Mike thought he would be taken to the torture chamber, tortured, and then thrown back into the dungeon, or he would be taken somewhere and see an old man in white robes and tell him that the rest of the jailers had been bribed, and that he could leave here like Alan Selsi to find the heir to the flames who had nothing to do with him, or he would be thrown straight into a dug pit and killed.....

..... But the scene in front of me was completely different. www.biquge.info The knights in black armor raised their spears, blades pointing forward, and roared in unison, each accompanied by a single step forward, forcing everyone in the hall together.

"Does it have to be like this?" said Flame Priestess Aemon softly, his gray eyes emblazoned with a smiling Kane.

"You forced it, Priestess. The young man put away his smile and became grim, "It's time to change this rule, your can't fall into the hands of that bastard, he doesn't even know which way the city gate opens, how can he govern your?" He glanced at the situation in the audience, and then withdrew his gaze, "Your can't fall into your hands! Priest Amon, honestly, what are you going to do but pray and lie? Lift the bodice of the goddess servant, taste the wine that counts money, or spread the false story that everyone knows in front of the ignorant?"

"You think I'll only tell stories?" said Eamon, twisting his long white beard, and turned to walk down the steps.

At the same time, there was a sudden commotion outside the hall. Mike, who was overwhelmed, took advantage of his height and stood up to look at the situation outside the hall. Countless white-robed servants were holding swords and axes, confronting the thousands of black-armored guards, but the situation had not yet developed to the point of fighting each other.

"I declare as the god Namu and the Flame Priest of your!" Aemon shouted as he walked down the steps, "Kane Irene led the Black Armor Army to coerce your courtiers in an attempt to rebel..... Someone in the crowd immediately drew their swords, the sound of metal grinding against the scabbard made the guards stop. "Whoever takes his head will be given the title of duke!!"

Almost at the same time, the sound of countless swords clashing could be heard outside the hall. In the crowd, at least twenty knights with titles drew their swords and slashed at the black-armored guards who were approaching step by step, and outside the hall, white-robed servants continued to rush with swords, and hundreds of black-armored guards fought with them, and the sound of slashing and painful wails instantly filled the entire hall.

In the confusion, a head smashed into Mike's bare arm, and the hot blood instantly splashed his body, followed by the long sword of a black-armored guard, Mike raised his hands to block, and the sharp saber immediately cut through the chains that bound his hands. The next second, as soon as he grabbed the guard's head, he slammed it hard, and the guard's head turned in a different direction, and he watched his back fall in horror.

Missing the chains that bound his hands, Mike picked up a long sword branded with fire emblems, cut off the anklets, and took advantage of the chaos to try to squeeze out of the crowd, but the guards and knights around him had already killed red eyes, and people kept attacking him, so he had to fight and retreat, trying to escape in the chaos.

The truth is often far from what was planned. After he gave up his knightly honor and cut off a servant from behind who was fighting with the black-armored guards, he found that there was already chaos outside the main hall: a large number of sword-wielding servants were constantly emerging from all directions, flooding the black armor in the square like a torrent, and the sun shone on the blood-stained swords and spear tips, like a thousand fireflies wrapped in red flames, constantly rushing towards the heads of the enemy.

The equestrian skills of the Angolan cavalry are excellent, not to mention the former cavalry commander Mike, but at this moment, without the help of war horses, and because of the fierce fighting, the rapid flow of qi and blood, the Angolan totem on his back is already bright red, and in the black and white crowd, he really doesn't believe that he can rush out of the chaos.

After some hesitation, he blocked the spear stabbed by one of the black-armored guards, pierced the man's helmet with a sword, and as blood splattered, he retreated into the corpse-strewn hall, where the crackle of broken spears, the clatter of swords, and the cries of "Long live House Irene!", "Long live Lord Kane!" and "All for the flames!" and "Long live Priest Imon! Fight for God Namu!"

When he turned around, he saw and heard the iron boots trampling the corpses, the broadsword cutting off the heads, the wooden shields against the bayonets, and the grinding of the steel, the whistling of spears tearing through the air, and the screams and wails of hundreds of people at once. They cursed loudly, or prayed for mercy, or died in one of them, and some survived, others died, and he even saw a priest cut off the maid's feet and spit on the corpse, and then a knight cut off her head from the side.

On the way to find the side door of the main hall, Mike stumbled upon ten sword-wielding servants surrounding the flame priest in the middle, while Kane Irene somehow got a beautiful sword and joined the chaos of the battle, the black cashmere sweater was already soaked with blood, and his cheeks and arms were also drenched with blood, and he became more and more brave as he fought.

"Don't!" as Mike prepares to cut off the head of one of the servants, the servant yells, "Captain Mike, don't kill me!"

The sharp blade stopped in front of the servant's forehead, only a millimeter. "You..... Who are you?" Mike leaned against the wall and looked left and right at the chaotic crowd on either side, "Speak!"

"I'm Sercy's man, my name is Winnie!" Mike quickly turned his head to look at the Servant, then took a sideways step before raising his sword again. "I'm really Winnie! No! We've met in the canyon! I know Alan, Mio, Linde, and ..... And also..... And Nina, Lord Kenny's wife, I'm really Winnie!"

As the servant spoke, Mike blocked an incoming spear and split the fool's head in half. "I'll give you one last chance!" he turned his head and yelled, "Who the hell are you?!"

"I'm really Winnie, I'm a witch, I can transform ....." Before he could finish speaking, Mike slammed his head down and raised his sword to resist. But a step too late, the axe cut a long bloody mark on the back of his hand, and then he pushed the servant away, kicked the axe-wielding servant out of the air, and then slashed down with his sword, piercing the attacker's chest.

"Your hand, my lord, ....."

"Shut up!" Mike yelled through gritted teeth, "follow me!"

Amid the screams of fear and pain as the blades tore through the flesh and the people let out a cry of pain, Mike walked along the walls of the main hall, constantly repelling the attacking enemies. The white-robed servant who claimed to be Winnie followed closely, and the two fought until the back of the high platform, Mike kicked open the heavy oak door, turned his head to look at the crowd that was still fighting, and walked out first with the servant who followed him.

Then, the voices faded away, faded away, and finally died down.