Half an hour ago, Bettel was leading the soldiers frantically in the direction of the castle.
But suddenly, the sky lit up and immediately darkened again!
This was actually an illusion, too. When their backs were to the intense and rapid flash of light, this reverse optical illusion would occur.
Bettel, who was riding on his horse, froze for a moment, and before he could react, he heard a loud bang, as if a thunderbolt had exploded a little behind his head.
His eardrums were almost shattered.
Even the well-trained warhorses neighed uneasily in fright at this moment.
Bettel's horsemanship wasn't bad, and the warhorse beneath him was also quite spirited. It took him less than two seconds to calm down, then he looked back, and his eyes and mouth gradually widened.
A huge "firework" flew up from the city wall, blotting out the sky and taking on the appearance of a vertebral eruption. Dense, red and blue "fireworks" scattered in the air like raindrops, filling the field of vision and falling again.
Bettel watched dumbfoundedly as these "fireworks" fell from the sky and extinguished in midair, turning into small black stones that crackled and fell not far behind, like a shower of stones.
The cries of many children rang out in the city, but they were quickly muffled by the adults.
The doors and windows on both sides of the street rattled and closed hurriedly.
Very quickly, the city quieted down.
Bettel stared blankly at the collapsed city wall in the distance, his face pale.
After a while, he looked in disbelief at Wade, who was also dumbfounded, not far away. "Great … Great Mage?"
Because Mages had a high status, Master Mages had their own exclusive title: Great Mage.
When Wade heard Bettel's words, he came back to his senses and swallowed hard. "Evocation, too. Bettel, this is no longer something our Wade family can get involved in. "
After saying this, he spurred his horse slowly backward out of the procession and stood at the entrance of an alley by the side of the road. It seemed that as soon as Bettel made any unusual move, he would turn around and run away.
Bettel smiled sadly and didn't say anything. He waved his hand and quickly left with his men. He didn't go back to the castle but headed in the direction of the east gate.
As a noble, Bettel knew very well that he had really kicked a steel plate this time. He had never thought that the stupid Allie, who had the ability to assist in strengthening, would have such a terrifying force behind her.
Why didn't she tell him … If he had known this earlier, he would still have used Ailey, but he would never have treated her as a tool that could be discarded after using her. He would have treated her as the future castellan's wife. Even if he couldn't use the power behind her, Ailey's ability to strengthen the army was still very powerful.
Regret gnawed at his heart like a poisonous snake.
If he was given a chance, he would definitely spoil Ellie to the heavens.
But it was too late.
The city gate was broken, and the castle was burned. Now, he could only escape to his grandmother's house, hoping that his grandparents would protect him.
After all, Grandpa was an Earl and had a more powerful army. Even the Golden Sons had to think twice.
With this in mind, Bettel left through the east gate without hesitation.
But when he left the city and led the soldiers on the dirt road, he found five people trailing behind them. Judging from his appearance, movements, figure, and walking habits, he was either a Thief or a Scout, the professional type.
Were they going to be ruthless?
Bettel gritted his teeth and waved his arms, making the army hurry on at a faster pace.
It was just that he himself sat on the warhorse, and the soldiers ran on their two legs. At first, the soldiers could barely keep up, but as time slowly passed, more and more soldiers fell behind.
And the five men had no interest in the soldiers who fell behind at all. They took a detour, not wanting to clash with the desperate soldiers who mistakenly thought they were going to be killed because they fell behind.
Was he the only target?
Bettel gritted his teeth and didn't dare to run too fast.
Because many of the soldiers found that the pursuers behind them didn't seem to be interested in them, so they had other ideas. Already, many of them deliberately fell behind and left to become deserters. If he ran any faster, the soldiers wouldn't be able to dodge and all fled, and he, alone, would definitely be caught by the five Thieves.
Soldiers were the guarantee of his safety. So he had to slow down.
But even so, the number of soldiers behind him was dwindling.
By evening, there were less than forty soldiers who could still follow behind him, all panting and looking like they would collapse and faint if they kept running.
Bettel knew very well that he couldn't run anymore.
He had to sit down and give the soldiers some rest and something to eat and drink.
But they had left in such a hurry that they didn't bring any supplies, only a little water and food with them. And after running for most of the day, they had pretty much eaten everything that could be eaten.
Bettel flipped off his warhorse. He looked at his beloved horse and found that it was in bad shape. There was already a little foam at the corner of its mouth, and if he didn't give it water to drink, the warhorse would die suddenly too.
But now, where was there water? Around them was a meadow and a small forest.
The five people who had been tracking them had also come closer. They were about 40 meters away from them.
Some of the soldiers reluctantly picked up their knives on guard, and the five men stopped approaching and looked at them from afar.
One of them took out a big melon out of nowhere and cut it into several pieces with a dagger. Each of them took a piece and chewed it in big mouthfuls. Even though they were thirty or forty meters away, they could still hear the crisp crunching sounds.
It was obvious that the melon was sweet and juicy.
The five men stared at them mockingly as they ate the melon.
Many of the soldiers subconsciously licked their lips.
Bettel also felt unusually thirsty.
He stood up and shouted to the five men, "Sell me a melon for two gold coins. I know you Golden Sons have spatial backpacks on you. There should be extra. "
The five players smiled oddly and didn't respond.
Was it because they didn't give enough money? Or did they only bring out a melon?
Bettel took a deep breath and continued, "Then let's change the way we work together. If you don't chase us, I'm willing to give each of you five gold coins to express my gratitude. If you're willing to escort us, I'm willing to hire you for one gold coin a day until I'm safe. "
The five players' smiles became even odder, teasing to the point of even a little wretched.
"If you think it's too little, we can discuss it again."
Bettel believed that there was no one in this world who didn't love money, even the gods. Otherwise, how could there be a god like Waukeen, the goddess of wealth?
At this moment, a player burst out laughing and directly spat out all the melon in his mouth, extremely indecent.
He wiped his mouth and laughed. "Bettel, your castle was set on fire by a few of us. Before we set it on fire, we turned your castle upside down. A total of sixty-three gold coins and thirty or so blue and emerald crystals. Gems are more valuable, aren't they? By the way, this melon was also taken from your house. "
Rogues of the players all activated the three quality skills of Hidden Door Intuition, Plunder, and Steal. Due to time constraints, there might be some small omissions, but they would never leave behind anything of real value.
Bettel immediately felt as if his head had been hit by a battering ram, buzzing with pain. His vision flashed black and white, and he almost couldn't stand up straight.
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