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At the moment, Wahlendenberg is already in chaos.

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“Preparation -” Knight-Captain raised his hand: “Put!”

Called a light sound, an arrow flew high, crossed a beautiful parabola, and flew to the distant city of Bruglas.

The wind blew the paper hua hua in the hands of Princess Gryphine. She held her long hair and raised her head, looking at the distant city with a beautiful scorpion.

Under the cover of dozens of multi-headed hydra, White Lion Guards has begun to attack the city –

The giant beast is tall and tall, they are almost flush with the city wall, just need to lean over and let the sergeant on the back of the tower down the long ladder, so that the commandos can directly rush to the city.

The Forest Elf and the Centaur shooter above the tower are the nightmare of the noble private army. After losing the advantage of the city’s condescending position, the anti-line defense of Golan Elson has become a bubble.

Not to mention the Valkyries that flew past the air, under their pressure, the only Wyvern Knight of Bruglas could not do it.

It took only a quarter of an hour to get a white flag on the head of Bruglas.

Above the castle, Goran Elson Archduke silently watched the land he had ruled.

The smoky smog in the city, the flash of Magic, which has been approaching, reminds him that the failure is approaching.

He stood in the wind with some sorrow, and his heart was full of unwillingness – why would he lose? The coalition not only received support from all the nobles, but also had the intelligence provided by the Origin Association, not to mention the support of the powerful Sasaarland people.

Why can you lose, or lose so thoroughly.

As if overnight, Aouine’s history was completely rewritten.

Everything is like the re-enactment of the Ampere Searl battle, a battle that can change the history of a kingdom. After World War I, all the illusions are like a bubble.

It is also a Trentheim person.

Why are people always Trentheim?

Duke slammed a punch on the battlefield. If he knew that the damn Darus’ grandson was under one’s own, he would have found the bastard early and sentenced him to death. But the idea was just an unrealistic vent. He shook his head and filled his heart with remorse – he was too eager to lose everything.

“Adult, we have to go.” The attendant came up from behind and pulled his sleeve and whispered: “if we don’t go now, it’ll be too late.”

Goran Elson Archduke nodded, who has always been a cautious person, can see this from his layout in the Riedenburg villa castle. Two times War of Black Rose, he is the one who ran the fastest, and almost every time he was not punished, this is evident.

Everyone knows that this Duke is a typical political speculator, but this time he is too forgetful to fall to the present situation. Even so, he arranged a path for himself, even if he was deprived of nobility status, but at least Wealth, who was taken from Bruglas, was enough to make him enjoy his old age.

What’s more, nobles may not be completely dead, they will always have a resurgence day, he can wait.

He regretted to finally take a look at this once owned one’s own city.

Then he followed the attendant and left the roof of the castle.

But just entering the hall, the waiter made a scream and fell on his back. Goran Elson Archduke stared at the middle-aged man with a crossbow that suddenly appeared in front of him, and the swaying swaying of the tail feathers in his attendant throat.

It is a lonely middle age person.

The hair was unkempt, and the face was covered with dust, but only a pair of eyes were still shining. Although the clothes on his body can still be seen in the style of its noble, it has already been ragged and dirty, as if it had been picked up from the garbage dump.

But it was such a person who was politely lightly smiled to Archduke, and then two people came out of the door behind him.

One of Duke’s horror to recognize one of them is a low level member of his Council of Nobles – he remembers this person seems to be called Habuch, and it is said that a son is working in White Lion Legion, which is quite trusted by Her Highness the Princess.

And it is such a person – the plains and the nest, the person who is careful to take care of the person, the person who is not guilty of sin – at this moment, holding a bloody long sword, looking at him coldly.

And another person, Goran Elson Duke did not know, but it made him more afraid. Because of this Knight dress, a man who looks plain and unpretentious, holding a long sword at the moment, wearing a delicate badge on his body, and a candle on the badge is shining.

That is the CandleLight Emblem.

Throughout Aouine, there is only one such thing.

“Scott, thank you for bringing us here,” the middle age person smiled and said to Knight, full of respect in his tone: “If you don’t mind, then the more I will be replaced.”

Knight looked at Golan Elson Archduke and silently nodded.

“Oberbeck…” Goran Elson Archduke sounds a bit hoarse: “You win, why kill to the last one.”