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"Uncle Edmund."
On the battlefield, Viscount Connor's face was ashen. The advantages he had built up with great difficulty were all shattered one by one by the opponent's continuous trump cards.
The lethal deterrent power of the triple-bow crossbow and the powerful Hymn of Light of the false Saint of Light are both powerful weapons on the battlefield.
The morale of Luan's army has now hit rock bottom.
If the situation cannot be reversed, Connor's army will be irretrievably defeated.
Viscount Connor never dreamed that an army of several thousand men would be defeated when attacking a small Gruburg.
He gathered his emotions and regained his aristocratic and leisurely demeanor.
Looking at the chestnut-haired man beside him, his expression was humble and respectful, "The fake Saint of Light and the goblin war crossbow are too intimidating. Please help and save the situation."
The only trump card that can be used now is Edmund the Fire Walker.
Edmund glanced at him with a half-smile on his face, "Master Connor, if I remember correctly, I only promised to help you contain the opponent's sub-saint warriors. I never promised to help you solve other problems."
Upon hearing this, a gloom suddenly flashed across Viscount Connor's eyes.
However, although he was unhappy, his expression did not show any flaws. He nodded as if it was a matter of course, and said with a graceful smile: "I know that Uncle Edmund has worked hard this time, and I feel sorry for it. Don't worry, I won't let you work in vain. I heard that your uncle's youngest son is about to come of age, and the bloodline of Baron Gondeyar in Gru Town has been cut off. Gru Town just needs a baron..."
"Oh." Flame Walker Edmund's eyes sparkled, and he was obviously very excited about this matter. Although he was also a viscount, he was different from Connor, a descendant of an old noble family with a long history.
His fiefdoms only added up to two baronies, which was really shabby. If he could not expand his fiefdom, his beloved youngest son would have no future.
"What an exciting reward!" Flame Walker Edmund stared at Connor, smiling, "I also believe that Master Connor is a true noble who keeps his word."
"Uncle Edmund, you must be joking." Viscount Connor laughed heartily, "You are a sub-saint. Even if I have a hundred guts, I would not dare to fool you."
"Since Master Connor is so generous, I will not refuse. Don't worry, leave the Holy Lady of Light and the three giant crossbows to me."
Edmund laughed and reached out his hand, and a huge red spear appeared in his palm.
His whole body was filled with red fighting spirit, and he instantly flew off the saddle.
Under the dark sky, he looked like the rising sun, scorching and dazzling.
A tremendous power suddenly swept out from him like a hurricane.
Scorching and fierce, it instantly enveloped half of the battlefield like a raging fire.
He appeared with such a powerful aura that he even suppressed the aura of the Holy Lady of Light. Soldiers from both sides felt their mouths dry and their tongues parched, and they could vaguely feel the heat coming towards them.