Subsequently, the battle was initially won at a heavy cost under the command of McCrandell, but McCrandell was shot in the head by a ghost knight at the last moment, fell to the ground, fell into a coma, and the scene fell into chaos again.

The Knight of Enod rescued McClandall and fled the battlefield on horseback......

McCrandell dreamed of cracked stone ceilings, smelled blood, feces, and burnt flesh, the air was filled with spicy smoke, people were moaning and whimpering all around, screaming in pain from time to time, he wanted to move, but found that he was so thick that he burst into tears, I was crying?

But he must not let Lord Randall see it, but he was in so much pain that he was so weak that he didn't have the strength to moan, so he could only lie down with his eyes closed and wait, and someone nearby cursed the gods repeatedly in a thick voice, listening to these words, he wondered that his time of death was near. After a while, the room faded away.

Then he found himself outside the city, walking in a world without color, and the ravens spread their broad black wings and flew in the gray sky, and as he moved, they rose up like raging dark clouds, and corpses were scattered all over the ground. The sun shone like a blazing white coin on the charred wrecks of a shipwreck on a gray river, wisps of black smoke and pure white ash rose from the cremation pile, and my masterpiece, McLandall's mind buzzed, they died at my command.

The world was silent at first, but after a while the dead began to speak, soft and terrible, they sobbed and groaned, they prayed for death, they cried for help, he walked alone in the gray shadows, full of thoughts......

So many dead, so many, so many. Their bodies were lifeless, their faces sluggish, stiff, swollen, horrified, unrecognizable. The armor is scarred and riddled with holes, and the clothes are torn and torn and ragged, so why should I kill them? I knew it before, but now I can't say it.

When he woke up again, it was already dark, but after a while, the outline of the bed blurred around him, and he could see the carved bedpost, and the fluffy canopy above his head, the soft bed underneath him, and the fur pillow behind his head, this was not my own bed, I did not sleep in my own bed, this was not my own room, not the prime minister's room!

It was warm inside the bed, and there was a lot of fur and blankets to cover it, sweat? I was in a fever, he thought dizzily, so collapsed, even the movement of his hand provoked pain all over his body, so he gave up his efforts, and his whole body lost sensation. How did I get here? He struggled to recall. Fragments of the battle flashed sporadically in my mind, and the battle by the river, constantly rushing to kill, was knocked down by the inner ghost knight......

This time he dreamed that he was attending a feast, a feast of celebration in the hall, where he sat on a high platform, and people raised their glasses to cheer him, saluted the heroes, and sang the praises of his heroic deeds to the music played by his bards, and even Lord Randall smiled approvingly.

He woke up in the darkness again, facing the empty and cold room, the bed curtain was lowered again, something was not quite right, something had changed, but he could not say why, he was alone, pushed the blanket away, tried to sit up, but the pain was so great that he soon had to stop moving, and gasped for breath rapidly. The pain in his face was the mild, the pain in the right half of his body was incomparable, and every time he raised his hand, he felt a tingling pain in his chest. What the hell is wrong with me? He tried to think about it, and the battle scene was like a dream......

He thought of his beloved beauties, but for a moment their faces faded and melted into tears, and even then he could hear her distant faint voice, calling his name.

“…… Can you hear me, my lord? My lord? Mike Mike? Prime Minister? My lord? ”

He broke free from his chaotic sleep and saw a soft face above his head, and he returned to the damp and cold room, surrounded by ripped down curtains, a face that was not them, too round, and with a slender beard.

"Are you thirsty, sir? I've got honey for you, delicious honey. You don't move, no, be quiet, you need to rest. "He's holding a spoon and honey water on the other.

As the man leaned over, McClandell grabbed his clothes and tugged at him desperately.

The man let go of his hand and sprinkled all the honey on the blanket.

"Don't! No! He said hoarsely, so hoarse that he didn't know if he had actually spoken, but he must have said it, for the man choked up and replied, "Let go, please, sir...... You have to drink it, otherwise the wound will be more painful...... Don't, let it go, don't ......"

When McCrandell let go, his face had turned purple, and the attendant flinched back, panting hard, his eyes even whiter, and his expression panicked.

McLandall raised his hand and motioned, removing his hard hood, and he gestured again and again.

