In the dimly lit dungeon, there were occasional miserable wails, and the tortured prisoner lay on the cold, damp floor tiles like a dead dog, cursing in a low voice for the injustice of fate.

Even human beings, who claim to be just and benevolent, have such dark corners in almost every city. The gift of the god of light does not shine here, and the eyes of the god of justice will not be here, and no one cares about the life or death of these prisoners, because those who can be thrown here are all deserving of it.

Some of them are followers of demons, some are scholars who delve into necromancy, and some are trying to subvert. The conspirators of the state, in short, none of them were wronged, and not even the most merciful priests of light would intercede for them.

Locked up here by Duke Missaida Rema, Windsol sat quietly cross-legged on the ground, his reserve and self-esteem as a nobleman made him disdain to beg for mercy in a low voice like those prisoners, not to mention that he had never admitted any crime. As for Silbe, who was captured with him, they were imprisoned in the barracks of the Dreadnought Wall, and in Missida's opinion, the little ones who had not even shed their hair were not eligible for such "treatment".

"Da-da."

The sound of the iron soles hitting the stone bricks came from a distance, and finally stopped at the door of Wendsol's cell, and the dim oil lamp projected a burly figure in front of the imprisoned marshal, making Wendsol, who had been resting with his eyes closed, raise his head slightly.

"Reginald Windsor, in the name of the Empire, you are sentenced to death!" The burly figure spoke in a deep voice and in a slurred tone.

"The death penalty? Is this what His Majesty Erinas meant? Or does Duke Miseta Rema mean? Or rather, is that damn black dragon princess behind you? Wendthor asked coldly, his hands clenched into fists.

The burly man let out a low laugh: "Your Excellency, is this important?" ”

"You vile and shameless bastards! Let Miseta come to me! ”

"I'm sorry, but His Excellency the Duke left for the capital last night to intercede with His Majesty Irenas for you, and is not in Adore City right now!"

Wendthor looked up suddenly: "You really took refuge in the Black Dragon Legion?" ”

The burly man took a step forward, and under the light of the oil lamp, a hideous face appeared in front of Wendsol's eyes, his face was only his left eye, and his right eye became a black hole, and a scar ran from his forehead to the corner of his mouth.

The man grabbed the wooden bar of the cell with the thickness of his arm, and with a click, the wooden bar made of hard ironwood was broken by the man: "I will bring your head to Her Royal Highness, Wendsol!" ”

Wendthor slammed his hands on the ground, dodging the military in the man's hands. The bolts fired from the crossbow reached out and pulled through the rotten straw used as a bed in the cell and threw it at the man.

"Boring struggle!" The burly man said contemptuously and threw away the military in his hand. Crossbow, drew the sword at his waist, smashed through the railings in front of him, and strode into the cell, he had seen with his own eyes the Duke of Misseda had imprisoned the power of Windsol yesterday afternoon, and the marshal was not much stronger than a farmer now.

As if trying to make a final struggle, Marshal Windsor retreated to the corner of his cell, his back against the hard stone wall, his hands clenched into fists.

"Die!" The burly man slashed the sword in his hand at Marshal Windsor, who seemed to him to have no way out of his mind and would become a corpse.

However, the sharp longsword was blocked by Windsol's hands, and the power coming from the longsword made the burly man think that he was slashing at a mountain made of granite.

"How is that possible? You should ......"

"I should have been imprisoned with all my power by Miseta, should I?" Wendsol said in a moment's time.

Before the burly man could react, a sharp pain came from his chest, and he looked down to see a sharp blade piercing his chest, glinting coldly under the oil lamp.

"Die, betrayer!" Miseta Rema's voice came from behind him, and his seemingly calm tone contained boundless anger and disappointment.

The burly man died, by the sword of Miseta Rema, but the two men in the cell did not feel the slightest joy.

