In the small castle in Morrie City, the city lord Better is celebrating.

The Gray Eyes Organization was destroyed, and the immortal female monster had not been seen for more than ten days. Most of them were afraid of being killed and left.

The two big troubles were gone at once, and now Betel felt that life had never been so relaxed and happy.

A group of subordinates came to toast him in a flattering manner, and some of the little nobles in the city also came to express their closeness at the right time.

Wade, who had the best relationship with him, held a wine glass and said with regret: "It's a pity that you let that woman named Ellie go. She is immortal and beautiful. There are many ways to play. If you don't want it, you should send it to me."

"You can't control her." Betel recalled the special feeling that Ellie had brought him over the past period of time, and then smiled contemptuously: "Although that woman is stupid and stupid, and not good at head-on combat, she has a sense of arrogance. She is completely different from the woman you have met before. If she is willing to be weaker, I don't mind making her the real city lord's wife."

Wade was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "I'm tired of hearing how many women you have said this to."

"Really, that woman is different. She doesn't seem to be very interested in wealth. What she likes more is just a style in life." Betel said regretfully: "And her performance when she is happy is different from that of ordinary women. She is not bad but not vulgar, but she is proactive but does not give people a sense of dust. This is the first time I have met such a woman, because she is too arrogant and difficult to control."

After hearing this, Wade said, "I'm more interested when you say this."

"There shouldn't be this one for the Son of Gold. When we go to other cities in the future, we will cheat one or two more. I hope that all the Son of Gold will be as stupid as Ellie."

Thinking of some undescribable scenes, the two of them laughed at the same time.

Just as the two of them finished laughing and were about to talk to others, a strange muffled sound came from the east, and even the lively banquet hall could not completely cover up the sound.

Suddenly, the banquet became much quieter, and only the sound of musical instruments playing.

Then another muffled sound, and now many people could hear it clearly. It was the sound of heavy objects thrown from a high altitude and hitting something.

Most of the guests had a little puzzled expression and didn't know what was going on, but the expressions of a few people became very strange. They had heard such or similar sounds.

A bad feeling surrounds their hearts.

This also includes Betel.

He raised his hand and all the funers stopped.

Then the third muffled sound came from a distance, and this time it was heard very clearly.

"catapult!"

Betel's expression was uncontrollably gloomy. Who dared to attack his city with siege equipment at this time?

Just as he was about to go out, a soldier ran in panic and said in horror: "The city lord is not good, the gray-eyed man is back. This time they brought several catapults and are attacking our city gate."

"This is impossible!" Better roared: "The gray eyes have been wiped out by us."

The soldier stumbled and said, "But that's what they shouted outside the city."

"How many people are there?" Better asked angrily.

"At least fifty people." The soldier replied in a low voice.

When Betel heard this, he kicked the soldier to the ground and roared: "Fifty people? There are at least five hundred people in your city guards. This is not a reserve, so he dare not fight out?"

"We have tried. We sent two hundred people out before, but the soldier lowered his head: "Like an adult slapping his children, the battle ended in less than ten minutes. More than one hundred people died on our side, and the rest were captured. And those fifty people were nothing, they were all professionals."

"This is impossible!" Better smashed the cup in his hand heavily on the ground, and the clanging sound seemed extremely harsh in the quiet banquet hall: "Even in the royal city, it is difficult to get fifty powerful pros. We are in a remote area. Not to mention fifty pros, it would be quite amazing to get twenty pros. The gray-eyed rebels have already been severely injured, and even fifty people can't get fifty pros, let alone fifty pros."

The soldier lowered his head and dared not speak.

Wade next to him walked to Better and said, "Now is not the time to sulk with a soldier. Let's take the soldiers over and see the situation."

Better took a deep breath and showed an ugly smile to the guests around him: "Sorry, it made everyone disappointed. The banquet ends here. Please come back first, you all."

The guests left quickly and all of them were gone, and they felt a little fleeing.

Betel set out with the remaining four hundred elite guards in the castle and headed towards the city wall.

Just as he took the soldiers out of the castle, six extremely inconspicuous players appeared near the castle. Although they were scattered in different directions of the castle, they almost showed a wretched smile.

When Betel brought his army to the bottom of the city wall, he happened to see a huge stone falling from mid-air and directly hitting the city wall.

