The West Francian raised his crossbow and aimed it at the Duke of Burgundy when he was about to shoot, when he suddenly heard a whoosh, and he let out a terrible howl and fell to the ground.

"There are enemies." The West Franks hurriedly searched around, and someone picked up the crossbow in the hands of his dead companion and rushed into the bushes with an arrow.

"Great, Lord Duke, we have been saved." Green hurriedly whispered to the duke, and wanted to leave with them, but was discovered by the West Francians.

"Kill the Duke first." The West Franks walked towards the Duke with their swords in hand, and the others were wary of each other, and Green pounced on them to stop the West Franks.

"Run away, Lord Duke."

"Let's go." The Duke of Burgundy grabbed his daughter and fled desperately in the direction of the castle, which by this time did not know what had happened.

The West Francians were in hot pursuit, and just as they passed a cliff with a small stream flowing, the Princess of Burgundy fell, and the Duke of Burgundy had to stop and grab his daughter, and the two were in disarray.

"Hold on to my hand." The Duke of Burgundy grabbed his daughter's arm, and at the princess's feet was a rushing stream, which would surely be washed away if she fell.

"Rustle." At this moment, the sound of grass was heard from behind them, and it was obvious that the pursuers were approaching.

"Father let me go, you run away." Princess Burgundy raised her head and said to the duke, her strength was too small to climb up on her own, and the Duke of Burgundy could only barely hold on, if she stayed any longer, I was afraid that both of them would be overtaken.

"I, I." The Duke of Burgundy turned his head, he looked at the grass behind him, and as the sound got closer and closer, it seemed that the West Francians who were ready to remove the grass would rush out, and the Duke of Burgundy's eyes appeared in front of the nobles who had been shot. Blood flowed on the ground, and wails swirled in my ears.

"Ah~~." Driven by fear, the Duke of Burgundy suddenly let go of his daughter's grip, and the princess let out a scream and fell into the water.

"My daughter." The Duke of Burgundy was dumbfounded, he didn't understand how he could let go of his hand, he leaned on the edge of the cliff and looked over. The Burgundian princess floated up and fluttered in the water.

"Lord Duke." The grass was parted, and the Duke of Burgundy's eyes widened to see that Arold and Harvey had appeared in front of him.

"Quick, save my daughter." The Duke of Burgundy felt all his strength drained away, and he sat limply on the ground, pointing to the stream below with a trembling finger.

"Damn it." Arold hurriedly stuck his sword in the ground, took off his coat that was in the way, and jumped down with a lunge, plunging into the rushing stream.

At this time. The Burgundian princess was exhausted, and after a few last struggles, the stream poured into her mouth and gradually sank.

"Whoa." Arold found the princess's position in the water, swam hard, and stretched out her strong arms to lift the princess out of the water.

When night fell, the wind blew, but no one in the forest dared to light a bonfire. Pursuers fear being discovered by the castle's soldiers, and escapees fear revealing their location. Like their ancestors, they became one with the darkness, and only the bright moon that appeared in the sky shone its light on the earth.

"It's cold." The Princess of Burgundy was soaking wet and shivering, and she curled up in a hollow formed by the roots of a large tree, the best place Arold could find it.

"Put this on." Harvey untied his coat and draped it over the princess. Arold and the Duke stood by the tree and looked around, nervous at the slightest hint of wind and grass, for the West Franks did not give up the pursuit.

"She's going to hate me." The Duke of Burgundy looked at the hollow of the tree, and he reached out to cover his face, his heart full of remorse.

"It was an emergency. Who knows what's going to happen? Arold had no choice but to comfort the Duke of Burgundy.

"I gave up my daughter." The Duke of Burgundy looked at Arrod, even when the princess was seriously ill, he did not give up, but at the most critical time, the Duke still chose to protect himself, this thought made him feel ashamed.

"If we can escape alive from the West Francians, you have a chance to apologize." Arold set his eyes on the dense bushes and woods, which were really large enough to be covered with lush foliage overhead.

In the camp of the Burgundians, the West Francians had cleared all the Burgundians and piled up their corpses, and in front of them a man held a torch and watched carefully, and from time to time let out sickly laughter.

"Hahaha, these damn bastards, dare you laugh at me." Francis's pale face was flushed, and his eyes widened at the miserable death of the Burgundians, who had secretly laughed at him.

"Lord Francis, let's extinguish the torches, or the Burgundians in the castle will find you." The soldier with the Count of Champagne suggested.

"Don't worry, it's normal to have a bright light in the camp, and it's strange if it's pitch black, so light the campfire." Francis said to the soldiers.

"Yes."

Soon, a bonfire was lit, and Francis was roasting it in his fur, and he was anxious to see his father-in-law's head.

"Lord Francis, we have captured a Burgundian who he says is your friend." At this time, a soldier of the Count of Champagne said to Francis.

"Oh?" Francis stretched out his hand to bake the fire, turned his head to look, and saw two soldiers escorting a Burgundian to him.

"Oh, my dear friend Francis, I have seen you at last, and you know I almost died." The Burgundian had blood on his face, his rich clothes in tatters, and the dirt he looked like a beggar.

"It's you, Miya-sama." Francis sneered, and he looked at the former ally in front of him.

"That's right, it's me, your forever best friend, oh, I know the Duke has made a mistake, and he shouldn't have treated you unfairly like that." Gong Xiang had a flattering smile on his face.

"Tsk, you're really a good friend of mine, so can my good friend do me a favor?" Francis smiled and walked up to the palace minister and said to him.

"Tell me that I will do anything for you, and I swear to God." For the sake of his own life, the palace minister had no idea about it, and Francis stepped forward to put his arm on his shoulder, as if he were a real good friend.

"I want to see more Burgundian blood." Suddenly, Francis smirked and drew his short sword, and quickly slashed at the throat of the palace minister.

"Oh, ahem, you this, this devil." Blood flowed from Gong Xiang's throat, and he clutched his neck as if he wanted to stuff it back, but he only coughed, and red blood spurted out of his mouth and nose.

"A bunch of ****, what are you still doing in a daze? Go to the duke, I'm going to bathe in his blood. Francis wiped his dagger on the palace minister's body, kicked the palace minister's corpse down, and shouted to the champagne soldiers beside him.

(To be continued.) )