"I didn't expect that even he would become a puppet of the black dragon!" Wearing a magician's robe, Missaida said lonely, in fact, from the time Wendsol was imprisoned in the cell, she relied on the invisibility attached to the robe to guard the side, as a duke, especially a powerful duke who is in charge of the Dreadnought Wall Legion, Miseta did not believe that Wendsol would subvert the empire from the beginning, and the reason why Wendsol was put into the cell was to lure out the real murderer.

However, when the burly man appeared, this fact still gave Misaida a great blow.

"Who is he?"

"My most trusted subordinate!" Miseta crouched down and closed the burly man's angry one-eyed with his own hands, "Abst, a civilian, has been fighting with me for nearly thirty years, and his right eye was lost in the Battle of the Plains of Romon to protect me, and I owe him my life!" ”

"Miseta, I'm sorry, but ......"

Missaida Rema raised her hand to stop Windsor: "Don't worry, this is a debt between me and him, although I owe him a lot, it doesn't mean that I will let him betray!" Reginald, you're right, those evil black dragons want to overthrow the Empire! I'm sorry, I was still suspicious of you. ”

"We don't have time to talk about that, Miseta! We've wasted two days since yesterday, and I must rush to Avia as soon as possible to stop the Black Dragon Princess's plot! ”

"It's too late!" Miseta shook her head.

"What's going on? Don't? Windsor was shocked, thinking that in the two short days he had been locked up, the Black Dragon's evil plot had succeeded.

Missaida walked towards the outside of the cell and said: "Don't worry, Your Majesty Irenas is safe, but it may be impossible for you to reach Avia within a few days, the teleportation channel from Rema Province to the outside world has been cut off, not only Aston Province, but also Rodente Province, Gizas Province and Maroon Province have rebelled, and some of the local garrisons have also been involved." ”

Windsor took a deep breath, he didn't expect things to get so bad.

On the contrary, it was Miseta who comforted him: "Don't worry, Reginade, although the rebellion happened very suddenly, it was all because of Count Presto, you know, that woman has been lurking in the empire for nearly twenty years, and I don't know how many lords have been corrupted by her!" Fortunately, the situation of several major armies of the empire is not bad. ”

Wendsol heard the meaning of Missida's words, which was not bad, which meant that there were still some problems.

When he followed Miseta into the Dreadnought Wall Legion barracks, he knew what Miseta meant by "not bad".

Soldiers in heavy armor dragged corpses out of the camp and threw them into the clearing, and Wendthor roughly counted at least a thousand corpses piled up here.

"As you can see, the Wall of Dreadnought, though it can withstand the damned demons and the undead, can't stop the sweet words, these elite soldiers should not have died at the hands of their compatriots, but I have to use their corpses to warn those rebels!" Miseta was in a low mood, the Dreadnought Wall Legion could be said to be an elite legion that she had cultivated with her own hands, but she didn't expect so many people to participate in the rebellion, "Speaking of which, thanks to those little guys who came with you!" Without their warnings, my soldiers would not have been able to put out the rebellion of these fellows so easily. ”

Lifting the tent, Sylbe was already waiting in his armor on the rice noodles, and saw the Duke of Miseta and Marshal Wendsol walking in, the knight of the Angel's Covenant smiled and gave a chest salute to the two of them, and handed a set of armor beside him to Wendsol.

"Young man, you are very good, how are you, would you like to join the Wall of Dreadnought?" Miseta smiled rarely, patted Silbert on the shoulder and said.

While helping Marshal Windesor put on his armor, Sylbe replied: "It is my honor, Lord Duke, but it is a pity that I must obey the orders of His Highness Raphael, and His Highness has entrusted me with the mission of escorting Marshal Windesor to Avias!" ”

"I've seen that little girl, she's a nice kid!" Miseta was not angry, and found a chair to sit down and said, "In that case, after this rebellion is over, I will ask that little guy for someone, it's a pity that a guy like you is in the hands of the Holy See of Light!" ”

"Thank you for your help, Silbe!" "But the next thing is not something you can afford to face, and the road to Avia has been completely cut off. ”

Miseta nodded: "That's right, I have already started to gather the garrison of Rema Province to prepare to destroy those rebels, and as for Marshal Wendesor, I will be personally escorted to Avia City by the Dreadnought Wall Legion." ”

"I see." Sylbe nodded and walked out.

