Chapter 957

On the other side of the castle, a stage play called "slaughter" is gradually entering a climax.

When they saw that the enemy had only dozens of ELF warriors, the panicked black blade mercenaries quickly recovered their morale.

After two defensive battles, the mercenaries also learned something about their enemies - these "long eared warriors" are really powerful. I'm afraid only Byrne Knights dare say they can win one-on-one; But coincidentally, they are not good at dealing with heavy infantry in formation.

What's more, what they mercenaries are good at is group fighting!

With bloodthirsty laughter, the mercenaries quickly gathered into a formation of six to eight people, waving ferocious chain hammers and cold flashing halberds to the elves.

In the face of fierce mercenaries with no sense of honor, the elf warriors, who are few enemies, do not hesitate to draw their swords and charge, and burst into their front without changing their face.

Between the blood splashing, the mercenaries retreated first.

At the moment of confrontation, the mercenaries in the front row flew into the air with their heads in order!

The indifferent Elven warriors are like emotionless killing machines, waving Azores long knives like light and shadow with fast hands, maintaining a compact team formation, and breaking into the front of mercenaries from the center.

Facing the Azor long Sabre forged with secret silver in the hands of the royal court warriors, the shield of the mercenaries is no harder than a piece of wood;

Their chain hammers could not touch the bodies of the warriors at all;

Heavy armor is only a drag; The gaps between those armor are full of flaws!

This is not a battle, this is a massacre - there is neither the morale of the Legion soldiers to fight to the end, nor the flexibility of the demon hunters. In the face of the top "four court" warriors of the Azores, the mercenaries have no room to fight back.

The ferocity of the enemy and the ferocity and chaos of the battle were far beyond their imagination.

They want to run for their lives, but the blade behind them follows;

They want to kneel down and beg for mercy, but what they welcome is a sharp blade that cuts off their heads;

Fear makes them tenacious, but they can only become the target of the enemy's knife test;

The only thing you can do is cry before you die.

"Help --!"

"No, no!"

"Spare me! Spare... Ah!"

"Let me live!"

"Surrender! I surrender!"

"Reinforcements, call reinforcements!"

"We were abandoned!"

The sound of killing sounded throughout the ancient castle, and the mercenaries fell in pieces.

However, the Elven warriors of the imperial court are still executing the orders of the second imperial court, Shira, "obstruct the enemy's defense and buy time for the imperial court warriors".

If you want to buy time, of course, the best way is to kill all the enemies.

The fairy girl standing in the back row hummed a lovely tune as if she hadn't seen anything. Her feet in small leather boots kept popping "water flowers" in the pool of blood and gently patted her fleshy cheeks.

The battle on the opposite side has gradually come to an end. The defeated mercenaries on the whole line die and escape - most of them are scattered in situ, while about one fifth of the mercenaries hide in the inner castle and rely on the wall pier to "fight to death".

Of course, there is not much difference between the two results in the eyes of the Elven warriors in the imperial court.

"Lord Shira, the enemy has been basically eliminated, and the rest are fleeing to the inner castle." an elf warrior stepped forward and reported to the second minister of the imperial court: "what do you want to do next?"

"Of course, occupy some key positions of the castle as soon as possible, block the city gate from reinforcements, and kill those deserters." the elf girl raised her head and glanced at him with dissatisfaction:

"Do you still need to be told?"

"But..." the elf warrior stopped talking, as if he had something to hide.

"Why?" she tilted her little head, and Shira's expression became more impatient.

"Adjutant Alexandra seems to be in a fierce battle with the enemy. So far, the result has not been determined. Do you think we should..."

"Support?" Sheila widened her eyes and looked at him strangely: "is your head funny? What's good for us?"

"But after all, they all carried out the orders of his highness rodria. If they failed, wouldn't they..."

"If you fail, it must be the fault of that smelly guy Alexandra. Anyway, it is definitely not the lovely Shira!" the fairy girl with wide eyes tooted her mouth: "we have done everything we should do, so it must be her who is wrong. She is responsible, not us!"

"She's the one who died. It's Alexandra!"

"Yes..." the elf warrior bowed his head and had to turn the topic to the other side:

"In addition, about the enemy of the inner castle... Do you want to consider that this may be the enemy's trap."

"Of course it's a trap!" the elf girl interrupted him again.

The elf warrior was silent.

"Otherwise, why do you think the enemy's defense is so lax? Who is fighting with Alexandra? Don't you understand after seeing the battle in the daytime?" Shira raised her mouth:

"Our opponent... The prince's opponent, the Duke of Byrne, is as confident and conceited as the fool Ogan, but with a little more cleverness."

"He designed this trap to lure us into the hook; but in order to ensure that the castle will not fall, he must have more backhands to guard against this; guess what is his biggest card for a conceited guy?"

The elf warrior shed a cold sweat and hesitated:

"... himself?"

With her little head tilted, Shira smiled.

"People really want to see the guy who can kill the stupid Ogan." the corner of her mouth evokes a crescent like arc, and the elf girl provokes her flawless big eyes:

"I'm afraid that when I see the lovely Shira, I can't help but want to kill someone else?"

"So in order to prevent him from doing so, before meeting him... Shira has to be prepared."

As she spoke, the fairy girl slowly pulled out the short knife from her back, turned the handle of the knife, raised her jade finger's right hand, played the nonexistent strings in the air and danced up and down.

With the silent movement, the corpse of the fallen mercenary in the pool of blood began to move, struggle and twitch... Like a puppet dragged with silk thread, stood up rigidly and picked up the weapon dropped on the ground.

In front of the fairy girl, the stiff "puppets" arranged in two neat rows in the city, bowed their heads and "sent her off" as she stepped into the gate of the inner castle, with a respectful "look" like a servant of a princess.

