The front end of the long halberd is like a sharp spear, but it has an axe-like blade, and the other end of the blade is a sharp hook. In fact, this long halberd is a combination of a hook and a spear. The long halberd can not only prick but also chop hook companies. A skilled warrior holding a long halberd is enough to fight against three to five spearmen. ≤

"Ah~~." Blood spurted out from the enemy's neck and sprayed on the face of the Mecklenburg soldier. The Mecklenburg soldier was holding a long halberd, a weapon with great combat power.

"Defend the horses well, don't let them penetrate our formation." The commander of the halberd was a religious knight. At this time, the knights who vowed to abide by the St. Jom's Monks were scattered among the Mecklenburg soldiers as grassroots commanders. Their rich war experience and strong combat power made the large number of Pomeranians unable to take any advantage.

"It's a jazz." Between the Pomeranians and Mecklenburg soldiers, there were horses at the crossroads of the narrow streets. It was these horses that became obstacles to the two sides. The soldiers holding long halberds could slash and connect and make the Pomeranians suffer enough.

"Kill ah~~~." The shouts of killing sounded as the sky rang out, and the crossbow arrows flew in the air, taking away the lives of one warrior after another. The Pomeranians relied on the large crowds to gradually destroy the obstacles that blocked themselves one by one, while the Mecklenburg people supported them with their well-trained combat skills.

"Master, why did you deceive the Great Chief of Pomeranian? Could it be that you planned it from the beginning?" On the main tower, Monk Elvit stood in the corridor window. He looked at the Pomeranians and Mecklenburgers fighting in the outer city, and his servant behind him asked curiously, because this was different from what Monk Elvit planned at the beginning.

"Of course. Of course, this was my plan to lure the stupid chieftain Pomeranian in and then give it a heavy blow." Monk Elvit talked with his back to his servant, his emotions seemed very excited, and the servant thought it was a sign of success.

"That's good, I just don't know if our army can defeat the Pomeranians. After all, our number is too small." The servant glanced out of the window with concern. If the Pomeranians attacked the tower, you can imagine the fate of Monk Elvit.

"Go down." Monk Elvit said with a dark face.

"It's the master." The servant hurriedly left the moody monk Elvit, and as his figure disappeared at the end of the corridor, a staggering man came over.

"What a good plan." The person who came here was Dylan Matt, the hunchbacked disabled nobleman clapped at Monk Elvitt.

"It's you, you're the one who made it." Monk Elvit turned around, his face was extremely ferocious. He walked a few steps and stretched out his hands but stopped in the air.

"This is your credit, right?" Dylan Matt said with a calm expression. He looked at Monk Elvit and said slowly.

"Hmph." Monk Elvit recalled in his mind that one night two days ago, when he woke up from his sleep, he found something abnormal in his bedroom. When he sat up and looked towards the southwest corner, he found that there was a person standing in the dark corner.

"Who is there? I'm going to call the guard." Monk Elvit hurriedly took out a knife from under the pillow. It was the knife he used to cut meat and fruits, but to be honest, the knife was too small.

"The soldiers are all going to defend the city wall, but you should think more before you shout." The man hid in the dark corner held his arms and leaned against the wall and said to Monk Elvit.

"What do you want to do?" Monk Elvit felt a chill on his back. As if hundreds of ants were climbing up along his spine, his breathing became a little rapid. There were servants guarding his door outside the door, and when he was sleeping, how did the other party come to his bedroom silently? The only thing he was sure of was that if he shouted loudly, then before the servant came to him, he had already turned into a cold corpse.

"Mr. Elvit heard that you were going to seduce the Pomeranians. Is this true?" The man hiding in the dark said to him slowly.

"You, who did you hear me, I~~~." Monk Elvit swallowed. His throat slid up and down, and he couldn't figure out what the other party was.

"Well, you don't need to explain. You just need to know that if the Pomeranians are put into the castle by you, then I have a thousand ways to make you die in extreme pain." The person in the dark gradually walked into the corner, and at this time the moonlight shone in through the window. At this time, a masked man wrapped in a gray cloak was not tall, but his movements were as light as a cat.

"What, what does it mean?" Monk Elvit asked in confusion.

"Brush." ​​Suddenly the assassin jumped up in front of Monk Elvit, and then Monk Elvit felt a cold feeling. He subconsciously looked down his eyes and saw a dagger with a blue luster resting under his neck, and the sharp blade stinged his skin faintly.

"Gu, I, I understand, take this thing away." Monk Elvit nodded quickly and agreed to the other party's proposal. When the knife was placed on his neck, few people could refuse the proposal of the dealer.

"Well, you are a smart person, but I have another requirement. You must introduce the Great Chief of Pomeranian and his army into the castle. If you cannot complete this task, hehe, you understand." The assassin moved the dagger away but patted Monk Elvit's face with the back of the blade. Monk Elvit closed his eyes and nodded repeatedly.

"Huh huh ~~~." When Monk Elvit reacted, he felt a cool breeze blowing on his body. When he opened his eyes, he found that the assassin was no longer by his side. The window of his bedroom was open. He quickly walked out of bed and walked to the window entrance. Outside the window was the fourth floor of the main tower, no one could climb the smooth walls, and no one fell down below.
Chapter completed!