The gloom only lasted for a moment, and then a touch of indifference appeared on Kim Gates' face hidden in the dark night. In his opinion, although Yameyani's attitude completely eliminated the possibility of peace talks between the two parties, her methods also proved that she was a ruthless person.
At least, the possibility of Yameiyani having a backstage will be greatly reduced.
The good and evil of the superior can be understood in one decision.
Since she was able to violate the credibility of the nobles and attack Kim Gates with a cold arrow under such circumstances, then her rise from abjection is well-founded. Because often only those who are insidious enough can re-open in a chaotic order.
A foothold. I don't know how many "nobles" died under the cold arrows of Armenia when they were unprepared.
Aranza in the distance also thought of this when he saw the rain of arrows coming from the walls of Sophie City. He sighed with disappointment but interest, his eyes lingered on Yameyani, and said to himself: "Well, it seems
, the war will burn even more unbridled."
Few people around Aranza expressed doubts. Obviously, most of them understood what Aranza said.
At the foot of Sophie City, Kim Gates finally looked up at Yameyani on the city wall, but what caught her eye was a blurry black figure. She pushed away the soldiers holding torches on both sides, her face was shrouded in darkness, and her expression could not be seen. Fatty
Seemingly bored, his greasy mouth suddenly opened into a twisted smile. He said no more, turned his horse's head and ran back to the camp, with Karu closely guarding him.
In fact, Yameyani's expression at this moment was as blurry as the darkness around her.
"Sir, should we shoot another arrow..."
A bailiff behind Yameiyani looked at the back of Kim Gates who had not yet walked away, and immediately whispered in Yameiyani's ear that this was a rare opportunity.
"Enough!"
Yameiyani interrupted him coldly, and her cold gaze fell on the bailiff with her anger that had no place to pour out. She kicked the bailiff hard and yelled: "Damn it.
Yes, do you think I am a fool? If the bow and arrow were useful, that disgusting fat pig would have been fed to the fish in the moat!"
The bailiff was startled by Yameyani's sudden curse, but he suddenly thought of it, got up from the ground, and immediately tried to change the subject, but his tone seemed not to notice Yameyani's anger.
Said: "Then... Sir, should we let those guys out?"
"Um?"
Yameiyani suddenly thought of something, and a warm smile broke out on her cold face, and she said: "Haha, okay, let them all out! Haha, I want to see what this Duke Kim Gates plans to do."
cope!"
Of course, Kim Gates didn't hear what Yameyani and her commander were discussing. And the so-called coping or not was actually not within the scope of his consideration. However, when his horse just stepped into the camp,
There was a heart-wrenching sound of iron chains rubbing from behind, but it was Sophie City that lowered the closed suspension bridge.
"oh?"
Aranza was also curious for a while, so she simply gave up direct observation with naked eyes and asked Hancock beside him to superimpose two advanced eagle eye spells and a night vision spell on him. His vision was immediately so clear that even the iron nail patterns on the planks of the suspension bridge were clearly visible.
Chu.
"boom!"
After the harsh friction of the iron chain, there was the wailing sound of one end of the suspension bridge hitting the ground. Dust rose silently in the dark night. Then, the other party unhesitatingly put away the iron guardrail of the Sophie City gate.
Then open the heavy door.
"……cut!"
When she saw what was behind the door, Aranza couldn't help but feel contempt. It seemed that Yameyani still overestimated the kindness of Kim Gates. At least Aranza believed that there was no practical way to use these people to stop the Norland army.
The effect - they are civilians - residents of Sophie City wearing simple armor and holding inferior iron tools.
Even though their clothes were not thin, they were still shivering in the late autumn chill and were driven out of the city by a group of well-equipped cavalry.
At this time, Kim Gates happened to walk back to the central high platform. The magician who was dedicated to serving him superimposed several eagle eye spells on him when he saw him, and learned and used them immediately. He also used a crappy night vision spell on the fat man.
, the light of magic flickered on the two eyes of the fat man. After sweeping in the direction of Sophie City, the light slowly disappeared, but the look in his eyes was cautious. As the fat man turned around, it was clearly conveyed to Aranza.
.
"Well, what?"
Aranza felt unexpectedly curious. In his impression, Kim Gates was not a merciful person. Even if he sent troops to kill these civilians, there would be no way to deal with public opinion in the future. As long as he patiently gave public opinion an outlet,
Politicians who can't stop talking will jointly curse Armenia for using civilians as weapons, instead of criticizing the lives of many civilians harvested by the Norland Army.
"Master Captain..."
The fat man obviously had something else to worry about. He just said something softly, then glanced quietly to the right. With just this action, Aranza understood what Kim Gates meant.
