This rule did not work well for Grand Duke Borg. His unfortunate childhood experience made him have a very distorted concept of family ties, and he treated people who were related to him by blood even more cruelly than he treated outsiders.
Beating and scolding are the lightest punishments. It is not uncommon for people to have their heads and body parts removed. It is pure luck that they can grow up.
Patram could remember no less than one of his brothers and sisters who died in infancy, and they claimed to have died of illness, but Patram knew the real cause.
Viscount Philip has been assisting in the defense and garrison of the Broken Mouth Blood Castle all year round and will not come back. I am afraid he also has this fear.
All the grand ducal families of the Byron Alliance have the responsibility to assist in the defense of the Blood Castle, but the Stracher family and the Lancelot royal family have always been the backbone of the force. Other grand ducal families rarely send their own troops to directly participate in the defense. , most of them will be converted into materials and military expenses.
Even if they did send troops, most of them would be miscellaneous troops, or even worse, criminals in the general's territory, randomly reorganized and stuffed through.
It is unique in the history of Manyu Army Leader to send out his most elite legion like this, led by the first heir himself, let alone other families.
It is said that it was Viscount Philip who personally asked for orders to persuade Archduke Borg to train the troops in actual combat so that the ace cavalry of the Manyu Army would always be at its peak, and to promote the military force of the Manyu Army.
Now that I think about it, Philip may have had his own considerations in it.
Through distance, Archduke Borg's control over this elite knights was reduced, slowly eroding it, and it was in his own hands.
Then there is the conscious avoidance of Archduke Borg.
Perhaps in the eyes of Viscount Philip, Archduke Borg is even more dangerous than the battlefield. At least he knows who his enemy is on the battlefield and knows when the opponent will attack.
Grand Duke Borg is unpredictable and unpredictable.
Not to mention the mistress of Faerûn Castle, there have been no fewer than five mistresses, none of which lasted more than ten years.
In such a family, who dares to get close to Grand Duke Borg?
It’s strange that children raised in such a family are normal.
"Okay, I'll do it." Condra nodded without hesitation, "But you have to create opportunities for me."
He has given up everything all this time, not just for this. He can even attack the woman who loved him deeply until the last moment before she died, so why would he care about attacking someone he doesn't know well.
"No problem." Patlem said through gritted teeth.
Neither Patram nor Conrad had any intention of using a third party. The fewer people who handle this kind of thing, the better. They wish that God and the earth knew what they knew.
Both Patram and Conrad were afraid of long nights and nightmares, so after finalizing the decision, they immediately started taking action.
Moreover, the entire operation was smooth and smooth beyond imagination. Conrad walked to the heavily protected Archduke Borg without any hindrance.
Patram is now in charge of Faerûn Castle, and creating opportunities is only one aspect.
It was also because they had simulated it countless times in their minds, and unknowingly, they had found out all the information and information they should have found out.
From the beginning, Angie Beina used conspiracy.
If you cannot resist temptation, you must take risks.
Archduke Borg has been semi-conscious for most of the past three weeks. Under the powerful force, the wounds around the spear have turned into sarcoma, wrapping the spear as if it were growing on his body.
If Archduke Borg's body shape was not too special, and the position of throwing the spear was too lucky, and he took the risk from the beginning and took out the spear, with the self-healing ability of the great knight and monster, he would have a very good chance of survival.
But now, if you want to retrieve the throwing spear, it is basically impossible without disembowelment surgery.
This powerful self-healing ability does not come without a price. The Borg male has shrunk twice in size, and a large amount of fat has been consumed to recover from injuries. Because the time is too short, the skin has no time to shrink, and it is like a human skin sack, loose and loose.
It accumulates on the body, making the whole person look older by dozens of years.
When Conrad was still five meters away from Archduke Berg, he suddenly stopped.
Archduke Borg, who had been in a coma most of the time, suddenly opened his eyes. Against the backdrop of the loose skin, they looked so bright and energetic that when he stared at Conrad, he had the illusion of being pricked by a needle.
"Patram is more useless than I expected. Not only did he arrive so late, he didn't even have the courage to send his father off. If he could come in person today, I would admit that he is my son.
A descendant of the Lun family, now... Even if Angie Beina, the scheming little bastard, helps him, he cannot be Phillip's opponent. If it were Phillip, he would have taken action immediately... Hahaha
...How can a group of idiots who only hide behind their backs and scheme against each other become a big deal?"
