Broad World

The deafening shouts had already alarmed Soba's defenders. Anta Yindun's legal wife, Mrs. Brila, had just arrived at the city in armor and was watching the battle nervously. The moment she saw the military flag belonging to Henry's side rushing into the Iron Throne camp, she immediately turned around and said to the white-haired old man who was following behind, "Master Sloat, I need your wise guidance now."

The old man known as Master Slott bowed slightly and suggested: "Madam, please forgive me, the Silver Shield family has undoubtedly declined after this catastrophe. Your husband and son died successively, and now your daughter is also dead." You are missing, the best way is to take the initiative to offer the legal ownership of the northern land, and only keep a vacant title. Only in this way can you get the protection of Duke Henry and continue to live the life of a noble lady. You must know that in West Hartland This land does not recognize wives' right to inherit, so on the premise that Miss Shi Ji is not sure whether Miss Shi Ji is alive, you can get more benefits by taking the initiative."

"You mean to merge the Silver Shield Principality into the Dalaran Principality?" Brila asked blankly.

As a widow who has almost lost all hope, her only hope now is to keep the remaining wealth of the Silver Shield family and hide in a place where there is no war and spend the rest of her life comfortably. However, this wish is not so easy to realize. After all, the Yindun family still has so many relatives, all of whom are coveting Anta Yindun's inheritance. If it weren't for the siege of the city by the army, there might have been a commotion.

Sloat shook his head slightly, and explained in a low voice: "No, it's not merged, but transferred to your nephew or niece in the form of inheritance rights. As long as the Principality of Silver Shield still exists, there is the possibility of follow-up operations. Of course. This has a premise that Miss Shi Ji must be found as soon as possible. Otherwise, the two countries will truly integrate into one body in a few years."

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

"You can forge a suicide note from the Duke of Silver Shield. No one will be angry with a nobleman who died heroically in battle. Even if his last words are absurd, they must be carried out, because this is a common rule on the mainland." Sloat said A sly smile appeared on the sophistication dissatisfied with wrinkles.

"Okay, I'm going to prepare now, and I'll leave it to you here. If Duke Henry's army asks to enter the city, please fulfill their request immediately. I don't want any unpleasant things to happen at this time." Brila After speaking, he walked down the city wall with his personal guards and walked towards the temporary residence in the city. She now holds the private seal of the Duke of Anta Silver Shield. Making a will couldn't be easier.

At the same time, in the big camp outside the city, Henry was looking at several senior executives of the Iron Throne teasingly. Because he is very curious about this organization composed of black-hearted businessmen and careerists, which is completely different from most other evil organizations, such as the Zhentarim, the Dragon Lich, the Red-robed Mage, and so on.

The Iron Throne doesn't have a strong leader, nor does it have a so-called ultimate goal or lair. Wherever business thrives, there are shadows of these guys. Their purpose is very simple, that is to obtain more wealth, and for this reason they will not hesitate to conspire to launch wars or subvert the local regime. This can be seen from the last turmoil at Baldur's Gate.

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

Sarah Brightman, Baldwin, and Dick, apparently, were agents of a certain district. As long as they can be caught, the unscrupulous businessmen hidden in the dark can be dug out. In this way, they can not only coerce the other party to serve themselves, but also destroy the foundation of the Iron Throne on a large scale.

Of course, these guys will definitely not be caught without a fight, especially Sarah Brightman, who has tried to use teleportation spells several times in a row, trying to escape this dangerous place. But it's a pity that in front of legendary spellcasters, these spells that don't exceed level five can't even splash a little water.

Henry bowed slightly, and threatened with a smile on his face: "Gentlemen of the Iron Throne, oh, there is another lady, I am very sorry for disrupting your plans, but there is no other way. I want to get some The internal news of the Iron Throne, so I hope someone can take the initiative to stand up, otherwise, once I wait until I do it myself, I’m afraid I won’t be so polite.”

