Although the dim feathers were not as terrifying and terrifying as the firebirds themselves, they became the best targets for those crossbow archers. They vented their resentment in their hearts, and the powerful crossbows fired rapid arrows, piercing through the bodies of the ignited masked men.

With his body leaning against the wall, gasping heavily, Rabel did not expect that so many changes would happen. However, he no longer cared about this. The sword wound on his body blew out, which was the most difficult battle since his tenure. Two of his most trusted subordinates sacrificed, one of whom flew to save him and blocked the arrows shot at him.

Looking at the golden bird flying all over the sky, Rabel sighed. If it weren't for this unexpected rescue, they would have been wiped out.

The screams gradually subsided, and a low horn sound came from a distance.

Hearing this horn, the elite soldiers of the prince retreated one after another. What frightened the members of the guards and crossbowmen was that they saw that some of the prince's soldiers stood up to serve as the duties of the palace behind.

No one would guess what that means.

The golden firebirds easily turned them into a ball of fireballs flying around.

The prince's elite appeared mysteriously and disappeared mysteriously. A fog suddenly surged from an unknown place, covering everything around it.

The firebird lost its target in the fog. When the fog dissipated, nothing was left on the ground except the corpses lying on the ground and burning traces.

The rain gradually stopped, and under the reflection of the fire, the night gradually faded away, and the dawn shone on the earth in the northern suburbs of Franck.

But many people can no longer see the dawn.

The bodies were placed flat on both sides of the street one by one. Rabel walked in the center. He looked sadly at the people who had lost their lives lying on the ground. Although the specific numbers had not been sorted out, he roughly estimated that, not to mention the Paladins trapped in the sea of ​​fire, at least three hundred people died in yesterday's battle.

With a sadness and a deep sense of loss in my heart, Rabel leaned against a big tree by the roadside.

"It doesn't matter if your injury is right?" An emotionless voice came from behind.

"Kodak, how many troops have your men lost?" Rabel asked.

"A dozen." Kedake said expressionlessly.

"The loss is huge." Rabel sighed.

"The manpower can be trained, just give me enough time." Kodak said.

"It's a pity that there is not much time now. What do you think of the masked men in black who appeared last night?" Rabel asked.

"You must have recognized it, but you didn't expect that they would return to Franx from Ing." Kordaq said coldly.

"This time Lomel is probably prepared. The prince will join forces with this guy, which is indeed beyond our expectations." Rabel said.

"Do you regret not completely eradicating this guy?" asked Kordake.

"It is not easy to eradicate him. His power in the northwest is deeply rooted. Once the situation is unfavorable to him, he can easily retreat to Ing." Rabel said helplessly.

"You forgot that Lomel had a crushing defeat. He even put his own son in it and provoked the war between him and his old enemy. Wouldn't you be much more relaxed?" asked Kordaq.

"I know what you mean, and I have thought about doing this, but you should be very clear: at this time, those southerners must not make any mistakes, and if I want to do anything, I must obtain the permission of His Majesty the Queen." Rabel said.

"Then you might as well suggest to His Majesty the Queen and let her decide in person." Kodak said calmly.

Label fell into deep thought.

...

The winter in Francis is cold, and the winter after the rain is even more bone-cold. It is burned by the fire and fighting fiercely, maybe I can't feel the cold, but after calming down, the guards who were poured by heavy rain could not bear this bone-cold cold.

In a church outside the suburbs, it was filled with trembling and wet people. The dozen burning fires were not enough to warm them. In the courtyard behind the church, the bodies were arranged neatly.

There were crying sounds of people claiming bodies everywhere. Sorrow filled every corner of the church.

In the silent room next to the church, His Majesty listened to Rabel's report in a heavy mood.

Fifty-seven knights sacrificed their lives bravely and eleven escaped for the Paladins, which may not be a heavy loss for the Paladins, but the death of Earl Monstock, the leader of the Paladins, was definitely a heavy blow.

Almost all members of the Paladin were immersed in extreme sorrow. Monstock was not only a leader of the regiment, but also their respected teacher and their instructor.

The saddest one is Manheld, who is not only sad but also full of self-blame.

In addition to the heavy losses suffered by the Paladins, the losses of the Legal Affairs and Political Department are definitely not small.

Three hundred and twenty-five people died and one hundred and seventy-two seriously injured, which was also an extremely rare disaster in Frank's history.

But what made His Majesty even more worried was the appearance of the masked men in black as Rabel mentioned.

This is the first time that His Majesty the Queen has heard that there is a thief union in the northwest of the kingdom that has left the law and political department helpless.

Before this, she had always thought that the thief union in the south was a unique exception in the kingdom, and the reason for this was because of Mr. Hyde's superb means and extreme shrewdness.

Because of this, her first reaction was to let the thieves in the south deal with the masked men in black who suddenly appeared.

But when Rabel made the same suggestion, His Majesty the Queen became a little hesitant.

Now she is trying hard to win over the little heirs of Sethborough. Will this approach make the heirs of Sethborough think that this is another conspiracy against them?

"Your Majesty Queen, you are now at the critical moment of life and death. Lomel's trade union is completely different from the trade union in the south. He is an unscrupulous person. Do you still remember the golden robbery at the post station ten years ago? That was planned by Lomel. It was precisely because of this case that His Majesty the King decided to eradicate this arrogant person, but he still escaped to Ing." Rabel said carefully.

"And even if you don't want Count Medin to deal with Lomer, sooner or later, Lomer will turn his target to the little heir of Thurthborg. Your Majesty, you don't know that, besides being pursued by His Majesty the King and having to escape to Ing, Lomer only tasted the bitter fruit of failure in the south in his life, and he died a son for this.

"For many years, Lomer had wanted to take revenge, but the south was the sea... the territory of those people, and the strength of those southerners was greater than that of Lomer, so Lomer did not dare to act rashly, but the little heir of Sethburg left the protection of the south and stayed alone in the capital. This was a great opportunity for Lomer. The south was a thousand miles away from the capital, and the northwest was closely connected with the capital, from the Naman coast to the capital, almost all the time."

"Lommel can even transport people and weapons from Ing, which is much easier than the South. In any case, he will never give up such a good opportunity."

When he heard what Rabel said, His Majesty was shaken again, not to mention that he was always thinking about what Vach told her in his mind. What really touched her the most was what Marquis Keane said in the carriage.

She has always admired Marquis Keane's wisdom, so she has almost made up her mind to join forces with Sethborough.

But her confidence was shaken by the promise of the Wizard Vach.

The joining forces with Serthborg meant that she would immediately take action against the Wach Magician and the Chairman of the Magic Society, and that was the one she least wanted to happen.

Faced with such a dilemma, the queen felt more and more how heavy the burden on her body was. She now knew why His Majesty the King had grown older so quickly.

Only those in this highest position can feel this suffocating heavy pressure.

"Get out, let me think about it quietly, I will give you a satisfactory answer." The queen waved her hand and said weakly.

Rabel respectfully exited the silence room.

The heavy door of the silent room closed, and the sunlight shone into the room from the top glass window, and the piece of glass reflected an upside-down self.

The queen looked at the blurry figure and suddenly felt that she was so old in the reflection. Although she was still a few months away, she was at least thirty years old. But I don’t know why she felt that she was unable to do anything that only an old man had.

Perhaps it was a foolish choice to take over the power of His Majesty the King, and perhaps she should have handed over the throne to Prince Phillips.

But now everything is too late. Even if she gives up power, Prince Phillips will not let her live. The prince will never let anyone go who may threaten his throne.
Chapter completed!