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"Go away, Reid's lackey!"

"Go back to Dawn Castle and report to your master!"

After the princess swore the sacred oath, she no longer had any hesitation or fear in her heart.

Mage Ander trembled slightly, feeling helpless. After a few seconds of silence, he sighed, "Your Highness, I am very sorry."

He gestured to his men, "Let's go."

Things had come to this point, even the sacred oath had been shouted out, and he could only implement the Duke's ultimate plan.

We can't really go to war with the Kingdom of Aaron, can we?

However, just as he was about to turn around, his arm was grabbed by the adjutant beside him, and the adjutant's whisper came into his mind.

"Sir, don't let us live with shame for the rest of our lives!"

Ander's heart was shaken violently, and he turned to look at his adjutant, but he saw a firm look.

Then he turned to look at the other black iron guards and found that they all looked at the princess with reverence, and each warrior clenched his weapon, obviously ready to go to war with the Aaron Night Guard.

Ander understood instantly: "This is the echo of the sacred oath."

The warriors of Weilan could not watch Weilan's princess die at the hands of foreigners.

But Ander also knew that 500 Black Iron Guards were no match for 300 Aaron Night Guards.

In the past secret battles, the combat effectiveness of a single Aaron Night Guard was about two to three times that of the Black Iron Guards, and the more people there were, the higher the ratio was, even up to five times.

Once they really fought, the Iron Guards would be defeated miserably, Master Shahram would be killed, and countless civilians around would be slaughtered by the spillover aftermath of the battle.

So, the two sides really couldn't fight!

However, his thoughts were no longer important, and reason could not completely control people's hearts.

The Black Iron Guards were determined to fight for the princess, and I'm afraid even the Duke would be useless.

On the other side, Blood Flame Sarath also felt the atmosphere of a sword being drawn.

He didn't have the slightest fear in his heart, he just felt excited, and couldn't help but lick the Blood Drinker's Staff with his tongue, laughing.

"Ahaha~ Looks like there's going to be a lot of blood tonight~~"

The superiors ordered to control the intensity of the conflict, but that was the politicians' consideration, he was a pure warrior.

His first task was to wash away the shame for the king, and the other details were left to the domestic politicians, after all, they were professional quibblers.

He also had the confidence to kill all the black iron guards on the opposite side, including the princess and the baron!

Seeing that the situation was about to get completely out of control, suddenly, a man in a black cloak walked out of the crowd.

He took off his cloak, but it turned out to be a female mage wearing tight leather armor and elegant temperament.

The female mage had long purple-black hair, purple eyes, soft facial features and a slightly plump and graceful figure.

It was Rosen's mentor, Mrs. Agnet.

She raised her staff high and shouted loudly: "Willand mages, the alien race wants to slaughter our princess, are we just going to watch?!"

When these words came out, Mage Sarath was slightly startled: "Is there any help?"

Sure enough, there was help.

Before Mrs. Agnet's shouting fell, people kept coming out from the crowd around the square.

After a while, more than a thousand mages came out.

All of them were well-known mages in Dawn City, not only came by themselves, but also brought their apprentices.

Even Sir Humphrey, who was defeated by Rosen in the victory chess.

Master Shahram hesitated for a moment and finally came out.

Mrs. Agnet walked to Serena first, and the more than a thousand mages also stood next to the Black Iron Guards, confronting the Aaron Night Guards opposite.

With the appearance of this group of people, the momentum of the people of Weilan occupied an absolute upper hand.

The civilians of Weilan who had been just watching the excitement also began to shout loudly.

"Aaronians, get out of Veran!"

"Drive out the Aaron bastards!"

"Kill them all!"

At first, there were sporadic shouts, but the shouts became more and more, and soon they burned like a prairie fire.

"Aaron bastards, get out of Veran!"

Countless civilians began to shout in unison, and the momentum was as terrifying as a landslide and tsunami.

The princess's sacred oath finally ushered in the wildest and most violent spiritual echo!

This change was very sudden and terrible, and the face of Blood Flame Sarath became very solemn.

The originally neatly lined Night Guards also couldn't help but commotion.

