Chapter 737 Enemies meet
"Got it!"
After Angus chopped off the head of a black-robed soldier with an axe, he looked in the direction in which the big-nosed Baron was escaping, and immediately shouted: "Hans, take a few people to catch up with me, and you must not let go of those bastards!"
"Don't worry, Lord Angus, they can't run away! "After that, Hans led his elite soldiers to catch up and followed the opponent - "You all stop! Stop! Come and save me! You bastards!"
Seeing that the Deadpool he had tamed abandoned him, Walder Burley grabbed the fence of the prison car with both hands and tore at it desperately, shouting in an almost crazy manner.
Watching the black-robed soldiers dying or escaping within the barrier surrounded by carriages, the Prime Minister of the Lombard Palace finally breathed a sigh of relief. He asked across the carriage: "Who are you? Why are you helping us?"
Before Angus could answer, Art was already standing on the stone wall not far away, "Standing in front of you is Art Wood Wells, the lord of Wellsburg and the earl of the southern border of the Burgundy Kingdom!"
"Att Wood Wells!" After hearing this name, Walder Burley in the cage collapsed to the ground instantly -"
"So, you are the son of Wood Wells, the Earl of Northland who just captured Sauronburg, the former Baron of Wellsburg?"
"Yes, it's me!" After saying that, Art jumped off the boulder and walked directly in the direction of the Prime Minister of the Lombard Palace. After receiving a positive reply, the Prime Minister of the Lombard Palace ordered the carriage to be moved and walked out of the fortifications accompanied by several knights.
Looking at the young man standing calmly not far away, the Prime Minister of the Lombard Palace was surprised.
He did not expect that although the Earl of Northland, who brought the war to the Principality of Lombardy and shocked the entire continent, was young, he looked extremely stable, and it would not be an exaggeration to describe him as sophisticated.
Those deep eyes seem to have the magic power to penetrate all lies. His cold eyes, coupled with the typical Lombard face with a high bridge of nose and three-dimensional facial features, made him a little more cold.
If he hadn't seen this young man who defeated the Lombard soldiers many times with his own eyes today, he would never have connected the young man in front of him with the devil in the mouth of the Lombard soldiers who fled back to Milan.
Unknowingly, the Prime Minister of the Lombardy Palace had walked up to Art.
"Thank you for your hard work on the road, Prime Minister." Art bowed slightly in greeting, showing the appearance of a very well-educated palace noble. "I'm really sorry that you encountered this kind of thing when you first came to my territory. This is my poor hospitality~"
The Prime Minister of the Lombardy Palace did not expect that the sanctimonious guy in front of him would be so shameless. If it were not for the current predicament of the Lombardy Palace, he would be happy to teach this young man how to remain humble.
“Earl Ater’s words are serious. If you hadn’t brought someone to rescue me, I would have been dead long ago~” the palace prime minister pointed at his head and said with a smile.
But he felt strange about the sudden appearance of Art and others, and asked tentatively: "May I ask Earl Art, how did you know that we would encounter that group of robbers here?"
"Old man! What do you mean by this?" Angus, who was standing aside, raised his ax and shouted loudly.
The head of the palace hurriedly took two steps back, and the knight following him had already put his hand on the hilt of his sword.
"This is~" the palace prime minister asked in order to ease the tension.
Hite explained: "This is the baron who leads the army in my name. Don't be surprised by it, Prime Minister."
The Prime Minister of the Palace glanced at Angus and saw that the man looked fierce, so he didn't ask any more questions.
At this time, the special prison car surrounded by the carriage caught Art's attention. Then he bypassed the palace prime minister and walked straight towards the prison car.
The Lombard knight wanted to step forward to stop him, but was stopped by the palace prime minister.
In the prison car, the desperate and helpless landless Earl Walder Burley leaned against the fence, his eyes dim, and he did not hear the footsteps getting closer to him.
However, the closer he got to the prison car, the faster Art’s breathing became~
He has been waiting for this moment for a long time. It was so long that he almost couldn't remember what his father looked like, so long that he almost forgot how many nights he woke up from nightmares, so long that he didn't know how many times he wanted to kill the enemy who ruined his family.
Walker walked to the edge of the prison car and looked at Walder Burley, who was imprisoned inside like an animal, motionless, mumbling nonsense that no one else could understand. Art didn't have the idea of getting rid of his enemies immediately when he saw them.
On the contrary, this idea is no longer as strong as it was many years ago. As time goes by, this hatred fades, but it does not disappear.
