Yikes!

The blade of light shot out with the movement of Carolus's greatsword, leaving a long nick on the ground without harming a single soldier, and then disappeared into the dense forest in the distance, causing only a few ancient trees to fall down with a loud bang.

"Bang !!"

Everyone was stunned by this scene.

"So this is the power of magic..."Carolus heard Barak beside him muttering unconsciously, and the expression on his face became extremely fanatical in the next moment, "Lord Count!"

He fell to his knees.

Even the highlander soldiers on the opposite side, as if they were all drawn by Barak's movements, withdrew their weapons in silence, and fell to their knees for fear of offending the majesty of the counts of the kingdom.

As for General William?

Even if they belonged to the highlanders, the ordinary soldiers did not know what was happening in the camp, and they could not afford to pay a price far higher than they could bear for him.

After all, in the eyes of the people of the North, the victory of arguments and arguments has always been subject only to the strength of the strong, and as for who is right and who is wrong, it is natural that the king should be judged, and no one will blame these soldiers for this, just as after defeat, it is usually the commander who gives the order to be beheaded.

In addition to being completely against the orders of the Kingdom of Livingston, these soldiers generally chose to obey rather than oppose, not to mention that Carolus's title was much higher than that of General William, who was himself qualified to command this army.

"I lost..."

General William looked at Carolus with a lonely expression, "You are too greedy, Lord Earl, don't forget that this is a Game of Thrones! Put away your hypocritical gestures, and want to bet on both sides? Sooner or later reality will tell you the answer, and you will get nothing!"

"But all I want is to win, is that wrong?" Carolus wondered, "Why would the king want to kill me? The Mormont family has never betrayed the kingdom of Livingston in generations!"

He suddenly felt that all this was a little boring, unlike those pure strategy games on Earth, after involving the confrontation of conspiracy and power, the passion that had made the blood boil was gone.

"If it weren't for the promise I had made before, at least I would have to settle the Count's wife and children before I was going to leave," Carolus thought to himself, "who cares about all this nonsense!"

"Why?"

Anyway, he has become a prisoner of the stairs, and the right to live is completely in the hands of the man in front of him, General William simply let it go and said: "Do you know what the kingdom is?" He sarcastically said in a contemptuous tone: "This kingdom that your Mormont family has sworn to protect for generations?"

"What do you want to say?"

Carolus was a little unaccustomed to the world, the obscure way of dialogue between these nobles, but the thirst for the truth in his heart made him decide to give General William a chance to continue.

"It is a collection of the heads of the Misty Mountain people, a story that we agreed to tell each other, over and over again, until we forget the true nature of its lies, just like you..."General William sneered, "Lord Earl, chaos is not an abyss, chaos is a ladder, many people try to climb it, and in the end they fail, never get up again, and the fall destroys them. Some people have the opportunity to climb up, but they refuse, they live in their own world, holding on to their faith and love. These are just illusions, only the ladder is real, and climbing up is the whole of life!"

"What do you mean—" Carolus felt his head grow twice after a paragraph, "Was Ravingston's founding in the First Siege of Ryan a self-directed lie?, or did the king get rid of me because I refused...?" he grumbled dissatisfiedly, "What is the connection between the two?

"I mean," General William now understood that the count's political rumors were not unfounded, "Mormont has chosen the Roaring Bear as the family coat of arms, and it is indeed a real thing. ”

"Hey!"

It was not pleasant to be taunted by a native, Carolus knew from Lance's memories.

While this creature can be called the overlord of nature, and its astonishing destructive power is almost as good as that of a well-armed cavalry squad when provoked, the corresponding low intelligence is also known in the records of scholars, who write down in detail how to fool and hunt it.

"You'd better explain!"

He threatened angrily, and the greatsword once again landed on General William's shoulder.

However, it turns out that when a person can no longer fear death, this method is not an effective way to reverse the will of the abuser, except for venting his emotions.

"Kill me, as you slaughtered my countrymen!" General William's eyes widened, and he craned his neck and even scolded no longer tactfully, "You pathetic and pathetic, you whirlpool of fools who are not aware of it, and are hopeless!"

"You !!"

Carolus was able to hold back his anger, "Lock him up for me, and leave it to the king to decide!" he ordered through gritted teeth, and after all, the pity in his heart prevailed over the bloodthirsty desire that surged up in that moment.

Or is there a curiosity about the truth at work?

Carolus didn't know, his deepest feeling at this moment was only boredom, "Conspiracy?" For General William's words of 'caught in the whirlpool but not yet aware of it', he couldn't help but recall the series of misfortunes that befell Lance, "Could it be that I have neglected something crucial?"

After several highlander soldiers had mixed feelings about taking their leader away.

Barak dared to interrupt in a timid voice, "Lord Earl?" he remained in a kneeling position, "what are you going to do next... Do you want to continue to Ryan City to the rescue?"

"What?" Carolus glanced at him indifferently and detachedly, a little disdainful of his performance in the tent, "It seems that I have looked away before, and I thought this is a respectable fellow..."

"No, no, no!!"

As if he had been targeted by an enraged beast, Barak felt like a cold sweat was about to run down the bridge of his nose.

"I just wanted to remind you...", out of a strong desire for that mysterious power, and the intention of gaining the Count's friendship, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva born from nervousness, and then said with some vagueness: "The answer you want, maybe there..."