Outside the tent, several players immediately surrounded Sylbe when they saw him come out: "Captain, how's it going?" ”

"Marshal Wendthor will be escorted by the Wall of Dreadnought!"

"Huh? Isn't this a peach picking halfway? Too much, right? ”

"That's it, captain, we worked hard to escort all the way, I don't know how many brothers died on the road, and just a few words snatched away our credit?"

"Captain, is that duchess looking down on us?"

"Alright, stop arguing!" "This is the decision of the Duke of Missada, and Marshal Windsol has no opinion!" Instead of arguing here, you should think about how to report the situation here to the presidents! ”

More than an hour later, Raphael and the others, who were in the city of Venarrion, learned about what had happened in the city of Andore.

In the conference hall, a group of angels looked at each other from above, and their faces were full of expressions of eating flies.

"Smack!"

Bell put down the information in his hand: "It can be understood that judging from the decision of Duke Missada, the Arnas Empire still wants to characterize this matter as an internal incident, and does not want any external forces to intervene." In this way, the face of the empire was preserved, and the situation was avoided from further expansion. ”

"The question is, do other people agree with the outcome of this treatment?" Tiramisu said, "Duke Miseta is obviously behind His Majesty Irenas supporting, in order to ensure the stability of the empire, it is indeed a good way to let Marshal Windsol enter Avia City after the rebellion has been suppressed, when the time comes, whether Count Presto is the Black Dragon Princess or not, other countries are not qualified to make irresponsible remarks, after all, the rebellion has been suppressed by the empire itself, and the so-called subversive conspiracy of the Black Dragon Legion will naturally disappear." ”

"It depends on what the Holy See and Dalaran mean, President, have you heard anything from the Holy See?" Bell asked.

Raphael shook his head: "The Holy See and Dalaran will not intervene for the time being. ”

"So, we have to watch the show on the sidelines, right?"

The Angelic Covenant has been under the jurisdiction of the Holy City since its establishment, so it does not belong to the Arnas Empire, and is naturally rejected by His Majesty Irenus.

"That's not all!" Raphael shook the parchment in his hand and said, "I just received the information that the demon clan's Jialan City was captured by the undead army, and the demon clan that was migrating suffered heavy losses, and the Almerian Empire had to send additional troops to protect those little men, and two of the three legions that were originally placed on the western border had already turned south, and they were no longer able to interfere with the rebellion of the Arnas Empire." ”

Bell immediately realized the result of this information: "In other words, in this matter, the Almerian Empire is no longer willing to support the Oberline Kingdom?" ”

"I'm afraid so."

Hearing Raphael say this, everyone in the conference hall immediately turned their heads and talked about it.

"That is, the civil war in the Armnas Empire has begun?" Solian isn't politically sensitive, but he's not stupid.

As one of the only two remaining empires in the Terrans, the impact of the civil war in the Arnas Empire on the entire Terrans can almost be imagined by those present, which not only means that a large number of players living in the Arnas Empire will be conscripted into the army and become a member of the civil war, but also means the loss of a large number of shops and funds invested by players in the Arnas Empire.

In addition, the civil war of the Arnas Empire means that a large number of troops are occupied, and this time is the time when the entire Terran is expanding everywhere, the defense line of Nanhai Town needs soldiers, and soldiers are needed to support the Jeremanca Desert, not to mention that the entire Minotaur wants to join the order camp, which also needs the support of the Terrans to provide manpower and material resources, and these are not enough to rely on a few kingdoms, and the two empires have always been important support forces in these aspects.

While everyone was talking, the door to the chamber was pushed open, and a piece of information was delivered to Raphael.

After taking a closer look, Raphael sighed: "There is bad news, Prince Rasfil has returned to Avia City, and personally guarantees that Count Presto is not the Black Dragon Princess!" ”

Airplanes!

The entire conference hall was instantly blown up by this news.