The two knights glanced up at the approaching monster, and now they were able to control the fear in their hearts, which was not worth much to them.

In fact, they also sensed that something was wrong, because other than the shock they received at first, the monster's abilities were not worth mentioning.

The two knights did not underestimate the monster because of this, and the Marquis of Elfaro also said that it was his 'masterpiece', the 'masterpiece' of the 'Bauhinia' family.

Although it is not yet known whether these words can be trusted, the monster may not be as powerful as it appeared at the beginning, but it should not be underestimated, once underestimated, it means that it is taken lightly, and on the battlefield, any neglect may lead to defeat.

The monster landed as Marquis Elfaro's words fell, and they even had some suspicions that the monster might still be under the control of Marquis Elfaro, which was not impossible.

The two knights gave a deep look at the Marquis of Elfaro, whose face was flat, and also put away their weapons and hurried back.

Krylov III listened to the words of the Marquis of Elfaro and never answered, after all, so many years have passed, and they have become completely strangers to Krylov III, they don't know if Krylov III really escaped, and now is not the time to think about these things, they want to unite those soldiers, whether they are soldiers of the Sad Wind Collar or soldiers of the royal army.

If this chaos continues, then they may die faster, but if they are united, they may still have the strength to fight.

"Useless ......"

After the two knights left, only the Marquis of Elfaro and the Swordmaster were left in front of the small city gate, as well as the old mage who had been swallowing clouds.

The Marquis of El Faro muttered in a low voice, muttering to himself, "'It' is like a natural enemy of mankind, from the moment it was born, the fate of 'it' has been sealed, can a group of people use their legs to outrun a person who can fly?"

The Marquis of Elfaro had already seen that it was impossible for those two knights to give up those soldiers unless it was a last resort, even if they were soldiers of the royal army, they didn't want to give up.

I have to admit that the old duke of the Sad Wind has done a good job in education, not at all like him, teaching a son who can only be arrogant and lascivious, and I don't know what it will be like after Yev and Merlot leave.

As a father, he can't always tie his son to take care of him, they should have left a long time ago.

Because it was time, the Marquis of Elfaro also let them leave, and came here with his lover to 'send them to death'.

"Fili, are you blaming me?"

The Marquis of Elfaro looked at the monster in the sky, and there was no joy in his eyes, because it was the masterpiece of 'Bauhinia', and it was the ancestors of the family who made it with their own hands, and without the knowledge of the ancestors of the family, he would not have been able to do this alone.

He was so tired of his life that he wanted to die too......

The female swordmaster shook her head, "No, how could I blame you, if I really want to blame you, then before you start this war, I will just stop you." ”

Hearing the words of his lover in his ear, the corners of the Marquis of Elfaro's mouth curled, and he said with emotion: "Originally, you and I should have been able to see our grandson get married and have children, and then our great-grandson and great-great-grandson...... But you and I are going to die now, don't you regret it?"

"No, I don't regret it!" the female swordmaster laughed as well, "never!"

The Marquis of Elfaro closed his eyes, bowed slightly, and then opened his eyes to look at the old mage.

"Floys Oak, what are you thinking? If it were you, no one would say anything even if you fled, right? After all, you're just a court mage hired by the royal family of Rezel, so you don't need to die for them, do you?"

The Marquis of Elfaro chuckled, "What's more, Krylov III may have run away now? Are you still staying here, trying to find a way to solve 'it'?"

"......' 'it' is good, but it's not without flaws. ”

The old mage did not answer directly, but his answer also confirmed the Marquis of Elfaro's conjecture.

The Marquis of Elfaro's face remained unchanged, because no matter how things would develop after that, even if 'it' was destroyed and died here, it had nothing to do with him.

It was just a little interested in helping 'it' - for 'it', the soul full of fear is the most delicious food, and those words just now only made the soldiers more panicked, and there was no intention beyond that.

The old mage's words could not interfere with his judgment, but he seemed to be a little interested in the 'flaws' that the old mage said.

This is what the 'mages' are good at, they are much better at 'research' than in combat, and since the old mage has already analyzed something, the Marquis of Elfaro is naturally ready to wait and see, because even he himself is quite interested in it.

"Uh......" The old mage puffed out a puff of cigarette, just about to talk to the Marquis of Elfaro about the things that had been analyzed.

His analysis is also a contest with the legendary mage of Abner Elfaro, and the contest between the legendary mages can benefit both sides a lot, whether it is a 'battle' or a 'discussion'.

But just as he was about to speak, another voice sounded in the sky above the plain!

"My soldiers, my warriors!"

It was the voice of Krylov III, and the steed was already being held by a guard and stood aside.

The horse snorted uneasily on the ground, snorting from time to time, because it also had a soul, and the monster in the sky was the natural enemy of all life, so the horse also showed uneasiness.

At this time, Krylov III was already fully dressed, even his hair was meticulously combed, the staff was held in his hand, and the mage robe was draped over his body, and he did not look at all like a person who was about to escape.

Behind him, the nobles were already on their horses, and their faces were full of excited smiles, and with the lives of those untouchables delayed, they should be able to escape without a hitch...... No, it's a 'smooth retreat'!

What is the army, as long as they don't die, then they can always form another army, they are so convinced!

The Marquis of Aroela also rode a horse, and his expression was complicated, and he wanted to stop talking, and he wanted to stop talking, his lips were pursed, and his heart was very struggling.

"Listen, I am your king, and I will fight side by side with you-" Krylov III did not say much, but made his decision clear in a few simple words, "I, Krylov III, will not retreat!"

With the help of his blank squire, Krylov III stepped onto his horse, and the nobles behind him with incredulous faces reacted.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty......"

A nobleman clenched the reins with both hands, swallowed his saliva, looked nervous, and asked in a trembling voice: "You, no, don't you want to retreat?"

"When did I say I was going to retreat?"

Krylov III glanced at the nobles, and suddenly found that the more he looked, the more disgusted he became.

The Marquis of Elfaro had said before, 'He was no different from these nobles' - yes, he was no different from these nobles!

He had always thought that he was different, he was very different from these nobles, these wastes, but it wasn't until just now that he realized that he was no different from these nobles, and he was also a 'waste'!

He was really greedy for life and afraid of death, he really wanted to escape, just like those nobles just said, he was a king, he saved his life, so it's easy to say anything...... Is that really the case?

Is a king who has abandoned his army and fled alone from his people, is he still a 'king'? Is he still qualified to be a 'king'?

"Before, the head maid of the Sorrowful Wind Leader had a correspondence with me, and it was at that time that I recognized the independence of the Sorrowful Wind Leader because of a sentence!"

Krylov III looked back at the stunned nobles and suddenly laughed.

"If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight!"

Krylov III left these words, then raised his horsewhip and struck the horse's hips hard.

The king, riding alone, rushed down the hill and rushed towards the battlefield!

Without looking back, he rushed over!