Time went back half an hour ago, and Betel led the soldiers to the direction of the castle like crazy.

But suddenly the sky suddenly brightened and it immediately became darker!

This is actually an illusion. When they turn their backs to strong and fast flashes, this kind of visual disorganization will occur.

Betel, who was riding on the horse, was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, he heard a loud bang, as if it was like a thunder thunder exploded a little behind his head.

The eardrums were almost broken.

Even the trained war horses were so scared that they neighed uneasy.

Betel's riding skills were not bad, and the war horse under him was quite a majestic. It took less than two seconds to comfort him. Then he looked back and his eyes and mouth gradually became bigger.

A huge "firework" flew out of the city wall, covering the sky and in a vertebral shape, densely packed, red and blue "firework" spread out like raindrops in the air, filling the field of vision, and falling down again.

Better watched the "fires" falling from the sky in amazement, watching them extinguish in mid-air, turning into small black stones, and landing not far behind, as if a rock rain was falling.

Many children in the city cried, but they were quickly covered by adults.

The doors and windows on both sides of the street were closed in a hurry.

It’s very fast to calm down the city.

Betel stared blankly at the collapsed city wall in the distance, his face pale.

After a while, he looked at Wade, who was also stunned, not far away, incredible: "Big...Big Magic?"

Because the magician has a high status, the master-level magician has his own exclusive title: the Great Magician.

When Wade heard Better's words, he came back to his senses and swallowed hard: "It's still a plastic energy system. Better, this is no longer something that our Wade family can interfere."

After saying this, he slowly stepped back and walked out of the team and stood at the entrance of the alley on the side of the road. It seemed that as soon as Better made any abnormal moves, he would turn around and escape.

Betel smiled miserably, said nothing, waved his hand, and left quickly with his own. Instead of going to the castle, he headed towards the east gate.

As a nobleman, Betel knew very well that he had really kicked the steel plate this time. He never expected that the stupid but had the ability to strengthen Ellie had such a terrible power behind her.

Why didn't she tell herself... If she had known this, he would still use Ellie, but would never regard her as a tool that would be discarded. She would definitely truly regard her as the future city lord's wife. Even if she could not use the power behind her, Ellie's auxiliary strengthening of the army was very powerful.

The feeling of regret was like a poisonous snake that devoured his heart.

If he is given a chance, he will definitely spoil Ellie to heaven.

But it's all too late.

The city gate was broken and the castle was burned. Now he had to escape to his grandmother's house, hoping that his grandparents could protect him.

After all, my grandfather is an earl and has a stronger army. Since he is the son of gold, he has to consider it.

With such thoughts, Better left the East Gate without hesitation.

But when he left the city and trotted on the dirt road with his soldiers, he found five people hanging from behind them. Looking at their appearance, movements, figures and walking habits, they were either thieves or scouts, or professionals.

Do you want to kill them all?

Betel gritted his teeth and waved his arms to make the army rush on the road faster.

But he sat on the war horse himself, and the soldiers ran on two legs. At first, the soldiers could barely keep up, but as time passed, more and more soldiers fell behind.

The five people were not interested in the soldiers who were left behind. They took a long way and did not want to clash with the soldiers who were left behind and mistakenly thought they were going to be killed because they were left behind.

Is the only goal you are?

Betel gritted his teeth and dared not run too fast anymore.

Because many soldiers found that the pursuers behind seemed to have no interest in them, they had some thoughts, and many people deliberately fell behind and left to become deserters. If they ran faster, the soldiers could not bear it and fled, and then they would definitely be caught by the five thieves alone.

Soldiers are the guarantee of their personal safety. So he had to slow down.

But even so, the number of soldiers behind him was getting smaller and smaller.

By the evening, there were less than forty soldiers who could still follow him, all of them were panting, and they looked like they were about to be exhausted and unconscious if they ran down.

Betel knew very well that he could not run away.

We must sit down, give the soldiers some rest, and give them food and drink.

But they left too quickly, without supplies, only a little water and food with them. And after running for most of the day, they ate almost the same food.

Betel flipped off the war horse. He looked at his beloved horse and found that the situation was not good for it. He had a little foam on his lips. If he didn't give it water, the war horse would die suddenly.

But now, where is the water? There is a grassland and a small wood.

And the five people who followed them also came close, about forty meters apart.

Some soldiers reluctantly picked up the knife to warn them, and the five people stopped approaching and looked at them from afar.

One of them took out a large melon from somewhere and divided it into several portions with a short sword. Each of them held a piece and chewed it in big mouthfuls. Even if it was thirty or forty meters away, he could hear a crisp crackling sound.

I knew that this melon was sweet and juicy at first hearing.

These five people stared at them jokingly while eating melons.

Many soldiers subconsciously licked their lips.

Better also felt abnormally thirsty.

He stood up and shouted to the five people: "Two gold coins, sell me a melon. I know that your son of gold has a backpack on them. There should be extra one."

Five players smiled strangely and did not respond.

Is it because the money I gave was not enough? Or did they only bring out a melon.

Better took a deep breath and continued, "Then let's change the way we cooperate. If you don't chase us, I'd like to give each person five gold coins to express my gratitude. If you are willing to escort us, I'd like to spend one gold coins every day until I'm safe."

The five players' expressions were even more bizarre, and they were even a bit obscene.

"If you think there is little, we can discuss it."

Betel believes that there is no one in this world who does not love money, even gods. Otherwise, how could there be gods like Wojin, the god of wealth?

At this time, a player burst into laughter and spewed out all the melons in his mouth, which was extremely indecent.

He wiped his mouth and smiled, "Beter, your castle is the fire set by a few buddies. Before setting the fire, we turned your castle to the sky, with a total of 63 gold coins and thirty blue-green crystals. The gems are more valuable, right? By the way, this melon also came out of your home."

Players' thieves all use the three-in-one skills of "secret door intuition", "plundering", and "stealing". Due to time constraints, there may be some minor omissions, but they will never leave behind truly valuable things.
Chapter completed!