The Charlottes surrounded in the center stared at the Fostein soldiers who were less than two steps away from them in front of them. The Fostein soldiers also looked at the Charlottes fiercely, as if they were looking at their prey.

"kill!"

"kill!"……

The surrounding Charlottes and the Fostein soldiers surrounded them, after looking at each other for less than a moment, all the soldiers attacked and shouted at each other.

"Puff!Puff!"

"Ah! Uh!"

With the sword falling, the remaining troops of Charlotte fell down.

"Puff!Puff!"

He raised his sword again, and the group of Charlotte soldiers surrounded by a group fell down again.

The battle is not of the same level at all. The resistance of the remaining soldiers of the Charlottes was not even considered a struggle. Without a strong city and a clever city, they had no choice but to face the Forstan soldiers who were dozens of times their own.

The remaining Charles soldiers in this square now look like two or three hundred, while the Fosters have nearly ten thousand.

After slashing and slaughtering two groups, the Sharrow soldiers shrank again, leaving less than fifty people. The ordinary soldiers were almost dead, and now they were all generals or nobles wearing armor.

King Charo, whose face was covered with bright red blood, was still standing there with a scepter. The old man was now straighter than most of the Charola nobles present.

"Tick, Tick" blood slid down the king's face, not sure if it was his blood or someone else's blood.

The top of the cane representing the king's power was also red, and there were some brain plasma and blood residues on it. It seemed that His Majesty the king was not an ordinary person either.

Marquis Philip on the other side was constantly coughing, and as he choked, blood spurted out from the Marquis' mouth.

Unlike the king who was defended in the center, this Marquis was also the target of Foster's first attack. The head of a Marquis was of great value.

"Ba, bha, bha." A slap and applause came, and the soldiers surrounded the Forstan consciously gave up a passage for people to walk.

Prince Kensel strode over with his sword. Marquis Mamen and Marquis Siya followed one on the left and one on the right.

"Old King, you are so strong." Prince Kensell didn't know whether he was sincerely praising him or taking the opportunity to tease him.

Although King Charo was in his fifties, he still smashed the heads of several Forstan soldiers with great majesty just now, and he was extremely domineering.

King Charo looked at Prince Kensel's energetic look at the moment and had to sigh, "The younger generation is so terrifying."

"He gave birth to a good son!" said the old king. This 'he' refers to His Majesty, the current king of the Kingdom of Fostein. It seems that King Charlotte and King Fostein are still old acquaintances.

"I can save you a life after announcing the surrender!" Prince Kensel raised his scabbard and said to King Charo in front of him.

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

Prince Kensel, no matter King Charo, was laughing in the nerves, he did not intend the old man to surrender, and turned to look at Marquis Philip.

It’s not that Marquis Philip has any characteristics, but that Prince Kensel is just curious.

Charleau's three pillars, whether it was Marquis of Clark or Marquis Campbell, left a deep impression on Prince Kensell and caused indelible losses to Fostertan's army. He wanted to see what the last Marquis of Philip looked like.

Prince Kensel was disappointed. Marquis Philip had neither a strong physique nor a spectacular demeanor. He was just an ordinary middle-aged man.

If you have to define it, it is the keen eyes that show between your eyebrows, which makes the marquis look very smart. Prince Kensel was not surprised by the name of this marquis.

"So that's the case." Prince Kensel turned around and walked towards the palace hall of Charlotte.

The prince's vague voice came, "Send two adults to the road!"

"Kill! Kill!"

"Kill! Kill!"

Countless Forstan soldiers rushed towards King Charo and his group surrounded by King Charo and his group, and only a few dozen left, and also made a final shout.

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

Unfortunately, their shouts and resistance could not make any waves. After a collision of swords and armor, only a piece of dead bodies and blood was left on the ground...

On the clouds at the top of the city, four people were watching the scene in the palace beneath the city. Each of them had a slightly moving face and felt different in their hearts.

"It's over!" A man dressed in a knight among the four spoke first.

"Yes...it's over..." The old man wearing a hooded hood sighed, the only magician among the four, who looked like a hood.

The two left did not speak, as if they were just foiling characters. One of them was actually the deputy commander of the Eagle Legion and Marquis Sandru, one of the four Marquises of Fostertan.

Interestingly, headed by the first knight, the Marquis of Sandru and another knight, faintly in a triangle shape, surrounded the magician in the center.

"Don't be excited. Since I promised not to take action, I will not violate it." The old man is the guardian of Charlotte, the official magician, and Master Karida.

"The level of importance the magician attaches to oaths is no less than the beliefs you knights follow!" said Master Kareda.

"It's best!" Among these three knights, of course, the leader is Roma Knight, Fostertan's actually the strongest.

Unlike the way that the magician Karida had been watching the battle, the three people around him, including the Knight Rom and the others were much more nervous, for fear that the magician would not be able to help but throw a large magic below.

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

Foster has already won. The three knights standing at the top of Foster, don’t want their country and army to suffer any inexplicable losses.

The magician Karida did not say much, but slowly flew to the back of the Sharlot Palace. He had reached an agreement with the Knight Roma that he could take his apprentice away safely. This is a preferential treatment for the strong.

Before leaving, the magician Karida sent a message composed of mental power, which reached the Knight Roma's mind. The Knight Roma's lips moved slightly and answered the questions in the message composed of magician Karida's mental power.

After hearing this, the magician Karida showed his face and sighed and flew down.

The question of the magician Kareda is very simple. Marquis Clark is obviously the best among the official knights and a genius who has been in the Omor Empire. Why was Fosteran able to kill Marquis Clark?

After all, the failure of the bloody battle in Gordon Heights is the main reason for the destruction of the country.

"You killed Clark's child two years ago. Wouldn't the Knights cause trouble for you?" This is the original words in Master Kareda's mental power message.

Just as a formal magician will be bound by the Holy Tower, strong people who have reached the official knight level will also register in the Knight Palace.

Every strong man who reaches the formal level is a rare and precious wealth in his natural plane, and any losses will attract the attention of the two major organizations.

If there is no legitimate reason, the punishment for the Kingdom of Fostein by the Knights should be issued soon. It is not impossible to order the Knights who participated in the killing of Marquis Clark for life.

Although it is not as strong as the Holy Tower protects formal magicians, the benefits of the Knight Palace are not low, otherwise why would so many formal knights choose to join this organization.

The answer given by Rom Knight is very simple.

"I actually advanced to the Earth Knight two years ago." Knight Rom was not close to the existence of a second-level creature, but had reached the Earth Knight two years ago.
Chapter completed!