Count Simon de Mondford was always paying attention to the progress of the battle. When he saw the fluffy "light umbrella" that shone red with a rock thrower in his army, he knew that he would no longer have to use the lives of the soldiers to test it. He did encounter an army with black magic.1,

If the projectiles attacking at this moment cannot control the explosion like "asphalt bombs", maybe he doesn't have to worry. Looking at the battlefield, when the stone throwing machines and soldiers in his army turned into ashes in the flames bursting out from the tent in the sky, he already understood that what he encountered was a truly understanding of black magic.

The reason is that this weapon that can bring down a large amount of fire rain in the air will inconvenience to destroy the stone throwing machine that you are determined to suppress the city, and will also cause a large number of killing and damage to the attacking soldiers. At this moment, the soldiers are no longer like in the past. It is not easy to recruit a farmer and then become a soldier.

"My God...to deal with these guys..."

When the problem involves "black magic", it is no longer a problem that manpower can solve. It should be a problem between God and the devil, not something that ordinary people should take care of. At this moment, the soldiers running towards the castle were facing the fine arrow branches on the top of the city, which looked like raindrops. Unfortunately, at this time, Count Simon de Mondford had no weapons to suppress, and the archers on the top of the city attacked their soldiers.

The soldiers who were plucking up the courage to face the dense rain of arrows, fell to the ground by the attack of bows and arrows, and made the last sob of their lives. It is impossible not to say that the soldiers under the Earl of Simon de Mondford were quite brave, but facing such dense rain of arrows, they attacked a castle with black magic. As mentioned earlier, that should not be their mission.

Just then, the weapons on the castle's city had been destroyed, and they began to turn the guns to deal with the running soldiers. Red pots flew over the units one by one. When they reached the ground, they made a loud noise and then burst out a large piece of flames. The running soldiers were injured under this sudden blow. They ran back desperately with the flames.

Moreover, the injured were not like bows and arrows, one or several soldiers, such as weapons that exploded a large number of flames in the sky, causing group or fragments of casualties.

"Let them come back..."

When Count Simon de Mondford said this, he had a bitter taste. He waved his hand and asked his general to blew the horn of retreating. He felt that his troops could not be wasted like this, and it should be the Holy See's business for the devil.

At this time, Princess Qili felt the coldest. She wrapped her cloak tightly, her eyes looked at the retreating enemy through the shooting hole, and her tight heart slowly relaxed.

"Edward, I think it's time for us to negotiate with them!"

At this time, Prince Edward, who was firing out arrows from the shooting hole, turned around and looked at Princess Qili in confusion. He didn't understand that when this war seemed to be only half-took, and his side still had an absolute advantage, what was the reason why Princess Qili felt that it was time for negotiation?

"Negotiation, now?"

Princess Qili smiled in difficulty, and she slowed down her voice to solve it for Prince Edward.

"Yes, on the surface we have an advantage, but in fact we all know that we have no reinforcements outside. In this case, if Count Simon de Mondford insists on his own and keeps attacking like this until his subsequent heavy rock-dumping machine arrives, we will face a more cruel battle. Maybe we are not afraid of cruelty or fighting, but Edward, I want you to know that this is an opportunity to solve all problems in England! Remember what you promised to the civilians? We signed the Magna Carta, and they may obey your instructions!"

Prince Edward looked at Princess Qili, and was somewhat suspicious of her speculation.

"Will they really listen to me?"

Prince Edward was worried that Princess Gillier didn't know much about England's problems, and didn't know how powerful the Earl Simon de Mondford was. Many times, his father had to obey his orders.

Such doubts also remained in Princess Qili's heart, so she had such a plan. She cheered up and a curved smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"There is a saying in my husband's country that you can't get a tiger's son if you don't enter the tiger's den!"

Prince Edward chewed on this sentence. Although the meaning of this sentence was a bit strange in English, he finally understood the general meaning.

"You mean, we're going to his camp!"

Princess Qili nodded, indicating that he was right.

"Yes, let's go to his camp and if he doesn't agree, we... will kill him!"

Princess Qili's resolute appearance surprised Prince Edward. He never thought that this beautiful and beautiful Princess Qili would have thought of such a thing.

"As the saying goes, the snake cannot do without a head. If he does not accept our conditions, we will kill him. As for his men, will they still oppose us after hearing the content of our new Magna Carta? At that time, just let the four warriors carry more thunder. I want to hear its voice and everyone will agree with us!"

"No, Your Highness, you can't... like this..."

When he heard Princess Gerald intends to take Prince Edward to take risks himself, Mr. Poker Gerald is the first to object. He cannot tolerate this bold foreign princess. It would be fine if she took the prince to the tent of the ill-intentioned person...

"Uh, Mr. Gerald, I don't remember telling you that you can speak freely. And do you think you can interrupt such a thing?"

Prince Edward faced Mr. Gerald with a cold expression. Princess Gerald was about to speak, but Mr. Gerald had already said something unexpectedly.

"So your Highness, I will tie the thunder in my chest, and if they are malicious, I will send them. But if you can not go and I can never die, then I will always be grateful for your kindness!"

His words obviously moved Prince Edward immediately. Although as a prince, he was not likely to express any feelings to his servants, the words of Mr. Gerald at this moment obviously moved him!

“You will be grateful!”
Chapter completed!