General Morco looked at the battlefield in the distance, and looked at the Morco warriors who were dying one after another, and he couldn't bear to look at it... He never thought that a weak Principality of Malta would cause Morco to suffer such heavy losses.
The flames in the sky are gradually decreasing. After huge casualties, the Morco soldiers are still unable to break through the flame storm for half a step. Screams and wails are coming one after another, and morale is also decreasing.
"We can't continue like this... The soldiers' casualties are too heavy. If more than half of the loss of one Malta, he said, "How can we explain to Your Majesty?" The old man sighed and finally ordered: "Transfer our military orders to evacuate sixty feet from the battlefield. I will meet this magician in person!"
Although the white-clothed mage did not reveal his true strength, he could basically infer that it would not be lower than the diamond level.
When several generals around heard his words, they did not take the order and left immediately. Instead, they turned over and knelt down on the ground, and exhorted loudly: "How can the general be easily gone! It's better for Hu Zhi and others to take you to fight!"
The old man's eyes were full of solemnity. He shook his head and said, "That person is at least a great magician. You can't do anything to him..." Seeing that everyone still refused to let him go, he squeezed out a smile and said lightly: "Don't worry, I'm not overestimating my ability. As long as I can interrupt his spell casting, you can immediately dispatch a magical giant crossbow to target him! Maybe we still have a glimmer of hope!"
Once the mage's spell casting is interrupted, it will be their most vulnerable moment. The old man thought it carefully. After all, he is a veteran who has been in battle and has some experience in dealing with magicians.
At this time, a layer of cold sweat had already oozed out of David Mo's forehead. Even though he had the cultivation level of level 6 of diamonds, it was a bit difficult to fight so many people at one time.
He suddenly envied Harvet's ice-type magic. If he could control that element and directly freeze these people into an ice wall, he would have a chance to breathe.
Suddenly, a loud trumpet sounded, and the soldiers around him retreated in an orderly manner. An old man in a chain of bronze armor flashed in the crowd, and his whole body exuded a breath of being in the upper hand for a long time.
David Mo looked him up and down a few times, slowly retracting the rotating fire ring in the sky. Since the opponent's army had retreated, he could take this opportunity to take a moment of rest.
The old man in a series of bronze armor sat on the horse. He was also looking at the young man in front of him, and after a while, he sang: "I dare to ask you the name of your honor! What is the relationship with the Principal of Malta?"
David Mo didn't understand what he meant, and turned his head slightly to look at the carriage. Leya had already lifted the curtain of the car. She hugged the little girl and shouted, "He asked you what your name is! What does it have to do with the royal city of Malta!"
Before David Mo could reply, the old man understood their language. In the upper class of western Orlando, many people would learn deep blue language by themselves.
"Oriental?!" A hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help but guess: "I have never heard of Malta with the support of an oriental background. It's more than 100,000 miles apart. How could the hands of the oriental people reach here?" Several generals also understood Leya's deep blue words. They looked at each other, and obviously they all saw confusion in each other's eyes.
After sorting out his long clothes, Mo David said lightly: "The surname is Gen Shuo, and his name is Shuo, and it has nothing to do with Malta. It's just that it was because he was attacked by your scouts by passing by, so he had to fight back."
When the old man with white hair heard his explanation, the solemnity in his eyes faded a little. He was not a person who liked to pester and regret. If it was indeed a misunderstanding, then it would be not without a chance for both sides to stop.
After Leya translated these words, he nodded politely and thanked directly in Dark Blue: "Thank you for your translation, but I can understand Dark Blue."
Then he took two steps forward, forced a smile and said, "Dear Great Magician, since it is a misunderstanding, then we will stop now, how about taking a step back?"
David Mo couldn't help but secretly praised in his heart. He had so many soldiers died, but he was still able to remain calm. He was indeed a rare general. Although this had a lot to do with his strength, if it were an ordinary person, he might ask him to leave directly instead of saying something like taking one step back.
So he smiled slightly and said with interest: "I wonder how you should take a step back?"
The old man narrowed his eyes, and the bronze armor made a few "slams" sounds, and said lightly: "To express sincerity, we will stop siege for half an hour. The sir is also very at ease to rush on the road. I wonder what you are thinking?"
Ye Jing was scary, with only the occasional sound of torches burning. Several generals also looked forward to the choice of this great magician. It was all about fighting and fighting.
The Grand Duke of Malta in the distance also discovered an abnormality, but because the distance was too far, he could not hear clearly what they were talking about. Because it was related to the life and death of the country, he couldn't help but feel anxious.
