After all, no one would believe that there would be a person who would not run away when he has the chance to do so.

"I have seen that my country has been defeated. Even if I run away, I have no idea where to go. If I run away now, I will naturally end up as a deserter. It would be better for me to be a prisoner here."

Amirida said.

Without any words, Wals and his soldiers left. Mathilde looked back at Emilia and Christina who were tied to the ground. They were tied in the same room and everything looked so quiet.

Maria herself was very worried about the two captives. But no matter how worried she was, she still wanted to participate in the battle on the front line. After all, if she could make a great contribution, it would be better than anything else.

Aileyen didn't ask Walls too many questions, he always agreed with Walls' decisions.

From the day he joined the group and trusted Wals, he never raised any contrary opinions with Wals. In Airen's eyes, Wals was a man of great power.

In front of King Harlaus's kingdom, there were groups of tall and mighty soldiers of the Intellectuals. They were King Harlaus's last elite troops. Now they were wielding their spears and raising their swords, and all kinds of weapons were taken out by them.

This was a melee, different from the one in the wild. This time it was a complete mess. They used the weapons they were best at. Longhairs and big swords were their favorites. Archers were set up high in the palace.

As long as any enemy soldier shows his head, these natural snipers will aim their crossbows at them, and just one shot can penetrate their head and take their life.

The first person to run to the front of the palace was King Ragnar's subordinate Farrington. He was now leading a group of Nord royal guards. Looking at the Swadian soldiers who were still stubbornly resisting King Zhou Yi, Farrington felt that he should persuade them first.

In this way, the losses can be minimized as much as possible. After all, the war has reached this point, and it is necessary to leave some elites in the kingdom that has not fallen. At the same time, the soldiers behind him are his brothers. No matter from which perspective, he does not want this group of brothers to die.

Even if we are sure of victory now, there will inevitably be casualties, and no one can guarantee that accidents will not happen.

"Soldiers of the Kingdom of Swadia, I know that your remaining will is still telling you to defend King Harlaus, but you have seen that the city of Paraven has been conquered by us. Pointless resistance will only result in more sacrifices.

If you are willing, put down your weapons now, raise your hands and surrender to us, I can assure you that I will never hurt you, and your family will be guaranteed to be safe. "Farrington began to try to persuade the group of Swadian soldiers in front of him.

But it was obvious that the eyes of this group of Swadian soldiers had revealed a fearless attitude towards death. Even if Falington spoke more beautifully and exhaled fragrance like a poet, he could not convince them.

Because they were determined to fight to the death with the enemy troops in front of them, in order to buy time for their own king to move.

"Listen to me, citizens of the Nord Kingdom. The troops in front of you are the most elite troops of the Swadia Kingdom. If you don't lay down your weapons and surrender immediately, we will chop off your heads."

A man from the Kingdom of Swadia, who was not sure if he was the commander of this army, suddenly spoke up. He was holding a big sword, and his words revealed a kind of arrogance and rebelliousness.

No one had expected that this group of remaining Swadian Kingdom soldiers could actually say such arrogant words. Couldn't they understand the current situation?

It is obvious that the entire city is now filled with soldiers from the Nord Kingdom and the Rhodok Kingdom. They are doing everything they can to rob all the wealth in this city.

They were clearly at a disadvantage, but they still uttered such rebellious words. It was obvious that they did not take the enemy in front of them seriously.

"I think you don't understand the current situation at all. You are on the verge of death and yet you still say such arrogant words. Brothers, let them see how powerful we, the Nord Royal Guards, are."

Farrington picked up his axe and pointed it at the soldier in front who was speaking.

It can be clearly heard from Farrington's tone that he is very angry. He had clearly given them the chance to surrender, but he did not expect that this group of guys would not accept it.

Without any excessive words, both sides charged at each other directly. The royal guards of the Nord Kingdom all used various kinds of axes. Whether it was the down payment or the husbands of the giant axe group, they all swung up any axe they could lift.

It has to be said that the fighting power of the Nord Royal Guards was very strong. When they swung the axes in their hands, it was like a gust of wind blowing by their ears. Every swing would chop off a soldier's head. The heads of those soldiers from the Swadia Kingdom bounced on the ground like basketballs.

Blood and corpses were the decorations here, but no Swadian soldier retreated, because they knew that behind them was the last hope of the country. If they didn't fight to the death, the whole country would be destroyed. It was a pity for such a group of loyal and righteous people, and now they would all die here.

With the determination to fight to the death, they fought with the most powerful infantry in the entire continent. If this was a plain and if they were all Swadian knights, the outcome of the battle would be very different. The Swadian knights would crush this group of Nordic royal guards in front of them into pieces.

But all this is just a fantasy. This is the interior of the city of Paven, so there is simply not enough space for the Swadian knights to ride their horses here like the wind and reap the names of those Nord soldiers.

The small and crowded palace square is where the Nordic Royal Shiwei can exert their greatest combat strength. No one can stop their slaughter.

Despite this, despite watching his comrades fall one after another.