Vol 2 Chapter 33: Night Riot (3)

"They rushed in-!!!!!!"
The cry of fear echoed in the castle. I don't know who opened the side door of the castle, but when the door was opened, everything could not be recovered.
Seemed to be rushing out of the cage, like hungry hyenas, the roaring and screaming refugees rushed into the castle like crazy, and the guards who wanted to resist, fell to the ground, venting their unparalleled resentment.
The entire west side of the castle has fallen into complete chaos, and the guards who did not prepare at all could not stop the surging refugees like the tide, and could only barely support it.
Even if the guard knights who followed immediately joined, the battle situation did not change much. They can block five or even ten refugees, but they are followed by twice, three times as many people rushing towards them!
And even more terrifying is that there are actually many guys with long swords among the enemies. They soon entangled the guard knights who came to support and let more refugees rush into the castle.
"Get rid of this group of knights, they are all Earl's stooges!"
"Rush in, there is food in the castle, there is bread that can't be eaten waiting for you!"
"Go to kill the count, he pushed you to this dead end!"
The sound of hissing one after another, poured into the castle like a tumbling wave. A pair of rugged hands pressed the guards to the ground and stripped them of all valuable things.
More people took the opportunity to rush into the castle. This gray wave looked like a group of headless flies, rushing to search until they finally found their target.
"Granary, the granary is there!"
"Rush in, there must be bread and potatoes that can't be eaten!"
"That's all of us, all of us!"
No one can stop the turbulent tide. The refugees seemed to see the moths of the light and rushed into it desperately. The simple door of the warehouse was like a piece of paper, and was torn apart in a split second.
The elves who arrived in time did not rush in, but kept outside all the exits near the granary. The guards of the castle who followed immediately erected simple fences and shields around the warehouse to enclose the whole granary.
As long as these hysterical guys cannot rush out, they will not cause further damage to the castle. Anyway, the grain in the granary has already been exhausted, and the only grain in the castle is locked in the cellar.
This is Loren ’s prepared backer—if the castle is really broken, the trick of
empty city planning
can continue for another period of time to support the arrival of Sir Aaron ’s reinforcements.
When they really realized that the granary was empty, they had already prepared measures for siege outside and blocked them inside.
But now that Deeplimburg has the reinforcements of the elves, then they can calmly concentrate their troops first, defeat the refugees outside the city gate, and then deal with these guys whose brains have been burned by hunger.
The refugees on the wall of the main gate have been arrested by the suddenly appearing elves. These war dancers are very good at dogfights. What's more important is that they are different from those of the castle guards. They have no emotional baggage for these humans, and there is no problem of not being able to fight.
The battle situation is being reversed little by little. No one noticed that among the refugees who had just rushed into the castle, a small group of people had sneaked into the main fort.
These people are very familiar with the structure of the castle. They are constantly advancing in the narrow corridors and stairs, even without a moment of hesitation and stagnation, as if walking at home.
The guards, servants, and even the refugees who entered by mistake were laid down silently by them, and they were pierced by the crossbow arrows before they could yell.
Tower, veranda, side hall ... I searched all the unmanned rooms, all without the figure of the count.
Where did he hide, could he escape from the castle early? !
Or is he in the castle hall? !
But they were still disappointed, and there was no one in the empty castle hall. The guy walking in the front sneered. Since none of these places exist, Lu Wen can only be in one place-the Lord's bedroom in Shenlinbao.
Wait for death, coward, this is the last night you slept in that room!
Opened the side door and the group of "refugees" immediately ran towards the lord's bedroom. When the last person was about to leave, the door closed.
The dark-eyed staring eyes pulled the handle desperately, but the side door seemed to be locked, no matter how hard he tried to open it.
"If I were you, I wouldn't go there in vain."
A familiar voice came from behind. The horrified black figure froze, the trembling eyes shrank violently, and he quickly thought about how to deal with it.
After a moment of silence, the shadow suddenly turned to take off the mask, revealing Will Senna's face, panicked and overwhelmed by words:
"Master Loren Turin, go and chase those guys-they want to kill Lord Earl, it will be too late!"
"I secretly mixed into them. This group of people are lawless murderers, unlike the hungry refugees outside!"
"Of course I know this." Loren Turin raised his mouth slightly: "They are all private soldiers of the Sena family. Otherwise, how could the structure of the castle be so clear?"
"What are you talking about?" Will's eyes widened, and his right hand had clenched the dagger in his sleeve.
"Change to the usual time, I will be happy to accompany you, Your Excellency Will Cena." Sighing softly, Loren slowly raised his wand in his right hand: "But not tonight."
"From the beginning, the riots of the refugees were the Sena family, and those noblemen of the Deep Forest Castle concealed their tricks. If Ruben Frid was killed by the nobles, they would give the Duke an excuse to send troops.
"So you need refugees to attract everyone's attention, and when the castle is broken and the count is killed, you can put all the blame on their heads."
"And the nobles of Shenlinbao are" heroes "who avenge the count. Not only can the prince not send troops, but also thank you."
Lightly pursed the corner of his mouth, the dark-haired wizard said in a very ironic tone.
And Will Senna showed a sudden enlightened expression: "Original. It turns out that this is the case, Grandpa Barry and the grown-ups ... they actually do such terrible things!"
"We must stop them ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Lord Loren Turin, absolutely not let them succeed!"
"Why?"
"Of course it was because of ..." Will suddenly stunned, and Zhi Zhiwu replied: "I, I am the servant of the Earl, and loyalty to him is a matter of course!"
"But isn't this a good thing for you?" The black-haired wizard sneered dismissively, looking at the pretending Will Senna with a mocking expression.
"The future Lord Count of Deep Limburg ... If you guessed right, that Barry Senna had promised you to inherit the title of Lu Wen, right?"
Well Senna only felt a chill while climbing up the back and got into the heart.
"you……"
"I know your planned steps, and the identity of each of you is all clear." Loren approached step by step, standing in front of Will, half kneeling, overlooking him with his chin: "It would be better to say, just Even the steps are planned for you, but your little cleverness, thinking that the 'self' plan is going smoothly. "
"Refugee riots or raids on castles ... I'm tired of it. I haven't accompanied you to continue playing. This game has become extremely boring, and I can't wait to end it."
"You, you call this game, game?"
"Isn't it?" Loren asked back, shaking his head in disdain: "Although you have a little patience, it's not enough to be an opponent."
"As for you, Lord Will Cena, you are really hiding very well, even I was almost deceived by your trick under the light, I believe you are just a noble who is curious about magic.
"But in fact, you are actually a wizard, right, Lord Will Cena?"