Humming a happy tune, Shira with small hands on her back jumped into the inner castle; Behind her, the Elven warriors of the imperial court have completely blocked all the entrances and exits of the whole inner castle, not even a corner is left.

Outside, all the defenders of the castle have become her dolls, which surround the castle.

Under the snare of heaven and earth, how on earth will the Duke of Byrne defeat himself, even all his people, recapture the castle or escape?

What a great expectation!

The elf girl who was too excited to restrain herself stood in front of the door of the inner Castle hall, playfully raised her right hand and gently pressed it on the door handle.

"Creak ~"

With the sound of the old door shaft, the door was pushed open.

Smiling Shira leaned out her little head without hesitation and looked excitedly into the door

"Who... Are you?"

The smile was frozen on the elf girl's face, and a pair of eyes stared at the thin figure opposite without blinking.

Although she only caught a glimpse from a distance during the day, it is certain that the guy in front of Ogan was not the one who killed him!

"Oh, you say me? I'm a loctite, certified by eboden wizard tower, a mentor level wizard, the successor of the Dragon King tower, and a unique mystical and literary wizard from the past 200 years to the next 200 years..."

With a long list of names, the tall and thin figure stood up from behind the desk proudly and looked at the elf girl who was stunned after entering the door:

"Isaac Grantham... Welcome, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Wait for me?"

"Yes, Lauren told me there would be guests tonight. It took me a lot of trouble to get him to promise me to stay and 'entertain' you... Well, it's not a simple job."

Sitting in front of the desk with a chair and sighing, Isaac didn't forget to roll his eyes: "you may not understand, but this student of mine has an inexplicable desire for protection. I don't know how to convince him that I don't need his protection; on the contrary, I can help or even protect him."

"But... He did help me a lot with his power and wealth, otherwise I could not have achieved what I am now; therefore, in my opinion, it is very necessary and reasonable to meet his desire for protection and help him with my research results."

"Can you understand my popular explanation with your intelligence, elf little sister?" Isaac looked at her very considerate.

Shira is completely stupid.

This guy... Who is it?

Listening to his tone, he seemed to be very close to Duke Byrne; In other words, if you kill or capture him alive, it should be a great achievement, right?

The fairy girl with a moving heart held the handle of the knife, gently touched the five fingers of her right hand in the air, and then

"Don't waste your energy, elf little sister." Isaac sighed, as if he saw someone making a fool in front of him. "Didn't you notice when you entered the door? Or are you too slow to remember now?"

"This room... No, it should be the whole inner castle. I compiled and engraved the silent Rune - not the simplified version of the church, but the controllable enhanced version designed by me with reference to the Dragon King tower - your simple and ridiculous' Samurai way 'can't be used here."

"Really, I thought that the death of the guy named Ogan could make you remember more or less. How do you feel that your brain is more stupid and naive than those rural relatives in your ancient wood forest?"

He rolled up his white eyes and gave a "bang" to Isaac, who was dismissive of his shoulder.

The next second, the figure of the fairy girl rushed at him without warning!

"Dang!"

The sharp tip of the knife stopped three steps away between the two, and the ice blue "transparent wall" blocked the blade.

Isaac remained calm in his original position.

"Ice barrier?" Sheila was surprised at first, then chuckled and said, "what do people think it is? So this is your card... Sir Isaac Grantham?"

"You know what? The emperor in the heavenly palace thought this thing could protect him, but the result was..."

Looking at the fairy girl who suddenly showed a strange smile, she was a little unhappy: "what are you laughing at?"

"Nothing, just a little impatient." Isaac shook his head, smiled tightly, got up from the chair, walked to the edge of the ice barrier, and looked at Sheila almost at zero distance:

"Do you know where the gap between us and the beast is, elf little sister?"

Shira was silent. The confidence of the guy opposite made her inexplicably flustered.

"The simplest difference..." Isaac raised his right index finger. "Beasts only know how to use their instinct, experience and brute force. They can't think."

"We have wisdom, we can make judgments or subjective assumptions through the objective nature of things, we can summarize our own methodology - thinking, and let us be higher than them."

"So in my eyes, you, the night watchman, mutant monsters, alchemists, demon hunters, some evil gods... Even my dear brother Loren, are basically no different from beasts."

"Fuck your poor wisdom, simply and rudely use the power that can change the appearance of the world, and throw it around like stones

It's a shame to say you're inferior. "

Isaac gradually restrained his smile: "of course, brother Loren still has some special cleverness, which even I can't help admiring; but you, little elf sister... I'm worried about whether you can understand what I mean now."

"So after communicating with brother Loren for a while, I decided to teach you a lesson in person and deeply understand how stupid and ignorant I am in a way you can understand."

Then Isaac patted the desk behind him:

"There is a magic array on it. I can detonate 215 associated magic arrays in the inner castle at the same time as long as I touch it. Although they are all magic spells, the igniter and fire oil tank nearby are enough to kill all of you."

At that moment, Shira's face finally showed the color of fear and looked behind her in a panic:

"Hey! You, you must be joking, right?! ha, ha ha... That's right. If you want to kill all of us, even you..."

"Safe and sound." Isaac's cold words broke her fantasy: "as I said, your thinking ability is basically the same as that of wild animals - calculate the power and amplitude of the explosion and the affected area to ensure that the building is not affected..."

"In your imagination, it should be impossible, right?"

"People, people..." the elf girl retreated helplessly and looked at Isaac like a devil.

"Yes, that's the expression - I guess that's the expression of the soldiers you killed before they died." Isaac slowly raised his right hand and pressed the table behind him:

"Take a good look, study hard, and then remember this lesson."

"Your last lesson."