The earth-shattering shouts of killing had already alarmed Soba's defenders, Anta. Silver Shield's legal wife, Lady Brilla, had just arrived at the city in armor and was nervously watching the battle. When she saw the military banner belonging to Henry's side rushing into the Iron Throne camp, she immediately turned to the white-haired old man who was following behind and said, "Master Slote, I need your wisdom and guidance now. ”

The old man, known as Master Slote, bowed slightly and said, "Madam, with all due respect, there is no doubt that the Silver Shield Family has already declined after this catastrophe. Your husband and son have died one after another, and your daughter is now missing, the best thing to do is to offer legal ownership of the northern lands, and keep only an empty title, only then can you be protected by Duke Henry and continue to live the life of a noblewoman. You must know that the inheritance rights of his wife are not recognized in the land of West Hartland, so under the premise of not being sure whether Miss Shi Ji is alive, you can take the initiative to get more benefits. ”

"You mean to annex the Principality of Silver Shield to the Principality of Dalaran?" Brila asked expressionlessly.

As a widow who has lost almost all hope, her only hope now is to be able to keep the remaining wealth of the Silver Shield family and hide in a place where there is no war to live comfortably for the rest of her life. However, this wish is not so easy to achieve, after all, the Silver Shield family still has so many relatives, all of whom are coveting Anta. The legacy of the silver shield, if it weren't for the siege of the army, I'm afraid it would have been a lot of trouble long ago.

Slote shook his head slightly, lowered his voice and explained, "No, it's not a merger, but a gift to your niece or niece in the form of inheritance. As long as the Principality of Silver Shield still exists, there is a possibility of follow-up operations. Of course. This has a premise, that is, you must do everything possible to find Miss Shi Ji. Otherwise, it won't be a few years before the two countries will truly become one. ”

Brila smiled wryly and sighed and asked, "Won't this annoy Henry?" We're at the end of our rope now. If I lose his protection, I am afraid that the future will be very difficult. ”

"You can forge a suicide note from Duke Silver Shield. No one would be angry with a nobleman who died heroically in battle, even if his last words were absurd, because this is the common rule on the continent. Slott smiled slyly as he said this, dissatisfied with the wrinkles' sophistication.

"Okay, I'll go get ready now, and I'll leave it to you. If Duke Henry's army asks to enter the city, grant them at once, for I don't want anything unpleasant to happen at such a time. With that, Brila walked down the wall with her personal guards and walked towards the city's makeshift shelters. She now keeps Antah. The personal seal of the Duke of Silver Shield. Making a will couldn't be easier.

At the same time, in the camp outside the city, Henry was playfully watching several high-ranking members of the Iron Throne. Because he was very curious about this group of black-hearted merchants and careerists, unlike most other evil organizations, such as the Santarim Society, the Dragon Lich Cult, the Red Mage, and so on.

The Iron Throne does not have a strong leader, nor does it have an end goal or a nest or anything like that. As long as there is a thriving place for business, there are shadows of these guys. Their goal was simple: to gain more wealth, and to do so they would plot to start a war or overthrow the local regime. This can be seen from the last Baldur's Gate turmoil.

It can be said that these guys are like a group of real businessmen, who dare to trample on morality and law. doesn't care about the life and death of others, as long as the interests are big enough, he can even sell his soul. They usually elect several agents to manage the day-to-day work, and each agent has a large interest group behind them.

Sarah Brightman, Berdwin, and Dick were apparently agents of a certain region. As long as you can catch them, you can dig up those unscrupulous merchants hiding in the darkness, so that you can not only blackmail them into serving you, but also destroy the foundations of the Iron Throne on a large scale.

Of course, these guys will definitely not be restrained, especially Sarah Brightman, who has tried to use teleportation spells several times in a row to escape from this dangerous place. But it's a pity that in front of the legendary caster, these spells that are no more than level five can't even splash a little water.

Henry bowed slightly, and threatened with a smile: "Gentlemen of the Iron Throne, oh, and one more lady, I'm very sorry for disrupting your plans, but this is also something that cannot be helped. I'd like to get some inside scoop on the Iron Throne right now, so I hope someone will come forward, otherwise I won't be so polite once I do it myself. ”

"Master, I don't think there's any need to talk nonsense with these guys, it's completely possible to kill them all, and then detain the souls and torture them slowly." As she spoke, Shantil jumped down from the dragon's back, licked her lips and raised the knot. She exuded an evil aura from the inside out, and even without the use of magic detection, she could easily feel the strong smell of blood.

