The Iron Lady had passed out, and her handmaidens hid by the throne and sobbed quietly, shivering like sparrows in the snow. They knew what their fate was, whether it was to be executed with the Iron Lady or sold into slavery in a remote place.

But Lydia walked up to them and crouched down gently, "I'm Lydia, the 'Princess of Fire' in Shendu, have you heard of me?" ”

The maids nodded in fear.

"Don't be afraid, you are all enslaved people. The guilty is the Iron Lady, and it has nothing to do with you. Lydia looked at the cold and frosty appearance of the non-smiling person, and had to point to the young man and Mira in the distance, "See, this is the army of the Red Pavilion." If you wish, the Red Pavilion will protect you so that you can leave the Iron Lady and live an ordinary life. ”

The maids looked at her in horror, their bodies still trembling, but they seemed to have eased a little.

Lydia asked, "Do you know the whereabouts of General Ferrett?" ”

A bold maid shuddered and patted her chest, and then pointed to another secret door next to the throne.

Lydia understood, put her hand into the Iron Lady's chest, and after fumbling for a while, she found an iron key the size of a finger in her underwear.

Witt was helped up to Lydia and weakly expressed his gratitude to Lydia. Lydia nodded, and was about to open the door, but was stopped by Bu Xiao: "There may be a trap, back off." ”

This extra caution made Lydia cry and laugh, if it was on weekdays, Lydia would definitely raise the bar with him: "Is there anyone in this world besides you who sets a trap in such a place?" ”

But now that so many officers and private leaders of the Black Steel Empire in the rebel army are looking at them, she can't afford to save the face of the Lord of the Red Pavilion, so she naughtily lifted the corner of her skirt and saluted, "Yes, then I will retire first." ”

This etiquette, which was originally just a joke, once again shocked the generals of the rebel army, and the soul roar just now had already made them tremble, but they didn't expect that even the "Princess of Gunfire" respected him so much. They quietly discussed the origin of this mysterious person, believing that even the strength of the "Dark Seven Sages" of the demon race was no more than that.

This private discussion secretly helped the Red Pavilion a lot. In fact, there are still some private army leaders who have another calculation in their hearts: wouldn't it be beautiful if they took advantage of the melee between the Red Pavilion and the Iron Lady to capture the Gray Stone Castle and replace the Iron Lady to cooperate with Chishuiwan and become the lord of one side?

But after seeing the unsmiling soul roar, their minds must have gone through several fierce struggles. In the end, they unanimously decided to change their development strategy and embarked on the path of peace, friendship and common development with the Red Pavilion.

Congratulations, congratulations.

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The door to the chamber opened.

The humid air gushed out with the smell of rot, stench, and mildew, and everyone covered their mouths and noses, but the disgusting smell still caused panic.

And the situation inside the door was even more surprising.

Hanging inside was a naked man, his limbs had been so drugged that he could even see his bones, and his body was covered in whiplash marks and abscesses. The house was surrounded only by sticks, whips, and other torture instruments, and the floor was covered with sticky blood, feces, urine, and disgusting mucus.

The man's eyes had been gouged out, and at this moment he could only faintly hear the rattling of shoes sticking to the floor, and then a strange and indifferent voice sounded: "You are Feret?" ”

He no longer had the strength to answer, only felt that the iron rope had loosened, and his body had been lowered from the torture equipment.

A familiar voice rang out: "General Ferrett? ”

"Werther?" Freette barely managed to squeeze a voice out of her throat.

Witt broke free from the support of others, crawled on the dirty ground with a thud, and struggled to move to Freette's side, picking up his upper body. His tears had already flowed, and he didn't know what to say, when he suddenly turned his head and ordered, "People outside, don't come in!" ”

He really couldn't bear to let the legendary "Golden Lion" show such an ugly appearance.

Lydia fetched some salt water and fed it to him, "Uncle, you'll be fine." ”

Ferett regained some strength slightly, and suddenly became excited when he heard this voice: "It's you?" ”

Lydia responded, "It's me, Lydia." ”

Ferrette murmured, "Nini misses you very much. ”

Lydia suddenly remembered Nini's miserable naked corpse in the square, and felt like her throat was choked by something.

Witte reassured him: "General, you will be fine, you will be fine......"

"No, no, no!" Ferett struggled violently and shook her head in refusal, "Nini is dead, I'm going to accompany her." Alone in that world, she would be afraid. ”

"General, I'll cure you." Werther desperately tried to hold him down, but Feret's voice grew louder and louder.

With all his strength, he exclaimed, "Werther, my good brother, send me away!" ”

After Ferett shouted, he gasped for a moment, and his voice became weak again, "I'm already a wreck, I can only hate that slut and Balom......"

"They've been caught." Lydia was relieved, "They're going to get a fair trial." ”

Ferrett's pained expression squeezed out a miserable laugh: "Thank you, Lydia...... Thank you ......."

His face turned in the direction of Werther again, "Werther, good brother, the 'Golden Lions' will be handed over to you...... Let me go. ”

Werther wanted to persuade again, but the cold voice behind him shattered his confidence: "His heart is dead." ”

Lydia bowed her head sadly, "Don't laugh at what Lord Senses is right, his heart is dead. We forcibly left his body tormented in this world, too painful, too unworthy. ”

Freyette nodded faintly, "Werther, good brother...... Give me a good time. As he spoke, he struggled to raise his chin to expose his throat.

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The war at Fort Greystone is finally over.

The Red Pavilion army rescued the wounded, resettled refugees, took prisoners of war, and opened granaries to distribute food. In addition, the square was rearranged in preparation for the trial of war criminals such as the Iron Lady.

Nini's body was finally put down, and the stake inside her body had been pulled out. After a long period of torture and exposure, her face has become distorted and ugly. Ferett's body was also abused and inhuman.

Lydia couldn't bear it, so she arranged for the two to be buried outside the city, and asked the young man to pinch a pair of clay figurines holding hands and stand in front of the tomb.

She sat at the tomb for a long time, just staring blankly at the pair of clay figures: the tall and burly Freette gently took the cautious Nini. She seemed to see Nini's shy and evasive eyes, and Ferrett's doting gaze.

I still remember the day when this rugged man came to me and asked what a girl of this age might like, and I remember the girl who had secretly cried all night and said to her with red eyes: "I hope that Mr. Ferrette will marry and become a nobleman, and it is very satisfying for a slave like me to be by his side." ”

A wave of sourness welled up in her heart, and Lydia couldn't help but bury her face in her hands.

"May your souls be with ......you forever," Lydia murmured, reciting a wedding prayer.