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Outside of Whitetown, the King's coalition forces acted exactly as Earl White's Earl Angjason had predicted. The Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info the mighty army of the King, although it approached the walls of Whitetown, they set up camp only half a mile from Whitetown.

For the defenders of White Town, the close encampment of the King's coalition was a naked provocation. It was like a strong man revealing his thick arm to a thin man, and the bulging muscles of that arm glowed with a menacing light.

"A perfect deterrent strategy that is close enough for those with good eyesight to see their faces." Earl Hengerson stood at the head of the city, his eyes searching the golden tent and the only Rinston stone flower banner outside the tent outside the city.

Segal II was not ambitious, although the bridge of his nose was collapsed, but he was still handsome to match the collapsed bridge of his nose with that unique face, but his completely distorted heart had always thought of special and brutal methods to deter those who stood in his way, and for this 'older nephew' who was not recognized by the royal family of Rinston, he naturally carefully prepared the special gifts he brought. It's not just the armies that crush the realm.

Several of the Rinston Kingdom hoplites rode out of the camp of the Kingdom Alliance, and the leading knight led the horse with a thick rope in his hand, dragging behind him a ragged prisoner with a scarred face, and rode towards the city of White Town.

"Look, Master of the Prairie, that's—Hornlow!" Durant's eyes sharpened, and he pointed at the prisoners dragged by the heavy riders and roared.

"He's already dead." Count Hengerson sighed softly, even though he wanted to rescue the poor loyal nobleman, "This is a warning from Segal II. ”

Hornlow was already being dragged to the ground, his already ragged clothes were worn into rags in the drag, and he kept moaning in pain, and all he could say was "Kill me, you brutes!" ”

The tow finally came to a halt three or four hundred yards outside the city, and Hornlow was almost a bloodied corpse, his chest still rising and falling with his wounds.

"It's finally time to fulfill your wishes." The leading knight dropped the thick rope and dismounted with several heavily armed knights.

"These bastards!" Durant clenched his fists, his teeth were squeaking, he looked at Earl Hengerson, who was still indifferent in front of him, and was so anxious that he smashed his fist on the battlement of the city wall, "My lord! Give the order! Snatch Hornlo back. ”

"These professional knights are out of range of our bows and arrows, and behind them are a large number of archers from the king's coalition army, I'm afraid you haven't gotten close to these guys who are ready to be executed, you have been shot into hedgehogs with bows and arrows!" Earl Henson looked out at the meadow outside the town and drew a large Arcana cross on his chest, like a dying wish to Hornlowe.

The hoplite knights had already wrapped one end of the rope around Hornlow's neck and limbs, and the other end of the rope was tied to the legs of their respective horses, and then nodded to each other, looked at the lookers on the walls of White Town mockingly, proudly climbed onto their horses, raised their hands, and shouted, "This is a gift from Your Majesty to the traitor Angelson Custer." If the people of the city do not surrender, whether they are nobles or commoners, they will be the same as this man! ”

Earl Henjason shuddered. It's not the fear of threats, it's the restraint of inner impulses.

"Execution!" The leading knight pulled out a shattered White heraldic shield from the side of the horse, threw it on the meadow, and then slammed the stirrup with the heavy knights, and the furious horses tried to gallop in different directions with a neighing sound, but the tight thick rope limited their urge to run, and the strong pull pulled Hornlow up to the ground at the same time.

Durant closed his eyes. There was also a sigh on the walls of White Town.

Iron hooves sounded, with a crackling sound of muscles and bones, and Hornlow's torso burst into a mist of blood, and his head and limbs were torn off alive.

Segal II crushed the berry, red berries splattering out of his mouth, and as he chewed, he raised his eyebrows, curled his tongue, and slowly spat out the kernel of the berry.

Outside the tent door was the sound of the tapping of the Iron Boots, and the chief knight carried Hornlow's head into the golden tent of Segal II, the heavy helmet he removed, revealing his serpent-like cunning face. He bowed slightly to Segal II, who was sitting in the big tent, pointed to the miserable white head he was holding in his hand, and said slowly, "Your Majesty, your gift Spiket has been brought to the city of White Town for you. ”

"Good. Spitcot. Segal II pushed away the berry bowl in front of him, revealing the full picture of the town of White, which was a map of the town of White covered with markers, "Come here." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty." Spiket lifted the head in his hand, handed it to the king's guard in the tent, and then walked up to Segal II and sat down on the chair brought by the guard, "This must be the preparation Your Majesty has made for this war in advance." ”

"My dear assistant, this seems a little surprising to you? Remember, the gold in your pocket is my share of you, and your agent is also mine. Segal II sneered.

"Your Majesty, the vast land north and south of the Ella Mountains, the north and south forests of El Helinor, the north of the Knight's Valley, the south of Shanyan Pass, and even the distant Sunset Island are your sacred land." An imperceptible look of surprise crossed Spitcot's face, and he quickly regained his composure as he spoke of the land he wanted for power.

"But now, there are still many people who want to split the kingdom of Rinston with the idea of taking off the crown from my head and putting it on his head." Segal II seemed to have something to say, and his cold and gloomy face seemed to be directed towards the frozen sea of Parma winter.

"I'm afraid so, Your Majesty. Today's rebels include Walker Easthem and his vassals, as well as Trerech Hawking, who has a secret plot of rebellion within your court. Spiket seemed calm, knowing that this was a temptation from Segal II, and shifted the blame to himself.

"What has Trirech done before, haven't you found out, my dear assistant? See you're in a hurry to put the blame on the dead? Segal II just glanced at Spitter with contempt and snorted.

"It is not surprising that Your Majesty thinks that I am a conspirator of Terry Rich. I know some of his deeds, and I have some evidence, but he is of great prestige in His Majesty's army, and I can only get closer to him and find an opportunity to cut him off from His Majesty's side. But the wise Majesty is more direct than me, a courtier, and I have nothing but admiration for you, Your Majesty. Spichot's words were very direct, and he knew that Segal II would let pride creep into his heart before the Sweet Words offensive.

"Good. But I haven't seen you as a conspirator in Terry Rich, for your timely revelation of his usual despicable deeds confirms what my agents have sent back to me. Trerech used to be such a reassuring minister, but his actions completely failed to live up to my cultivation of him. So you know, I don't care about anyone around me, but you're an exception. Segal II then pointed to the sketch of the White Town, pointing to the town of White, which was in the center of the map, and said, "To put Walker Easttim to death, this nail must be conquered." Spitcot, I have called you to me, not to let you listen to me, but to let you use your clever head and let me pull out this troublesome nail that stands in my way! Then, it's yours. ”

Spiket's heart sneered, he didn't want the broken town that Segal II fingered, he wanted the crown that he could see, he pressed the bridge of his nose and lowered his head, "I'm very sorry, Your Majesty." I'm just a spy chief, not a general who leads troops. You have marked the plan of attack on the map, and I am afraid that you have no right to dictate your wise ideas, and even if you can put forward an opinion, it is only a matter of the axe. ”

"You've disappointed me a little, Spitcot. But it's still a good thing to hear. Segal II smiled proudly, "Stand down, I want you to stand by my side on the battlefield, and I want you to see how I let these traitors wail under my horse." ”