Release that Witch

Crazy, this guy... absolutely crazy!

George Nari can't believe that this is really going to happen. Why does the new king think that they will not resist, but what will they do?

With six people fighting more than sixty people, is it true that these guards are all iron?

Even if the other side has a witch, there is no chance of winning in front of the nobles who wear the stone of the gods!

With the order of the new king, the six female guards did not rush, but the two were kept in front of the exit and Roland, and the other four pulled out the short sword and stepped closer to the nobility.

In the crowd, a sound of a sword was heard. In the case of such a disparity in strength, no one is willing to lay down his arms and surrender.

"Hey, squat...!" The lord of Chishui City changed color. "Everyone is calm, there are opinions that can be discussed slowly!"

Now that this is too late, George and Gay look at each other and immediately confirm each other's ideas. Plan changes and start in this mountain village!

Although this place is not suitable for defense, but the victory in the Chishui aristocracy has basically arrived, as long as you can control Roland, he is sure to draw most of it to his side - as the four princes say, power is everything. Standard, unfortunately in the lakeside villa, the power does not stand on the other side!

"I can't accept it!" Gay screamed and walked out of the crowd with a sword - he finally changed his former good-hearted look and became serious. "If it is a well-founded trial, I have nothing to say, but A kind of ruling, any real aristocrat can't be killed. Even if Wimbledon III asks me this way, I still insist on this answer! Your Highness, this is what you forced me!"

Behind him, he followed four tall attendants, each standing upright, not afraid of the opponent being a royal aristocrat. From the momentum point of view, the Earl of Sanhe even overwhelmed the new king and his party.

Well done, George thought, a declaration of righteous words like this, even the prince is hard to refute. The latter part of the sentence is to include all the nobles, both inspiration and inflammatory, and then just take Roland to get a hammer!

The other party must have never thought of it. The nearly forty, who looks like a half-haired gray count, is an absolute good.

Guy Yurien was born with a strange power. At the age of fifteen, he took two knights to clear up a band of robbers who were entrenched in the mouth of the river. After adulthood, they were proficient in all kinds of weapons, and they were difficult to compete in the contest between nobles. . Some people call him "Giant" Gay, and believe that if he is not a big aristocrat, but a knight, then the history book will record the name of the strongest knight.

As for the four attendants, all of them are the level of the quasi-knight. As long as the new king guards are entangled for a moment, Roland Wimbledon has no power in the face of the Earl of the Three Rivers!

"Go up and help him," George told his attendant, "Follow Miss Itis."

"Yes." Several more people out of the crowd.

In the face of the big step forward, the smile on Roland's face is not diminished, but rather stronger. It seems that he is completely unaware of the current situation, which makes George clench his fist. Laugh, this is also your last favorite moment, and the meeting will only make you cry and cry!

"Up!" When the distance between the two sides was close to ten steps, Gay jerked and swung the sword straight to the female guard.

Its strength is even greater, and even the sound of the whistling sound is heard.

This blow can only be avoided, and it must not be hard!

Once the other party let go, there was no one in front of Roland.

"叮 - thorn -"

Then George heard two voices. The former was the sound of a metal collision, crisp and sweet, while the latter was the slight friction of the blade and the physical contact. The half-length sword vacated and slammed into the wooden floor after a few turns in the air.

Then came the head of the Earl of Three Rivers.

It slid smoothly from the neck, slammed on the floor, bouncing twice, no longer moving, and the blood falling from the fracture marked a bright red arc.

In the end... what happened?

The other party actually used only one sword, and even with the weapon, cut off the "Giant" Guy's neck?

How can this be! ?

However, before he came back, the crowd had already heard the sound of swords and the screams of chaos - the sword was like a signal, and the four female guards were slashed in several directions at the same time. A hurricane. George was horrified to find that these people's movements were almost impossible to capture with the naked eye, and their strength was amazing. Anything could be a deadly weapon in their hands. Even fists and fingers were hurt, as if The nobles are not fighting humans, but a steel statue!

Monster, this is a group of monsters, he snarls in his heart, how can mortals temper their bodies to this point?

"But... If you have a rebellious move, the rebellion will become a practical action, and the mine will naturally not be able to accommodate you anymore. Your destiny is only one dead end."

In an instant, George Nari suddenly remembered the words of the new king.

His mind is like a flash of lightning -

Is the other party waiting for this moment?

He turned his neck hard and looked at the direction in which Roland Wimbledon stood.

An unstoppable chill rose from the soles of his feet and rushed straight into the back – at this moment he found himself finally understood the meaning of the smile.

This is a downright trap!

Deliberately left the first army outside the city, the accompanying **** team was only a hundred people, and the feast was only with six guards entering the venue; pretending to be unspeakable, the situation was tough, and there was no room for retreat. All actions are just to lure them out!

Escort to the mine? No... The other party simply did not intend to let go of the remaining aristocrats. If they are shackled, I am afraid that the new king will only feel extremely disappointed.

That's right... that's a smile.

I hope that they will follow the trajectory of his steps to the abyss and expect them to dig their own graves - the only way to make the new king feel happy. It was just that this smile was malicious to George, so he didn't notice the smile he deserved, but he felt very cold.

"Let, let us go..."

"Your Majesty, I surrender!"

"Me too, the Leviathan family vowed to pledge allegiance to you!"

"You want me to give you everything! I beg you to forgive me!"

The situation turned sharply, and the aristocrats who had not seen the situation rushed to beg for mercy. They knew that they still occupied the majority. The enemy had only four, but the scene was surrounded by them.

Late, George was unable to hang down the sword. When the people pulled out their weapons from the waist, they became the rebels in Roland's mouth.

The emotions of unwillingness, grievances, fear and anger alternated, but eventually they were attributed to nothingness under a long sword.

The sound of screaming and pleading gradually went away. The last thing he saw was the sloping hall and the **** blood of the pavement.