"You have controlled the city guard force, deceived the Second Army of Londinium, you are full of lies, and you are bent on pursuing your own interests. You fat maggots are disgusting!"
Before she uttered the last word, Zhou Jinru had already moved. He swept out the rifle at five times the speed and knocked over the two nearest guards.
The battle was about to break out. Two stabbing swords struck from different angles. These guards in red uniforms were all top-notch masters. The stabbing swords even had silver aura and had an armor-piercing effect.
Zhou Jinru used a rigid shield to withstand two attacks. The shield's strength dropped visibly. He wanted to fight quickly. He slammed his right hand to the floor. A violent airflow burst out instantly, causing several people around him to retreat. The look in his eyes Only Sir Baldwin, who kept retreating, stepped forward and kicked the last guard in front of the old noble. He spread his fingers and strangled him by the throat.
"Back off immediately, or I'll kill him!"
Zhou Jinru roared, frightening the guards who were besieging Sylvia.
Sir Baldwin's old face flushed red, and his dry fingers like chicken claws tightly grasped Zhou Jinru's right hand. He made a gurgling sound in his throat and could not say a word.
This guy was so confident that he thought he could take down Sylvia with a dozen experts. He was right, but he didn't expect Zhou Jinru to be there.
Thomas Courtman's identity is a mystery in the eyes of the nobles of Londinium. They don't know where he came from, nor his specific identity and background, nor his true level.
"Sylvia, what do you want to say?"
Zhou Jinru turned to look at the Dragon Cavalry General. Suddenly, he suddenly dragged his right arm, but it was too late. A guard plunged the stabbing sword into Sir Baldwin's chest. The blade passed through the heart and blood spurted out.
Blood welled up in the old noble's throat. He covered his heart hard, but he could not stop the flow of blood.
Almost at the same time, Sylvia threw a short spear and nailed the guard who assassinated the old nobleman to the wall.
The remaining guards looked at each other, suspicious of each other, and kept retreating.
Zhou Jinru immediately put Sir Baldwin on the ground, condensed emerald green healing waves with his hands, and kept pressing on the old noble's heart. The medical origin stone technique could not save him, but it could prolong his dying time.
"Ms. Sylvia."
A sickly blush appeared on Sir Baldwin's face. He wanted to reach out and touch his chest, but his arms were weakly put down.
The Dragon Rider said coldly: "You only have a few minutes to live."
"I know, Ms. Sylvia, I don't regret it. We did the right thing. Only in this way can we save this country!"
Baldwin raised his fists as if in a final prayer.
"The nobles must unite to limit the king's power. We don't need a king!"
Sylvia suddenly shouted: "So you secretly executed His Majesty the King!"
As soon as these words were spoken, a look of astonishment flashed across Sir Baldwin's face, and he murmured: "How did you know? No, it's not important. You are wrong. We never had any intention to kill His Majesty the King. His death It was just an accident, oh, an accident..."
The old noble tried his best to explain, but under Zhou Jinru's gaze, his eyes became distracted. He took his last breath and his heart stopped beating.
The king is dead? !
Zhou Jinru looked at Sylvia in shock. He thought of the black-covered notebook, which should have recorded some results, but the Dragon Rider General did not inform him.
The king of Victoria is actually dead? !
The new nobles blocked the palace and blocked news in order to control the outcome of the situation as much as possible.
Zhou Jinru figured out a lot of things in an instant. Some people should have known or guessed that the king was dead. They were not of the same mind. They were restraining each other in order to seek greater interests.
As the commander of the dragoons, Sylvia was able to arrive at the palace so smoothly and discover the secret, which was not without the tacit approval of the military.
After breaking into the palace, only one agent trained by the Scarlet Troupe came to stop him. There was no more defense force. There should be MI9 involved.
"I'm sorry for bringing you into this."
Sylvia said a lonely word, pulled out the short gun with all her strength, and stomped on the guard's face with her boots in disgust until it became a bloody mess.
Zhou Jinru always felt that something was flashing by, but he couldn't catch it. He rubbed his face hard, trying to find this glimmer of light.
Who wants to kill Sir Baldwin?
Who would benefit more from Sir Baldwin's death?
Zhou Jinru ran over, dragged the guard's body, and found that his race was Li Boli.
"What are you looking for?"
"There seems to be something wrong. We seem to have missed some important details."
Sylvia didn't understand what Zhou Jinru was thinking, so she had to say: "We have to leave here."
"I know, we have to leave." Zhou Jinru failed to find any more clues. "My friend is still fighting for this country. He doesn't know that His Majesty the King has passed away..."
The king is dead, and there is only one person who can prevent the country from falling into civil strife, suppress the new aristocracy with unprecedented power, and calm all disputes!
Zhou Jinru suddenly realized that something was wrong and quickly shouted: "Sylvia! Quick! Go somewhere quickly!"
"what you up to?"
"Leon Mansion! Go to Leon Mansion quickly. The safety of Mrs. Leon must be ensured. Only she can control the situation now!"
"And you?"
Zhou Jinru shouted loudly as he ran outside: "Leave me alone! I still have things to do!"
William has now gathered his troops to fight with the new nobles. Once Sir Baldwin dies, the new nobles dominated by anger and fear will most likely take risks. They are walking on a tightrope on a cliff. If they are not careful, they will be in danger. At this moment, they can only fight hard.
Sylvia immediately understood what Zhou Jinru wanted to do: "You want to save your friends?!"
"I have to go, I promised them!"
When the two people rushed to the atrium, a considerable number of guards had already surrounded the place, with three floors inside and three floors outside.
Zhou Jinru carried a rifle, pulled the bolt and fired, knocking down a guard and shouting: "Go quickly! Don't worry about me, I have a way to escape!"
Sylvia took a deep look at him, blew her whistle, and a majestic war horse galloped over, knocking over a group of guards.
Zhou Jinru fired continuously, his movements were extremely fast, and he held the locust-like crossbow arrows in an incredible way. He suppressed the guards in front of the palace by himself, at the cost of the rigid shield sliding down like an avalanche.
He put the rifle behind his back, bent his legs slightly, and flew out like a cannonball, crashing into the balcony on the second floor of the palace.