In the direction of the fat man's eyes were Cyril and Elita.
Aranza then remembered that when they were on the Prairie, he had promised Cyril and Elita to be the vanguard of this battle, but based on the current situation... Aranza was not sure what would happen to Elita.
, but Cyril Aranza knew that she would never swing her sword at these civilians who were driven out of the city.
However, her unwillingness to swing her sword at those civilians did not mean that those civilians would not attack her. At least, Aranza had used the eagle eye technique to study their eyes, and there was something else besides fear.
Poor things need kindness, but sometimes kindness becomes a sharp blade that these poor things can grasp, piercing a path of blood from the merciful person.
"I know what you want to say."
Just when Aranza and Kim Gates were staring at each other, a voice without any emotion sounded. Elita seemed to realize something. She took a step forward and drew out the blue-white sword from her waist, her face expressionless.
Without the slightest change, he said: "I have the kindness and sincerity of a knight, but my sword does not."
A simple sentence with a clear meaning.
Even Li, who was riding on Longlong's back, couldn't help but open her eyes wide. This was the first time she heard her good partner say such words.
Hearing this, Aranza could only sigh in annoyance. He was originally hesitant about how to explain to Cyril and Elita, but he didn't expect that Elita would be the first to break the silence. Although Elita said it was no big deal, in this way,
Aranza was forced to face Cyril directly.
How to face Cyril is a question that Aranza has been deliberately avoiding recently.
At this time, Cyril stood quietly next to Ilita. She was wearing a flowing artifact armor. Even if she remained silent, the flowing light on the armor still made her the center of most eyes.
Aranza tried to look away from Cyril. Even so, the soul induction still clearly told Aranza that she was struggling. Of course Aranza wanted to say something, but he understood that once he spoke, no matter what he said,
Whatever it is, the effect will only be to urge Cyril to make a decision faster - if she refuses to fight, Aranza may be able to rest assured, but if she agrees to fight under Aranza's urging, Aranza may have to
I've been having a headache for a while, and the latter only means: Cyril's heart has been twisted.
What Aranza wants is a change, so that Cyril's thinking can naturally become clear and understand the meaning of some behaviors, instead of forcing her to accept a definition.
Whether Cyril intends to swing his sword at those civilians or not, Cyril can only decide for himself.
The flow of air suddenly became extremely solemn.
Aranza finally met Cyril's gaze, struggling and helpless. His words were stuck in his throat, and his hands stopped in mid-air. After all, he did not do anything. And Cyril did not ask him for help. Something was always there.
Unconsciously and quietly changing, Cyril still relied on Aranza. Even when Aranza was in the realm of silence, she would always unconsciously think about what she would do if he didn't come back.
She didn't know the way back to Azshara's primeval forest. Even after learning about the Orc civil war, Cyril didn't know whether the Azshara primeval forest next to the Orc soil and the Human land was still the same. And Silas
She is no longer by her side.
For Cyril, the end of Aranza is also the end of Cyril in a sense.
However, when Aranza returned, her dependence and longing for Aranza slowly evolved into a different kind of independence. She still relied on him and missed him, but always kept a distance from him. Because, even if she hadn't seen him for a long time,
Aranza's ideas are still in conflict with Cyril's. While he gives her dependence and longing, he also makes her feel scared and frightened.
Cyril suddenly remembered what Cecilia told her when they were in the Deep Blue Realm; and what Elita said to Cyril on horseback on the outskirts of Noland City.
She took a deep breath of the autumn night air and closed her eyes.
"Well, I understand."
Aranza suddenly smiled happily. He seemed to understand something, so he turned to look at Elita who was preparing, and asked her to lead the attack.
However, just when he was about to give the order, the crisp sound of the sword being unsheathed sounded in his ears.
He wouldn't know so easily.
The long sword "Peacock" in Cyril's hand quietly reflected the light of the autumn moon, and the light outlined traces of uncertainty on the sword. Her eyes were firm and she said: "I will go too."
Aranza's expression suddenly stopped mid-change.
a long time.
He smiled dryly. This may have been the result he had hoped for, but at this time, there was no excitement in his heart.
The Battle of the Two Knights is the name given by history to the Norland Army's attack on Sophie City. The reason is that in this battle, two people broke into the sight of history. One was Ilita, who had been silent for a long time, and the other
One is Cyril, whom he has never met.
They are knights.
They waved their swords at innocent civilians. Perhaps the name "Battle of the Two Knights" has an ironic meaning, or it may be a beginning.
In the central open space of the Norland army camp, Cyril and Ilita each rode a war horse. Behind them was the silent heavy cavalry team of the Norland army. The horses were strong and well-equipped. In front of them was