Thales looked at Nicolai calmly: "Are you more afraid of death or failure?"

Nicolai frowned.

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Outside the carriage, in the distance, the Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Exeter, Count Lisban, was talking to Mrs. Cassan.

"I understand your concerns, but this is absolutely not allowed!" The Prime Minister frowned and firmly rejected the smiling red girl: "The princes use their own troops to fill the city gates? There has never been such a precedent...

"

But his words were quickly interrupted.

"Your Majesty Prime Minister!"

In the distance, Viscount Lesden roared at him at the top of his voice, pointing in one direction: "Carriage!"

Prime Minister Lisbon quickly realized what was happening.

It's those two carriages.

The two Camus carriages that had just arrived, claiming to be visiting the Palace of Heroes, together with a dozen "attendants", suddenly turned their direction.

The driver whipped the horse as if desperately, rushing through the formation that the patrols had not had time to pull up as quickly as possible!

They broke out.

Run towards the city gate!

The Scarlet Witch looked at the two carriages and frowned slightly.

Prime Minister Lisban was stunned at first, and then was shocked.

Something is wrong.

The subordinates of the Grand Dukes? City Gate? Palace of Heroes?

He turned his head and looked at the Scarlet Witch, suspicious in his heart.

Something is wrong!

Lisban had a hunch that the key to everything today was on that carriage!

The next second, Lisban's expression tightened. He stepped away and shouted angrily at his patrols at the highest volume: "Stop them!"

"Stop those two carriages!"

"Everyone, stop them at all costs!"

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Above the city gate.

Count Levan, who was nervously observing the patrol, was slightly startled when he saw what happened below.

In his field of vision, more than a dozen people were guarding two carriages, pursuing by the patrol behind them, heading towards their city gate!

What are you doing?

"Your Majesty the Earl," a soldier from the Black Sand Territory reminded him: "Those two carriages seem to be the symbol of Lord Conmas..."

"Do you want to pull up the city gate and go to respond?"

The number one vassal under the Black Sand Territory, Count Levan frowned.

Of course he recognized the symbol of Zenryu Castle.

but……

Count Lewan recalled the scene in front of Broken Dragon Fortress.

If this is a ploy.

It's a way to earn money to open the city gate...

Lewan clenched his fists.

The next second, Earl Lewan raised his hand and shouted angrily at the crossbowmen in the distance: "Phil! Wind up!"

"School shooting warning!"

In the distance, Phil, the short soldier and captain of the Shooting Guards, heard this and his eyes flashed.

"Come here!"

I saw him suddenly pull out a bunch of arrows from the quiver behind him, pierce one of them on the thatch on the right, then grab one of them and put it on a big bow.

Phil's arrow was aimed at the small point in his field of vision.

In an instant, Phil's eyes moved and he took off his bowstring!

"Whoosh!"

The whistling sound of arrows piercing the sky.

"Boom!"

The arrow was firmly nailed to the ground.

Right in front of the hooves of the first carriage.

The horse seemed frightened and was about to turn around while screaming.

But the driver was obviously very skilled, and he just used his whip to steer the carriage back to its original direction.

The carriage continued to rush towards the city gate, without even the intention of slowing down!

Phil frowned: They didn't stop.

That being the case - he grabbed the second arrow.

This time, after Phil finished setting up his bow, he coldly ordered to his subordinates:

"School shooting is over, everyone, get on the strings!"

Behind him, more than a hundred Northland archers from the Black Sand Territory took their positions.

They nocked arrows and strung them, lowered their waists and expanded their chests together, and steadily stretched their powerful arms.

The sound of bow strings and bow arms groaning together.

Under the city gate, the outlines of the two carriages became increasingly clear.

Phil's face turned cold.

"Prepare for salvo!"

Everyone tensed their muscles, looked serious, held their bowstring close to their cheeks, and corrected the angle towards the target - the carriages and people rushing towards them at high speed under the city gate.

The carriage is getting closer and closer.

Finally, with a ferocious expression on his face, Phil released his final roar:

"put!"
Chapter completed!