In a large open space of the Iron Hoof Legion, ten wooden stakes were erected side by side with a height of fifteen feet thick for one person, and the three 'traitors' were slowly pulled up to the top of the pole like living flags, and the entire clearing was surrounded by cries as the three people continued to rise. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Kenny was hanging from one of the stakes, his arm aching from the thick linen rope, and he watched the thousands of soldiers below raise their arms and shouted, if they weren't jubilating the execution of the 'traitor', the morale would really look like an army.

"Be quiet, be quiet!"

A soldier with a broad-bladed sword on his back stood in front of him and pressed his hand, and it looked like this guy was Sam's halberd squire.

As the enthusiastic soldiers calmed down, Sam walked over to the front of the men, turned his back to Kenny, and yelled at the soldiers.

"Ironhoof soldiers!" Sam paused, "You're here today because of three fucking things hanging from the torture rack!, one of them, I think most of you should know, this damn creature is our famous alchemist of the Ironhoof Legion!" Sam said, pointing to Gard hanging high on a stake.

"This scheming brute, who has attracted two of Patton's spies, and made me take them in! It's stupid! Now, let's use the laws of the Iron Hoof Legion to execute this traitor and the two damned spies!" Sam said, turning to look up at the three men on the stake.

As Sam's words stirred up the anger of the soldiers, several of the men on the stake were whispering.....

"I'm sorry, two knights, I really didn't expect things to turn out like this!" Guardian tilted his head and looked at the two of them apologetically.

"Enough, you guy, shut your mouth! I don't want to hear anything coming out of your mouth right now!" said Allen, on the far left of the rack, angrily.

"You're the one to shut up, how long will it take?" Kenny tilted his head to look at Allen's bound hands.

"I've tried hard, damn it, these brutes are tied up too tightly!"

Alan was holding a sharp stone in his hand, and he was trying to cut the rope that trapped his hands.

"Oh my God, what are you going to do?" said Gard.

"I don't have time to answer your questions right now, tell us what these crazy people are going to do next!" Alan asked, looking pained.

"If we're guessing correctly, we're supposed to be shot into a sieve. There was a hint of timidity in Guardian's words.

"It sounds the same as the punishment for traitors in the Southern Continent. Alan turned to look at Kenny.

"You even know this? It seems that the group of fellows below are all descendants of King Marshall's army, and they are too lazy to even copy the punishment. Kenny looked at the angry soldiers in the clearing.

"I'm pretty much there on my side, then. Alan threw the stone in his hand to Kenny, and the two of them skillfully passed a life-saving stone under the gaze of thousands of people.

"You idiot, why don't you throw it at my right hand, I'm not left-handed. Kenny took the stone and grumbled quietly.

"That's a lot to ask for, Kenny. Alan gripped the stake behind his back with both hands, trying to look like he was being hung in the air.

"Sam's position is closest to me, and he'll hand it over to me in a moment, and you can quickly dispose of the halberd squire on the left. The pained expression on Alan's face was now transmitted to Kenny's face.

"I heard your arguments, do you want to beg me for mercy?!There is no way, you outcasts of the Namu gods!" Sam looked up and yelled at the three men on the torture stake, "The Namu gods are kind, now I will give you one last chance to say your last words!"

"My lord, I saved you, do you remember, you were ..... on the day we were kicked out of the city of Nippur."

"Shut up! If I could go back to that day, I would kill you traitor with my own hands!" Sam interrupted Gard in a heated tone.

"Guardian, you are really good at talking, what is not good to mention that you are defeated, haha....." Alan hung on the torture stake, trying not to let himself laugh too loudly.

"You don't have a chance, Guardian, now it's your two goddamn spies, maybe I shouldn't even give you a chance to say my last word!" Sam looked at the two playfully.

"No, no, honorable Lord Sam, I have a last word, I want to ask you, where did you see that we are spies?"

"You idiot!Why don't you just shout at the gate of the garrison that I'm a lackey sent by Patton?!!!

Kenny turned to look at Allen and sneered twice at the idiot next to him with disdain.

"Don't do that, I didn't see Patton's coat of arms on those gold coins, maybe I just took out one with a coat of arms, but it doesn't mean that those gold coins have all of them, so..... Well, it's my fault. Alan, who couldn't justify himself, lowered his head in embarrassment.

"So you're really Barton's lackeys?" said Garder, looking at the two in horror.

"The story is a bit long, and all I can tell you is that we are not. Kenny turned to Guardian.

"Really?" said Guardian looked at Kenny with a look of concern.

"Soldiers, according to the old rules of the Iron Hoof Legion, all betrayers will be executed, archers, prepare your arrows and enjoy these live targets from the Namu gods!"

As soon as Sam finished speaking, ten soldiers with longbows and quivers on their backs walked from one side to the side to the front of the torture pile, their eyes cold and their arms thick, and it was clear that this group should be the best of these rabble.

Ten archers stood still in front of the stake, turned to look up at the three people hanging in the air, they took out their longbows with their left hands, and drew a cold arrow from the quiver with their right hand and put it on the string, the arrow was already aimed at the three people with different expressions.

Sam walked to the head of the archers, turned to look at the three, and slowly raised his right hand.

"Lord be careful!!"

There was a sudden roar from the stake, and the hoarseness instantly disrupted Kenny and Allen's plans.

Seeing the situation, the two had to immediately fly to the ground. Alan frantically rushed to the halberd attendant on the left, and when he was about to approach the soldier, he suddenly fell to the ground and slid sideways, holding the soldier's ankle with both hands and dragging him to it using the inertia of the sprint, after the soldier fell to the ground, Alan immediately got up and pulled out the broad-bladed sword behind the soldier's back, and stabbed the soldier's heart from behind.

Sam on the other side heard the roar and ran wildly to the right, and the ten archers immediately aimed their arrows at Kenny, and their thick arms pulled the bowstring, and the ten longbows instantly bent into a half-moon, and the cold arrows pierced the air and shot at Kenny one after another.

The rubbing sound of the bowstring bending the longbow reached Kenny's eardrums, and he was able to move his body to the side sensitively, and there were two 'whoosh' sounds in his ears, and as soon as he raised his head, it suddenly went dark in front of him, and an arrow almost grazed his eyelashes, and plunged headlong into the right torture pile.

Seeing Sam running away, Kenny reluctantly turned around and ran towards the torture pile, trying to find a dodge to dodge the arrows, but as soon as he turned around, two or three arrows forced him back a few steps, and Kenny's panicked pace made Kenny fall to the ground, and just as he wanted to get up, a shining silver arrow came straight towards his head.