There is no doubt that this sorceress with the bloodline of the lower plane has killed many people along the way, and many of them are tortured and killed, otherwise it would be impossible for her to accumulate so many negative feelings. Her eerie eyes now glowed a faint red, and if it weren't for the fact that the magical objects obscured features like the tail and horns, she wouldn't be much different from a real demon.

"No, I think this lady and the gentlemen will make the right choice. Also, this is a public place, and it's better to give me a bit of convergence. After Henry finished speaking, he looked at his most troublesome subordinate with cold eyes.

Shantil instantly felt as if she had been stabbed by something, and she couldn't help but be smart, and immediately closed her mouth wisely. Clearly, she understood the warning in her eyes, and knew that she seemed to be once again immersed in chaos and evil nature.

Seeing that the sorceress had regained her senses, Henry ignored her, turned to the Iron Throne and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, the time for consideration is over, now please tell me your choice." Is it cooperation, or is it ......" said that he deliberately dragged a long note, in order to give the other party some psychological pressure.

"If you say it, can you promise to let me go?" Dick, a wandering swordsman, was the first to ask. His eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Henry nodded slightly and replied, "Of course, I can swear to the Goddess of Magic. ”

"Dick! Are you crazy? You don't know the rules of the Iron Throne! Berdwin's face was filled with fear, and even his voice trembled a little.

"No, I'm not crazy, and I'm more sober than I have ever been. Don't you realize that a new opportunity is in front of us. Sure, maybe it's a bit of a risk, but the rewards are absolutely amazing. Of course, there are still small problems that need to be solved before that......"

As soon as he finished speaking, Dick rushed forward, and the sword and dagger in his hand stabbed Berdwin from two different directions, and before the warrior could react, he instantly stabbed him in the neck and heart. A mist of blood splattered out from the narrow wound, like a blooming flower.

The elite soldiers of the Iron Throne were stunned. They had no idea what was going on in front of them, whether it was the personal grudge between the two or the instigation of the forces behind them.

Dick took a white handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the blood from the weapon, and placed it over the corpse's face. Ignoring the bewildered soldiers, he strode forward and bowed deeply.

"I think I've proven my sincerity, I wonder if you're satisfied, Lord Duke?"

"Very satisfied, we are now partners." Henry replied laughing and clapping. To be honest, he somewhat admired the decisiveness and ruthlessness of the wandering swordsman in front of him.

It is always difficult for most people to make a choice, especially when it comes to life and death. But the man in front of him, named Dick, not only made a choice in a very short time, but also cut off his retreat with practical actions.

Dick bowed again and flattered, "It's an honor to work with such a great figure as you, and I'm sure Miss Sarah Brightman thinks the same way." ”

"Not necessarily, this lady has been trying to escape from the beginning." As he spoke, Henry turned his gaze to Sarah Brightman, who was dressed in a crimson robe. He believed that with the ability of the red-robed mage to see the wind and steer the rudder, this woman would never do anything stupid.

Just as a few people were talking, the war of annihilation also came to an end. With the advantage of combining inside and outside, and with the help of magic and magic, Corey successfully annihilated most of the goblins, gnolls, ogres, and trolls, and captured many human mercenaries. It can be said that the purpose of this battle has been basically achieved, and all that remains is to clean up the battlefield and bury the corpses.

Seeing that the general trend was gone, Sarah Brightman decisively abandoned all his subordinates and stepped forward to make a mage salute. "Your Excellency, Honorable Duke, congratulations on winning this contest. In the future, no one in the land of West Hartland will be able to shake the dominance of the Angome family. ”

"You see, I said that Ms. Sarah Brightman must be exactly what I thought." Dick said in a half-joking tone.

"You're welcome to join us, ma'am. I have a big plan for collaboration. But before we do that, please show your sincerity. As he spoke, Henry took out the Staff of Death Cloud and handed it to the other party. He obviously meant only one, and that was to kill all the elite soldiers in front of him.

First, it can completely cut off Sarah Brightman's retreat, and second, these guys are all die-hard loyalists of the Iron Throne, and it is impossible to surrender, and killing them to prevent future troubles is the best way to deal with them.

As for the fallen paladin Dert and his Hell Cavalry, they were completely handy, maybe the "Hussar King" was famous in the eyes of ordinary people, but it was nothing in the eyes of legendary spellcasters. Especially after the fall, he completely lost the power given by the gods, and even a warrior of the tenth level was inferior. (To be continued......)