It has to be said that the Phelan family has a very crazy factor. Archduke Borg knew clearly what Conrad was here for, but he didn't scream immediately, but instead talked about it and commented on the regicide of his own children.
something.
The argument was even more incredible. Instead of condemning their madness, they believed that they were very courageous for not taking action themselves, and were not the true blood of the Phelan family.
Could it be that their family has a tradition of regicide and patricide?
Conrad was not wrong about his suspicion. The Phelan family really had this tendency in terms of inheritance. Only a handful of times the handover of the Grand Duke's position was carried out peacefully. There was either a conflict between father and son, or a dispute between uncles, nephews or brothers.
There are many bloody battles and bloody battles.
Grand Duke Borg's rise to power was not very righteous, because he was the third heir to the Faerun family at the time, and was not the strongest at the time, but within half a year before the old Grand Duke died suddenly.
Of the two leading heirs, one fell off his horse and broke his neck, while the other immediately went mad and died on the woman's belly.
Their deaths are no longer suspicious, but rather ridiculous. The one who fell off the horse was a regular knight who liked to tame fierce horses since he was a child. The one who died on the woman's belly was a man with a special hobby who usually liked men more than women.
color.
These two ways of death are the most impossible ways for them to die.
The target of their deaths was naturally aimed at the biggest beneficiary, Grand Duke Borg. Even the sudden death of the old Grand Duke was not clear to him.
Judging from what Archduke Borg just said, the blame he has been carrying for so many years is not the blame.
"Ahem... I thought everything was under my control, but I didn't expect that I would fall for the little tricks of these despicable people and delay taking action for so long. Is Philip going to fight back soon?"
Grand Duke Borg hit the nail on the head. No matter how stupid and tyrannical he has been in recent years, as an old politician, his political vision is still extremely vicious.
"What are you waiting for? Let's do it!" On the contrary, it was Archduke Borg who urged Conrad.
"I'm offended." Conrad was already on the bowstring and had no choice but to move towards Archduke Borg very cautiously.
"Wait a minute, can you tell me how you plan to kill me? After all, I am the Grand Duke who leads an army. My death will be too embarrassing and will harm the reputation of the Faerun family." Grand Duke Borg suddenly stopped.
"I'm ready..."
"Crack!"
"Go to hell!"
Archduke Borg shouted loudly, and with a mistake of his hands, he broke off the half of the spear that was exposed outside his body, and threw it at Conrad as a weapon.
A tiger is still powerful when it dies.
Even though Archduke Borg was seriously injured, he was still a great knight. The throw just now contained all his hope and strength, and the speed was quite impressive.
The most important thing is that the distance between the two is close enough. Before Archduke Borg's shout could even reach the ground, the broken spear had already appeared in front of Conrad.
"Dark Shield!"
Conrad shouted low, and the surrounding light seemed to be distorted. A dark shadow flashed in front of him and collided with the broken spear, causing a slight delay and deflection.
But it was enough, enough for Conrad to turn sideways and avoid the vital parts of his body, leaving only a bloody gash on his body.
"Dark Warlock... What a pity..."
After saying this, it was a pity. Grand Duke Borg's eyes were like burned out candlelight, slowly dimming, and his huge body lost its support and became as soft as a pool of mud.
Archduke Borg breathed his last breath before Conrad took action. Those words, "It's a pity" became his last words in life. I don't know if it was a pity that he didn't kill Conrad? Or there were other new discoveries.
Condra looked at Archduke Borg with some complicated emotions. This was a paranoid and almost crazy man who had lived in battles all his life. Even when he knew that he was going to die, what he thought about was not just sitting back and waiting for death, but how to fight back. If not
If he was cautious enough, he might be dragged to his death.
"There's an assassin!"
"Catch the assassin!"
"Protect the Grand Duke!"
There was a commotion outside. The guards of Archduke Borg had long been frightened. Archduke Borg's accidents happened one after another, which was their biggest dereliction of duty.
But only a thousand days can catch a thief, but a thousand days can't prevent a thief.
No matter how tight the defense is, there will still be mistakes, let alone when one of your own people deliberately creates opportunities.
Grand Duke Borg's dying counterattack alerted the guards outside.
Conrad did not dare to neglect and rushed outside. He did not dare to take the main entrance and passed directly through the window. When passing by Archduke Borg, he was still worried to prevent him from cheating his death. He pressed his hand on his heart.
The last shadow disappeared in a blink of an eye, using the skill of beating cattle across the mountain that Sean had previously discovered on Archduke Borg.
