Krylov III raised his head in surprise and looked at the top of the tent, his gaze seemed to penetrate the cloth and look at the city in the distance.

The Marquis of Elfaro stood on the ramparts, in front of him several warriors with heavy shields, and the old maid named 'Fili' stood by his side.

Facing the cold wind that was about to return, the Marquis of Elfaro suppressed the knight's hat on his head, put on his overcoat, and stood tall on the wall, as if he were erecting another high wall for the people behind the wall.

Ebner Elfaro had a relaxed smile on his face, making it seem as if he was not standing on a battlefield, but on the top of a mountain with clouds as far as the eye could see!

But the 'clouds' did not obscure his eyes, and even though he was old, Abner Elfaro had the vitality and fighting spirit in his body at this time, which was not inferior to that of a young man.

So, again, he shouted: "Krylov III, fight me!"

"Decide a king, a true king, a 'king' who can convince all nobles!"

The power of magic made his voice resound across the plain, Krylov III raised his head, the soldiers raised their heads, the mercenaries raised their heads, the knights from the Windbreak Realm raised their heads, and Grush followed suit and looked up at the sky.

Behind the Marquis of Elfaro, the people of the city also raised their heads, and the soldiers who followed the Marquis of Elfaro also looked at their monarch.

Their monarch stands on the city wall, but it is like standing on the top of a mountain, looking at the earth as far as the eye can see, and the bottom of the heart!

"I know that your advantage is huge, I know that your people are escorting the 'former nobles' who have been robbed of power to retake their families, and I know that as long as you continue to besiege like this, then when the morale collapses, we will lose sooner or later!"

The Marquis of Elfaro smiled and shouted: "But—during this period, how much money and troops you will have to expend, how much time you will have to spend, how much you will have to pay, how much you will have to pay, have you calculated?"

"I have calculated, I believe you have calculated—if you can use those financial and material resources to develop the country, if you have enough time, then I believe that the kingdom will become stronger!"

"Your Majesty, my Majesty—this is the last time I'll call you 'Your Majesty'—come and fight me! Krylov III, I'm sure you're excited, too!

Krylov III subconsciously stroked his chest......

Plop plop plop plop –

He felt it, and his heart was beating faster......

Yes, there is no doubt that he got excited!

There is no moment like now, when 'victory' is in front of his eyes, within reach.

As the Marquis of Elfaro said, even if he was a level-headed mage, until then, he was still a 'king'!

He craves victory, he craves power!

He is even more greedy than the nobles, he is even more arrogant than the nobles!

"I'm sure you were prepared for that when you went to battle in person—just like me, the moment I decided to go to war, I was ready for it!"

Standing behind the shield wall, the Marquis of Elfaro's face had begun to distort and hide.

He laughed out loud: "Throw away the elegance of the nobility, throw away all reserve, throw away useless hesitation!! Tell me, Krylov III, what are you thinking now?!"

"Is it war? or is it war? or—'war'?!"

This is the ploy of Abner Elfaro!

For he had the nobles who had been seized of power escorted back to their realms, and if it dragged on for a few more months, he would have won.

However, during this period, his and Elfaro's strength will be consumed, especially after Abner Elfaro has understood his intentions, I am afraid that if he is not ready for a decisive battle, Abner Elfaro will also force him to fight a decisive battle, otherwise when their strength is consumed to a certain extent, those nobles will not be so kind to continue to defend them.

If they see the hope that they can also become kings, then they will never hesitate at all, and they will definitely defect on the spot!

Although in the Kingdom of Kolo, if you want to become a nobleman, or inherit the title, the necessary condition is to become a 'mage', although the inheritance conditions are much lower than at the beginning, as long as you can become a 'mage', then you will definitely not be too stupid.

But the extravagance and lasciviousness of life have long corroded their hearts, and the power they hold has magnified their greed, turning the mages who were known for their 'calm and rational' into a group of short-sighted, greedy, and greedy for life and death.

They have no faith to speak of, and if necessary, they will choose to rebel.

And if Krylov III chooses not to fight, then his morale will be low, and even if he chooses to 'defend', he chooses to wait for reinforcements to arrive without any major battle that could cause heavy casualties.

The royal army was not only the army of the Rezel family, but also the armies of many nobles, and Krylov III could not ask them to be strong and courageous, even if it was his own soldiers, Krylov III could not guarantee that they would not flee due to low morale.

'What a pity......,' Krylov III sighed, if the army of the Sorrowful Wind could be used by him, then he would definitely win this battle!

Krylov III twisted the ring gem on his left index finger and took a deep breath.

"Yes, Alberta Elfaro ......"

Krylov III pulled out his chair and stood up, an excited and hideous smile climbed up his face, and his voice trembled with excitement: "Let's fight! Marquis of Elfaro—"

"I, Krylov III, !! to fight"

As soon as the king's words fell, the nobles burst into laughter: "Hahahahahaha! Three days, three days later will be the day of the decisive battle, rest well, make good arrangements, and then ...... But a lot of people will die!"

Then, there was no more silence between the two sides, and only the empty and lonely plain remained, and on the plain, only the wind echoed.

A wordless fear that slowly creeps through people's hearts......

The soldiers stood still, as if only their eyes could move—when they looked at each other, they seemed to see 'confusion' and 'panic' in each other's eyes.

Bang dang!

A voice suddenly sounded, Diego clenched the spear in his hand, his eyes moving rapidly, and after taking a deep breath, the breath seemed to choke his throat.

The next moment, he reacted, clenched the barrel of the gun with both hands, turned around and aimed the tip of the gun at his colleague: "Who?!"

After this loud shout, everyone was awakened, and they looked over, either drawing their weapons or stiffening their bodies, unable to move.

Reflexively, the soldier pointed at Diego with the tip of his gun raised his hands and shouted in a shrill voice: "Don't kill me!!"

"Whew...... Call...... Whew......"

Diego gasped, his lips trembling, his eyes fixed on the soldier's face, his mind blank, as if he wanted to engrave this face in his heart.

"Diego ......"

After hesitating for a while, An Likui swallowed his saliva and patted Diego on the shoulder, "It's okay, it's okay......"

Diego glanced back blankly at Anliqui, then turned his head blankly to see the soldier's raised hands, and looked down to see the spear that had fallen to the ground.

Diego, whose muscles were trembling, slowly withdrew his weapon, and after a few quick deep breaths, he blushed and bowed his head to apologize: "I'm sorry!"

"No...... It's okay......"

The soldier slowly crouched down with the corners of his mouth and picked up his weapon, his expression a little gray, and his smile looked very reluctant.

Looking at his friend who couldn't afford to bow his head, An Likui took a deep breath and looked up at the sky.

Decisive battle...... It's really coming!