With the last Iberian knight standing in his way to Sogrend falling to the ground splattered with blood, nothing could stop him from entering the camp of the Iberian king. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Sogrand shook off the blood stains on his sword, withdrew the saber into its scabbard, and walked towards the tent with the "Tooth Moon" in one hand.

Out of an abundance of caution, he avoided the curtain and instead stood to the side and gently lifted it with his sword. After waiting for a few seconds, Thorgrande swung his sword and cut a wide hole in the tent and went straight in. Of course, the King of Iberia's tent was empty, but only one man remained.

"Long time no see, Lord Luce." Maihime, who was sitting on the throne with her beautiful legs crossed, spoke.

Thorgrande didn't answer her immediately, but just checked around again.

"The more angry you are, the more cautious, the more intense but the more self-controlled, Lord Luce, I really hate this kind of personality of yours." Eugaris continued.

"I'm sorry to upset you." Thorgrend withdrew his sword from the surrounding area and held it to the ground.

"Excuse me? Lord Luce, I'm afraid you're here to ask for your guilt. Eugaris scoffed.

"Now that I've met you, I'd like to confirm a few things with you." Thorgrande spoke.

"You don't have to ask, I did everything, I was premeditated, and I used those guys." Eugaris replied angrily.

"And Lord Mazarel?" Sogrend asked coldly.

"No...... Yes, including him, of course. Eugaris hesitated for a moment, then tried to make a haughty gesture.

"The most ridiculous thing is that Piogel fool, do you think I really like him? I don't want to think about it, he has neither wealth nor power, and he has no self-knowledge. I just used him as a pawn to see if I could get some valuable information, but I didn't expect him to carry such an important document with him. Lord Luce, I used the same means to help you back then, oh hehe. ”

"By the way, I almost forgot that I was a direct cause of Ginna's death. Well, Lord Luce, you never thought that a lowly woman like me would cause you so much damage. Eugaris laughed insolently. Thorgrande Leus, come and kill me, the murderer of your wife. In this way, you will never forget me for the rest of your life.

Sogland was silent for a while, sighed, and said, "Miss Eugaris, now that I arrest you on suspicion of treason and theft of confidential information, Her Majesty will give you a fair ruling. ”

"You ......" Eugaris felt a wave of resentment at this time, Sogrande could break his principles for the sake of Ginna, but no matter how much he made a fuss, he couldn't let this man cross the thunder pool.

Sogrend's anger had been vented for the most part after the killing just now. It was too much for him to abandon his responsibilities and obligations and indulge his behavior freely. To others, it seems that his pattern of action is no different from usual, more because of some long-formed habits. Now, Sogland's mind has calmed down for the time being. He knew that even if he broke Eugaris's body on the spot, it would not be possible to save Ginna's life, not to mention that from the ins and outs of the whole matter, many people, including himself, would also have a certain responsibility. Therefore, Sogrend chose to endure his impulse for revenge, and was ready to hand over the culprit in front of him to justice.

Thorgrande was about to step forward, when he saw a dark figure flash behind Eugaris.

Eugaris was standing stiffly and laughing to herself, when suddenly, she felt something was wrong and hurriedly turned away. What appeared before her eyes was a face full of despair and revenge. With a "poof", a sharp blade passed through her chest, directly piercing her weak body.

Sogrand did nothing, watching her fall in front of him. It's not that he can't react, it's that his selfishness doesn't mean that he is obligated to do anything. Thorgrande looked down at Eugaris, where the dancer's mouth struggled and blood poured out of her mouth as she breathed.

Only then did Thorgrande crouch down and lean over to listen to Eugaris's last words.

"Please...... Please...... Tell him...... I...... Marry a rich man...... Went far away...... Far away......" gasping violently made it impossible for Eugaris to finish the sentence.

"I'll tell Mazarel." Sogrend replied.

Hearing this answer, Eugaris smiled reassuringly, gave up the struggle for life, and slowly stopped breathing.

"So, General Biogel," said Thorgrande, looking up, "what do you want to say to me?" ”

The Bioger in front of him was no longer the high-spirited general he had before the battle, he was hunched over, his eyes were bloodshot, and his face was haggard. At that moment before, I was afraid that there was no one else in his sight, but only the target of his revenge. Now that he had completed his revenge, he was a little dazed and at a loss.

"Lord Luce." Biogel said in a hoarse voice, pausing for a long time, as if he had finally made up his mind, "Forgive me for my stupidity, at the last moment, I still had some illusions about this woman. But in the end, I finally saw the truth. So, can I make a request? ”

"As long as it's not too much."

"Thank you, please help maintain my honor."

"I will." Thorgrande looked at the poor man calmly.

