Even with the head of the Marquis of Cullen, it is still not easy to fool the cunning dwarves.

Ilkander had to write another handwritten letter expressing his willingness to turn his back on the Figuerora family and turn his allegiance to the Dwarven King.

He handed over this flattering order of allegiance to Jerome the Giant, the commander of the dwarven army in front of him.

After that, he left half of the thirty-six cronies who followed him to kill, and then he was allowed to take the remaining sixteen people to lure reinforcements into the mountain.

However, they wandered around the Dragon's Back Mountains for three days in a row, but they could not find any trace of the army.

Ilkand was anxious, fearing that he would not be able to fulfill the deathbed instructions of the Marquis of Cullen.

That's when he thought of Morse, who was in charge of logistics, and they had gone into the mountains only to recover the impulsive Hugo, and had no intention of sweeping the wild tribes in the mountains.

So only a small portion of the grain was carried, and most of the baggage was left outside the mountain, to be guarded by Morse.

If the support army also plans to enter the mountain, their logistics should also be handed over to Morse, in other words, Morse knows where the support army is now.

After thinking this clearly, Irkand decided not to continue to spend in the mountains, and left the mountains directly, and went straight to the stone fortress.

A group of seventeen of them, after being tired of two horses, finally arrived at the fort.

As soon as he appeared, he was spotted by the guards in charge of the guard, and then Ilkander heard the sound of a trumpet.

Then the gates of the camp opened, and out of it came a troop of rangers, about three times their number, and surrounded them.

Ilkand frowned and spoke, "Where is Sir Morse, I am Ilkander of the Emanuel family, and I have followed Marquis Cullen into the Dragonspine Mountains before, and I have urgent military affairs that I must see him immediately."

However, when the knight who led the team heard this, he did not immediately go back to report it, but turned his head to discuss something with the people behind him, and they glanced at Ilkander and his party from time to time.

Ilkander's temper himself was not very good, coupled with a series of events that had happened before, he had to go through a lot of dangers to get out of the mountain, but he didn't expect to be stopped outside the camp by his own people.

His patience was running out.

Fortunately, just when he was about to attack, the knight who led the team on the opposite side finally raised his head again and said to him.

"Lord Morse took people to a nearby village early this morning to collect grain, but since it is his own people, he can wait in the fort first."

"Morse isn't there?" Ilkand's brow furrowed even tighter, "Then do you know where the reinforcements are now?" ”

"I can't reveal these military affairs to you without Lord Morse's permission."

"Military affairs? I also went on an expedition with the Marquis of Cullen, and knew Sir Morse, and in fact I had rested in the Fortified Rock just over twenty days ago. Ilkand said.

"I'm sorry, but this is Lord Morse's orders, and we can't tell anyone about the movements of the support force without his orders." The knight insisted.

"You all look tired, let's take a break and have some hot soup."

There was nothing good to do about Ilkander, and he looked at the sixteen men behind him, and all of them looked exhausted.

So he nodded, dismounted from his horse, and soon someone stepped forward and took his horse away.

Ilkander said to the man, "Give it more fodder, it's been hungry for a long time." ”

Then sixteen of his cronies dismounted and followed the knight into the camp.

As he walked, Ilkand asked, "Which village did Sir Morse go to collect grain, and can you take me there?"

But as the last man entered the camp, the camp gate quickly closed behind them.

A sense of danger suddenly rose in Ilkander's heart.

But before he could give a warning, the rangers around him had already drawn their swords at their waists.

The next moment, several screams rang out, and by the time Ilkand turned back, sixteen of his cronies had all had their heads cut off.

Sixteen headless corpses stood in front of Ilkand before they fell to the ground with a bang that made his eyes tremble.

"Why?! Why are you doing this? Ilkander roared.

"We have received word that you and your men have betrayed the Marquis and become lackeys of the dwarves, which is why you were able to escape from the mountains."

The knight at the head said slowly, "And that's the price of being a traitor." ”

"There's already news coming out?" Ilkand was stunned for a moment, but soon said with red eyes, "That's not the truth. ”

"Well, that's how every traitor justifies himself." The knight clasped his ears.

He thought that Ilkand would defend himself a few more words, but he didn't expect the latter to say a word, and actually pulled out his sword and slashed at him.

The knight tried to dodge, but the two men were not far apart, and Ilkander was in a frenzy, and he only had time to turn to the side a little, and was finally slashed in the arm by a sword.

As a result, one of his left arms was cut off, and the knight fell to the ground in pain, rolling and wailing.

Ilkander then swung another sword, trying to continue to kill the guy, but by this time the other guards had already surrounded him.

Irkand swung his sword impenetrable, but he faced too many opponents, and in the end, he was hit by several swords in a row, and was thrown to the ground.

The knight with the severed arm endured the pain and said, "Spare him his life, Lord Morris still has something to ask him." ”

The guards did not cut off Ilkand's head, but instead sent him to the dungeon.

Then Ilkander spent the longest afternoon of his life, and Maurice sent a pair of dwarf brothers to interrogate him.

The two gnomes, who squeaked like rats when they laughed, had used almost all of the torture in the West on him.

Some were even thousands of years old, and by the time the torture was over, there was not a single piece of skin left on Irkand's body.

He was dumped like garbage in his cell, alone waiting for death to come.

Ilkand felt that his consciousness was already a little blurred, because he actually saw a moon in the dark dungeon.

And it's a blood-colored moon.

And when the man saw Ilkander staring at the brooch on his chest, he couldn't help but smile slightly, "Do you like this, then I'll give it to you." ”

With that, he took off his brooch and pinned it to Ilkander's chest, then said to the latter.

"Don't be afraid, Lord Ilkand, I'm not a bad person, I'm here to get you out."

(End of chapter)