In the early morning, the sun was exposed to the snow-capped mountain outside the city of Audis. After a glimmer of light was blown by the bitter cold wind, the ruins that burned in the city for a night were finally burned out and turned into coke and extinguished.

King Charlotte turned against the decadence that had been in the previous month and ordered the only remaining maids in the palace to serve his clothes, as well as his magnificent king's robe, heavy crown, and exquisite walking sticks. King Charlotte seemed to have returned to his youth, and at that time he was so energetic that he wanted to do a great career.

However, the facts are much different than the imaginations I imagined when I was young.

The palace maids and guards in the palace escaped most of the last night. Although the palace guards were vigorously stopping the escape incident, the situation did not improve, and even inside the guards themselves, there were personnel fleeing.

The palace guards are different from the Iron Armored Guards. There are many noble children among them. Most of them are stuffed in by elders in the family to get involved in qualifications. Who will stay here to die at this time?

The palace guards had long been corroded from their bones, but they had been washed away by others' bright appearance.

"Forget it, they want to escape, let them escape." In the end, King Charo said, the old king had been completely defeated. He once thought that with the powerful weapon of Audis, he could block the attack of the Fosters.

Even the battles of the Luang for a week made him think that the Fosters were just like this.

However, with just one night of full force, the guards of Audis City broke out in an instant, like a river dam that broke through. Not only did they break the final defense of Audis City, but they also shattered King Charo's vigorous ambition.

The maids and servants in the palace, just run away if you want. The king no longer cares. These people are the people of Charlotte after all, and the elderly king doesn't want to see them bury themselves.

Yes, it was a funeral, and King Charola decided to live and die with Charola.

There is also a teleportation array made of "Yellow White Warlock" by Master Maris, who spends countless precious materials. It can teleport 10 people to 20 kilometers away at one time. With enough energy crystals, it can run five times a day. King Charo wants to leave, but no one can stop him.

Foster's magicians do not have that great ability to interfere with this distance teleportation.

It has to be said that in the field of alchemy, Master Maris of Charlotte has surpassed his mentor, the Guardian of Charlotte, and the official magician Karida.

In fact, as early as the beginning of Foster's siege, the royal family of Charlotte had retreated in an orderly manner. Because the teleportation personnel were scarce and the magic fluctuations were deliberately concealed, Fosterte's side had not noticed them.

Just last night, King Ciallo explained to his eldest son, Ciallo's crown prince, and watched his child disappear into the portal with his own eyes.

"Your Majesty, Marquis Philip is asking for a visit." A general hurriedly walked into the palace hall and reported to the king.

When the city was broken, the king knew that Marquis Philip had formed a fugitive convoy, but this time he did not stop him. He thought that Marquis Philip had done enough. From this perspective, King Charlotte was a rare wise ruler and did not think about letting everyone be buried with him.

He did not leave Marquis Philip, but entered the palace at this time, and the king showed a hint of surprise. "Biography!"

After receiving the order, the general hurriedly retreated. Fostertan's army was outside the palace, and some places had begun to siege, and he, the general, was busy to death.

Soon, Marquis Philip strode into the palace.

"Your Majesty!" Marquis Philip walked to the hall in a marquis python robe. Just like King Charlotte, Marquis Philip now also wore a brand new official robe.

"I didn't expect that in the end, you were your old friend." King Charo sighed.

One of Charlotte's three pillars, Marquis Clark, was only thirty years old, and was named the "God of War". Marquis Campbell was the illegitimate son of King Charlotte, and only Marquis Philip, who is strictly considered a peer of the king. Both of them were in their fifties.

Marquis Philip did not say much, he proved his determination with his actions.

"Let's go! Come with me to meet the enemy!" King Charo, who looked like an old man, laughed loudly, waved the king's scepter and walked out of the palace. Besides Marquis Philip, only some young nobles and generals of Charoy were followed.

Outside the palace, Prince Kensel rode a war horse and was surrounded by stars like stars around the surrounding nobles and generals. Looking at the dazzling eaves of the Charlotte Palace, Prince Kensel was full of mighty aura.

"Marte Marmen, how is the battle in the city now?" Prince Kensel waved his whip and asked Marmen beside him with a smile.

"The resistance is not very fierce everywhere, and it has been suppressed. Now only the palace has not been completely captured, but some areas have been broken through." Marquis Mamen replied.

"Marquis de Xiya, how is the progress of the Xiya Legion?" Prince Kensel asked Marquis de Xiya on the other side.

Because the Xiongfeng Legion was the last to participate in the battle, the losses were the lowest among the three major legions. The main force was the soldiers of the Xiongfeng Legion.

"The main gate has been captured, and all the side gates are surrounded. Now the soldiers are attacking the front gate of the palace hall." The Marquis of Siya replied.

The palace hall is usually the place where the king and his ministers and nobles discuss matters. Once the front door is captured, it can be said that the palace of Charlotte has been completely open to the soldiers of Foster.