But Sarath did not retreat, because there was a stronger person behind him.

I saw a passage in the middle of the square formation of Aaron's Night Guards, and two people walked out of it.

One of them was short and fat, and the other was short and strong. One held a short staff and the other held a long staff. They were the two magic masters who participated in the revenge operation this time.

The short and fat one was the supreme commander, the famous Aaron King Hound, the magic master Schmidt.

He first used a four-ring "Voice of the Sky" to make his voice resound through the night sky.

"Aaron and Weilan are both members of the Natural Alliance and are comrades who once fought side by side!"

"We will never cut our comrades with swords."

"But the baron of the White Sturgeon Island humiliated our king, and we must wash away the shame with his blood!"

"As long as this is done, we will leave."

At the same time, the short and strong man next to Master Schmidt suddenly stopped the staff in his hand, and a black light appeared on his figure, which then expanded and grew into a shadow giant nearly thirty meters tall!

This shadow giant has a pair of blood-red eyes and roars like thunder.

"I'm Lesent. Others call me Shadow Master, but I prefer to call myself 'butcher'."

"Schmidt likes to reason, but I hate verbal arguments."

"I just have one thing to say, the Baron must die!"

While speaking, the huge shadow giant roared to the sky, and the huge sound waves spread out, suppressing the sound waves in the square.

The faces of the Nevilans, including the Black Iron Guards, changed color, and they couldn't help but look at Shahram, the magic master of Weilan.

As a result, Master Shahram didn't say a word.

The master was short of breath, and the momentum of the crowd also stagnated.

The ordinary people who were watching had never seen such a terrible scene, and most of them showed a sense of retreat on their faces.

Many people couldn't help but think that since the other party had stated that they only wanted the Baron's life, there was no need to make such a big deal for a Baron.

Schmidt keenly sensed the fear in people's hearts and grinned: "A very wise choice."

"This is an unequal battle. Retreating is not a shame, but a rational choice."

Before he finished speaking, another voice suddenly came from the crowd.

"I would like to see the skills of the Aaron people."

The voice also spread throughout the night sky, and it was also the fourth-ring master spell "Voice of the Sky".

Following that, a huge colorful ball of light rushed out from the crowd, rising all the way to the sky, shining like the sun.

The entire garden square was illuminated by this ball of light as bright as day.

The terrifying shadow giant manifested by the shadow master was instantly illuminated by the light, becoming looming, and the deterrent to ordinary people was dissipated by 90%.

Just as everyone was surprised, a tall figure walked out of the crowd.

This man was nearly 1.9 meters tall and extremely strong. He wore a heavy cloak made of flax, feathers, and hemp, and wore a worn-out rain hat. He also held a long wooden stick in his hand. He looked like a poor adventurer wandering around.

When the two masters Aaron saw this tall old man, their faces became very solemn, and their previous arrogance was restrained for the most part.

Hound Schmidt said coldly: "Master Levin, do you want to get involved in this matter too?"

Originally, the two masters on their side had an advantage over Weilan. If they threatened fiercely and calmed down those civilians who were making trouble, the matter would be settled.

But now another master appeared on the other side, and he was a master of magic who was said to be particularly good at fighting, which immediately pulled the tilted balance back to balance.

The people watching Weilan whispered one by one, with excitement on their faces.

"It's Wandering Master Levin!"

"That's great. We have a tough master in Weilan."

"But Wandering Master doesn't seem to have any decent magic weapon. Will it work?"

"You know nothing. Whether it works or not, we can see from the reaction of the Aaron people. It must work."

Under the attention of the crowd, the old man in simple clothes slowly walked to the center of the Garden Square and confronted the Aaron Night Guard.

He smiled faintly: "Schmidt, I want to correct you."

As he spoke, a crystal ball emitting colorful light slowly emerged from the old man's staff.

"I am no longer a wandering master, but a wandering sage."

This was not a heavy word, but it was amplified by "Voice of the Sky" and heard by everyone in the Garden Square.

No matter what the listener's identity was, when the word "sage" appeared, his face showed shock at the first time.

