Chapter 505 Here, one party passes!
The team of knights holding torches seemed surprised to encounter an emergency here, but seeing the corpses all over the ground in the sentry tower, they all took out their weapons and put on full alert.
The old man at the head got off his horse and seemed to have no idea what was going on. He said with a gentle smile, "Taylan? Why are you here? Do you think the castle is too stuffy to come out and breathe?"
Although the other party's tone was very relaxed, Charlemagne was very keen to find something wrong in Isenlien's eyes. This guy was observing the surrounding situation with his peripheral vision without any trace. It seems less cohesive.
Although Yisenlien dismounted and expressed no malice, the more than 50 knights behind him did not relax their vigilance at all, and were still ready to charge at any time.
Taylan drew out the two-handed sword behind his back and pointed at Yisenlien, and shouted righteously, "Stop acting! Do you really think I don't know about the secret collusion between you and Garithers?"
Isenlien's complexion changed, and he narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Really... It seems that I can't keep you. It's a pity. Originally, I planned to train you to be more powerful than your father. Unfortunately, it seems that I will That's it for today."
"Om!"
Just as Isenlien finished speaking, his whole body was suddenly covered with a layer of black gleam that the firelight couldn't see through.
"Shadowform! Tyran, be careful with shadow spells!"
Charlemagne reminded Tailan as soon as Isenlien completed the change, and his words attracted Isenlien's attention for a while.
"I didn't expect you to have other helpers by your side, and you have a lot of knowledge. You actually know the shadow spell that was announced not long ago."
At this time, Charlemagne had already put on the blue hood with a mask again. Apart from the pair of iconic long ears, Esenlien could tell that he was an elf, and did not recognize Charlemagne's true identity.
Charlemagne sneered and said, "It seems that you are quite talented in shadow magic. It has been less than a year since Archbishop Fao announced the cultivation method, and you dare to use it in actual combat, Chief Prosecutor."
"hehe"
Isenlien chuckled and said, "That's because shadow magic is very useful, especially in controlling people's hearts, you see..."
"Clang clang!"
Isenlien stretched out his left hand, and a chain-like dark spell line suddenly connected him to Tailan. Tailan, who was about to charge, immediately dropped his two-handed sword and hugged his head in pain. Shouting "Ahhhhhhh!"
Charlemagne's complexion changed, "Not good! Mind control spells! Oh...girls, attack!"
Almost blurted out his real name, but Charlemagne could only temporarily change his name after he realized it. If the soldiers around him knew their true identities, it might cause serious diplomatic disputes between Lordaeron and Quel'Thalas However, it is better to be cautious when the relationship between the two countries is relatively delicate.
Following the order given by Charlemagne, the three Windrunner sisters who had already slipped to the top of the tower launched an attack at the same time. The arrow rain shot by Alleria and Cirvanas made the knights behind Isenlien They were in a hurry, while Vereesa squatted on the top of the tower and aimed sharply at Isenlien.
"Boom!"
"Well!"
Before Vereesa's sniper shot arrived, Isenlien instinctively sensed the danger, and had to interrupt the spell to avoid the shot, and Tyran was finally freed from his control.
But Tai Lan, who had just escaped from the spell, was a little dazed at this time, and he tried to take two steps back, but perhaps the mental struggle just now consumed too much energy, and finally he rolled his eyes and fell on his back in front of the sentry tower. on the slope.
"Tsk!"
Charlemagne saw that several mages hiding in the back row had already cast spells, so he reluctantly took back Solidar and took out the Quel'dorei golden staff.
‘Valeira, I hope you can try your best to kill these annoying mages. '
In order to protect Tailan who was unconscious and unable to move beside him, Charlemagne had no choice but to prop up an arcane barrier covering the two of them on the spot. With the strong fire support of the three Windrunner sisters at the top of the tower, it was still able to hold on for a while. Can live.
As a thief, Valeira has long been accustomed to cutting the back row first under Charlemagne's many years of precepts and deeds. Now she is taking Vereesa's three Shadow Leopards quietly around the knights in the front row. Advance towards the mage's position.
At this moment, a voice mixed with anger and panic suddenly came from the hillside behind the sentry tower, "Tylan?!"
Tirion, who came a step late, finally rode his old horse to the vicinity of the battlefield after the battle started. Seeing Tai Lan lying on the ground, Lafayette immediately rushed over with red eyes.
While using shadow spells such as Mind Blast and Mind Flay to fight back in the direction of the top of the tower, Isenlien said with a mocking face, "Oh! Look who is coming, the great Tirion Fordring , It's a pity that you came a step late, your son has already..."
Isenlien hadn't finished the second half of the sentence "Be my puppet", and the angry Lafayette couldn't listen anymore. He thought that Tailan died at the hands of this former colleague.
An incomparably bright holy light erupted from Tirion, who was furious. The man in simple leather armor joined his horse and rushed towards Iselion with terrifying power.
"Isenlien! Look at what you have done to my child, accept the anger of my old father!"
Charlemagne looked at Lafayette who seemed to have suddenly exploded into a small universe with a dazed expression, "Well, Tailan isn't dead yet..."
"Boom!"
As a cloth armor profession, how could Isenlien block the furious Tirion's charge? He was sadly urged by Tirion to hit him with the impact of the horse strengthened by the holy light, and was thrown into the air by Tirion. The energy war hammer released by Ao smashed the dog's head.
"Hammer of Wrath...well, I feel your wrath."
Charlemagne shrugged, seeing that Valeera and the Shadow Leopard had rushed into the group of mages and began to kill all directions, he was too lazy to pay attention to the battle situation here. Obvious.
However, due to the time delay by Isenlien, the slow-moving pursuers from Hearthglen finally arrived near the battlefield. Charlemagne held up the Quel'dorei golden rod, and the originally peaceful light blue eyes suddenly shone with dazzling arcane light .
"Reflection Barrier!"
A translucent purple light curtain suddenly appeared in front of the chasing soldiers. The cavalry who rushed to the front couldn't rein in their horses and slammed into it, and then...they flew back at a faster speed than when they came.
"Boom!"
Charlemagne breathed a sigh of relief seeing the success of the spell, and put his staff on the ground heavily, with a bright smile on his face.
"Sorry, from now on, one side will pass here."
(end of this chapter)