That's a fake elf

In the Golden Stone Fortress, dozens of Naga swordsmen, led by a human female swordsman, killed hundreds of heavy armored spearmen and heavy crossbowmen, and they were retreating steadily.

Although he knew that if the battle continued, all the troops under the city would definitely be annihilated, but Tristan did not dare to order them to withdraw into the city.

Because some scouts had already reported to him that these Naga swordsmen were carrying extremely dangerous explosives.

Once they successfully break through the defense line and use explosives to blow open the city gate, they will no longer be able to fight.

As for the heavy crossbowmen and shield crossbowmen in the fortress, they are now completely restrained by the banshees in the sky.

As soon as these banshees release arrows from long-range troops, they will immediately launch an attack regardless of casualties.

Currently, one-third of the shooters on the city wall have died due to the magical attacks of the banshees.

Of course, they also took away a considerable number of banshees.

"Priest Siren, are you going to watch these inhuman creatures destroy the city?" Tristan said with a cold expression on Siren, who was treating the wounded.

"Just because they sent monsters, I have already brought people to help you treat the wounded. What else do you want? Do you want me to lead the nuns to release large-scale destructive magic on the banshees and naga?"

Siren rolled her eyes at Tristan.

"Why not? Are you worse than a monster or a pirate?" Tristan said in a deep voice.

"Didn't I tell you that once we release strategic magic on the battlefield, we will no longer be protected by international regulations?"

Xilin, who was very angry at Tristan's words, stood up suddenly, her eyes shaving like knives on Tristan's body:

"If you want to die, don't use us as your backer."

Tristan was speechless and was silent for a long time. Just when he was about to speak, several knights covered in blood stumbled onto the city wall.

"Lord Tristan, we are defeated, and the enemy's army is coming here!" Rektor suddenly knelt down in front of Tristan, with tears in his eyes.

"Rector, why are there only a few of you, Lord Desmond and the others?" Tristan suddenly grabbed the other person's shoulders.

"The instructor... he... died in battle honorably to cover our departure. In order to humiliate us, the enemy cut off the heads of all the dead and hung them on the flagpole."

The knight knelt on the ground, his face stained with tears, his voice hoarse, and what he said made Tristan fall into the abyss.

"How could this be?"

Tristan took the blood-stained flag from the knight's hand in despair, and burst into tears.

Unknowingly, the face of the old man who devoted himself to his family appeared vaguely in front of his eyes.

"Surrender, continue fighting, the only way to die is." Xilin glanced at the flag and said coldly.

"Surrender? Hahahahahahahaha, you humiliate me, the knights of the Vastia family, so we will fight each other to the death."

Tristan wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, drew his sword and walked towards Sirin. His steps were extremely firm, which made Sirin feel something bad.

"Tristan, are you crazy? You actually want to attack me?" Siren yelled angrily as she backed away.

"Priest Siren, now you have only two choices, either order the nuns in the choir to activate strategic magic, or you will be buried here with us."

Tristan grabbed Siren's collar and growled softly.

Seeing the killing intent in Tristan's eyes, Siren's face turned green and red.

If she hadn't been seriously injured by that elf, Tristan could have taught her how to be a human being with just one spell, but now she could only barely keep moving.

Now she was under the roof and had to bow her head.

"I know what to do, let me go!"

"Rektor, watch her. If she makes any move, cut off her head immediately." Tristan's eyes were red and he said in a deep voice to Rektor who was in a daze.

"Yes."

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Under the supervision of the knights, the choir nuns reluctantly descended the city walls and began preparing magical rituals in the castle hall of the fortress.

Under the catalysis of the power of the dragon vein, the magic elements began to condense crazily to an extremely exaggerated degree and turned into a liquid form.

"As long as we have this kind of power, we can definitely turn defeat into victory." Rektor said dumbfounded.

Seeing the restless energy, Xilin's face darkened.

These ancient legendary magics are the reappearance of the power of legendary powerful men in the past. Originally, the nuns could barely guarantee safety by relying on the temple to suppress the dragon veins underground.

But now that the temple is broken, as long as the nuns are slightly careless, it will immediately cause unimaginable consequences.

With any luck, it will only destroy the castle and kill all the nuns and knights present.

If you are unlucky, the entire island will sink directly to the bottom of the sea due to a chain reaction of failed spell casting.

Rekdor, a magic idiot, only saw the power of magic elements, but could not see the hidden dangers in them at all. She was different.

"I remember your name was Rector, right?"

"Yes." Rektor hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Tristan plans to let the choir nuns release strategic magic, but do you know what the consequences will be if you do this?" Siren looked around at the injured knights and said in a deep voice.

Rector shook his head in confusion.

"Everyone on this island will die." Sirin's words shocked the knights present.

"How is this possible?" Rector said in disbelief.

"The two temples on the island have been blown up, and the power of the dragon vein is leaking out in large quantities. Once the nuns release strategic magic, everyone in the fortress will be blown up to the sky, and even their souls will be annihilated by the powerful energy storm."

Seeing the horrified expressions on the knights' faces, Sirin nodded secretly, and then said to the stunned Rektor:

"You don't want to watch Tristan lead everyone to death, do you?"

As a conditioned reflex, Rektor nodded.

"Then just listen to me, turn a blind eye, leave us alone, and just wait for the outcome of the war."

"I...I understand."

Seeing Rekudo surrender, Sirin smiled slightly.

People are afraid of death, and when they know that their souls will not exist after death, this fear will be magnified to the extreme.

Although the knights have just sworn allegiance to Tristan and will protect him at the cost of their lives, if this protection not only costs their lives but also their souls, then even the bravest knights will think about it carefully.

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"Lord Tristan, in less than an hour, those pirates will arrive at the west gate." Anna, the light cavalry commander responsible for ambushing Claudia's army, climbed up the city wall panting and reported to Tristan. .

"How could it be so fast?" Tristan was shocked and was almost hit by a lightning arrow shot from the sky.

"They seemed to have abandoned their heavy weapons and were only carrying explosives."

Tristan's face darkened.

These pirates had obviously learned their lesson. In order to prevent the cavalry from attacking the artillery positions again, they simply abandoned heavy weapons.

In this way, his light cavalry ambushing outside would be useless.

After all, it is impossible for light cavalry without armor to fight against pirates who are almost all armed with firearms.

"It seems that we can only expect the strategic magic of the nuns." Tristan said solemnly.

Just when Rektor was about to send someone to see the situation in the castle hall, there was a sudden commotion on the city wall.

Soon, a shield crossbowman quickly passed through the pile of corpses holding an arrow tied with silk cloth, and came to Tristan. He looked nervously and said:

"Lord Tristan, a woman suddenly appeared under the city wall, shot an arrow at us, and asked for negotiations."

"negotiation?"

After taking the arrow and opening the silk cloth and browsing it, Tristan's expression changed instantly.

"mean!"

"Shameless!"

"Bitch!"

"Don't die!"

"Lord Tristan, how should I reply to the other party? She is still waiting under the city wall." The shield crossbowman looked at the furious Tristan with confusion on his face.

"Open the city gate and I'll go see her in person!"

Looking at the bloody mark representing the royal family on the silk cloth, Tristan turned and walked down the city wall with a gloomy expression.