The people in the cave jumped up at once, and some of them directly drew their weapons. But Lieutenant Valokar heard who the owner of the voice was, and hurriedly shouted loudly.

"Lay down your weapons, all down!"

Although there were some doubts, the people in the cave lowered their weapons and stopped aiming them at the outside of the cave, but they remained vigilant.

"A smart choice!" A figure emerged from the gloomy place outside the cave. He took a few steps forward so that his face could be revealed in the light of the cave, and it was Count Taggot Gibock, the governor of the royal court, whose annoying face was now crowded with triumphant smiles.

Captain Nièss made no secret of his disdain, and spat at him with a "phew".

"That's all you can do!" Taggot didn't care about her offense, and in his opinion, now was the time to show the demeanor of a victor. He waved behind him, and a group of royal court guards walked in from the outside, aiming their weapons at the conspirators.

"Arrest you, traitors!"

Outnumbered, Lieutenant Valocar drew his sword from his waist and threw it on the ground. He didn't know what the situation of the squad he had arranged to guard outside was, but it seemed that there was a lot of bad luck.

"I ask to meet His Royal Highness the Prince!" He whispered, his mind racing about what to do next.

"You're going to have this chance!" Taggot said mockingly, moving his gaze to the others.

Slowly, one by one, the others dropped their weapons, and Captain Nièss was the last to do so, her heavy sword landing on top of the weapons with a loud thud.

It seems that everything is irretrievable. Varrocar thought sadly, and beside him, the tansmith Andod Fadran was clutching his arm so tightly that he hung almost all his weight on it.

At this moment, an angry voice rang out, full of anger and anger.

"I can't believe that my most loyal officers and people are plotting to betray me here!" Garin Tolbain walked in from outside the cave and looked at the attendees with disgust.

"You dare to stand up at this time, after we drop our weapons!" Captain Nièss cursed in disgust, and she lowered her head, judging if she could pick up the heavy sword on the ground again before the guards pierced her.

"I've heard about your sordid schemes." The prince beckoned behind him, and a man dressed as a lewd civilian ran up from behind the guards and stood behind Garin.

Varocal noticed that it was a thief whom he had once chastened, and that he had mercifully not chopped off the thumb of his right hand—a punishment handed down by the Arashi from ancient times—but had only been sentenced to flogging, and was now shamelessly retaliated upon by the vengeful man.

"I am glad that there are still loyalties in this era of intrigue and betrayal." The prince said proudly, he didn't care who was loyal to him, he walked up to the lieutenant and looked at him proudly, "As you wish, I have come to you, what do you have to say to me?" ”

Varocal opened his mouth, but found that he had nothing to say, they had been caught, the facts were in front of him, irrefutable, what else could he say?

"Your Royal Highness, we don't want to overthrow you, we just want you to listen to the demands of the soldiers and lead us to take back ......Fort Riptide," Commander Amaron reluctantly explained, in fact, that's what she thought, and she thought more gently than anyone in the room today, and didn't even think of limiting the Prince's power. But her words were interrupted by a rough slap in the face.

"Commander Amaron! You have betrayed my trust, I have put your army under your command, and you have repaid me by mixing with these traitors! What about the honor of your nobility? The prince humiliated him mercilessly, saying that he had thought that the nobles would be on his side, but that Amaron's betrayal had stabbed him deeply. Perhaps a purge is needed to make these nobles understand who is their master, who has given them noble status and power! He thought to himself.

Amaron fell into deep despair, and the prince dispelled the last of her illusions about him, and she began to realize that Lieutenant Valokar was right.

Looking at the speechless crowd, the prince smiled with satisfaction.

"Tomorrow at noon, in the middle of the valley, all hanged!" He turned his head to look at Count Gippok and commanded coldly.

With a thud, Andod Fadland, the tanner, fell headlong to the ground, rolled his eyes, and fainted.

Dejected, the betrayers were escorted by the soldiers and walked out of the mine. The prince and his chief of court walked proudly at the front of the procession, like generals who had won a great victory.

It was a double moon, and the blue child and the white lady hung high in the night sky at the same time, and the bright moonlight shone in the valley, illuminating the grass and trees here clearly.

