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The surviving soldiers walked through piles of corpses, silently searching for the remains of their surviving comrades or friends who died in battle.

There was no more battle cry on the blood-stained grassland.

Pathos is written on the face of every living warrior.

The townspeople of White Town also cleared the obstacles blocking the doors of their houses in the houses where they were fleeing the fighting, gently pushed the doors open, and ran out of the ruins of the collapsed north wall of White Town, calling the names of their loved ones.

The only thing that answered them was the whistling breeze of the steppe.

Anjason, Earl of White Town, finally rode his horse and stepped on the corpses of the monsters to move closer to Queen Agnes.

Queen Agnes, however, was completely oblivious to the approaching Earl Anderson.

The trembling Duke Walker made the anxious Queen Agnes' face full of crystal tears, she threw away the blood-mottled sword in her hand, flipped off her white horse and grabbed the reins of the spot, stepped on the stirrup to get the spot, and hugged her dear person from behind Walker in tears, as if at that moment, a woman's strength disappeared immediately after the end of the war.

Walker was cold, and Agnes warmed him with her own body heat.

"Let me sleep - Agnes... I am so tired. Ah, it's so cold! We... It's all together... Al Ain Snow Country? Walker, Duke of Ella, had a hot forehead, a blue face, pale and chapped lips, and his body was still trembling, and his words were more like a dream whisper, "There is a Batu with long foot hair living in the Siriel Inn..."

"Well, I'll watch it with you." Every tremor of Walker gave Agnes a violent thump.

"Kulosius - Hydra!" The clatter of Walker's teeth made Agnes panic, "Segal—you betrayed me. ”

"He's at the end of his rope. Walker, stop thinking about these battles, think about happy times! The war is over! Agnes' thin lips lifted lightly, gently latching on Walker's cold ears.

"Agnes... Why are you so stupid..."Walker's voice was warm, "I just... I don't want you to leave - you know? ”

"I'll hold you like this forever. I want to hear you say 'I love you' thousands of times. Walker's body grew colder and weaker, as if his soul was breaking free from its shell, but Agnes was helpless.

"Your Highness!" Earl of White, Angelson, rode his horse to meet him, and Agnes was already crying.

"Earl, I need a doctor, His Royal Highness the Duke is dying!" Agnes' tears were like unstoppable springs, almost begging Count Henjason to lend a helping hand.

"The left side of the abdomen is pierced, and His Highness can't be bumped anymore! Get him off his horse! Your Highness! I'm a doctor! After looking up and down, Earl Anderson immediately turned over and dismounted, summoned a few guards, and lifted Duke Walker off his horse, and found a relatively clean meadow to lay flat.

"May the goddess Arcana bless this valiant duke." Heller, Earl of Karkhand, stretched out his hand and gently placed it on the shoulder of the weeping Agnes, "A strong warrior will not lose his life because of this battle wound. ”

Time flies, the sun sets and the moon rises.

Most of the rudimentary tombs were built on the meadow with stones, and most of them did not leave any written records, except for the relics of the dead warrior in front of them, or a broken sword, or a broken helmet, or the tightly held banner found in the hands of the dead soldiers. The corpses of the monsters were also carried one by one to the pit dug in the grassland, and the soldiers surrounded the pit one by one, and they sprinkled jars of tar on the corpses of these hateful enemies, and threw torches into the pit, only the flames could cleanse the souls of these evils and brighten the night.

Under the cloudless starry sky, there was also a flickering fire, which was a bonfire, and the curtains pulled up on all sides blocked the cold wind of the night.

At the side of the campfire, Count Henson knelt on the meadow on his knees, his hands covered in blood, and he kept wiping the sweat oozing from his forehead with the back of his hand, and Duke Walker, who was held down by Agnes and Earl Heller.

A pair of eyes stared at the duke who had passed out, and those eyes contained complex emotions.

"The sword is already burning red, my lord." One of Custer's guards handed Count Anderson a red-hot iron sword.

"Hopefully, this time will stop your bleeding once and for all. Your Highness. Earl Angelson snorted lightly and looked up at Earl Heller, "I'll think about it later, old man Carchand." Now I want you to concentrate on pressing His Highness for me! ”

"Of course, I hope that in the future we will no longer be enemies. Anderson. Heller, Earl of Calkhand, stared coldly at Earl Anderson with his eagle-eyed eyes, but his hand pressed Walker's shoulder blade tightly.

"Hold on, Duke." Earl Henson avoided Heller's eagle eyes and shook the red-burned iron sword in his hand, "Agnes, pry open Your Highness's mouth." Stuff a ball of cloth. lest you bite off your tongue in severe pain! ”

"He will. Earl. Walker, you're going to hold on. Agnes tore a piece of cloth from the corner of her coat and leaned down slightly, breaking Walker's closed lips.

