I'm dead?

There was a strong smell of blood and burnt smell from the tip of her nose, and the pain all over her body seemed to be disassembled, dragging the mercenary's consciousness back from the chaos, and she opened her eyes with all her might, and the light of the world once again reflected into Shrel's black pupils, and she struggled to get up slowly.

Beside him were mountains of bones—mercenaries, sailors, Turines of the garrison, and even pirates of Lund, their entire bodies soaked in the thick of blood. It was still dark in front of me, and I couldn't see the slightest bit of sunlight.

The mercenary, who was already familiar with these scenes, could only think of getting up quickly - the battle was not over, at least not before she passed out, and she had no time to continue grinding!

But at the same moment, he stumbled upon a corpse overhead—a spear pierced through the torso and hung from the barrel of the spear, with his physical arms hanging at his sides, and a bow and arrow in his right hand.

Bow and arrow...... Corpse?Schiller's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the familiar figure in disbelief - at least he hadn't forgotten the armor the other party was wearing.

"Robin?!"

The corpse was still warm, but there was no doubt that it was completely dead, and Hirel immediately rose from the pool of blood, and grabbed the barrel of the spear with both hands to pull it out, but when she saw the last sight before her, her hands hesitated. pressed on the barrel of the gun, but the slender body was constantly trembling, and he didn't even have the "courage" to raise his head and look at Robin's expression before he died.

Because there's nothing left to see.

Cheeks, chest, torso, thighs...... All the fronts could cover were filled with arrows, and the whole person had been torn apart like a rag.

And when the mercenary turned around, she understood everything...... The passage from the King's Port gate to the fortress was strewn with arrows, as well as bones paved with all the roads and gaps. At the forefront was the commander of the garrison, the shaft of the arrow he grabbed in his right hand and stabbed him in the throat.

Just the unique arrow feather Hirel could recognize it. Who shot that arrow?

The little Robin - I don't know who gave him the nickname, but he himself always called himself "The Clover" - was synonymous with "lucky" in his hometown.

And when the little man stands up, he can always defeat all the big guys, and when he straightens his back, he can protect those who are taller than him.

He could not fight like a knight, and it was his skill to shoot deadly arrows from behind corners and fences, but when he stood up, no one had the right to doubt his honor and pride.

When he was ready to die with the commander. When he asked the crossbowmen to release their arrows, he still did not forget to protect his "princess", and chose to die standing and dying.

Gently breaking the barrel of the gun, a wordless Shrell picked up his bones in both hands and laid them flat on the ground little by little. The mercenary twitched her throat expressionlessly, pulled out the arrow from his body, and gently stroked the face that was already bloody and blurred, and could not even be seen by eyes and nose.

"You can rest in peace. Shirell's voice was heavy: "My knight. ”

............ "The garrison has been sent to King's Harbor, and all of them are the elite I brought back from the Vast Lands. Definitely get the fortress back. ”

Standing in front of the throne, Berion held the wine glass in his hand, and looked at the nobles who were still quiet on both sides of the steps, but there was an extremely playful smile on the corner of his mouth: "There is also a 5,000-strong army stationed in the northern part of Xicheng District, which was originally prepared to prevent a riot, but now it seems that it is just right - you can keep that little colleague of yours out of the hills of Marchelus." ”

"I'm afraid he won't admit me as the Grand Master, but...... Perhaps. Gaio Valens' expression was still extremely stiff: "You'd better not underestimate him. ”

"I don't underestimate this Edward Witwood - in fact, I even think I take him too seriously. Berrion shook his head: "We all care too much about this little character. ”

"It was the royal fleet that captured King's Port, and it was the Minests who rebelled against me—all to be expected. Even without him, I can guess that these guys won't give up. What kind of capital does Edward have, a legion that doesn't even have five thousand men? In fact, it's a miracle that this second-class auxiliary legion, which has suffered heavy casualties in Handi, hasn't betrayed him until now!"

Closed doors. The nobles with different faces were either apprehensive or terrified—only a small number of the "stalwarts" of the Berrion camp still had some pretense of composure on their faces, and most of them had expressions of nervousness that they were about to die of fright.