"Thank you again." Biogel raised his short sword in his hand, "Long live Falunsi!" Long live the 13th Legion! With that, he didn't hesitate to plunge his short sword into his throat, and his body immediately fell to the ground.

Sogrend retrieved a few pieces of clothing from the suitcase of the King of Iberia and covered up the dead first. Later, he searched the Iberian king's tent and gathered some documents and items that appeared to be valuable. When he had done that, another group of people broke in.

"Lord Luce, Lord Luce, great, you're safe and sound!"

"Worry you, Jack Fleet, get someone to move these things back to the command post."

The tall officers of the 7th Division immediately looked for someone to move the things away.

"I heard that you went to the front line in person, so Lord Huo Lin asked me to come to you, is this way?" Jack Fleet saw the pile of clothes on the floor.

"Two unremarkable dead, let them leave this world like this. Let's go and burn what is left here! Thorgrande ordered.

Jack Fleet, though questionable about this explanation, did not attempt to find out the truth, and somewhat blindly believed that it was necessary for Saulgrande to do so. The Pharians soon all walked out of their tents, and then they used their axes to chop off a few of the logs that supported the tents, pushing the whole tent and setting it on fire.

"Jack Fleet, order the whole army, from now on we will begin to accept surrender, and help the enemy's lightly wounded, so that the enemy's seriously wounded should not increase their suffering."

"But it's not yet noon."

"The King of Iberia has fled, and their nobles are largely dead or fleeing, so there is no need for us to continue to destroy the enemy at the cost of increasing our own casualties."

"I understand, I'll do it right away." Jack Fleet called the herald.

By this time, it was already dawn. The Iberian Army, stationed in the new town of M'arte Valley Pass, had long since seen half of the sky in the north burned red. Prince Henry of Zigner, who had just arrived that night, had planned to leave for the camp at the front the next day, but when he received the sentinel's report in the early hours of the morning, he immediately changed his decision, and hurried north with dozens of knights of the guard. Naturally, Prince Henry met Ofhrit III and his cronies and nobles who had fled in a hurry. Prince Us was very sympathetic to the Iberians, and offered himself to Ofrite III to visit the Fallensi. The Iberians had already panicked, and after hastily giving their employees general instructions, they hurried to the new town of Mryat.

Prince Henry watched with some pity as the Iberian monarch departed, and until he reached the battlefield, news had been in favor of the Iberian side. According to the information in hand, Prime Minister Falunsi had only arrived at the front line of the battlefield yesterday, and he had defeated the powerful enemy in one fell swoop. This piqued Henry's curiosity, and he was eager to meet the legend of France. During Prince Edward's lifetime, he was also repeatedly encouraged to keep up with the young prime minister of France.

Will the future "Seaspout" succeed in extinguishing the anger of the Farencians this time? We don't know yet, but there is a negative situation for Henry. The Falencians suffered considerable casualties during their attack on the mercenary camp, including the last remaining officer of the Thirteenth Legion, Madge Landil.

The 13th Army Corps, with the 30th Hussar Division as the main force, constituted an assault force of 3,000 men. Under March's command, they coordinated with their neighbors and quickly cleared the resistance of the Iberian army. When breaking through the outskirts of the Iberian army camp, the entire force completely wiped out an entire Iberian army of the flag company at a very small cost.

But when they broke through the perimeter and entered the middle ground, they unfortunately attacked the defensive positions of the mercenaries directly. The Earl of Lancaster was the most vigilant commander in the entire camp, and the Zigners combined with the remnants of the Hertz infantry to form a very solid line of defense. March was the first to bear the brunt, and even though the Falensi hussars were so brave and tenacious, they were still forced to retreat under the heavy fire of Zigner's longbowmen.

March was not aware of the enemy's strength at first, and his whole being fell into a kind of battle frenzy. A frenzy to be precise about fighting for revenge, in which the entire participants of the Thirteenth Army were in such a state. Although this gave them incomparable courage and devastating momentum, it also made them slow to judge the situation.

The hussars roared with excitement when they saw the enemy's hastily constructed defensive position, like wolves seeing their prey. March is at the front, the supreme commander of the team, and he wants to set an example and avenge his respectable superiors.

The Earl of Lancaster watched the Falencian charge with some nervousness, and it occurred to him what he would have done to resist such a fearless charge if he had not established a line in time. For a brief moment, the Count was full of thoughts, and finally he got rid of this problem in time, and decisively ordered the longbowmen to start shooting.