At dusk, the prisoner-delivery negotiation team led by the Prime Minister of the Lombard Palace, accompanied by Art and others, finally arrived at Wellsburg. Also arriving were several carriages of gold and silver.
After handing this group of "guests" from afar to Bob, the secretary of the Chinese army, to settle down, Art returned to the inner fort alone. After enjoying a delicious dinner, he fell asleep early. While Art was enjoying the sweet dreams brought by the velvet bed in the comfortable and warm bedroom in the inner fort, there were bursts of noise coming from the dark and damp dungeon deep in the secret room of the inner fort where he was imprisoned. Hao yelled, "Let me out, you low-class people! Everything here belongs to me, and I am the master here! Let me out. This guest who was just sent in in the evening was the former lord of Sauronburg and the former frontier earl of the Principality of Lombardy - Wadbury.
Perhaps he never dreamed that one day in the future, he would be personally imprisoned by the son of the baron whom he designed and framed back then and imprisoned in this dungeon that he had usurped and personally supervised the craftsmen to build.
The impermanence of fate has been best verified in him.
The former glory, wealth, land and titles were all gone in just a few months, and no one could accept this result.
But this is obviously not enough for this border count who used to have supreme glory on his head. In addition to the loss of material wealth and honor, what awaits him is the death of his life and soul.
This military fort, which he has painstakingly managed for many years, has witnessed his achievements and will also become his final resting place. At dawn the next day, on the ridgeline not far from the south gate of Wellsburg, Hans held the reins in one hand and the hemp rope in the other, feeling extremely comfortable. Although he had not slept all night, he was still humming unknown country songs...
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"I promised to marry you and go home,"
"I will keep it in my heart.
"When I become successful and famous,"
"I will return to my hometown to find you."
"My dear girl,"
hance "Don't forget me-"
hh "Don't forget me--" The melody of the child was brisk, blown by the gentle morning wind to the sprouting grass, the rushing stream, the rustling forest... -·
At the end of the hemp rope, the big-nosed baron who had narrowly escaped death yesterday and an entourage knelt down and followed the cavalry all the way towards Wells. Their hands were tied tightly, their faces were covered with bruises and wounds, they walked with lumps and swaying, and they moaned softly from the pain on their bodies from time to time.
As the commander of this pursuit, Hans's left arm was tightly wrapped in a bandage, and the blood stains on it told the intensity of the battle last night——
When Hans received the pursuit order from Angus yesterday afternoon, he led a dozen of his men and galloped away on horseback. It was not until dark that he could not catch up with the fleeing black-robed soldiers.
It was not until midnight that the horse dismounted by the black-robed soldiers was already foaming at the mouth from exhaustion. The group had no choice but to dismount and walk along the mountain path towards the dense forest.
Having discovered the opponent's whereabouts, Hans led the team to pursue him with an attitude of killing them all.
Finally caught up with the other party by a creek in the middle of the night.
Due to poor visibility, the creek is located near a steep slope. Hans accidentally fell down the hill while fighting with the big-nosed Baron, but fortunately his life was not injured. In desperation, the big-nosed Baron took out a short knife and stabbed Hans, leaving a not-so-deep wound on his arm. In desperation, Hans found a stone in the dark, waved his arm and hit the big-nosed Baron on the head. The violent impact caused the guy to fall to the ground immediately, and he was subdued on the spot by the legion soldiers who arrived in time.
After this night battle, all the fleeing black-robed soldiers were killed except for the big-nosed Baron and a follower who followed him.
In order to survive, the Big-Nosed Baron made an offer that Hans could not refuse - the vault where Walder Burley had secretly kept his treasures for many years.
Because the matter was so important, Hans had no choice but to spare this guy's life and take him back to Wellsburg to hand over to Art.
On the south city gate, Bury, the flag captain of the third company, walked anxiously back and forth on the crenellated wall, occasionally glancing at the end of the commercial road in the distance. Hans led his men to pursue the black-robed soldiers and did not return all night long. As a good friend of Hans, Bury was extremely worried. Especially when the cavalry sent out to look for Hans and others reported no news about them, Bury was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, fearing that something might happen to Hans.
Hence, before dawn, he climbed up the city wall wearing armor and holding a sword, where he waited for Hans' return.
"Back!"
At this time, a sharp-eyed soldier on the city wall pointed at a group of figures walking towards Wellsburg and shouted loudly.
After hearing this, Bury raised his eyebrows and looked in the direction of the soldier's finger. He said excitedly: "This bastard is back alive!
Hurry, come with me and have a look."
As soon as he finished speaking, Bury ran quickly towards the city wall·