"The people who survive on the battlefield never rely on super high martial arts. ”

– Boris Bryan

The morning sun came to the earth again, and the Northridge army, which had already set up a large camp outside the Eternal Night City, surrounded the Eternal Night City like a black ribbon.

The bluestone walls of the Eternal Night City have turned gray and black in the tempering of the years, and the Kakamans are all cowering in the city, and it is not a problem for the empty city of Eternal Night to accommodate 50,000 people, looking at their appearance, you can know that they are not short of food and grass, so they are not afraid of enclosing it at all, and looking at the surrounding woodlands that are about to be cut into barren mountains, it seems that eighty percent of them are not short of firewood.

"It seems that they are ready to defend the city, so that our cavalry will not be able to play to their advantage. Domt said to him as he stood beside Rhodok.

The two of them were standing on a platform, this elevated place was outside the range of the bow and arrow attack of the Eternal Night City, and in the field of vision of the Eternal Night City, Rhodok nodded and did not speak, looking at Mott who was escorted up.

Mott was escorted by the sergeant to the middle of the high ground, and was pressed to kneel, his hands tied behind his back made him unable to maintain his balance, and he fell to the ground at the moment he was pushed to his knees by the sergeant, and the sergeant helplessly pulled him up again.

Mance unleashed his decapitating axe from behind and prepared to move forward, but was stopped by Rhodok's raised arms. Rodok looked at Mance, who nodded and put the decapitator axe on his back, he knew what Rodok meant.

Rolf stood on a grain cart, Boris and his son on the other side of the execution ground, the lords from far and near, and of course many soldiers.

Mott shrugged his big nose and looked around, feeling that these people were so strange, at this moment he suddenly didn't hate those new Kakamans, these questions Rhodok asked him, he didn't know so much information when he came out, and he thought that Morath was doing something.

But now it seems that Mott feels that maybe those people are his own people, at least at this moment, Mott looked at the dense Northridge people around him, and the feeling of helplessness made him want to cry desolately. He had never been a part of Northridge, and he suddenly found that for Northridge, he, or the entire Kakamans, was actually an uninvited guest to Northridge, even if they were loyal to Northridge, they only obtained the territory of alms on the front line of Devil Mountain, and he and the others did not integrate into Northridge at all.

For Northridge, he has always been an enemy, not even worthy of being an enemy, just a group of beggars who receive alms, and at this moment, Mott suddenly hopes that the Kakamans will send an army to save him, although he knows that this is impossible, but he really wants to go home.

Rhodok stepped forward and stood beside Mott, who turned his head and looked at Roddock with a look in his eyes that he couldn't tell what it felt.

"Can you help me take care of my family if they're still alive?" Mott asked.

Rodok glanced at Mott, and the sad look made Mott despair, as if he was looking at a poor old dog.

Shaking his head, Rodok drew the sword from his waist, he didn't think Mott had the right to make such a request. The moment Mott saw Rhodok shaking his head, he lowered his head, he had no desire to survive, he was also a great lord, a nobleman, he had carried out or watched countless executions, he had killed many people with his own hands, he was rich, he had played with many women, everything in the past was recalled in his mind, he tried not to listen to the sound of the sword unsheathed, let alone the sound of a sword cutting down the sky.

"Mott Kafala. Roddock stood at Mott's side with his sword in his hands and said, "You have been sentenced to death for treason and king-murder, and you will be beheaded before the God of Light." As he spoke, Rodok looked at the monk in the distance, who nodded with the Sutra of Light in his hand.

"You are denying your guilt, Mott Kafala. Rhodok asked.

"I ask for a duel trial. Mott lowered his head and said, then turned his head to look at Rhodok: "I have this right." ”

Mott laughed, as if he wanted to make a joke before he died.

Rhodok looked at Mott and swung his sword out, Mott frowned and closed his eyes, but he felt his hand tied behind his back being released. Mott, who moved his arm and felt the rope fall apart, stood up and looked at Rhodok.

"You can choose to play on your own or find someone to play for you, if the other person wants to. Rhodok said, staring at Mott.

Mott sneered, looked at the sergeant beside him, and reached over, the sergeant looked at Rhodok, Rhodok nodded, and the sergeant gave Mott his sword.

Weighing the sword in his hand twice, Mott looked at Rhodok with a smile and said, "Is there anyone here to fight for me?"

"You can only choose one of the people present. Rodok frowned and said that he was not going to wait for Mott to name a man and then send someone to the Kakamans to find him.

