Count Gorrick escorted the captives deeper into the jungle. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info Gradually, the ground became less dead and full of mud, making it difficult for the infantry and cavalry.

The captives were dying, and the warriors were terrified.

After walking for about three miles, they saw the remains of a lonely fort and a wall. It was the ruins of ancient wars.

Then Gerry looked at the spire of the lone castle and saw a long wooden pole - perhaps a thick steel bar, and a man was tied to this slender stick, swaying in the wind, and his scream was like a porcupine, which could be heard from afar.

The man on the stick may have seen the Imperial army and screamed, "Help me, help me!"

There is no doubt that it is the Viscount Cato of Ershi Fort who has been plotted.

Gorrik immediately ordered his soldiers to surround the lonely fort. But he kept an eye on it, and let the army spread out in a dense manner - to prevent falling into a trap or an ambush rushing out. As a result, more than a thousand people surrounded only half of the site.

The wind blew in the middle of summer, and the fog gradually lifted, and the man on the stick drifted with the wind like a pendulum, and his wail became longer.

"Traitors, come out! you should be hung upside down!" roared Glick angrily, he had never seen such a defiant of the authority of the state.

"Don't you understand, Count. The regime of the Sunset Empire is like a kite with a broken string, swaying and not knowing where to go. "A man's head sticks out from the side of the stick, but it's too far away to see who he is.

Gorrik ordered the archers to raise their longbows and aim them at the heads.

However, he immediately noticed that there were clusters of arrows reflecting silver light, reaching out from the ruins' shots and aiming them at him. He didn't want to attack, so he could only argue with the heads of the people on the spire.

"Put down Viscount Cato, after the war is over, I can guarantee that you will not be sentenced and will not be deprived of your possessions. Otherwise, the Imperial Iron Riders will level your territory. Glick shouted.

"Is it like the city of Paliva, and I am waiting for you to throw away your armor and flee in disarray. When the regime changes, there will always be some people who will climb to the heights, while others who hold the power will fall into the abyss. You are the one who will not be stripped of your title. The man on the spire shot back in a snarky tone.

"Now that the Empire is in ruins, can the Imperial army raze all these rebellious little territories to the ground, and let all the ancient families bleed? After a pause, the man shook the knot in his hand, and Viscount Cato, who hung at the end of the long stick, shook it several times and let out a terrible scream.

The Count of Grek was so angry that he rode his horse around the castle tower, but could not find a way to take it in one fell swoop. He didn't know who the other party was, and he didn't know how many people there were. In case of an ambush as before, there is no support here, and it is estimated that he will end up in the same fate as Viscount Cato.

Finally, he ordered a squad of infantry to sneak around the back of the lone fort and set fire to the dead branches surrounding the tower.

Dry branches and fallen leaves are all around, and fires can easily spread. The higher the enemy stands, the less easily they can escape, and they can only be trapped on the spire, burned by their own self-inflicted cleverness.

Then, Gorrik resumed his conversation with the head on the spire: "You kidnapped Viscount Cato and did not kill him, so you must negotiate with us. Say, what do you want?"

At this time, the outstretched human head disappeared. Glick had a bad premonition.

After a while, he heard the sound of his bow and arrow piercing through the air, and subconsciously raised his shield to dodge. However, no arrows fell on him.

Immediately afterward, he saw several more long sticks sticking out of the spire, and several figures were hanging on the tips of the sticks, struggling desperately. This is clearly the soldier he sent out to sneak attack just now.

"Don't be smart, sir. We don't want to negotiate with you. The man on the spire answered him as he loosened the rope of a captive.

From Glick's point of view, he could only see a row of gray shadows, and he barely remembered that it was Viscount Cato who was now on the third stick. The gray shadows were in mid-air, wriggling like bugs.

A long stick was leaned up by the tree, and the gray shadow on it shook extremely violently, like a chrysalis about to break. Then the filaments clinging to the chrysalis were cut - but no adult crawled out, and the chrysalis fell straight down, with a terrible cry and a heavy fall to the ground.

Then, the surroundings returned to tranquility.

"We're just announcing to the Imperial Army, to the royal family, to those in power above that we're going to gain more power. The man at the top of the spire yelled at Glick.

"Whoever dominates the Golden Palace, tell them that we want more privileges, more land, higher salaries, more soldiers, and fewer taxes!

"If the Imperial Army wants to burn our territory, we would rather embrace our own king!"

The man screamed as he shook the tip of his stick, like a musician plucking his own instrument, screaming one after another.

"Kidnapping Viscount Cato will do you more harm than good!" Gorrik felt his brain buzzing, and his hand clenching his sword turned white, but he tried his best to prevent his impulsiveness from causing irreparable consequences.

"No, the viscount is an expensive commodity to us. If the side lurking in the shadows wins, he is our medal of honor, and if the side standing on the bright side wins, he is our bargaining chip. ”

The figure on the spire said in a loud voice: "Sir, to tell you the truth, someone has given considerable benefits, let's capture at least one adjutant of the Imperial Legion." You should be glad that the unlucky ghost who was tied up is not yourself. ”

Then, the figure shrank back from the spire and vanished. One by one, the soldiers sent by Glick to attack were thrown off the tower, and the sticks tied to Viscount Cato were also collected into the tower in the chaos.

"Who the hell is it! Who the hell is it! Coward! Get out!"

Gerrik's mind burned, and in a fit of rage, he cut off the necks of the two captives and stabbed them in the chest several more times until blood flowed out.

He shouted, "Rush up, catch them, don't let them escape!"

More than a thousand soldiers rushed into the towers, rushed over the broken battlements, climbed the high walls, and scattered into the dense forest. However, the people who had just shouted provocatively, the archers hiding in the towers, and the viscount who was hanging in the air, all disappeared without a trace like dissipated ghosts.

Enraged, Gorrik rode his horse for hours and found nothing but dead leaves and broken walls. He even began to wonder if what he was seeing was a hallucination. (To be continued.) )