Broad World

The screaming sound of killing had already alarmed Soba's defenders, Anta Silvershield's legal wife, Madame Briela, who had just arrived at the head of the city in armor, was watching the battle nervously. In the novel, when she saw Henry's flag rushing into the Iron Throne camp, she immediately turned around and said to the gray-haired old man following behind: "Master Slott, I need your wisdom now."

The old man, known as Master Slott, bowed slightly and suggested: "Madam, please pardon me, the Silver Shield family has undoubtedly declined after this catastrophe. Your husband and son have died one after another, and your daughter is now too. Without a trace, the best way is to take the initiative to offer the legal ownership of the northern land, and only keep an empty title. Only in this way can you get the shelter of Duke Henry and continue to live the life of a noblewoman. You must know that in West Hartland This land does not recognize wife's inheritance rights, so under the premise that it is uncertain whether Miss Shi Ji is alive, taking the initiative can get more benefits."

"Do you mean to merge the Principality of Silver Shield into the Principality of Dalaran?" Bria asked blankly.

As a widow who has almost lost all hope, her only hope now is to retain the remaining wealth of the Silver Shield family and hide in a place where there is no war to comfortably survive the rest of her life. However, this wish is not so easy to realize. After all, the Silver Shield family still has so many relatives, all of whom are coveting Anta. Silver Shield's legacy would have long been a riot if it hadn't been for the siege of the army.

Slott shook his head slightly and lowered his voice to explain: "No, it is not merged, but to your niece or niece in the form of inheritance rights. As long as the Silver Shield Principality still exists, there is the possibility of follow-up operations. Of course. The prerequisite for this is that Miss Shi Ji must be retrieved as soon as possible. Otherwise, the two countries will be truly integrated in a few years."

Brila sighed with a wry smile and asked: "Will this annoy Henry? We are now at the end of the road. If we lose his asylum, I am afraid that the future will be sad."

"You can forge a suicide note from the Duke of Silver Shield. No one will be angry with a nobleman who died bravely, even if his last words are absurd, they must be executed, because this is a common rule on the mainland." said Slott. There was a sly smile on his dissatisfaction with Wrinkle's sophistication.

"Well, I will prepare now and leave it to you here. If Duke Henry's army asks to enter the city, please meet their requirements immediately. I don't want anything unpleasant to happen at this time." After speaking, he took his personal guards and walked down the city wall and walked towards the temporary residence in the city. She now holds the personal seal of Duke Anta Silver Shield. It couldn't be easier to make a will.

At the same time, in the big camp outside the city, Henry was jokingly watching the high-levels of the Iron Throne. Because he was very curious about this organization composed of black-hearted businessmen and careerists, and it was completely different from most other evil organizations, such as the Sandalin Society, the Dragon Lich Cult, the Red Robe Mage, and so on.

The Iron Throne does not have a strong leader, and there is no such thing as an ultimate goal or a lair. As long as it is a place where business is prosperous, there are shadows of these guys. Their purpose is very simple, that is, to obtain more wealth, for which they will not hesitate to plot war or subvert the local government. This can be seen from the turmoil at Baldur's Gate last time.

It can be said that these guys are like a group of real businessmen who dare to trample on all morals and laws. Don't care about the life and death of others, as long as the benefits are large enough, you can even sell your own soul. They usually elect several agents to manage their daily work, and there is a huge interest group behind each agent.

Sarah Brightman, Baldwin, and Dick are obviously agents in a certain area. As long as you can catch them, you can dig out the unscrupulous merchants hidden in the dark, by which you can not only coerce the other party to serve yourself, but also destroy the foundation of the Iron Throne on a large scale.

Of course, these guys will definitely not catch it, especially Sarah Brightman, who has tried to use teleportation spells several times in a row, trying to escape from this dangerous place. But unfortunately, in front of the legendary spellcaster, these spells of no more than five levels could not even splash.

Henry leaned slightly and threatened with a smile: "Mr. of the Iron Throne, oh, and a lady, I am very sorry for disrupting your plan, but there is no way. I want to get something now. The internal news of the Iron Throne, so I hope someone can take the initiative to stand up, otherwise I’m afraid I won’t be so polite once I wait for it myself."