Obviously Sean was not the first person to discover this technique. At least Conrad also knew it and was far more proficient than Sean.
In terms of spell cultivation, Conrad is far more advanced than Sean. Even if he does not have the Whisper level, he is still a senior control level. However, the power of spells has been cast twice in a row without the help of a medium. The consumption is not small for him, and his forehead leaks.
A layer of fine beads of sweat appeared.
Conrad just pushed the window and stepped back faster.
"die!"
An angry shout came from outside the window.
The entire window exploded, and the sky was sprayed inward like a goddess scattering flowers.
A sword light, like a white sword, kept magnifying in Conrad's eyes.
A tall figure, like a bull, followed closely behind.
Conrad's eyes shrank to the point of needles, and he almost groaned.
Champion Knight!
Clifford, chief of the bodyguard of Archduke Borg.
Shouldn't he be resting now?
Even if he didn't rest, Patram should have sent someone to hold him back.
Conrad's first reaction was that Patram had framed him.
He immediately denied it. After all, he was from Patram. If he was caught, Patram would definitely be involved.
This kind of distracting thought is just fleeting, and there is no more time to think about it.
Because he was facing a champion knight who was in a state of rage.
It's one thing to watch a champion knight compete, but it's another thing to fight against a champion knight head-on. Only when you are there can you truly feel how terrifying the opponent is.
The extremely fast sword speed gives the illusion of being inevitable.
The shadow power in Conrad's body surged again, this time it was not outward, but inward, pouring into his legs, like a humanoid frog, and flew out directly.
"court death!"
Clifford followed closely and changed his tactics temporarily, switching from stabbing to picking, preparing to cut Conrad into pieces directly.
The champion knight is not only terrifying in terms of strength and speed, but also the superhuman reaction ability is even more terrifying. There are dozens of changes in one sword, that's what I'm talking about.
Excellent power control allows them to change their moves as they please based on your reaction, giving them the illusion of being undefeable.
Conrad's method of hiding his body in the air is undoubtedly fatal.
Ordinary people rarely use this move, because it will make them lose the focus of subsequent moves. Veteran soldiers, unless they are riding horses, rarely let their feet leave the ground at the same time, and use high kicks to make them more powerful.
Less, because in a chaotic war, once someone falls to the ground, the death rate will increase significantly.
Conrad was no ordinary person. The power of the shadow spell ejected from his legs pushed him up one meter again. Like a cannonball, he hit the roof and flew out, avoiding Clifford's deadly pursuit.
"Stay here!"
How could Clifford let go of the murderer of Archduke Berg? Although he did not check Archduke Berg's condition at close range, with the keen perception of the champion knight, he could easily detect the current condition of Archduke Berg, a man whose heart had stopped beating.
How can people have hope of survival?
Clifford kicked his legs and jumped up as well, his speed was not much slower than Conrad who used the power of magic.
"Don't let the assassin escape, shoot the arrow! Shoot the arrow! Shoot the arrow!" A panicked and angry command sounded from outside the house.
Clifford had just rushed out of the hole made by Conrad like a shadow, and was greeted by an overwhelming rain of arrows.
Clifford roared angrily and could only choose to defend.
He only wears simple leather armor now, but he doesn't dare to let the arrow rain hit him.
Even if you are a champion knight, your body is still mortal. No matter how high your physique is, it cannot be harder than iron armor. A high physique is more reflected in your strong recovery and endurance. Your defense is still relatively limited. Some areas that have been patiently polished can, at most, be
It is comparable to cowhide, the muscles are stronger, and it is not easy to be penetrated. It is far from invulnerable.
Clifford was delayed by the arrows, and Conrad jumped off the roof, swerving in all directions, and disappeared without a trace, because he was dressed in the most ordinary guard attire.
Conrad is not the kind of person who rushes into action with enthusiasm. Although the time is short, the preparations are quite complete. Not only is he prepared for a successful assassination, but he also considers the escape route if the assassination fails.
It is obviously impossible to outrun a champion knight, but it is very easy to confuse his vision.
"What are you doing?"
Clifford almost exploded with anger. Did this wave of arrows stop the assassin or stop him? If the person who had just directed the arrow shooting was not a member of the Grand Duke's bodyguard whom he knew very well, he couldn't help but wonder if the other party was an accomplice.
No, even the people in the Grand Duke's Guards who know everything about it must still be suspicious, because loyalty is something that will keep changing with time, circumstances and external temptations.