The filthy cell was not only full of mosquitoes and flies, but also filled with the stench of feces.

Segal II was kicked into the dungeons of Whitetown by the soldiers of Whitetown.

There were no other prisoners here, and he was the only one.

It was dark, cold, empty, and there were a few mournful rat cries from time to time.

"I am the rightful monarch of the Kingdom of Rinston! You have done this to me - an insult to the divine kingship of the Kingdom of Rinston! "Segal II was barefoot, shaking the prison door and the iron bar. From time to time, he kicked wildly at the cell door and the bar.

The prison door and the bars did not move.

No one gave him a response, except for his own echo.

"I tell you, Sunset Island will flatten your grasslands, conquer the places of you rebels, and the north and south of the Ella Mountains will be mercilessly punished!" Segal II was already hysterical.

Unexpectedly, a black spider that fell from the top of the prison scared Segal II to spit out his tongue, and he fell on his back in a puddle of stinky water on the prison floor, and the foul smell stains on his hands made Segal II even more bluffed to the sky.

"Guards! Guardsman! Okay, okay! I ask Anderson Custer, no, Lord Earl Anderson, my dear nephew to change me to a cell in better condition! There must have been a misunderstanding between us, we can sit down and talk slowly, and I made a concession! Segal II, who had never experienced this filthy environment, began to fear, "I am your prisoner of war, I am your honorable prisoner of war, worth a lot of money, and I am willing to give it as much as I want." I compensate, I compensate for the losses of this war. I admit it, I admit that you are not rebels! ”

Eventually, he got a response, but it came from the mouth of a mouse walking around the corner, "Squeak." ”

After the war, the town of White was not in the least disturbed by the king screaming in the dungeon. Part of the town of White, where warriors brought in by the King's Army and Duke Walker of Entre repaired the ruined walls of Northtown and the houses in the town; But more people, all in unison, set up wooden tables in the open space outside Shirley's tavern in Whitetown.

Almost all of the King's soldiers had been co-opted by Earl Henjason of Whitetown, and they were also setting up wooden platforms outside Shirley's Tavern, and they were even more enthusiastic than the local soldiers in Whitetown.

Only Count of Karkhand reluctantly left his daughter, Queen Agnes, to take care of the wounded Duke Walker after the battlefield, and led the remnants of Callkander back alone with his head down. In his heart, Duke Walker, although young and promising, brave and intelligent, but

After all, the troubled waters had flowed enough for him. He knew that in the future, Sunset Island would not rest on his laurels, and that he would have to draw a line with the Duke in order to preserve the trade relationship between Fort Carchander and Sunset Island.

Earl Hengerson looked forward to the day when he wanted to see for himself the tragic fate of the shameless man locked deep in the dungeon.

Duke Walker's forehead was no longer hot, and his murmuring in his nightmares was decreasing.

In this quiet environment where no one was disturbed, Walker finally opened his eyes.

He looked around. He lay flat on a neat bed, by the side of the window, the sun shining through the curtains and into the window, the quiet blue curtain gently swaying in the breeze.

He turned his head, and there was a blue background of the three-way mountain heraldic coat of arms hanging on the quaint wooden wall, and a little further away on the silver-edged mahogany curtain wall of the main hall, there was also a lifelike portrait of Count Anderson.

Obviously, this was no longer an ethereal dream, he had returned to reality, and this was undoubtedly a room in the longhouse of Count Hengerson's lord.

He also smelled a familiar scent, and an alluring scent. Then he found Queen Agnes sitting quietly on the chair beside his bed, lying on the table and asleep.

"Ah, it's going to be cold." He tugged at the warm back cover, trying to support his body, but there was a swelling pain in his abdomen, and the sudden pain made Walker snort softly and fell on the soft bed.

Agnes was immediately awakened by the sudden movement on the bed.

As if she had a kind of mental figure, she immediately looked at Walker who was lying on the bed, and then a peach blossom smile appeared on her face, "Praise the goddess Akana, you have finally woken up." ”

"I remember someone who kept whispering in my ear and making me think about happy things." The pale Walker smiled reluctantly as he tried to prop himself up.

"No, you need to lie still. It was the skilled Earl Hengerson who sutured up your wound and saved your life. The slender jade hand lightly pressed Walker's chest, and his words were full of joy, and his face turned slightly red, "Ah, you heard everything..."