It was too late, it was too soon, and Earl Henson did not hesitate to press the red-hot blade on Duke Walker's wound at this moment.

Duke Walker's eyes widened, his legs and feet swayed, his mouth whined, and scorched white smoke rose from the blade.

"The bleeding has finally stopped." Earl Hengerson grinned, got up from the ground, took the white cloth handed by Custer's guard, wiped his hands, and handed the sword to Custer's guard.

"Next, it will be up to the valiant knight to make his own will." Earl Heller's words seemed to his daughter Agnes, and to Earl Anderson.

"Your Highness, I'm afraid so." Earl Hengerson replied, even though Agnes's mind was entirely on Duke Walker.

Entle's soldiers carried Duke Walker into the Lord's Longhouse in White Town, and Agnes accompanied him.

Within the tent, only the two leading men, Earl Jackson of White Town, and Heller, Earl of Challd, stared at each other in embarrassment, and neither of them thought that the meeting between them was not on the battlefield, but by the campfire of such a simple tent.

Earl Heller was in a complicated mood, sitting on the stone beside the campfire with his hands clenched into fists and resting his chin, he was not prepared to say anything to the earl of his age opposite.

Earl Henson shook his head from time to time as he looked up and down, and let out two or three soft snorts that seemed to be laughing rather than laughing.

This embarrassment was finally broken by the Custer patrol light cavalry who entered with the curtain raised.

The Castor Patrol Hussars were smiling, and after glancing at Earl Heller of Calkhand, they were about to whisper to Earl Anderson, but Earl Anderson spoke to the Patrol Hussars first, "Our Excellency Earl of Callhand, who has come from afar, also wants to hear this good news. ”

"Yes, my lord. We captured the lost King Segal II in the woods on the shores of Silvermoon Bay at the fork in the road. We've been pushed out of the curtain where you are. The Custer patrol hussars shouted.

"Ah, how can you do this to our guest's son-in-law." Earl Henjason smiled inadvertently.

Earl Heller, Earl of Karkhand, ignored Earl Anjason's sneer, his face flushed, his eyebrows glared, and he quickly rose from the ground, and hurried out of the tent, stunned by the sight of the patrolling hussars.

"Well done, cavalry. When Earl Heller has vented his wrath, throw the tyrant into the filthiest cage in White Town! Earl Anderson stretched.

The patrol light cavalry retreated.

Outside the curtain, Segal II still raised his head proudly, and kept making promises to the soldiers of the surrounding White Town: "I am the rightful monarch of the Kingdom of Rinston, as long as you are willing to let me go and point your sword at the rebels in this tent, I will not only pardon your crimes, but also canonize you as the nobles of the Kingdom of Foreston." ”

The soldiers looked at each other coldly, and even pressed their swords in their hands to kill the tyrant who had deprived them of their brothers and relatives.

An angry Earl Heller rushed out of the tent, but Segal II was like seeing a life-saving straw, and he smiled all over his face, "My dear father-in-law, let these guys let me go, I think there must be a misunderstanding here!" ”

Count Heller had no intention of answering, he went straight to Segal II, and the high fist slammed into his face, this cold punch finally made Segal II start to be afraid, "Don't! You are my vassal, how can you insult your king like this! Stop me! ”

This was followed by another hard hook to Segal II's jaw, almost knocking out his teeth, "If this gets out, my loyal Wallaces of Sunset Island will never let you go easily!" ”

"You should know quite well what you've done, brute. Shut up now and get ready for the punishment you deserve! The first punch was for my daughter, and the second punch was for my anger. Earl Heller's fist trembled and raised, as if accumulating the strength of his whole body, and slammed into the abdomen of Segal II, who suddenly spat out a mouthful of sour gastric juice, "This punch is for all those who have lost their lives in the north and south of Ella Mountain, and for my heroic warriors of Kakhand." ”

"You... Yes... Regret it, old man with a hooked nose..."Segal II was beaten three times in a row, and his eyes glazed and he fell to his knees.

"I've already regretted it, I regret marrying my daughter to you, the bereaved dog!" Earl Heller's face turned pale, and he walked away.

"Heller Kakhand! You're a bastard, and your people! You have all betrayed me! Sunset Island won't let each of you go! I swear that each and every one of you will be punished by burning at the stake! Accused of betraying the monarch! Segal II shook his head, his cloak hissing from ear to bottom.

"It's a good idea." Earl Hengerson slowly lifted the curtain and shouted, "Segal Saxon, you won't see it!" Throw him into the filthiest cell in White Town, this tyrant who tried to kill his relatives, this tyrant who betrayed his kingdom deserves to be in that kind of place! ”