David Mo walked towards the carriage step by step. He pulled the reins and took the carriage for two steps. He turned his head to look at the old man wearing chain copper armor, and said carelessly: "It's already late at night, and the fatigue and dust all the way needs to be washed away. The royal city of Malta seems to be my best choice..."
Several generals who could understand the deep blue words were furious. Although they were very tactful, this meant that the white-clothed mage chose to refuse. He wanted to speak out, but because he thought of the man's cultivation, he could only bear it and wait for the general to speak.
The bronze armor collided with each other and made another sound. The old man was silent for a moment, finally raised his head slowly and smiled: "Since the great magician has a request, I can only satisfy it as much as possible... What do you think? We will only surround and not fight tonight. You go to the city to rest first, and wait until dawn, and we will make a long-term plan?"
His words were enough room for nothing. David Mo was not saying anything at the moment. He nodded and walked slowly towards the royal city of Malta in his carriage.
The cavalry on both sides flashed out a road in an orderly manner, watching him leave the encirclement. When he reached the gate of Malta, David Mo gestured to Leya for a moment, and Leya immediately understood what he meant.
"You open the city gate! We are going to enter the city!" A crisp voice echoed in the air. In the quiet night, if we hadn't seen the super strength of the white-clothed mage, everyone would have thought they were crazy.
The Grand Duke of Malta was a little hesitant. He was very worried that this was the trap of the Morcos, but he also felt that it was unlikely. After all, the city was about to be broken, and the Morcos should not be like this.
He whispered a few instructions to the generals next to him. After they left, he shouted to Leya: "The city gate has been watered with iron and cannot be opened for the time being. Please wait for a while. I have sent someone to get the hanging basket!"
After waiting for a while, a copper plate about two meters wide slowly lowered from the city wall. David Mo pulled the carriage up. The eight soldiers on the city wall immediately pulled the rope together and gradually pulled the carriage up.
The Grand Duke of Malta immediately stepped forward and bowed. A group of officers and soldiers around him also turned over and knelt down. He only heard him gratefully: "Thank you for your help from Lord Magician. On behalf of all the people of the Principal of Malta, I would like to express my gratitude to you!"
Through Leya's translation, David Mo said lightly: "We are just passing by. We will leave until dawn. We will temporarily disturb us tonight."
After he finished speaking, regardless of whether the Grand Duke of Malta understood or not, he was about to take the carriage away, but suddenly he heard the Grand Duke of Malta say in deep blue in frustration: "Do you mean that the invaders outside the city will attack us again after dawn?"
David Mo did not look back. He had nothing to say. It was already a rare favor to win a night for this city.
The Grand Duke of Malta blocked his way desperately, and a strong pleading appeared in his eyes: "Please, sir! I just want to protect the people all over the city from the fire of war. Please help us!"
The generals who could understand the deep blue words looked gloomy in their eyes. Unexpectedly, the hope that the ignited just now was the massacre of the Morcos after dawn.
A hint of impatient flashed in Mo David's eyes, and he said coldly: "Do you still want to force me to stay? I'll remind you, it's best to consider whether you have the strength first!"
The Grand Duke of Malta shook his head and said, "How dare I beg you to be merciful in front of the great magician? I just want to beg you to show mercy. The fate of the 30 million people of Malta is in your hands!"
David Mo didn't want to pay attention to him at all. He had just accidentally intervened in this war. Being able to do this step is already a compassionate heart. After tonight, what happened to this country will have nothing to do with him anymore.
"I will not control my fate. The fate of Malta can only depend on you. I am just a passerby, so it is useless to ask me."
After he finished speaking, he wanted to pull the carriage down the city wall, but he heard the Grand Duke of Malta say again: "Sir, since you are planning to rest in the royal city, you will live in the palace tonight, so that I can have a chance to get enough of the landlord!"
David Mo was about to refuse, but suddenly heard a crisp sound from the carriage, "It's already late, and there is probably no hotel to check in, so why don't you stay in the palace tonight... Anyway, we will leave at dawn, just ignore it if he persuades me."
Hearing Leya's words, a hint of joy flashed in the eyes of the Grand Duke of Malta. He looked at the man in white in front of him with expectation, hoping that he could accept the proposal.
David Mo didn't know why Leya made such a suggestion. While doubts flashed through his heart, he had to admit that Leya's words were true. Even if he stayed in a hotel, he would not be able to get peace. It would be better to stay in the palace overnight to see what tricks this middle-aged duke could do. (To be continued.)