The Duke of Brittany rode on a tall horse. Every time he passed through an area, a commander knight followed him. Finally, surrounded by many knights, lords and even the lords' knights, he arrived in front of the hiding room of the Count of the Isle of France with great momentum.

"Calorin is hiding in it?" he asked, with a little displeasure in his tone. In fact, he had already received the news a few hours ago. But he chose to stay in the military camp. After all, one was the consul of the Allemani Federation and the other was his fiancée. It would be somewhat embarrassing for him to come and die in a mess of swords and come to collect a body by himself. If necessary in the future, it can be said that the people below misunderstood his orders.

But he didn't expect that his subordinates were so useless. They besieged Carolin and had not been besieged for so long. If the reports sent to the military camp were heard by unknown people, they would probably think they were attacking some solid fortress.

"The Carolings clan's bloodline is strong, and this Count of Isle of France may actually be some kind of elf-level magician." A brave lord stepped forward and said, "Please let the ten most warlike nobles follow me. I also have a natural level. With the help of the ten nobles, I can guarantee that I can take down the Count of Isle of France!"

But the Duke of Brittany had another idea.

"I remember someone just reported that Simena was following Carolin after she took the initiative, and was not tied up or forced, right?"

"This...yes." A knight nodded in fear. Considering that this damaged the Duke of Brittany's face, he added, "But it may be that the soldiers did not see clearly..."

"Then there is no need to stay alive." The Duke of Brittany interrupted the Knight coldly, "Just set the fire and burn the adulterer to death in it!"

It was at this moment that the window on the second floor opened. Before the soldiers below could react, the Earl of Ile-de-France had already jumped out of the window!

He tied a rope to the roof beam in advance, grabbed the rope with one hand and the sword with the other. When he jumped down, he swung forward with force and shot his body forward. When the rope reached its limit, he loosened his hand and flew up like a flying bird. The sword in his hand flashed with cold light, as if the sharp beak of an eagle pointed directly at the throat of the Duke of Brittany!

This is the fastest and most dangerous attack. As long as this strike is successful, the Duke of Brittany will splatter blood on the spot for five steps. Even if he is immediately cut into pieces by an angry soldier, Princess Navarra can turn the danger into danger. After all, in the eyes of those lords who do not know the truth, Princess Navarra is still the fiancée of the Duke of Brittany!

However, a heavy hammer flew towards him in the air. The one who threw out the hammer was the brave lord who had just asked for the Duke of Brittany. The Count of Ile-de-France had to use the sword in his hand to push the blow away. The powerful hammer was easily spread by him, but his body stopped in the air. Before he could pounce on the Duke of Brittany, he landed on the ground in advance!

The moment he landed, rows of spears pierced towards him. The Earl of France had to roll a few times before he could stand firm. This was the most dense place in the army. The spears pierced him on the ground like rain. He turned over and avoided a group of spears, and then immediately turned over and avoided another group, and pressed the tips of the spears that had been laid down by the Earl of France under his body. With the force of his waist, the group of spears broke in one after another. Before the soldiers could react, the tips of the spears were thrown up by the Earl of France and flew towards the soldiers around him!

A clearing was finally freed up around, allowing the Earl of France to stand up. He glanced at the surroundings with panting: beside him, there were thousands of soldiers, and the lances were folded together, as dense as hair; on the roof not far away, hundreds of archers had already set their bows and aimed at her; further away, hundreds of civilian knights surrounded the Duke of Brittany, each of them fully armed, including powerful warriors above the natural level.

His assassination of the Duke of Brittany has failed, and next he will face a complete 30,000 enemy troops.

The Duke of Brittany raised a hand in the crowd and signaled everyone not to move for the time being. In the heavy guard of the knights, he showed half of his face and looked at the Earl of Ile-de-France: "Calorin, I have several things to ask you."

The Count of Ile-de-France raised his head and smiled: "What else is there to ask now!"

"Indeed, I'll just ask one thing." The Duke of Brittany stared at him, "Why do you stay in the city and not outside the city? I personally think this is your strategy, but the person who first reminded me about this matter said that you were for another reason. I want to confirm it at the end."

"What strategy is not? Your fiancée is a woman. She wants to take a shower, change clothes, dress up, and eat. Of course I want to leave her in the city. Even if you didn't place so many soldiers outside the city to guard it today, I've already made plans. As for cheating you, it's just by the way."

The Earl of Ile de France looked down at his sword-holding hand. Due to the long-term continuous battle, the hand began to tremble due to weakness. I am afraid that in a short while, he would not even be able to hold the sword.

"Calorin, I didn't expect that your vision would be the same as my servant." The Duke of Brittany shook his head, "You are the consul of the Federation of Almany, and you actually disregard the safety of your country for your own selfish desires; as the lord of Burgundy and Ile de France, you are angry here like a man. You are ruthlessly the lord of a country, and you are ashamed of your Carolinge's surname!"

The Count of Ile de France smiled coldly.

"Before being a lord, I was a man. In addition, I never thought I was the lord of a country - do you think I was here to save the princess of Navarra? Wrong, I was here to kill you and destroy the Principality of Brittany!"

After saying this, he lifted the sword in his hand and rushed towards the Duke of Brittany again like crazy!

But he was so tired. As soon as he ran three steps, he was shot in his knee; when he took another three steps, his back and ribs were stabbed two times in succession; before he could walk ten steps, more than twenty wounds appeared all over his body, and the blood sprayed out splashed the soldiers around him all over his face!

"Calorin." The Duke of Brittany watched from afar with a cold face. "It seems that the rumors are true, you are a complete fool."

Covering his wounds, the Count of France struggled to smile: It was the great lords who forced me to suppress Ragna's achievements and pushed me up. I am not such a fool, how could I become the consul of the Federation of Almany? But, the lords at that time made a mistake-"

In full view of everyone, the Count of Ile-Isle of France further cut the already serious injuries with his sword, allowing more blood to spread to the surrounding soldiers-
Chapter completed!