"I remember when he pressed his red-hot sword against my flesh and made my flesh open." Walker wanted to laugh out loud, but he could only hold back, "I know that, too!" ”

"If not, I'm afraid the people of Mount Ella will have to mourn you, Your Highness. Perhaps it was precisely because of your bravery that you moved the goddess, and the goddess brought those monsters to heaven to punish. Earl Hengerson pushed the door open, and the chubby old man seemed to be in a good mood, carrying a wooden basket in his hand, and the smell of pungent herbal ointment emanated from it. He walked slowly and steadily to Queen Agnes' side, and bowed to him.

"Then please ask Your Excellency the Earl to treat Your Highness with all your heart." Queen Agnes nodded slightly, then turned her head to Duke Walker and walked out the door with a smile.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness the Duke. disturbed the joy of the reunion of the two highnesses. Earl Anderson raised his eyebrows lightly, then stood in front of the duke's bed and stroked his chest with one hand to make a vassal, and after the salute was finished, he lightly placed the wooden basket on the table next to the bed, carefully uncovered the lid of the basket, and took out a bowl of herbal paste from the wooden basket that was still smoking with white smoke.

For Duke Walker, who was under the careful care of Queen Agnes and Earl Anderson, it was a rare few days of rest and recuperation; But for Segal II in the deep filthy dungeon, it was a painful torture for days, with only the equally hungry mosquitoes and rats keeping him company.

No one was willing to send water and food to the tyrant, even if according to Count Hengerson's orders, the necessary three meals could be sent to Segal II in captivity, but most of the guards agreed on the surface, but the moment they stepped into the cage, they dumped the delivered food in the prison at will, even if they gave it to the rats, they were not willing to give it to the tyrant who was already hungry and red-eyed.

Unable to breathe any longer, Segal II collapsed on his back in the stinking ditch of the cell. The darkness made him helpless, the darkness hallucinated him, and he saw that all around the cage were the ghosts who were asking for his life, "Don't, don't come near me. I am the king. I swear I'll kill you again. Got you covered! Lothart, don't come near me, it's not me who killed you, it's Walker Easttem! That's, the red boar. Ah, Terry Retch. My Spiket, where is Spiket? Drive them away, drive them away! ”

There was the sound of clattering footsteps in the damp corridors of the dungeon, and the illusion in front of Segal II was annihilated at the moment when the footsteps came.

Segal II struggled to get up from the stinking ditch and crawled to the edge of the cage, holding the cage fence with his dirty hands, and the three White Town Custer guards were blindfolded and walking briskly towards his cage.

"It must be Anderson who is going to get me out of here." Segal II thought to himself, he no longer wanted to stay in this filthy cage for a moment, he wanted to change into a good cell, and change into a good clothes. Suddenly, he stretched out his hand to the outside of the cage and waved it excitedly, "I will remember you, the three Castel guards, and once I return to Parma, I will canonize you as a nobleman under my seat." ”

The three Castel guards winked at each other, and the leader handed the torches to his entourage, then took out the keychain from his waist, unlocked the cage, went around the cage, grabbed Segal II's arm, and pulled him out of the cage like a dog.

"You say, did Jason figure it out, and he was going to put me under house arrest in a better room. Right! It's house arrest. Segal II looked at the three masked Karst guards.

"Yes, Your Majesty. It is estimated that not only our grassland lord has figured it out, but all the townspeople of the grassland, the people in the north and south of Ella Mountain, including your soldiers, have already figured it out. "The guards of Castel, who had held up Segal II, mocked the scruffy king.

"What do you say? Are you going to let me go? Before Segal II could finish speaking, his hands were immediately tied behind him by the guards behind him, and he seemed very obedient, as if the three Castel guards were the king, and he was just an obedient courtier.

"Yes, let you go somewhere farther than Parma." The cold words poured like a torrential rain on Segal II's head.

"What the hell are you going to do!" Segal II felt that the beautiful fantasy was hurrying away, and he suddenly did not want to leave the filthy cage. He wanted to struggle, but the guards on the left and right sides of Custer held him up, and he couldn't move at all, "No! What are you going to do! I don't want to go anywhere, I don't want to go anywhere, I just want to stay in the cage, I take back what I just said! ”

A door opened in the dungeon, and a blinding light came from outside, accompanied by the passionate cheers of countless people.

"Kill the tyrant! Kill the tyrant! Kill the infidels! Kill the infidels! Blood debt and blood repayment! Blood debt and blood repayment! The roar of the people made Segal II soften for a moment.