"Master, I don't think there is any need to talk nonsense with these guys, I can kill them all, and then detain the soul and slowly torture." Said Shandier jumped off the dragon's back, licked her lips and made suggestions. . She exudes an evil breath from the inside out, even without magic detection, she can easily feel a burst of strong **** smell.

There is no doubt that this female warlock with the blood of the lower planes killed many people along the way, and many of them were tortured, otherwise it would be impossible to accumulate so many negative emotions in her body. Her weird eyes were glowing with a faint red light. If it weren't for the magical items to cover the tail and horns, it would be no different from the real demon.

"No, I think this lady and gentlemen will make the right choice. In addition, this is a public occasion, it's better to give me some restraint." Henry finished looking at himself, the most annoying one, with cold eyes. Troubled men.

Shandi felt as if she had been stabbed by something in an instant, she couldn't help but slapped wisely, and immediately closed her mouth wisely. Obviously, she understood the warning contained in her eyes, and understood that she seemed to be immersed in chaos and evil nature again and could not extricate herself.

Seeing the Sorceress regained her sanity, Henry ignored her, turned his head and said to the senior officials of the Iron Throne: "Everyone, the time for consideration is over. Now please tell me your choice. Is it cooperation or... …" He deliberately delayed a long tone, in order to put some psychological pressure on the other party.

"If you say it, can you promise to let me go?" Dick, who was a wandering swordsman, asked first. 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!" Baldwin's face was full of fear, and even his voice trembled.

"No, I'm not crazy, and I've been sober like never before. Didn't you realize that a new opportunity is in front of us. Of course, you may have to take a little risk, but the gains are absolutely amazing. Of course, there is still a little bit before that. Small problems need to be solved..."

As soon as the voice fell, Dick rushed up, and the rapier and dagger in his hand stab at Bedwin from two different directions. Before the warrior had time to react, he pierced his neck and heart instantly. The blood mist sprayed 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 the scene before them, whether it was the personal grievance between the two or the forces behind it.

Dick took a white handkerchief out of his pocket, wiped the blood beads from his weapon, and then put it on the face of the corpse. He ignored the disoriented soldiers, strode forward and bowed deeply.

"I think I have proven my sincerity. I wonder if you are satisfied, Lord Duke?"

"Very satisfied, we are now partners." Henry replied with a laugh and applauded. To be honest, he admired the decisiveness and cruelty of the wandering swordsman in front of him.

You know that for most people, making choices is always a difficult thing, especially when it comes to life and death and their future. 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 is my honor to be able to work with a great person like you. I believe Ms. Sarah Brightman must think so too."

"That's not necessarily true. You know this lady has been trying to escape from the beginning." Henry turned his gaze to Sarah Brightman in a crimson robe. He believed that this woman would never do stupid things with the red robe mage's ability to see the wind.

Just as a few people were talking, the battle of annihilation came to an end. Relying on the advantages of combining inside and outside with the assistance of magic and divine art, Corey successfully annihilated most hobgoblins, wolves, ogres, and trolls, and also captured many human mercenaries. It can be said that the purpose of this battle has been basically achieved. All that remains is to clean the battlefield and bury the corpses.

Seeing that the situation was over, Sarah Brightman decisively abandoned all of her subordinates and walked up to the two to walk a mage ceremony. "Your Excellency Duke, congratulations on winning this contest. No one will be able to shake the dominance of the Angome family in the land of West Hartland in the future."

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

"You are welcome to join, ma'am. I have a grand plan for cooperation. But before that, please show your sincerity." Henry took out the Dead Cloud Staff and handed it to the other party. He obviously had only one meaning, and that was to kill all the elite soldiers in front of him.

On the one hand, Sarah Brightman's retreat can be completely cut off, and on the other hand, these guys are diehards of the Iron Throne, and it is impossible to surrender. Killing them is the best way to deal with them.

As for the fallen paladin Delt and the **** cavalry under his hand, it is completely easy to deal with, maybe "Hussar King" in the eyes of ordinary people can be regarded as famous, but in the eyes of the legendary spellcaster, it is nothing at all. Especially after the fall, he completely lost the power bestowed by the gods, and even a warrior of more than ten ranks was inferior. (To be continued...)