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at the same time.
Abron, a cloth-clad young man, was sleeping in the stable, wrapped in straw and fodder. He curled up and snored. The two ordinary soldiers who were in charge of and supervising him glanced at him from time to time and said in a vulgar tone, "This useless man can still sleep at this time? His newlywed wife is serving the Baron."
"Hey, what else can you do if you don't want to sleep? Do you still expect to get a share of the pie?" The soldier mocked, "Today, her newlywed wife will not have a chance to sleep even until dawn."
"Poor guy, you will know the result when you see his bride tomorrow. His beautiful bride will not be able to recover even if she has a month."
“Hahaha~”
The two soldiers laughed at the groom loudly, venting their frustration, because they were just ordinary soldiers, and it was not their turn to enjoy the beautiful bride anyway.
The only thing they can do is to fantasize about it in their minds, or work hard to climb up and become the Baron's confidant, then they will have the opportunity to join the ranks.
Just as the two soldiers were daydreaming.
In the room at the top of the watchtower, a ball of holy light burst out from the window, and an extremely miserable voice was faintly heard.
The two soldiers looked up in surprise, wondering what had happened.
But at this moment.
Abram, who was lying in the stable, suddenly opened his eyes, and two rays of excitement and fanaticism burst out of his eyes. The saint took action.
Now, it was his turn to act.
He rolled over, as light as a cat and as fast as a cheetah, and touched the edge of his old carriage. He put his hand in the gap of the carriage base and pulled it out.
“clang!”
A sharp sword appeared in his hand.
"The glory of our Lord will shine upon the earth once again."
"Abron's" eyes suddenly became extremely fanatical, and he pounced on the two ordinary soldiers like a tiger.
In his fanatical consciousness, anyone who dares to block the path of the Holy Light of our Lord is an enemy and a heretic.
His sword will only fight for my Lord all his life!
That’s right, the so-called groom “Abron” is none other than Langdon, one of the Knights Templar under Wu Hui!
As a fanatical believer, Landon's cultivation strength has reached the peak of level 2.
With only the sword in his hand, he was extremely fast, and the sword was covered with a layer of sacred white fighting spirit.
The sword light flickered and flickered, and in just two or three breaths, it stabbed the two ordinary soldiers who were still in shock to death. The two soldiers fell to the ground and died, their eyes were still wide open, dazed and not closed.
After killing the two guards, Langdon did not stop and continued to rush to the castle gate. His main purpose of sneaking into Gruburg, disguised as Abron, was to launch an attack from the inside, lower the drawbridge and open the gate.
Of course, it is impossible for only the Holy Maiden of Light and Langdon to participate in such a military activity as the capture of Gruburg.
At this point.
The defenders in the castle have already risen up.
“Ding ding ding!”
From the bell tower, a deep and rapid bell rang out. Torches were lit one by one, and the soldiers' excitement and shouts were everywhere.