The fifth magic ring, the magic power condensed into crystals, manifested in five colors, is the magic sage.

Only one out of five hundred high-level mages will be promoted to a master, and only one out of dozens of masters will be a sage.

There are currently only nine sages in the entire Natural Alliance, known as the 'Nine Sages of Nature'.

No, now they should be called the Ten Sages.

The king's hound squinted at the colorful pure mana and remained silent for a full five minutes.

He finally spoke, whispering in his heart: "Although the sage is strong, he is still a mortal."

"Lycent and I will work together, plus 300 night guards, and we can send you to hell with just one wave of combined attack!"

"We are all warriors, and dying in battle is our destiny."

"Even if all the night guards die in Dawn City tonight, it is worth it if it can save the sage's life!"

Levin smiled slightly: "Schmidt, you are not naive to think that the person standing opposite you is me, right?"

Schmidt was shocked: "Isn't it?"

Levin shook his head slowly: "The power of the fifth ring has some wonderful applications that the fourth ring does not have."

"Of course you can destroy my substitute, or ignore my killing of the baron and the princess, but my revenge will definitely make your king regret it for the rest of his life."

Schmidt was silent again, because Levin's threat was really terrible.

If he covets material enjoyment, the warmth of human affection, and is bound by the world, then even if he is a six-ring magic saint, he is just a stronger magician.

Send an army and they can easily crush him into dust.

But he is just a completely free wandering ascetic.

When a mortal lets go of all worldly ties, it is also the moment when he is closest to God.

If this mortal also has the power of the five-ring sage, then he is simply a walking god in the world.

Even the king and the emperor dare not provoke him easily.

But Schmidt is unwilling to fail.

He sneered: "Sage, of course you can hide forever. But you are not the only one who has the power of the five rings. I, Aaron, also have two sages."

"So, you cannot pose a real threat to my king."

Levin responded: "Sage magic is the most cutting-edge power of magic, and there is almost no relevant research."

"I am not sure of blocking other sages' spells, and other sages are not sure of blocking mine. As long as I want to, I will definitely be able to attract a group of burial companions."

Schmidt was completely silent because he knew Levin was right.

After a few minutes, he was forced to take a step back.

"We can't retreat like this. I must give an account to the king. If the sage makes it impossible for us to explain, then we would rather all die in battle!"

Levin also took a step back: "Let's have a holy duel."

"Let the Baron duel with Bloodflame Salas, and let Mother Nature decide the final fate."

As soon as these words came out, Schmidt was startled.

"Sage, you are basically asking the Baron to die. He will not agree to it."

Levin smiled faintly: "In other words, you agreed?"

Schmidt did not answer immediately and turned around to discuss with a few people around him.

Salas laughed when he heard it: "This is really interesting. I don't mind executing the execution with my own hands at all."

In this case, Schmidt nodded: "I agree."

If the baron could still make it through such a duel with such a huge disparity in strength, then he would have nothing to say.

Levin turned to explain the situation to the Weilan people.

Mrs. Agnet shook her head at this.

"Sage, I respect you, but your proposal is too much. It is simply asking Rosen to die!"

Aaron's battle mage is famous for his ability to fight, not to mention Salas's reputation as a famous fighting madman.

Not to mention the low-level mages, none of the high-level mages present dared to say that they could win, including Ander, the commander of the black-clad Iron Guard.

Selena said: "This is good enough, I am willing to fight on my husband's behalf!"

She has completely recognized the reality and knows that this is the best way out at the moment.

Before she finished speaking, a figure flashed beside her, but Rosen had already walked out of the crowd.

"Madam, leave this matter to me."

He announced loudly before Selena could respond.

"I, Lord of Paddlefish Island, Baron Rosen Saxon, am willing to accept Salas' challenge to a duel."

"I will fight with all my strength for myself, for the princess of Weilan, and for the dignity of all of us Weilan people!"

Before he finished speaking, loud cheers sounded in the garden square.

The nobles and upper-class people present basically felt that Rosen must die.

But most civilians think that Rosen, the bird shit baron, is a tough guy and a true warrior.

This is much better than those greedy and hypocritical nobles of Dawn City.