Looking at the fierce battle situation ahead, Viscount Gul silently opened a magic scroll.

That knight was too powerful to fight three transcendents by himself, and although he had a great advantage in equipment, he also said that he was 'not good at close combat'.

This sentence is not mentioned for the time being, if he is still not good at melee combat, then there are not many people in this world who are good at close combat.

Even with the help of equipment, one person can face three extraordinary sieges, which is also very powerful, his army is impossible to regroup for the time being, and those two beasts are also unexpectedly powerful and cunning, so only he personally took action.

If it weren't for the fact that all three knights of the Gul family were there this time, then the family might have suffered.

It was a good idea to call them back for a meeting!

Viscount Gul activated the magic scroll in his hand, the rune light written on the scroll flickered, and a rootless fire suddenly ignited, instantly burning the scroll that Viscount Gul held in front of him, and the scroll turned into fly ash and condensed in his palm.

The surrounding magic and elements were pulled into Viscount Gul's palm, and several silver-blue arcs of lightning began to beat in front of him.

Phew-

The sound of breaking wind sounded in his ears, but the corners of Viscount Gul's mouth turned up slightly, and he looked at Yeldirim on the other side.

The magic-breaking arrow landed on the shield in front of him, shattering.

The strong wind after the shield shattered ruffled Viscount Gul's hair and robes, but he didn't care, raised his left hand, and pointed at the elf.

The lightning followed his will and stabbed into a spear, the winding arc piercing through the air, leaving a scorching stench on its way, and in the blink of an eye, it appeared in front of Yildryum's eyes.

- [Lightning Beam]!

The elf rolled on the ground, and the lightning fell on the ground, blasting a hole in the stone floor, and the splash of wet dirt fell on him in part, making him look a little embarrassed.

With a kick on the ground, Yildirim rushed into the front hall, but in front of him, Viscount Gul tore open two magic scrolls at the same time!

The glow of magic flickered in the elves' eyes, and the arc reappeared beside Viscount Gul, swirling and guarding him.

- [Lightning Shield]!

The flames condensed in Viscount Gul's hands and condensed into a sphere, the light of which reflected the handsome nobleman's face.

- [Fireball Technique]!

Viscount Gul had already raised the fireball in his hand, but the elf who was about to rush in front of him bounced off the ground, reversed his body in the air, crossed over the head of Viscount Gul, hooked the chandelier hanging from the ceiling of the antechamber with one foot, stood firmly on it, and pulled the powerful bow in his hand.

The nobleman threw the fireball in his hand with great force, and at the same time took out a piece of leather from the material pouch at his waist and began to chant the incantation.

Yeldirim jumped away from the chandelier and watched as the fireball passed him and landed on the chandelier behind him, causing a violent explosion.

The hot wind swept behind him, but it was exactly what he wanted!

Stretching in the air, the elf aimed the arrow at the nobleman below, and then shot it with a swift shot.

The leather vanished in Viscount Gul's hand, and an invisible force field quietly condensed around him, and he stepped back a few steps, watching as the arrow pierced through the [Mage's Shield] and then pinned to the ground.

A smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Viscount Gul patted his robe, looking up and smiling at the elves in the air.

"You've lost!" he whispered.

Seeing this, Yeldirim was shocked.

Then an arrow swooped in from afar, pierced his shoulder, and slammed him into a pillar in the antechamber, nailing him to it.

This is not the woodland he is familiar with!

His back and head slammed into the pillars of the supporting column, and a sharp pain came from his shoulder, and the bow slipped weakly from his hand and fell to the ground.

Yeldirim gritted his teeth, but the drops of sweat kept coming out.

He hung in mid-air, his legs hanging weakly, and he wanted to raise his hand to pull out the arrow, but his body didn't have the slightest strength.

After observing his 'trophies', Viscount Gul glanced at the chandelier that had fallen to the ground, snorted coldly, and looked back.

There were only two of them, and even if that knight could stand up to three transcendent sieges in the first place?

Viscount Gul thought so, he thought he had already won!

However, when he looked back, the proud smile that had not been raised for long was already frozen on his face.

The warrior and shield bearer had fallen to the ground, and all that was left was the strength to breathe—

The warrior fell to the ground with his sword on his knees, blood gushing from the wound on his chest, and the shield bearer was already lying on the ground, and the shield was shattered, and his life and death were unknown.

"Whew!"

Knight Lund whistled and told the two horses to take back.

Viscount Gul looked further away, his soldiers were now gone, and except for a few lying on the ground unable to move, the rest of them did not know where they had gone.

The three transcendents of the Gul family are now only one archer hidden in the shadows, and the army has been directly defeated - by two horses?

After being stunned for a moment, Viscount Gul raised his head and gritted his teeth as he looked at the knight who was slowly walking towards him.

His body was trembling, because of anger, but also because of fear!

“...... What the hell are you trying to do?!" Viscount Gul exclaimed.

Knight Lund suddenly turned around and slashed, splitting the arrow in half.

From beginning to end, the shooter hiding in the shadows didn't hurt him in the slightest, not even scratching his armor.

"Didn't we say it in the beginning?"

A crack stretched from his left shoulder to his chest, and the armor on Knight Lund was split, but the inner armor was still undamaged.

"We have come to save the people of Yildirim. Knight Lund leaped to his feet, slashed the shaft with his sword, and pulled the elf off the pillar.

"That is, commonly known as 'elf slaves'!"

His voice was indifferent, as if without a trace of emotion, and Viscount Gul looked at the knight's eagle-like eyes, and his heart trembled.

“...... Just because of this?!" Viscount Gul asked, his face contorted, and he gritted his teeth.

"Of course, we wouldn't be here. ”

Knight Lund glanced at him, sneered, and shook his head: "Don't worry, I won't kill you, this time we didn't come out to kill people, and a nobleman like you, although some die unrepentant, is not a good nobleman." ”

"Tell me, where is your family's secret room where elf slaves are imprisoned?"

Viscount Gul glared angrily, "You-"

"Don't delay, it's useless! that shooter won't show up anymore!" Knight Lund snorted coldly, "He already understands the gap between him and me, he can't hurt me in the slightest." Tell me, and we'll leave!"

Hearing this, Viscount Gul was stunned.

The young and handsome nobleman's face turned pale, and his mind was in chaos.

"Young Master......"

There was a soft cry from behind him, and Viscount Gul turned his head and saw his butler standing outside the gate with his waist and abdomen covered, his face full of pleading, "Young Master......"

Then, his gaze crossed the chaotic 'battlefield', and except for the two restless horses still standing tall, the rest of them could no longer stand.

Seeing this, Viscount Gul suddenly laughed miserably: "Heh, what have I done......"

Obviously, he didn't like the elf slave very much......

The glory of the family?

Now it's all gone!