Knowing that his time was running out, Segal II cried and pleaded with the guards of Caster, "I beg you, don't, don't do this. ”

"We don't count what we said, this is the order of His Royal Highness the Duke and our lord of the grassland. All the requirements of the nobles and commoners of the north and south of Mount Ella. The guards of Custer stopped talking, and dragged the weak-footed Segal II out of the dungeon.

Earl Jackson of White Town and Duke Walker, who had just recovered from his wounds, sat on their horses, surrounded by soldiers, and looked at Segal II who was paralyzed like mud and dragged onto the wooden platform by Custer's guards.

"Your Highness, are you going to say something to the people?" Earl Anderson asked softly.

"The evil he has done is known to everyone in the north and south of Mount Ella. Look at the people, they can't wait to swallow this tyrant alive, listen to the shouts of the people, their saliva can directly drown this square. He betrayed his own kingdom, he was in the company of evil armies, he killed innocents indiscriminately, he tried to assassinate his queen, and he will not write enough about the evil he will do! Duke Walker waved his hand slightly. He stared straight at the wooden platform where the execution was being carried out, even though he hated to see it. The footage of the execution of the former Defendal Fortress is still vivid in his mind, and the screams of the innocent chef and the treacherous laughter of the traitor Horton are still fresh in his memory. But this time, he wants to watch, he wants to watch seriously.

"Yes, Your Highness." Earl Henjason nodded, and he raised his hands and shouted to the people, "Betrayal of the Kingdom of Lynston should be punished by law!" ”

"It's too cheap, tyrant!" There were bursts of boos from the crowd.

"Of course it's more than that." Earl Hengerson raised his hand and looked sideways at the high-hat bishop of the diocese of Sibi beside him, "I don't know what the punishment is for religion and forsake faith and defection to evil." ”

"The tyrant of Parma turned his back on the goddess and turned to evil, embraced the devil, and according to religion he should be sentenced to burning with fire! Only fire can purify his soul! The Bishop of the Diocese of Sybeeh raised his cane and loudly announced the decision of the Diocese of Whitegrass Downey.

"Burn him! Burn him! The roar of the townspeople and soldiers had turned into a raging flame.

"Ahh The onlookers under the wooden platform booed again, "Even if you die, you will be beheaded!" ”

The executioner picked up Szald II from the ground and dropped him on the ground, and then hurried down from the wooden platform, and whispered to Count Henson, who shrugged his shoulders as he listened to the whisper.

"His Royal Highness the Duke. Segal Saxon was so frightened that he killed himself by biting his tongue. Earl Anderson waved his hand at the executioner and whispered sideways to Duke Walker.

"Everything was done by the tyrant, he left him, the vassal left him, the kingdom was defeated by him, the kingdom was almost destroyed by him, even his life was cut off by itself, he punished himself. But his sins have not yet been cleansed. Beheading is no longer necessary, burning at the stake must continue! Burn the remains of this tyrant at the stake! Duke Walker's face was gloomy, and he just looked coldly at the remains of the tyrant who was tied to the stake.

"Burn at the stake!" The executioner tied the remains and walked out of the pyre, he took the torch from the soldier's hand and threw it at the foot of the remains, and the raging flames that rose made the people under the execution table cheer for a while, and even the bards who came out of Shirley's tavern improvised beautiful poetry, and their plucked strings seemed to leap out of the beating notes of magic:

If you ask me why the meadows outside the town are so red,

Then I know that you are from a foreign land,

But I'll still be happy to answer your questions,

Because that's our pride,

Let me tell you,

The red is the blood of the warriors.

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If you ask me which warriors shed their blood for the town of White,

I can only laugh at you for being unheard,

But I'll still answer your questions carefully,

for that is our glory,

Let me tell you,

Those warriors may be your relatives and mine.

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If you ask me who started this bloody and cruel war,

I will tell you at once who the culprit of this evil is.

The evil spirits that dwell in the shadows,

and the King of the Dead that we are scorching,

The cowardly Segal was scared to death in the execution ground of the people,

This is the end of the betrayer,

Even corpses must be tormented in the flames.

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The flames purify the filthy body of Segal II,

Shadows and sins dissipate with smoke and dust,

The holy Arcana crowned Easttem,

The shining sun lights the torch of holiness,

The decaying Rinston stone flowers withered with the flames,

The north and south of the Ella Mountains resounded with the trumpets of victory,

The people of Arcana have become independent,

Today is the anniversary of the Principality,

Symbolizing the hasty end of the short-lived kingdom,

Watch the rise of a new principality.