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"Internal strife?" Gao Lan looked suspicious when he heard Weimona's words:

"Isn't it a bitter trick?"

"Bitter meat plot? I don't understand, but the shooters on the wall are confronting the knights and nuns."

Seeing Gao Lan's hesitation, Vimona, who was already upset because of the loss of more than 200 harpies, suddenly became impatient:

"Grudge, if I were you, the fight would have started a long time ago, so what's the point of negotiating?"

"Claudia and Kuchi are less than 10 minutes away from here."

"You don't need to tell me this, I already know it." Gao Lan said in a deep voice.

Although Weimona was a little unhappy after being insulted, she did not dare to get angry at Gao Lan in front of Ling after suffering the loss of the ghost girl.

He could only scream at the soldiers, and then flew into the sky in their horrified eyes.

Staring at the restless heavy armored spearmen, Gao Lan was hesitant for a moment.

If we attack the fortress now, it is very likely that the people in the fortress will share the same hatred, but if we don't attack, it is very likely that Drake's people will pick the peaches.

Either way, it's not what Gao Lan wants to see.

"Your Highness, why don't you just feign an attack!" Ling said suddenly:

"With the princess of Vastia as a shield, those soldiers will definitely not dare to act rashly."

“It also puts more pressure on those in the city.”

"Well, that's it, but you have to protect her."

Gao Lan took a deep look at Ling, and a hint of uneasiness flashed in his heart.

Ling obviously has no respect for the secular royal power. It is hard to say whether she will use the same method to deal with her uncles, brothers and sisters when she returns to Gaotang Kingdom in the future.

. . . . . . . . . . . .

"Boll, put down your arms!"

Seeing Bol, who was also a knight of the bodyguard, leading the shield crossbowmen and heavy armored spearmen to stop in front of the gate, Kuwait persuaded him earnestly:

"Keep fighting and we will be annihilated."

"Do you dare to let Lord Tristan go first, and then say this to me!" Bol glared at the two people holding Tristan hostage, his eyes were red, and his whole body was shaking with anger.

"Kuwait, don't talk nonsense to him. Does a mere civilian really think that by becoming a knight, he can show off his power in front of us?"

Rektor, who was born into a noble family, didn't pay attention to Bol at all and pushed him away directly, intending to open the door himself.

The soldiers knew what Rektor was doing, but they didn't dare to stop him.

Because there are provisions in the military law of the Kingdom of Vastia, low-level officers who attack nobles and high-ranking officers without the permission of the chief general or the accompanying priest will be executed for any reason.

Now that Leonardo is away, the most powerful person here is Siren.

Even she sided with Rektor, how could the soldiers dare to resist?

But just when Rekdor was about to open the door, Bol suddenly roared and slashed at his neck with a sword.

Recdo, who was unprepared for Bol, was killed on the spot.

"Soldiers, General Leonardo has died, and now Lord Tristan is the commander of the Golden Stone Fortress."

Bol directly picked up the immediate head and carried it in his hands, shouting at all the soldiers like crazy:

"This guy betrayed the people he was loyal to and planned to surrender to the enemy. Shouldn't I kill him?"

"If you are still loyal to Vastia, then work with me to suppress the rebellion and rescue Lord Tristan!"

This scene immediately shocked everyone present, and even Sirin couldn't help but look at Bol with admiration.

"Priest Siren, he has gone crazy. Please don't get close to this guy." Seeing Bol approaching, Kuwait drew his weapon and stood in front of Siren, his eyes filled with anger.

"Get out of the way!"

"Yes."

Although he was reluctant, Kuwait could only retreat honestly under Siren's majestic gaze.

"Knight, do you know what the outcome will be if you kill a noble knight?" Sirin asked Bol as she let Bol walk in front of her, ignoring the head and sword in his hand.

"It's nothing more than hanging." Boll's eyes were red and he roared like a wild beast.

"Hanged? It's not that easy. According to the laws of the kingdom, you will be deprived of your status as a knight, and then be beheaded in front of everyone, and the body will be thrown into a mass grave."

"At the same time, because you violated the laws of knights and killed your companions, your soul will no longer be favored by the gods. After your death, you will be directly exiled to the underworld, and you will never be able to escape."

Hearing Xilin's words, Bol's body trembled, and his originally red eyes gradually regained their clarity.

"I...I..." Looking at the sword dripping with blood in his hand and Rekdor's dead head, Bol's spirit was in a trance.

Seeing that Boer was distracted, a flash of light flashed in Siren's eyes. While secretly signaling to the nuns to prepare spells, she continued to say in a persuasive manner:

"Your loyalty and bravery are commendable, but your actions are wrong."

"Repent to the gods, and your soul may be saved."

"Am I... wrong?" Bol suddenly pointed his sword at his comrades who had lived and died together, and angrily shouted:

"I just want to protect what General Leonardo and Lord Dana want to protect."

"Why, Lord Dana and Lord Desmond can fight to death for the fortress, but you people can shamelessly offer to surrender?"

"Why? Why exactly?"

The soldiers and knights turned red at Bol's words and couldn't even raise their heads for a while.

Only Siren looked normal, turned around and dragged Tristan in front of Bol, and said with a sneer:

"Before leaving, Desmond had already made arrangements."

"He said that if he died in battle, then Tristan must surrender with his entire army."

"Many knights heard it at that time."

"But because of Tristan's selfishness, hundreds of loyal warriors are dying outside the city. Bol, have you heard their wails?"

Following Xilin's words, shouts of killing resounded throughout the sky outside the city, and Bol's body was shaken.

"Nonsense, Lord Desmond can't possibly make us surrender!" Bol held the sword tightly, exuding murderous aura, and blocked the door.

"Stubborn!" Xilin's expression turned cold when she saw Bol who refused to give in.

Seeing Bol's determined eyes and the spells prepared by the nuns, Tristan struggled in his heart.

He hopes to restore Desmond's status in the hearts of the knights, but he also knows that if he does so, there will be a fierce internal fight here, which is definitely not what he wants to see.

As if a century had passed, he slowly opened his mouth:

"Boll, she's telling the truth."

In an instant, Boll felt a bolt from the blue, as if everything he had done had lost its meaning, and the flag in his heart collapsed.

"So, was it really my fault?"

Looking blankly at the sword and head in his hand, Bol suddenly smiled, but tears flowed from his eyes.

Tristan, who felt something was wrong, wanted to step forward to stop Bol, but in the end it was too late.

The sharp sword directly cut through Bol's neck, and blood spattered out instantly, turning Tristan's handsome cheeks red.

Even Xilin froze on the spot and unconsciously touched the blood on her face.

"You have forced your companions to death. Are you satisfied with that?"

Taking advantage of Siren's daze, Tristan broke free from the restraints, hugged Bol who was kneeling on the ground and was muttering to himself, and tortured the souls of the rebellious knights and nuns.

"Ahem, cough, Terry... Lord Stan..."

"Boll, I'm here, what do you want to say?" Tristan put his ear close to Bol's mouth, tears flowing from his eyes.

"You are a true knight, Bol."

Tristan wiped away his tears and roared loudly to the sky:

"I swear to be kind to the weak, I swear to fight against rape, I swear to fight against all wrong, I swear to fight for the defenseless, I swear to help anyone who asks me for help, I swear to harm no woman..."

The knights looked at each other for a long time, then knelt on the ground together, pulled out their swords and put them in front of their foreheads, and recited the declaration of chivalry over and over again.