Howling Manor.

Fang Yuan and Knight Grey stood side by side and looked at the Lord's Manor not far away.

Although Frey built a huge villa as a symbol of rule, he only occasionally came over while collecting taxes and taking vacations. He usually handed it over to tax officials, sheriffs and other confidants for care.

"I have found out clearly. At this time, the tax officer Jamal, who is in charge of this territory for Sir Frey!"

Gray said slowly: "He was an adventurer, but later recruited by Frey, and should be the assassinator in office!"

"Assassinator?"

Fang Yuan was slightly surprised. This was a more advanced profession than an ordinary assassin. Although he was still far inferior to the God of Scourge, he was also considered a talent.

Being able to be recruited by Frey shows the other party's ability.

"However, the most powerful thing about the assassination is to rely on the environment to conduct assassination. At this time, it is an open battle!"

Knight Gray smiled, not worried at all.

Indeed, with the righteousness of the Principality, and with the two knights commanders, a team of nearly 100 people, it would be a joke if it could not take the manor in front of it.

"So that's the case, let's start!"

With a wave of his hand, the fifty soldiers under his command immediately lined up in an orderly manner and marched straight towards the manor.

"Let's keep up!"

Fang Yuan nodded, and Gars immediately followed him with twenty people who were urgently summoned from the territory.

"Who?"

This situation immediately attracted the attention of the manor. Not long after, a man trotted over and shouted loudly: "This is Sir Frey's territory, and the person who came is a common name! Otherwise, it will be regarded as a provocation!"

"Common name?"

Gray smiled grimly: "Is it clear enough that the Knight Gray, under the command of Baron Shawshank, comes to attack Frey at the order of the Grand Duke?"

Obviously, such an answer made the opponent feel extremely shocked.

The visitor rolled and crawled back to the territory. In less than a moment, the rapid bell rang.

"Knight Lun, how should we treat these mobs?"

Gray looked at the militia gathered in the distance, most of them still farmers holding pitchforks, and couldn't help but smile a playful smile on his lips.

No matter what, these will be the leaders of Fang Yuan in the future, so naturally they have to give some face.

Of course, the definition of a mob has already shown his tendency.

"I heard... Sir Frey is very good at winning people's hearts and has a good reputation among the lower class civilians?"

Fang Yuan suddenly asked.

"Indeed, because of the policy of 55 sub-leasing and no tax increase, he was even touted by the bard as Stan's most wise lord!" Gray replied.

"I understand, please order the suppression!"

Fang Yuan nodded: "I once heard a proverb: Give him a gold coin a day. If he doesn't give it one day, he will be resentful. If he gives him a slap a day, he will be grateful if he doesn't give it one day!"

In terms of winning people's hearts, he is no match for Baron Frey who has been deliberately doing it for a long time.

Since this is the case, we can only tell these leaders who are the masters here with iron and blood.

People are snobbish. Even if thousands of families have Buddhas, how long will they be remembered?

The so-called benevolent government can be implemented in the future. If you want to occupy the entire land at this time, you can only let go and kill it, and use terror to exaggerate loyalty.

"Smart decisions, and wise proverbs!"

Gray laughed and whipped the horse whip: "Charge!"

It turns out that in front of the specially trained soldiers, a group of farmers holding pitchforks, no matter how many, it has no effect.

Not to mention, Gray just charged at will once, and after overturning the frontal farmers, the remaining people were immediately dominated by fear, throwing the pitchfork, leaving behind a messy battlefield, and just running away.

"The feudal kings in ancient times often thought that their destiny should be infinitely loyal, and that was actually dreaming! Such an innocent emperor often ended up not very good!"

Fang Yuan wore light armor and also launched a charge.

Under the powerful force, the only little resistance left was also a shattering collapse.

"Even if the kindness of the past is so good, how much can be left in front of the sword?"

Looking at the militia who was almost at a loss, Fang Yuan sighed silently and came to the lord's villa with Knight Grey.

This is the villa of Knight Frey. When he is not here, he is used by the tax officer Jamal, and is also the core of the ruling of this territory.

At this time, it was firmly surrounded by hundreds of people.

"King Master...Jamar is inside!"

Several soldiers said flatteringly.

"Send the order and start the general attack. If you can catch him, you will be rewarded with ten gold coins!"

Knight Gray waved his hand indifferently, and the group of soldiers rushed in with red eyes.

"Garles, don't fight with the guests for honor!"

Fang Yuan looked at the villa, but had a bad premonition and waved his hand.

At this time, the majesty of being a lord and the prestige established in previous battles immediately played a role.

Garth and ten other guards did not move, and the soldiers summoned from other territories did not dare to move, and sat down and watched Gray's subordinates rush into the villa.

"Haha...why should I do this? I should let the guys exercise more..."

Knight Gray smiled and said, "But in the end, it must be my entourage Arnold who won. He is a strong guy, and he has also..."

Boom!!!

Just as he was halfway through his words, a shocking sound suddenly appeared.

A large number of flames emerged from the villa and swallowed everything in an instant.

Even the soldiers around him were affected, and his ears were hurt and he fell to the ground and cried in tears.

"this……"

Knight Gray was overturned and his beloved mount ran away, but he didn't care at all. Instead, he stared at everything in front of him: "What the hell is going on?"

"This is a trap!"

Fang Yuan's face was gloomy: "The other party had known about us for a long time and had arranged a trigger spell. It should be fireball and explosion techniques. To cause such damage, a large number of explosion crystals are required, which is a contraindicated product!"

After absorbing the memory of a mage, he was very familiar with these things.

Sir Frey's counterattack was so fierce and terrifying! It also showed a frustrating fact that the other party had known everything about the attack and specially arranged a trap!

Even other forces are secretly supporting each other.

"Only a commercial leader can't get so many spells!"

Fang Yuan is sure to be authentic.

Of course, the effect is surprisingly good after this.

Except for the more than 20 people under his command who were only affected and slightly injured, most of the under-the-jobs of the Grey Knight were destroyed.

Death came like a tsunami, annihilated countless souls.

"Absolutely the church! No one can get so many fireball scrolls except them, and contraband!"

Grey's eyes were red.

Fang Yuan looked at this scene, but his expression was a little stunned.

Suddenly, a secret halo automatically emanated, devouring the resentment and the dead in the blazing flames, and soon changed.

A halo with a dark color gradually formed in his sea of ​​consciousness, and even automatically generated runes, with the power of spells.

The curse halo ability of the natural disaster knight is originally improved through a large amount of death and resentment!

Therefore, they often love the battlefield for ten minutes, and Glenden was even more famous for the "Hand of Death"! Wherever they passed, there were almost all kinds of misery.

‘Curse?’

Fang Yuan’s mind is different and immersed in special understanding.

Whoosh!

At this moment, a shadow suddenly appeared in the shadows around him. The dagger in his hand bit Grey's neck like a poisonous snake.

Assassination Jamal!

Caught off guard, the Grey Knight did everything he could do.

Pang!

On him, a bunch of light of fighting spirit appeared outwards, and his shoulders tilted, and his whole body seemed to have a head shorter in an instant, even his posture changed.

But all this is still so insignificant in front of the assassin's sharp blade.

The dark black dagger seemed to be able to swallow all the light. With just a light stab, the Dou Qi defense would be defeated.
To be continued...