Gaylot, on the other hand, still had that expression, no sarcasm or fear, just standing there. It's like waiting.

"Who do you think will win today, me or my dear nephew Anson, Grand Master Gayyo Valens?" Berrion suddenly asked, "Maybe I'll lose...... Maybe I should end this damn fight in a different way. ”

"The Knights of the Sacred Tree will not let anyone set foot in the throne hall. Gaio replied coldly, "And anyone who wants to kill you must first pass through me." ”

"But my dear nephew still seems to have a chance—the defenders on the hill of Marcherus are not many, clinging to the garrison and the five thousand knight sergeants. It seemed hard to stop him. ”

"There are also a hundred Sacred Tree Knights outside the gate, as well as the royal knights. Gaio asked rhetorically, "Are you doubting me, or are you doubting their loyalty?"

"I don't doubt your loyalty, but I doubt that you can really stab your sword at my dear nephew. Berion smiled: "There should be a better way to fight this decisive battle, not like it is now." ”

"What do you want to say?"

"Like that night decades ago, maybe this is my fate, and this is the only way I can defeat my dear brother Horace. Barion's expression suddenly became confused: "The safer it is, the more unsafe it is - I thought I was sure of victory that night, but it ended unexpectedly. ”

"Maybe only by doing it all over again will I be able to figure out where I am and where I went wrong?"

"Bang!" The closed door was opened again, and the knight of the sacred tree wearing a black tree cloak on a white background walked in, kneeling on one knee at the front of the steps under the eyes of the nobles of the six gods and no masters: "Lord Berion, and Grand Master, the army of His Highness Anson Markellus has broken through the third line of defense and occupied all the noble districts!"

"What?!"

"Radiant Cross, how can this be?!"

"Damn, why didn't you stop them?!"

...... Strange screams, reproaches, roars, and screams of fear, the nobles who had just been able to maintain the most basic image suddenly became ugly, and shouted at the knight of the sacred tree kneeling there, and the silence of the hall was instantly shattered, and the chaos was like the most dilapidated slum.

It was a group of scum soldiers from the poor and broken land, all of them were a group of poor and crazy guys, who knows what they could do?! Even the kindest nobles dare not imagine what it would be like for their mansions to be occupied by a group of vulgar and barbaric soldiers, and whether their families and wealth could be kept?!

Whether or not His Highness would have plundered in order to motivate his soldiers - the answer seems to have been the same for any king in the history of the kingdom.

"It's all quiet—!" Berion said suddenly, and the cold look in his eyes silenced all the nobles, not even a single one dared to speak. Random's eyes gradually sank: "Very well, it seems that my dear nephew must be overjoyed, and is ready to come to see my uncle, and I will be ready to welcome him—Grand Master Gaylot Valens?"

"I'll be fully prepared, the Knights of the Sacred Tree will keep all enemies off for you!" Gaio nodded, and walked down a few steps, his gloomy eyes swept over the faces of the "noble nobles": "Please retreat with the palace guards to the side hall and tower, where the walls are strong enough to keep you safe!"

Either willingly, or full of complaints, but no one dared to complain in front of the sword and spear, silently bowed his head, and walked out of the palace hall under the "protection" of the palace guards, and walked towards the tower of the side hall, from the beginning to the end, no one dared to make a sound.

Until everyone was evacuated, the Sacred Tree Knight remained on its knees. Berion's eyes became solemn: "It seems that there is still something?"

"The garrison in the northern city seems to have been attacked, and I am afraid that it has been completely wiped out. The Knights of the Sacred Tree bowed their heads: "In addition, the rebels of King's Harbor have broken through the defensive line, avoiding the legions heading for King's Harbor and marching towards the top of the Markaerus Hill - their banner is the Red Cross on a black background, and the Battle Banner Legion of Edward Witwood!"

It was only a moment for a moment of surprise flashed across Berion's face, and then he gradually regained his composure: "It seems that I am not wrong - the more victorious I am, the more dangerous it is, this battle cannot go on like this anymore, I don't want to let the scene that happened decades ago repeat itself in front of my eyes." ”

"It's time for a change. (To be continued.) )