The knights, carrying the king's goods and the prisoners who were about to be punished, swaggered out of the Barony of Murred, because the prisoners were on foot and the ox carts that hauled the goods, so that they could not move as fast as they were when they came up, and they were like centipedes crawling on gravel roads, moving slowly, enjoying the scorching sun.

Ace Rogette was a seasoned man, and he had long experience in dealing with the sun, and in order to maintain the speed of his march, he ordered all the knights to take off their helmets, and he found a puddle in the red-crowned woods of El Helino beside the gravel road, like an old horse, and let the young knights with him dip the white strips of cloth they had taken out of their packages in water, and wrap their heads and necks, leaving only two eyes exposed to the sun.

The scorching sun overwhelmed the Knights of the King's Army, whose lips were chapped and their legs were weak, and those who were forced to surrender were clad in double-headed black eagle armor. The Karkhand infantry were even more exhausted, and if the red-haired men among the prisoners were like fat and hungry wild horses, these Karkhand infantry were dying of thirst, and no matter how the knights riding behind them whipped and whipped, their walking speed still plummeted, and they only insulted these hateful knights in their hoarse voices.

It wasn't until the figure and the shadow of the horse were cast to the east, and the shadow of Sharpshire was still behind the knight, that Ace Rogette, the chief of the third unit of the Knights of the King's Army, seemed to become more and more impatient, and a kind of evil thought began to arise in his heart, which was mostly out of his personal anger, but the fear of General Trirech made him try his best to restrain it.

"Knight, it's too slow to hold this group of Kakhandians. It's been almost an afternoon, and we've only been ten miles away, and the distant shadow of Sharp Hill is still standing behind us. The knight who accompanied him couldn't help but start complaining, taking off his thick barrel helmet and wiping the sweat that he couldn't stop sweating, and at the same time the knight's complaint was widely shared by Ace Rogette's knights, "Personally, I think that His Majesty may only be interested in goods." Delve into something and maybe offend Kakhand's hooked nose. ”

"Gentlemen, I listen to your complaints, and understand them, but these guys are of some use to us after all. I know that everyone is outraged that the red-haired monster in that prisoner has killed one of our dear brothers, and that the recklessness of these Kakhandians has offended our dignity. They will be punished as they deserve, but not now. And one thing I can sense is that the Murred territory controlled by the Kakhandians seems to have been mixed with an unknown force against His Majesty, and in order to weaken the threat of these vicious forces to His Majesty's rule, we will take these Kakhandians, who may be familiar with the situation, back to the royal city of Palma to be interrogated by Lord Trirech. I can tell these guys are in the Murred Territory that they have no fear of our search! Ace Rogette still tried to restrain his anger and explained to his knight brothers in a high-sounding manner.

"Chief, why don't you use some special means to get these troublesome fellows to confess, for we have about ninety brothers here who can testify, and the testimony of more than ninety brothers carries more weight than the words of more than ten of their criminals? First, we can get rid of these burdens, and second, we can complete the tasks assigned by His Majesty more quickly. The knight leaned his head closer to Ace Rogett and whispered to their chief knight a 'simple' solution.

"But these guys are soldiers of the king's vassals, after all. Ah, if I'm wrong, they're still the soldiers of Queen Agnes' father-in-law, after all. Although Ace Rogette is not very interested in the people of Kakhand, but at the mention of Queen Agnes, his mind begins to run wildly, and if Ace Rogette has any weakness, his girlish unrequited love is one of his major weaknesses.

"After all, it's just an obscure levy, Your Excellency. We're going to rot this little thing in our stomachs. Besides, who cares if these guys live or die. The knights said lazily.

"In that case. I'm starting to agree with my brothers. I think as long as the goods are delivered for General Trirech, that's it. General Trirech wouldn't care if there were any untouchable conscripts who didn't even have a surname. Yes, that's it! Besides, these guys made a few of our brothers look very unpleasant. Captain Ace Rogette and the knights looked at each other, as if they had already understood their respective plans. After a blink of an eye, Ace Rogette raised his hand, and all the knights stopped advancing, and the prisoners were trapped in the middle of the group of knights like lambs besieged by wolves.

The rest of the knights dismounted and set up makeshift tents, while others galloped to the red-crowned woods of El Helino next to the gravel road, while Ace Rogette commanded a few of his good brothers to surround the dozen or so prisoners with their hands tied behind their backs, and they took off their white cloths and drew their swords, their faces full of monkey-like playfulness.

"What are they doing here?" A 'Karkande' man looked in horror at the knights who surrounded them.

"What else is there to do? They want us to hit the road to Arcana's temple. 'Kakhand' people. The red-haired prisoner snorted.

"No, I'm innocent, I don't want to die like this." The 'Kakhand' man was so frightened that he wanted to scream, but his dry throat made him only make a hoarse sound.

