who tried hard to explain to himself, saw Lauren's compassionate expression. Trembling cheeks, only a forced smile, and a false calm panic.

"Dong."

Suddenly there was a slight muffled sound from the door close behind him, and will's nervous body almost froze.

"Goodwill" Lauren gently snapped his fingers and the door opened. Will senna, with a stiff smile, turned his head a little, stared at the crack of the open door with frightened eyes, and his pupils contracted bit by bit.

"Lord will Senna... Help us... That, that demon... Is coming..."

The crawling soldiers dragged out a long trail of blood in the corridor behind them. They raised their withered right hand like a broken puppet and fell to the ground.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Screaming will Senna fell to the ground and tried to hide back like running for his life. He even forgot to stand up. He collapsed on the ground and retreated with his hands and feet until he hit the black haired wizard behind him.

"Well... A little longer than I thought, even if you win, Lord will Senna."

The expressionless Loren said in a very indifferent tone, even too lazy to take a look at the people on the ground.

"I'm wrong, I'm really wrong, I don't want to die!" wailing will Senna pulled the corner of Loren's clothes and begged desperately: "spare me, please spare me! It's all forced by Barry and Barry Senna. It's all their attention. It has nothing to do with me!"

"I'm sorry, but I don't have that power. The only person who can forgive you is Reuven Fred, your count master."

Loren looked at him with "regret", his dark pupils glittered with strange luster, and the index finger of his right hand gently picked up his chin: "but maybe you can prove your loyalty with action."

"What, what do you mean?"

"The senna family's army must be not far from the castle now, ready to 'fight the rebellion', right?" Loren squatted down slowly and looked directly at his frightened eyes: "I want you to give them a signal to tell Barry senna and his dog legs that you have succeeded."

With Loren's voice, will was like a prey watched by a beast and couldn't move.

"You, you don't want to..."

"Yes, it's your only choice." taking the dagger from his hand, Loren put the blade against will's neck: "only one of you and Barry can live."

"But you are forcing me to betray my family!"

"Really? But you are the servant of the count. According to tradition, shouldn't you always be loyal to your master?"

With a little sarcasm, Lauren gently raised his mouth and said, "you said it yourself. Now it's time to test your loyalty to the count."

Will senna, with his pupils dilated and trembling, made his last choice.

The dark night sky gradually becomes clear. Although it is still early in the morning, white light has gradually appeared in the eastern sky. The dawn that has not yet risen is announcing the beginning of a new day.

The castle guards who had been fighting all night were still sticking to the wall and pushing the refugees down again bit by bit.

This is a battle with no end in sight. No matter how many times the soldiers struggle, like a gray tide, a steady stream of refugees will still climb up again, exhaust their last breath and roar out their anger.

But the castle guards on the city wall could not show their determination to kill these refugees from beginning to end - the castle would have been lost if there were no guards, knights and elves waving spears and throwing guns.

Count ruven Friede was hiding in the castle and Loren Turin was missing. The soldiers didn't even know who they were fighting for.

Only the desire to survive is supporting them. If the refugees break down the gate, the whole castle will turn to ashes in front of the roaring tide!

Whether it is the guard knights in the rear line, the castle guards defended with shields, or the refugees who rush up the wall and wave sticks, daggers and broken swords, they are holding on to their last breath.

The heavily armed soldiers, carried by the ragged refugees, jumped down the wall together; Knights wielding long swords fought with enemies ten times their own, spitting blood and falling to the ground; The refugees who fell to the ground became flesh and blood trampled by countless soles of their feet and disappeared in the gray tide

The elves wielding long guns and short spears, led by Luca, surrounded and suppressed the refugees who had crossed the city wall and rushed into the tower.

Seeing the increasingly anxious city wall, Luca was more and more worried - he brought the most elite war dancers among the elves and his closest brothers.

These soldiers should become the walls to protect the settlement when the ogre invades, rather than being consumed in the internal struggle of mankind!

No matter how brave they are, they will certainly suffer casualties if they continue to fight like this; But if you withdraw now, the soldiers and guard knights on the city wall alone will never stop the enemy.

Although I have only met a few times, many of them are strangers. But Luca couldn't bear to watch these fresh lives die because of himself.

Loren Turin, what the hell is he doing?!

In this way, the castle can't be kept! The wizard who convinced himself by one side was unprepared. He must have a way to end the battle.

At the moment when the elf raised his head, a golden red light beam suddenly rose slowly from the castle and looked incomparably dazzling in the dark sky.

What's that?

Confused Luca watched the red light beam rise and burst a dazzling spot over the castle. Before he could figure out what was going on, the continuous sound of the horn came from outside the castle.

Two or three steps up the wall, standing at the top of the tower, looking into the distance, Luca saw something approaching in the wilderness outside the castle.

Soon, a colorful swallow tail flag had appeared in his vision. It seemed that they could hear their footsteps from the approaching low hills and the snowflakes.

It's the army led by the count of shenlinbao -!

Although he doesn't know all kinds of swallow tail flags, the front is the heraldry flag of the Seine family. Of course, he knows that he has been dealing with shenlinbao all year round.

The soldiers of Shenlin castle, who had taken firm steps, did not even encounter sporadic resistance, so they rushed directly into the rear of the besieged Castle refugees.

Although there were only a few hundred soldiers, it was already in a hurry that most of the count led all the troops that could be assembled - the Knights facing Duke lottel were certainly not enough, but their opponents were not equally disciplined soldiers.

The ragged and even unarmed civilians have no chance of winning in the face of such a heavily armed army.

The "leaders" who led the refugees to rush up the city wall and wield long swords and knocked open the stone throwing machine of the city wall are all gone now, leaving only themselves with a blank face and only a cavity of blood and anger.

The refugees under the city wall immediately broke out in great chaos. When the castle and the periphery were attacked on both sides, they were like beasts falling into a trap. They struggled desperately, but they had long lost the power of resistance.

Many civilians directly threw away their weapons and knelt on the ground crying and begging for mercy. All that was left of the noisy wave of refugees was a cry of sadness and fear.

"Please, please spare me, for the sake of the Holy Cross!"

"Bah! You deserve to say Holy Cross, bitch!" the soldier spit hard and kicked the kneeling civilians away. However, he waved his long sword fiercely.

"For the count, for the Seine family, kill them all --!"

"Kill them all -!!!!"