At the moment when the escort team all walked out of the mine, a huge roar shook through the valley. Everyone was stunned.

With that deafening loud sound, a bullet came from afar and struck Count Gippok in the head.

There was no Holy Light infused at all, and the bullet's kinetic energy alone was enough to inflict fatal damage. Like a watermelon that had been hit, Gibock's entire skull was blown off at once, and red blood and white brains were thrown in all directions, and Prince Garin, who was walking a little further forward at his side, was sprayed all over his face.

The prince, who had not yet figured out what was happening, subconsciously wiped a handful of the warm, viscous liquid on his face, leaned in front of him to examine it carefully, and the next moment, like a mad woman, a terrible scream burst out of his throat and spread far and wide in the night.

Even a lieutenant rushed to his side and shouted for instructions on what to do, but his screaming was not interrupted.

"What the hell!" The lieutenant cursed in his heart, and then dragged the prince, who was standing as stupid as a goose, back to the rubble, and shouted at the soldiers who were escorting the traitors, "All of them will be executed, at once!" ”

His order came too late, and as early as the moment the shots rang out, Valocar burst out like a cheetah and crashed into the nearest soldier. Before the soldier could figure out what was happening, he knocked him to the ground and knocked him unconscious with a punch.

He quickly picked up the sword, shield and shield dropped by the soldier, and charged towards the other guards. Only a little slower than him was Captain Niès, then Commander Amaren, who were equally quick to get rid of the guards beside him, and then the others. Almost in the blink of an eye, the situation has been turned upside down. The desperate conspirators quickly retreated, retreating into the mine.

But by this time, no one could take care of them anymore. Because everyone is panicking to save their lives.

In the open space outside the mine, the gunfire has not stopped since it rang out, and the royal court guards looked around nervously, looking for the enemy hiding in the darkness, but for the naked eye, the enemy hundreds of meters away was too difficult to detect, especially in the cover of the night, the muzzle flame in the distance was dimmer than the light emitted by the fireflies. What's more, they never imagined that the dwarven musket could shoot as far as Death Gaze.

The soldiers of the royal court guard fell to the ground one after another inexplicably, and it was not until they lost more than two dozen teammates that they roughly judged the direction of the attacker, and then saw the inconspicuous point of light that lit up from time to time on the cliff a few hundred meters away. But looking at the long distance between the two sides and the steep hillside, everyone was desperate - even if they charged at the fastest speed, they could not guarantee that the whole company would survive even one person when they reached the other side.

"Retreat, retreat to camp!" The lieutenant shouted helplessly as he hid behind a pile of rubble. They couldn't do anything now but retreat, and the condescending attacker had an astonishing range, covering almost the entire battlefield.

Looking at the dejected prince, he knew that the operation had been a complete failure.

Under the cover of the royal guards, the lieutenant dragged the muddy prince to the king's tent, and to his surprise, the covert attacker did not snipe them again, although judging by his previous superb marksmanship, it was not difficult for him to do so.

The royal court guards who patronized the escape had already forgotten about the captives, but for the conspirators who escaped, it was already their last chance, and if the royal court guards began to openly search for them at dawn, it would be too late!

"Alright, guys! It's time to take action! Varocal clapped his hands, attracting the people who were still in a trance, "Obviously, the attacker is His Excellency Saint's man, and there is no such powerful archer in the Valley of Refuge, which means that His Excellency Saint is on our side!" ”

Everyone subconsciously nodded in agreement, and the discovery cheered everyone up.

"We're running out of time, I'll tell you what to do next!" When everyone is at a loss, the first person to stand up can always take the initiative and lead others to their own pace.

"I'll go to the barracks and mobilize the soldiers, Captain Nièss to find your men—don't say you didn't bring your men back. Amaron and your staff members come up with a plan to attack the royal court as soon as possible, and we will use it in a moment. Samuel Hawke, I need you to open the armory and prepare to hand out weapons to the soldiers, and you three ......" he pointed to the three refugee representatives, the tanner Andod Fadran had just woken up, and was glad that he hadn't been hanged, "you go and reassure the refugees and tell them not to go out tonight, no matter what happens outside!" ”

He finally looked at the old priest Landulf: "From now on, pray for us!" May the Light be with us! ”