Amid the screams, two soldiers were smashed into meat paste on the spot, and five or six soldiers were injured by splashing gravel, with varying severity.

"The archer and I went up to the wall, and the others stayed near the gate to defend."

Betel shouted, trotting straight from the aisle to the wall.

At this time, the city wall had been hit by four huge rocks. Although it looked miserable, there were gravel and broken bricks everywhere, and even the walls collapsed for a section, it was not affected much in essence.

Betel ran to the battlement and saw about thirty masked black-robed men standing in a small square formation far ahead. Next to the small square formation, there were many corpses of city guards.

Behind the square formation were more than twenty black-robed men fiddling with three tres of stone, and several strong black-robed men were working together to put the huge round stone on the treshold.

Although all the men in black robe were covered in their faces, their eyes were full of joking expressions, and there was also a very restrained arrogance mixed in it.

He is very familiar with such arrogance, and Ellie's eyes also contain it.

He took a deep breath and had a bad idea in his mind. Then he saw a familiar person walking out from behind the stone thrower.

It's Ally.

The man fiddling with the trolley stopped.

Ellie held a piece of parchment in her hand and looked at Betel from a distance, showing a mocking look on her face.

The player in charge of the live broadcast jumped up next to him and kept giving close-up shots to the two of them.

A player added 'amplifier' to Ellie, while Roland added 'unlocked communication' to her.

Ellie looked at Betel quietly, with a little nostalgic look in her eyes, and then she showed a resolute look and read loudly: "The Betel, the Lord of Morris, is cold and thin, and is really cold in the ground. She used to be a high place, and once became a servant..."

Gaoli is the big man who wants to attack Ellie.

Ellie's pretty good female voice resounded throughout the city under the influence of sound amplification.

Due to the "unobstructed communication", everyone can understand these classical Chinese. As they listen, everyone's eyes became a little vague and they dared not look at Betel.

Because he scolded too hard, without a single word of dirty words, under the influence of "unimpeded communication", the people in the city heard Ellie in a very authentic ancient aristocratic accent, telling the story of Betel burning, killing, and plundering the great man Gaoli with himself. The degree of dirtyness was completely beyond the imagination of the citizens. More importantly, Ellie also said that he colluded with Gaoli, and was suspected of performing a demon sacrifice and turning the nearby demon paradise. Anyway, all the charges that could be given to him were pressed, and finally roared.

"I'll ask who is the world in today's realm!"

However, what the NPCs heard was: God, is this city of Morrie still the land of our human beings? Or is it the paradise you are watching?

Whether it is the soldiers or citizens, they are all moved when they hear this beautiful and sad and angry manifesto to fight against the enemy.

Especially the soldiers, their morale dropped significantly.

Better had never heard anyone dared to scold him so viciously or even frame him.

He was so angry that his whole body shivered, his face turned pale, and finally shouted: "Shoot, shoot me, shoot them to death."

A wave of arrows was thrown high from the city wall, and then fell scatteredly in front of the black robe square formation.

Players have long estimated the range of enemy bows and arrows, so they will not foolishly enter the enemy's attack range.

After reading with anger, Ellie felt a sense of relief all over her body, and then the players who were fiddling with the simple catapult began to act again.

Better gritted his teeth and roared: "Turn our trencher to the city wall."

"That will take time, Lord."

The catapult is generally quite huge, and it takes time to split and assemble it.

"Damn...those black robes must be all the sons of gold." Better is also a professional, Min Swordsman, and his eyesight is much better than that of ordinary people.

"Their trenchers are very bad. If they use them a few more times, they will be scrapped." Better punched the wall and shouted: "Just wait until all their trenchers are damaged, it will be time for us to fight back."

Betel breathed a long sigh of relief, thinking that his chances of winning were still very high, so he calmed down.

The just-in-command manifesto that attacked the enemy had a great impact on him. For the nobles, this linguistic lethality is sometimes far more terrifying than a sword.

Because it will directly harm the glory of a family.

He took a deep breath, and was about to calm down completely, but at this moment someone shouted next to him: "My God, there is a castle, the lord, the castle has caught fire, it has caught fire!"

Betel turned around and saw that the castle in the distance was shrouded in black smoke, and the "Fire Dragon" could be vaguely seen appearing and disappearing in the black smoke.

Half a second later, in Better's head, a 'string' called reason,
Chapter completed!