Heimarian Odyssey

The Sherro remnants surrounded by the center stared closely at the Folstein soldiers who were less than two steps away from them in front of them. The Folstein soldiers also looked at these Sherlo soldiers fiercely as if they were looking at their prey.

"kill!"

"kill!"……

The encircled Sherlo remnants and the Folstein soldiers who surrounded them, after less than a moment of sight, all the soldiers attacked and shouted killings.

"Puff! Puff!"

"Ah! Uh!"

With his hand up and down, Charlotte's remnants fell in a circle.

"Puff! Puff!"

Once again, the sword fell, and the Charlotte soldiers surrounded by a ball fell again.

The battle is not at a rank at all. The resistance of the remaining soldiers of Charlotte is not even a struggle. Without the strongholds of the city, they have no way to face the Faustian soldiers dozens of times.

The remaining Charlotte soldiers in this square now look like two or three hundred people, and the Forstan soldiers are nearly ten thousand.

After two rounds of slashing and killing, the Charlotte soldiers shrank again, leaving only less than fifty people. The ordinary soldiers were almost dead. Now they are standing with armored generals or nobles.

King Charlotte covered with bright red blood on his face was still standing there with his scepter. The old man was now straighter than the waist of most Charlotte nobles present.

"Tick, tick" The blood slipped from the king's face, not knowing whether it was his blood or someone else's blood.

The top of the walking stick that represents the king's power is also red, and there is some brain blood left on it. It seems that this king is not an ordinary person.

Marquis Philip on the other side was coughing constantly, and as he choked, a little blood spurted from the mouth of the marquis.

Unlike the king who was defended in the center, His Royal Highness was also the target of the first attack by the soldiers of Forstan. The head of a marquis was not worth much.

"Slap, slap, slap." There was a round of applause, and the surrounding Folstein soldiers consciously gave out a passage for people to walk.

Prince Kensell stepped over with his long sword. The Marquis de Marmen and the Marquis of Westia followed from left to right.

"Old King, you are really old and strong." Prince Kensell didn't know whether he really praised or took the opportunity to tease.

Although King Charlotte had a long life in his fifties, he still smashed the brains of several Fostein soldiers with great force just now.

King Charlotte looked at Prince Kensell's spirit at this moment, and had to sigh, "The next generation is awesome."

"He has a good son!" the old king said. This ‘him’ refers, of course, to His Majesty the King of the Kingdom of Forstan. It seems that King Charlotte and King Forstan are still old-fashioned.

"Announcing surrender, I can save you a life!" Prince Kensel raised his scabbard and said to King Charlotte in front of him.

"Hahaha." The old king seemed to hear something funny and laughed. "dream!"

Prince Kensell no matter where King Charlotte was laughing nervously, he did not plan that the old man would actually surrender and turned to look at Marquis Philip.

It wasn’t Marquis Philip’s character, but Prince Kensell was curious.

Charlotte’s three pillars, whether it was Marquis Clark or Marquis Campbell, impressed Prince Kensell and caused an indelible loss to the Forstan army. He wanted to see what this last Marquis Philip was Kind of.

Prince Kensell was disappointed, and Marquis Philip had neither a majestic physique nor a striking demeanor. This is just an ordinary middle-aged man.

If a definition is necessary, it is the keen eyes revealed between the eyebrows, which makes the marquis look very savvy. Through the title of the marquis, Prince Kensell was not surprised.

"That's the case." Prince Kensell turned around and left, walking towards the palace hall of Charlotte.

The faint voice of the prince came "Send two adults on the road!"

"Kill! Kill!"

"Kill! Kill!"

Countless Forstin soldiers rushed to the encircled King Shirlow and his entourage, leaving only dozens of remaining Shirlo remnants, and also issued a final cry.

Among them, King Charlotte and Marquis Philip are the most popular.

It's a pity that their cry and resistance can't turn up any waves. After a collision of swords and armor, only a dead body and blood were left on the ground...

On the clouds above the city head, four people were looking at this scene in the palace under the city. Everyone's face moved slightly, and their hearts felt different.

"It's over!" one of the four men dressed as a knight said first.

"Yeah... it's over..." the old man wearing a hood sighed, looking like the only magician among the four.

The remaining two did not speak, as if they were only supporting characters. One of them was actually the deputy commander of the Eagle Legion, Marquis de Sandro, one of the four marquises of Forstan.

Interestingly, headed by the knight who spoke first, the Marquis of Sandro and another knight were faintly triangular, enveloping the magician in the center.

"You don't have to be excited, since I promised not to shoot, I will not go against it." This old man is Charlotte's guardian, the official magician, and Master Kareda.

"The magician attaches great importance to the oath, not much worse than the beliefs you knights follow!" said Master Kareda.

"It's best!" Of these three knights, of course, the head of the Roma knight, Folstein is actually the strongest.

Unlike the Kareda magician who has been watching the game lightly, the Roma knight and other three people around him will be more nervous. Fearing that the magician can't help it, throw a large magic below.

With the horror strength of a formal magician, a little more serious magic continues, and the casualties of ordinary people are calculated by thousands.

Forstan has won. The three knights standing at the apex of Forstan don't want their country and army to suffer any inexplicable losses.

The Karred Magician didn't say much, but flew slowly towards the rear of the Charlotte Palace. He had reached an agreement with the Rider Knight and he was able to take his apprentice away safely. This is a preferential treatment belonging to the strong.

Before leaving, Carrida Magician sent a message composed of mental power to the mind of the Roma Knight, and the lips of the Knight Cavaliator moved slightly, answering the questions in the message composed of the spiritual strength of the Carrida Wizard.

After listening to the Karred Magician, his face was clear, and after a sigh, he flew down.

The problem with the Karred Magician is very simple. The Marquis Clark is clearly the best among the official knights, the genius who has been documented in the Omor Empire, why Folstein can kill the Marquis Clark.

In the final analysis, the **** defeat of Gordon Heights was the main reason for Charlotte's destruction.

"You killed Clarke's child two years ago, won't the Cavaliers Hall trouble you?" This is the original message in Master Kareda's spiritual message.

Just as the official magician will be bound by the holy tower, the strong who has reached the official knight level will also be registered in the knight palace.

Every strong person who has reached the official level is a precious asset that is rare in the plane. Any loss will cause the two major organizations to pay attention.

If there is no valid reason, the punishment of the Knights Hall for the Kingdom of Forstan should be issued soon. It is not impossible for a knight who ordered to participate in the killing of the Marquis Clark.

Although it is not as strong as the protection of the official magician by the Santa, the welfare of the knight palace is not low, otherwise why so many formal knights will choose to join this organization.

The answer given by Roma Knight is simple.

"I actually advanced to the Land Knight two years ago." The Knight of Roma is not close to the existence of a second-level creature, but has reached the Land Knight two years ago-

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