Seeing the baron's self-inflicted misery and realizing the true identity of the man before them, the death knights and necromancers immediately became wary.
According to Bishop's original intelligence, although Calia held an extraordinary status among the two people they were supposed to deal with, she had no guards worthy of her position by her side.
According to the baron's speculation, this princess had most likely become separated from her group. There was no army behind her supporting the Lordaeron royal family at all, and even if there was, it would not be large. Calia's appearance here might even have been for the purpose of raising an army in the name of the Lordaeron royal heir, and her goal was to obtain his support.
That was why there were no powerful attendants protecting the princess—she simply did not have anyone under her command.
To a certain extent, Baron Bishop's guess had been correct.
However, it was precisely his "wisdom" that exposed him, sending him headlong into a massive pit and dragging several unlucky death knights and necromancers down with him.
Now that Ye Ting's identity had been exposed, they thought of even more possibilities.
"Could it be... that this was intentional? Princess Calia already has enough nobles supporting her. While recruiting new supporters, you were also luring out traitors? What a cunning scheme!"
Before Ye Ting could say anything, the baron had already let his imagination run wild.
Hearing the baron's analysis, the undead's expressions turned ugly as well.
One of the necromancers, whose robes were the filthiest and who appeared to be the oldest, turned to the death knight confronting Calia. "End this quickly, Hubert the Slayer. Deal with the princess at once. We'll handle that mage!"
"Understood!" the towering death knight answered in a shrill voice, then turned his