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

There is no doubt that this female sorceress with the blood of the lower planes killed many people along the way, and many of them were murders, otherwise it would be impossible to accumulate so many negative emotions on her body. Her strange eyes were now glowing with a faint red light. If it wasn't for the magic items to cover up the tail and horns, she wouldn't be much different from a real demon.

"No need, I think this lady and gentlemen will make the right choice. Besides, this is a public place, so I'd better restrain myself." After finishing speaking, Henry stared at his most annoying person with cold eyes. troublesome men.

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

Seeing that the sorceress had regained her sanity, Henry ignored her, turned his head to the high-level officials of the Iron Throne and said, "Everyone, the time for consideration is over, now please tell me your choice. Is it cooperation or... ..." As he spoke, he deliberately dragged on for a long time, in order to put some psychological pressure on the other party.

"If you tell me, can you promise to let me go?" Dick, who was a wandering swordsman, was the first to ask. His eyes flickered a little, 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? It's not like you don't know the rules of the Iron Throne!" Baldwin's face was full of fear, and even his voice trembled a little.

"No, I'm not crazy, and I'm more lucid than ever before. Don't you see, a new opportunity lies before us. Of course, there may be a little risk, but the payoff is absolutely amazing. Of course, there is a little bit more before that." Minor issues need to be sorted out...”

As soon as he finished speaking, Dick rushed forward, and the rapier and dagger in his hand stabbed at Baldwin from two different directions. Before the soldier had time to react, he stabbed into the neck and heart instantly. Blood mist sprayed out from the narrow wound like a blooming flower.

The elite soldiers of the Iron Throne were stunned. They didn't know what was going on in the scene before them, whether it was their personal grievances, or the instigation of the forces behind it.

Dick took out a clean white handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the blood from the weapon, and covered the corpse's face with it. He ignored the bewildered soldiers, strode forward and bowed deeply.

"I think I have proved my sincerity. I wonder if you are satisfied, Your Excellency the Duke?"

"Very satisfied, we are now partners." Henry laughed and replied while applauding. To be honest, he admired the decisiveness and ruthlessness of the wandering swordsman in front of him.

We must know that for most people, making a choice is always a difficult thing, especially when it comes to life and death and future. But the man named Dick in front of him not only made a choice in a very short period of time, but also cut off his retreat with practical actions.

Dick bowed again and said flatteringly: "It is my honor to cooperate with a great person like you. I believe Ms. Sarah Brightman must think so too."

"That's not necessarily true. You must know that this lady has been trying to escape from the beginning." Henry said, turning his gaze to Sarah Brightman in a dark red robe. He believed that with the ability of the red-robed mage to adapt to the situation, this woman would never do stupid things.

Just as the few people were talking, the annihilation battle came to an end. Relying on the advantages of coordinating inside and outside and the assistance of magic and divine arts, Corey successfully wiped out most of the hobgoblins, gnolls, ogres, and trolls, and also captured a lot of human mercenaries. It can be said that the purpose of this battle has been basically achieved, and the rest is to clean up the battlefield and bury the corpses.

Seeing that the general situation was over, Sarah Brightman decisively abandoned all her subordinates, stepped forward and gave a mage salute. "Respected Your Excellency the Duke, congratulations on winning this contest. In the future, in the land of West Hartland, no one will be able to shake the dominance of the Angome family."

"You see, as I said, Ms. Sarah Brightman must be exactly what I think." Dick said in a half-joking tone.

"You are welcome to join, ma'am. Regarding cooperation, I have a grand plan. But before that, please show your sincerity." Henry took out the death cloud staff and handed it to the other party. He obviously meant only one thing, and that was to kill all the elite soldiers in front of him.

First, it can completely cut off Sarah Brightman's retreat. Second, these guys are all loyal to the Iron Throne, and it is impossible to surrender. Killing them is the best way to deal with future troubles.

As for the fallen paladin Delt and his Hellriders, they handled it easily. Perhaps the "King of Hussars" is famous in the eyes of ordinary people, but it is nothing in the eyes of legendary spellcasters. Especially after the fall, he completely lost the power bestowed by the gods, even a fighter of more than ten levels is not as good. (to be continued..)