"I suggest you'd better keep your mouth shut. The more you can't control your mouth and talk nonsense, the sooner you die. The red-haired prisoner's tone was full of threat, and before he could react, the back of a long sword slapped him in the face, and he stumbled and fell heavily on the gravel floor, his face covered with blood, but he still did not forget to grab a piece of gravel and hold it tightly in the palm of his hand.

"Yo yo yo red haired monster, do you need us to stitch your mouth up for you? What right do you have to order the people of Karkhand. Oh, I see, it seems my guess was correct. You, go on, why do you claim to be innocent. I've always liked people talking nonsense. Knight Chief Ace Rogette stuck out his tongue and wiped the blood from the back of his sword. His knights, on the other hand, held their swords to the throat of the 'Karkande'.

"I said, but I need you to keep me safe." The 'Karkande' request seemed to make Ace Rogette feel excessive, and he looked at the prisoner in the double-headed black eagle armor with a fake smile, and did not say a word, except made an exaggerated gesture of strangulation. The subordinate knights were ordered to draw their swords and cut their throats.

Deathly silence, except for the sound of blood.

"I tell you that the knights of the King's Holy Seat will not allow a lowly person like you to bargain with us noble!" Ace Roger exclaimed, in his eyes that these prisoners were nothing more than animals to be slaughtered, "Confess everything you know, or else it will all end up like this dead fellow." ”

The Karkhand infantry, who were considered prisoners, were full of discussions, but their faces were full of blood and red hair, and they sneered. Time is like fine sand in an hourglass, slowly passing one grain at a time.

"You seem to be a bit shy and shy, and I hate it when people are talking about me at the base of my ear. Otherwise, I'll just point them out one by one and talk about them individually. Running out of patience, Captain Ace Rogette's patience ran out, and he pointed to the mustachioed Karkhand among the prisoners, "Mustache, you're the first nasty guy to speak out, and it starts with you." Do you have anything to report to me? ”

"Your Excellency the Knight Chief who reports to the feet of the Holy Seat, I really don't know anything." The mustachioed Kakhandians knew they were in danger.

"You even know the legs of the chair, but you don't even know the little things, what's the point of your life?" Ace Rogette blushed, and viciously approached the mustachioed Karkander with his sword.

"I'm here to see what this grandson of yours can do to your grandfather." There was no fear on the bearded Kakhand's face, and he was ready to meet Arcana.

"Obviously, I'm not your grandson, and you won't get a chance to see your grandson. Mustache. Ace Rogette approached the fearless Karkhand infantry, and jerked his sword, the tip of which pierced him in the heart.

In an instant, the mustache's blood splattered on his double-headed Black Eagle armor. The eyes of the other prisoners were wide open.

"Knight, the improvised camp has been set up! Brothers, await your orders! A knight who had set up an improvised camp rode up to the chief knight, took off his helmet, and carefully interrupted Ace Rogette's torture, only now that he noticed that the sun was setting.

"Oh, what about the other team of knights we are collecting firewood? I guess they're supposed to come back, too. Ace Rogette seemed to suddenly understand something, and he eagerly asked the knight who interrupted his torture, and he tried to recover from the pleasure of torturing the prisoner.

"Huh? They haven't returned yet? Didn't His Excellency the Knight Commander have another mission for them? In the midst of his doubts, the knight's face changed dramatically, and he immediately put on the knight's helmet, raised his hand, and pointed it to the woods of El Helinor, "They! ”

"What are they!?" Ace Rogette quickly turned his head and looked at the red-crowned woods of El Helinor, which the knight was referring to, and a sense of foreboding suddenly enveloped his heart - his premonition was indeed correct, a group of light cavalry had already poured out of the forest at some point, and there were countless savage and raunchy warriors around these light cavalry, "Oops! That's the scourge of the Grinster era! Fort Onnister's Chloe Mercenary Regiment! All protect the goods! Get ready for battle! ”

"Knight, what about these prisoners?" The somewhat startled knight pointed to the still living prisoners and raised his sword just to wait for an order.

"I don't have time to take care of these troublesome guys. Execute them all on the spot! The blame is on the Chloe mercenary group! Ace Rogette gave up torture altogether, believing that he had seen the truth himself, that these prisoners were only a threat to his reputation, "I should have known that it was these hateful rebels, it turned out to be these mosquito-like annoying flies who were wreaking havoc on our Murred." ”

Suddenly, the red-haired prisoner broke free from the rope, and at the same time as the knight swung his sword at him, he seized the opportunity to throw a sharp stone chip that cut the rope into the knight's face, and then snatched the long sword with a hand, and the right counter-attack hit caused the knight with a facial injury to be cut off by him instantly, and then he grabbed the reins and took advantage of the situation to turn over and get on his horse, "Ace Rogette, the vicious dog of the Saxon family." Forgot to tell you my name, you must have heard of the famous red-haired oak fist, right? It's not us who have come to the end today, it's you! Try Kolo's date cakes! This is the meal your aunt really has prepared for you. ”