"Let's go to the front door!" Prince Kensel slapped his horse and led the generals to the front door. He wanted to watch the destruction of the Kingdom of Charlotte with his own eyes. He wanted to put Fostein's flag on the palace of Charlotte with his own hands.

Now is the day when the decisive battle between the two countries ends. Almost all the top leaders of the Foster's military are gathered on both sides of Prince Kensell, and a group of people are sailing towards the Sharlot Palace in a mighty manner.

When King Charo walked to the front door of the palace, the remaining defenders of Charola were fighting bloody battles with the soldiers of the siege of Defostan. Although the number was very different, the remaining Charola army was extremely fierce. This was the only remaining elite.

Youdao is that two fists cannot match four hands. Although the Shirlo defenders resisted fiercely, they faced the Forstan soldiers who had a few times or dozens of times more than their own, and could only be submerged by the sea of ​​people and did not even make any waves.

As soon as King Charo approached the front door, he saw this scene: the crowd formed by countless Forstan soldiers divided and crushed the stubborn resistance Charo soldiers.

Just as these Charlotte soldiers who were standing in the end were about to be swallowed by the Fostein people, someone shouted, "His King is here!"

These Charlotte soldiers suddenly turned around and saw that their king was really so close to him.

The soldier, who had already exhausted, burst out with blood from his chest again, blocking the attack of Fostertan's soldiers.

"Stop it, Your Majesty is right behind!"

"You must block these bastards and protect your majesty's safety!"

"withstand!"

"..." Every Charlotte soldier who was still standing on the top of the city burst out with endless fighting spirit.

Seeing this, the guards and generals around King Charoluo also drew their swords and rushed to the top of the city, and together with the soldiers, resisting the Forstans.

Although their number is far from enough compared to the Foster's soldiers, it is just such a few people, and King Charlotte himself, to give these Sharlo soldiers a shot of a heart attack.

Similarly, the siege of Forstan's soldiers saw the old man behind the city wall wearing a gorgeous yellow robe, a crown and a scepter, and could not guess his identity.

They rushed to the city as if they were injected with chicken blood, holding a spear and dancing a sword. Judging from their momentum, they were no less than the Shirluo defenders.

The military merits in Fostertan's army are directly linked to their own gains. The more enemies you kill, the higher the enemy's rank or status, the more military merits you will get.

King Charlero's military merits were not announced, but the recent earl's head had a soldier who exchanged 1,000 points of military merits.

1000 points, if it is replaced by Derek, who has the lowest value, it is also 1000 Jindler. The king's head is always more valuable than the count. This is the idea of ​​every Forster soldier.

"I want that old man's head!" A very ferocious man Foster shouted, waving his huge axe, as if he was the squadron leader of a certain corps.

Before he finished speaking, a feather of iron arrows penetrated the big man's face, "Bang!" The big man fell to the ground in response.

There are still many capable soldiers in the remaining army of Sharlot. Not to mention anything else, there are several knights at the middle-level attendant level, and King Sharlot's head is not that easy to get.

But this mere danger cannot hinder the enthusiasm of the soldiers Foster.

The body of the fallen man was just a stepping stone for the subsequent soldiers, and more Forstan soldiers rushed to the front gate and headed towards King Charo.

"He is mine!"

"Don't let him run away!"

"Chasing, chasing!"

"He's there!"

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Most of the Fostertan soldiers fighting here were regular corpses of the three major legions, and few noble private troops were mixed in it.

These soldiers of regular legions, unlike Locke and others who are essentially affiliated with the nobles, can fight the autumn wind from time to time and earn extra money.

Although the soldiers of the regular corps are more well equipped, they receive better treatment. The only way for them to make progress is military merits, and most of their wealth comes from military pay.

Now seeing King Charo, the moving Kings Mountain, every Forstan soldier is trying hard to win the first place.

The madness of the Forstein soldiers made the defense of the front door of the palace be broken soon. As soon as the front door was broken, there was no place to stand in the Sharlot Palace.

Behind the front door is a wide square. After the nobles and ministers of Charlottes came to court on weekdays, they passed through this square and left the palace. In the past, they talked and laughed with their colleagues, and now they have blood and broken limbs flying everywhere.

Countless Forstein soldiers surrounded the remaining Sharrow soldiers, and the most central part of the encirclement was the current Sharrow King.

His Majesty's gorgeous robe was stained with some blood at some point, and the crown of thorns on his head became much more distant among the Canglan. Although he was a lot of embarrassment, the king still retained the minimum demeanor.

Behind the king was Marquis Philip holding a long sword. He also put a thin golden silkworm armor under the marquis python robe. It was this silkworm armor that saved Marquis Philip's life.

Marquis Philip, a high-level attendant, has just been targeted by experts in Fostertan's army, and a scratch from his neck to his left waist is proof of it.
Chapter completed!