Murphy paced alone in his study, playing with an antique sword from the collection of the former lord Earl Winton.

Seven days had passed since the message from the Brundy Knight, and it was already the eighth day even today, but there was still no sign of the enemy.

Some of the Murphys who couldn't sit still kept sending scouts to see what was going on in Crescent City.

As a result, there is only bad news, no good news.

Crescent City was reduced to ruins, smoke rising and rubble everywhere, and rebel soldiers were still burning and looting, searching for survivors from the rubble and then killing for fun.

A few of the more daring minions bypassed the enemy army and ran to the south of Crescent City to find out, only to see an even more shocking scene.

On both sides of the road, a simple gallows was built every ten meters, on which hung the soldiers of the original Crescent City army, under the spring sun, constantly escaping the smell of corpses, poor these young soldiers, not at peace after death.

With no end in sight on the road to death, the Scout ran a long way and finally saw the end two kilometers away.

At the end of the road was a small village in a huge valley in the Ersor Mountains, with a tall iron tree at the entrance that could not be harmed by swords and axes, making it the best tool for the rebels to terrorize civilians.

There were at least thirty corpses hanging from the big iron tree, and some kind of evil magic was used to imprison the souls of the deceased, so that they could watch their corpses decay and disappear little by little, a process that was extremely painful and cruel to the caster, but the already sick rebels seemed to enjoy it.

From a few hundred meters away, the scout could hear the souls in the corpse moaning in pain, and the sound was terrible.

The village was long deserted by this time, and millions of civilians were camped in this valley, surrounded by cliffs, and the rebel commanders were not afraid of these civilians running away.

The only valuable news was that the rebels were mobilized, and they began to gather supplies, drive away civilians, and stop the large-scale looting that had lasted for two days.

This was a sign of an invasion! The scout hastened to report this to Murphy.

Murphy also thought secretly after receiving the news.

It takes time for the army to be pulled, as the so-called soldiers and horses have not moved, grain and grass go first.

It is necessary not only to properly manage the logistics work, but also to properly handle the coordination and cooperation of various troops.

In this way, the rebels arrived about two days or three days later.

Of course, there will definitely be small groups of troops coming to fight harassment wars, and these can be handed over to the "Leviathans" in the South Gate Pass, and none of them will be missed.

"Your Highness, a herald from the West Gate is waiting at the gate!"

Philip pushed the door open and whispered to Murphy.

"Herald from the West Gate, what's the matter over there, call him in!"

Murphy was puzzled for a moment, then told Philip to bring him over.

Philip answered, and walked out quickly, and within two minutes the herald came under Philip's lead.

"Tell Your Highness, Viscount Kub, lord of Farmtown, Viscount Nelson of Hill, Viscount Hoftton of Bossatown, and all their vassals, all of whom are waiting outside the West Gate, to request to see you. The herald told Murphy.

Murphy raised an eyebrow and snorted.

What day is it? Why are all the nobles in the fief here? Also, isn't Viscount Hofton in favor of reform? How did he get mixed up with the conservative Viscount Cooper and Viscount Nelson?

"Call them over! No, I'll go over and see what they're up to. ”

Murphy had planned to call the nobles to come to the castle to talk, but he suddenly changed his mind.

In case this group of nobles changed their minds and defected to themselves, they must meet with them in person to show their sincerity, right?

The sun outside is just right, a little breeze is not dry, this weather is just right for people to fall in love, roll the road or something, but I've been in the other world for more than half a year, let alone talking about love, the girl hasn't seen a few.

Murphy couldn't help but sigh a little in his heart, as soon as the traverser crossed, there was a sister in the system, and no matter how bad it was, there was an old man to assist in cultivation, and what about himself?

Not only that, from the other world to the present, counting this time, I have fought three big battles, three defeats and two battles, and one victory or defeat is unknown. If it weren't for the knowledge in his head, the last time Count Kurumman's soldiers came to the city, he would probably have been cold.

Thinking and walking, under the leadership of the herald, Murphy came to the West City Gate, where more than thirty barons and viscounts were chatting to pass the time, but without exception, their faces were bitter, and Viscount Hofton was no exception.

"Your Highness is here!" shouted someone in the crowd, and all eyes were on Murphy.

"Your Highness, please avenge us!" Viscount Hofton walked over with an angry face and knelt down on one knee in front of Murphy.

"I beg Your Highness to avenge us!" the nobles had already discussed, and as soon as Hoftton knelt down, everyone knelt down, bowing down and begging for Murphy's help.

"Hurry up, everyone! Stand up and say anything! Come one by one!" Murphy hurriedly dismounted, picked up the nearest Viscount Hofton, and beckoned the nobles behind him to stand up.

Murphy was also a little confused, aren't you all political enemies? Aren't they all going to develop to the point of swords and soldiers? Why are they all coming to me today?

"Your Highness, many of my properties are in Crescent City, and this time the mob rebellion is a disaster, and all my properties in Crescent City have been destroyed! My second son, he is still serving in the army of Crescent City! It is estimated that there is less luck now! I beg Your Highness to avenge us!" Viscount Hofton's eyes were red, his hands were trembling, and anger and hatred filled his mind.

"Your Highness, I swear to you that if you can help me avenge my revenge, I will always be loyal to you and obey your orders!" said Viscount Kube, who owned much more property in Crescent City than Hofton, and most of his family lived in Crescent City, so his losses were even greater.

The other nobles were clamoring for Murphy to help them avenge them.

Murphy understood what the nobles were thinking.

They originally planned to be their enemies, so they moved their families and everything to Crescent City to prevent future troubles and fight against them.

But they didn't expect that Crescent City was conquered by the rebels, and most of their property and relatives could not be transferred, and how many years of arrangement were all destroyed by the rebels!

All they have left is their own territory, and the people in the territory, and there is almost nothing else, if they hadn't raised seedlings, they would not even be able to plough spring ploughing now, so they could only take refuge in themselves.

"Okay, I'll promise to avenge you, but only if you accept my new laws!Become an honorary nobleman under me, as you can refer to Viscount Hofton, and you will be like him, and you will get more lucrative benefits in the new system. ”

Murphy shouted, not mentioning the conditions at this time, but when.

Murphy's words came out, and the originally indignant nobles were silent for a while, and then Viscount Nelson stood up and spoke.

"As long as His Highness can avenge us, we will definitely agree. ”

The other nobles nodded silently in agreement, and even the ones who had resisted the most fiercely before joined Murphy's camp at this time.

"Then we, a word?"

"Well, it's a deal!"