"Then I'd better do it myself. Mott said with a smile, taking a step back and raising his sword.

Rhodok's hand holding the sword had just been lowered, and now he held the sword in both hands, diagonally facing down in front of him, and the silver-white blade seemed to reflect the shiny figure of a human figure.

To Rhodoc, Mott was an old man, and it was only out of tradition and morale that he agreed to Mott's request. Mott looked at Rodok and felt that Rodok didn't seem ready to attack first.

Gripping the sword, I don't know if it's the instinct to survive or what, Mott feels that he is in a very good state at this time, anyway, he is a death, Mott can't help but fantasize about the scene of winning the duel and returning to his territory, feeling that he is full of strength.

"Ahh

"Wow!", the sound of the two long swords rubbing was heard, and Rhodok swung his sword from the bottom to the top to block Mott's sword, and then drew a circle with Mott's sword, and Mott's sword pointed to the right of his body.

"Whew!" Roddock's sword stabbed into Mott's right side of the abdomen. Mott felt the intense pain in and in his stomach and the feeling of cold air pouring from the wound in his abdomen into his stomach, staring at Rhodok's face, and it was only at this moment that he felt that he wanted to live so much.

Rhodok stared at Mott's wrist and flipped it, and the long sword that pierced Mott's stomach turned horizontal, and Mott only felt a sharp pain in his body, and blood gushed up in his throat. Rhodok drew his sword and shouted, beheading Mott, who was slightly crooked.

Mott's world was spinning, he saw the stones on the ground in front of him, then Rhodoc behind him, then he felt his head hit the ground, his eyes skimmed the sky, then he seemed to see his own body, and finally he looked at the city in the distance, at the surging walls of the city of Eternal Night, and then lost consciousness.

Rhodok took a deep breath and looked at Mott's head on the ground, then at the figure on the walls of the city of Eternal Night in the distance.

"Send his head to the City of Eternal Night. Rhodok said, staring at the Eternal Night City.

Domt looked at the sergeant beside him and gave him a look, and the sergeant hurriedly ran over and picked up Domut's head, and ran to find a horse and run to the city of eternal night.

At the wall of Eternal Night City in the distance, Kress looked into the distance with his eyebrows raised, and said to Rayman beside him in the Gukakaman language, "It should be the man named Mott." He couldn't see it too far away, but judging from the movement, he probably knew what was going on.

"The other party sent someone to bring us the head, do you want to shoot him? Lehman frowned and looked at the sergeant on the black horse and the human head in his hand.

"The other party killed a big man of ours, shall we kill a small soldier of the other party?" Kress smiled and said, looking at the black horse galloping over, and said calmly: "Shoot his horse and let him run back." ”

Rayman took two steps forward, took the bow and arrow of a Kakaman soldier, and slowed the bow down, as if it didn't feel heavy enough. He returned the bow to the soldier, and took another soldier's bow and arrow, which was obviously captured and looked stronger.

The tip of the bow moved with the black horse under the crotch of the Northridge soldier carrying the human head, and then moved forward slightly, and a feathered arrow flew out in a beautiful parabola.

"Whew. The soldiers of the North Ridge only felt that the war horse under their crotch was crazy and bumped, and was pressed to the ground by the horse with half a leg, looked at the feather arrow on the head of the war horse, and looked at the eternal night city that was still far away, and there seemed to be no other feather arrows flying over, and quickly twisted his body to pull out his legs, and the head in his hand had already been thrown aside, and after pulling his foot out from under the horse, he ran back with a rolling belt and crawled, running and turning back for fear that another feather arrow would kill him, and he stepped on the snow deep and fell several times in a row。

"This guy came back and gave me twenty lashes. Domt said to the people around him with a grim face, and looked at Rhodok without speaking, and the crowd had dispersed. Seeing that no one seemed to care about this, the expression on Domt's face improved a little, and he hurried two steps to keep up with Rhodok's pace.

Lehman withdrew his bow and arrow, smiled triumphantly and glanced back at Kress, who was greatly satisfied by his appreciative gaze and affirmative smile. Lehman's laughter caused a chain reaction, and the Kakaman soldiers of the entire city wall watched the Northridge soldier flee in embarrassment, and the morale that had just been slightly affected was raised again.

Kress looked up, tall enough, and he almost glanced around with his chin, as if satisfied, and turned away with the hilt of the sword in the wide fur cloak, and Lehman quickly trotted after him.