The royal capital of the Grey Lion, the Pharmacists Association

As soon as the three of them left the Apothecary Guild walked out of the gate, they heard the loud sound of a horn on the city wall. As the Count of Montenegro, Lothar knew very well what this voice meant. But somehow, when he tried to remind Cheese, he found that the mage's face did not change, as if he had expected all this.

"The sound of the horn doesn't sound very moving. Jack said, holding the Count.

"This is a signal of an enemy attack. And an enemy that is numerically sufficient to pose a threat to the city. It's been a long time since the Greylion Kingdom has provoked such an opponent. Lothar's eyes kept on Cheese's face as he said this, and his instinct told him that the mage must know what made such a sound on the walls. Cheese did live up to his expectations.

"It's a rat man. Plenty of native nezumi. The gray-robed wizard looked up at the tall walls in the distance, "But there shouldn't be enough of them to breach this place, if we can clean up the filth of the city." Even a strong fortress can be breached from within, I remember saying that. ”

The mage's words filled the Count of Montenegro with doubts, as a witness to the gathering of the dark inhabitants of the royal capital, he had the impression that the dark side of the city should have been completely subsumed into his camp. But then he thought about the morning attack, and Lothar realized that the "dirty" in Cheese's mouth probably had something to do with it.

"Hey, guys. I'm not trying to interrupt you. However, someone came, and it sounded like the soldiers had no intention of going up the walls. Wolfwalker's hearing caused Jack to hear the clash of armor from a long distance. It was inferred from this that a heavily armed force was approaching in their direction.

As soon as the werewolf finished speaking, two pairs of four knights came out from the corner of the street in the distance, riding warhorses. Judging by the white lion insignia on their bodies, it seems that these knights are directly subordinate to the royal family of the glazing lion.

"Praetorian Guards, what are they doing here?" Lothar's brow furrowed, he had the impression that this army, which was dedicated to protecting the royal family and important nobles, should never be here.

The leading knights soon spotted the trio, or rather, with Lothar's now embarrassed appearance, and it was difficult not to notice him. They gently kicked their mounts in the crotch with their spur-spurned boots, and more knights surrounded the three of them to the neighing of their horses. Although the armor blocked the faces of the knights, judging by the way they put their hands on their weapons, they certainly didn't just pass by.

The Count of Montenegro naturally wanted to ask about the purpose of these knights, and for Lothar, although the cooperation with these Praetorian Guards was not much, it was not impossible. In particular, Lothar grew up beside the king and was very familiar with some of the veteran generals in the Praetorian Guard. But just as the Count was about to speak, Cheese raised his hand and motioned for Lothar not to speak. The mage's expression changed terrified when he saw the knights, an expression of anger and helplessness.

After the knights surrounded the trio, more infantry began to appear, and the armor of these soldiers was a little brighter than that of their counterparts on the city walls, after all, the position of the janissary was not only to protect the safety of the royal family, but also to show the power of the kingdom. And the helmets in the shape of lion's heads worn by these Praetorian Guards are indeed impressive.

However, among the lion-headed soldiers in this area, there was only a small group of people dressed in black, wearing wide robe-like armor with iron chains. It made them look less like soldiers and more like a cultist who had come out of that sect. The men in black carried a flag different from that of the Praetorian Guard, and it was painted with a black battle axe in the shape of a lion's head. Among the white-worshipping glasions, only one family wields this almost pure black flag.

"Executioner. Lothar subconsciously said it when she saw the flag. He knew this banner, or rather, all the nobles of the blue lion would know it. Because the family represented by this banner is the notorious executioner that exists in every human kingdom or empire.

Aristocrats can only die at the hands of nobles, which is a very strange belief in human society. Those who have a knighthood are convinced that they are different from the commoners who are ruled. Therefore, when these nobles were sentenced to death, the people who killed them could not be commoners. The Executioner Family was born, a deformed presence in aristocratic society, but also full of mystery.

And the combination of the executioner and the Praetorian Guard can only say one thing, the person they are about to judge has a very high title in the kingdom.

A large number of soldiers soon poured in from the gap in the cavalry, forming a more oppressive defensive line. Armed with spears and heavy shields, the soldiers surrounded the three of them, and the lion carvings on their shields glowed chillingly in the sunlight.

"Whew, this formation is big enough. Jack whistled. For this wolfwalker, no matter how sharp the weapons in the hands of these soldiers were, as long as they were not mixed with silver when they were cast, it would be difficult to hurt him in the slightest.

"Hulala!" the soldiers in front of the three parted to the sides, and those holding black flags slowly walked into the encirclement. Cheese noticed that among these people, there was a young man in the apothecary's uniform, but this person seemed to deliberately avoid his gaze, hiding most of his body among the black-robed man.

When all of them were still standing, a black-robed man with a lion's head and axe in his hand like a banner stepped out. Although his face was unrecognizable due to his black hood, Lothar knew that this man was the current patriarch of the Executioner family, the notorious Duke of Bloodaxe of the Greylion Kingdom, Harold III.

The Grand Duke of the Blood Axe walked about thirty paces in front of the three of them, and plunged the big axe in his hand into the ground, and the originally solid stone pavement was as soft as plasticine in front of this axe. He pulled down his black hood, the chains on his body making a metal crash, revealing an old, emaciated face. Many people think that the patriarch of the executioner family should be a guy with a full face, but in fact, Harold's body has never been strong.

The voice of the executioner of "Lothar Montenegro" was as impressive as the howl of a wolf in the night, "You are accused of murdering nobles, witchcraft, and treason. By order of the king, you were sentenced to death. Your head will be hung in the royal capital for three days, and the title of House of Montenegro will be inherited by the heirs of the collateral line. ”