The arrows flew like meteors towards the charging Pharians, and those who rushed to the front were instantly struck by three or four arrows at the same time, and some were carried to the ground by the force of the arrows; Others struggle to keep going. March was shot in the left chest at the first moment, and then immediately above his right collarbone, his horse was wounded and he was thrown to the ground. As soon as March got up from the ground, he was hit with two more arrows in his right thigh, and the pain made him scream.

"Cover sir!" The non-commissioned officer who was still alive nearby shouted. Immediately, someone rushed over and protected Officer Randil with their bodies.

"Leave me alone, leave me alone!" March roared, and for a moment he remembered that four years ago, in the face of the surprise attack of the Iberian army, his comrades at the outpost had exchanged their lives for their own escape. This time, I can't go back again! March said to himself.

"Onward! Rush, kill, avenge the Legion Commander! Avenge the Yadan officer! Avenge Asphal! Leave me alone! Rush, rush, kill all these bitches! March's eyes widened in rage, and he yelled at his saber and pointed it at the enemy.

The Earl of Lancaster saw one of the officers on the other side pointing his saber at him, and he bent his wounded leg closer to him, ignoring the obstruction of his subordinates, let alone his own arrows.

"Lord Earl!" One of the knights cried out in horror. The Earl followed the direction he had indicated, and saw that among the group of enemies who had fallen in one piece, there were many trembling and trembling men, and they shouted indistinctly, and moved towards their own position with their weapons in hand.

"Archers keep shooting, don't stop!" The Count couldn't help but shout loudly, and even he thought it was a terrible introspection.

"Gotta Randul be dragged back!" A non-commissioned officer who was still behind said to his subordinates.

By the time the Falencians desperately tried to get March Landil back to safety, the valiant commander was speechless. His whole body froze there, his right hand always pointing forward with his saber, and the blood that kept pouring out of his mouth drowned out his words. But the people on the side seemed to be able to vaguely hear the words "rush" and "revenge", and the only remaining officer of the 13th Army in this battle died with his eyes open. He had to endure humiliation and sacrifice time and time again, but in the end he proved to us that he was a fearless warrior with courage and a sense of responsibility.

The first charge of the XIII Corps was repulsed, and the loss of the Supreme Commander was unfavorable to the battle, and the friendly forces came to the rescue of this heroic force in time. They were received by the 34th Regiment of the Third Army, one of the tasks of Volc Condé's regiment was to occupy the armory in the enemy camp. The difficulty of the Condee officers was significant, they had to determine the location of the armory through the dragon knights in a very hasty time, and then quickly rush there. Fortunately, the 34 regiment was lucky, and they quickly broke through the enemy line and occupied the armory. The Zignates' camp was close to the armory, which had been arranged to make it easier for them to receive their arrows.

The Iberian army's armory contained a complete arsenal of siege equipment, including a large number of light catapults and ballistas. Knowing the situation, Condé immediately decided to use these catapults to avenge his allies. The Earl of Lancaster felt bad at the sight of the siege engines, and the Zignans fired frantically at them in an attempt to prevent the Falencians from using them. However, even if the range of the two sides is equal, it is obviously impossible to destroy those weapons with bows and arrows in front of the prepared enemy forces at such a long distance. The Earl of Lancaster then organized the Herz to launch a charge, wanting to capture the catapults and ballistas, but how could the Hertzians, who had already been killed by David Adan at the gates of Langcados, regain their confidence in the 34th Regiment, which also belonged to the Third Legion?

After repelling the mercenaries' dying throes, the catapult threw fireballs that turned the Zignates' position into a scorched hell. The lightly armored longbowmen were either smashed into pulp or ignited by the fire into a humanoid fireball. The Pharisees were constantly firing ammunition at the last stubborn enemy positions, and everyone was personally involved in the firing, and the Phariseans felt unusually happy from top to bottom to see the enemy who had killed and wounded many of their comrades finally fall into destruction. They attacked so violently that more than a dozen catapults were destroyed by their rough use.

When the mercenaries were completely destroyed by this rain of artificial fire, Condé led his soldiers into the enemy position. The Zignerians should be thankful that Sogrande's orders have reached Condé, or they will not escape the embrace of death. The Falencians took the dying Earl of Lancaster and the remaining Signarian knights prisoner.

By the time Prince Henry reached a dirt slope near the Iberian camp, it was nearly noon and the main battle had ended. Although there was some sporadic resistance, a great victory for the Farensi army was a foregone conclusion. The Zignates looked out over a devastated battlefield littered with tattered blackened wood, tent cloth, and flags. The entire ground was stained with an eerie black, as if it had been boiled and evaporated. There was a pungent smell of burnt paste in the air, mixed with a strong smell of blood, which was disgusting.

"Is this the wrath of Thorgrande Leus?" Prince Henry said to himself.