"You...... Mistress Mack, you want to get rid of the bandages, do you? ”

The attendant finally said, "But I don't ...... This...... It's unwise, Mistress Mack, you haven't healed yet, and the Queen Mother will ......"

When it comes to Innie Randall, McLandall can't help but be furious, then, you are also her person? He pointed at his attendant, then clenched his hands into a fist.

The attendant swallowed, "I...... I will carry out the orders of the adults, definitely, definitely, but ...... It's not wise, your hurt ......"

"Quick! Do! This time his voice was a little louder.

The attendant bowed, left the room, and returned with a slender knife, a basin of water, a pile of soft cloths, and a few bottles.

McClandell squirmed upwards for a small moment, leaning back on the pillow and half-sitting.

The squire kept him absolutely still, and at the same time reached the tip of the knife to the bottom of his chin, sawing the hood steadily, and with a slight stroke, the Queen Mother Innie Randall could get rid of me forever, McLandall thought to himself, the blade cut through the stiff linen, just above the throat, and the squire looked a little timid and hesitant.

Fortunately, this squire was a little afraid of him, even though he had been bought by Inni Randall at this time, he was still his squire, he was just a cowardly puppet of Innie Randall's men.

It didn't take long for his cheeks to feel a chill, and the pain was still there, but he tried his best to ignore it, and the attendant threw away the hard bandage with the plaster, "Don't move, let me clean the wound for you, it may be a little stinging." ”

The attendant warned as he moistened a soft cloth with the smell of mashed herbs with potion and wiped McClandall's face.

It was not only a little stinging, but the soft cloth passed through it as if it were burning on fire, especially the nose, as if it was being poked and twisted by a burning stick. He clutched the sheets, inhaled deeply, and managed not to scream.

It's wise to keep a little hood first, my lord, but now the wound is still clean, it was the Knight of Enod who saved you and sent you back, at that time your wound was dirty and smelly, and a rib was broken, you must feel it, I don't know who smashed it, or it was caused by a fall, it's hard to say, you were also hit by an arrow in the arm, just where the shoulder and hand meet, the wound showed signs of necrosis, and I was worried that I would have to amputate your limb! But we treated it with medicinal wine first, and it seemed to heal cleanly......"

"What about the Knight of Enold?" McLandall gasped and looked up, "What about the others?" ”

It was obvious that Knight Enod was not by his side, and now he did not have any sense of security, just now he vaguely smelled a sense of crisis, and it would be easy for Enni Randall to get rid of him at this time.

The squire blinked. "Huh? Knight Enod was invited by the Empress Dowager Inni Randall because of his meritorious service in saving the adult, and I heard that he was to be commended. ”

"Commendation?" McLandall asked rhetorically.

"Yes, we have won a great victory, my lord, the enemy forces that Jocris's camp attacked Dubrovnik have all been annihilated by us, Dubrovnik has restored peace, they have suffered heavy losses, their vitality is greatly damaged, and a small number of people are said to have been chased by the cavalry of Lord Randall and Lord Cassadine on the way back to Chris's territory, Lord Randall and Lord Cassadine have also returned to Dubrovnik, Jocrith and Kreshion have ordered the entire line to retreat."

Sure enough, as McLandall expected, if they win a big battle and win this rebel war, then he has no use value, and he has become the biggest obstacle for those who aspire to the great power of the royal family, and those who want to take these away from him, this is another war!

Eni Randall must have bought off his squire to make sure he never came back this time, didn't he?

"Send me back." McLandall ordered, "I'm going back to my own bed, my own room!" "What if...... If you can find someone you can trust.

"Your own ...... My lord, this can't be. It was the Prime Minister's room. ”

"I ...... It is...... Imperial Prime Minister. Trying to speak exhausted McClandall, and what he heard confused him even more.

The attendant said with a bitter face: "No, my lord, I ...... You have been seriously injured and in a coma for the past few days, and you are on the verge of death, and your father has taken over the responsibility, and Lord Tyne Randall ......"

"He's already taken over the prime ministership here?"

"This is a great victory, and now Lord Randall has moved into the Prime Minister's room, assisting His Majesty King Robert to set things right, God bless!"

"God forbid?" McCrandell repeats hollowly, damn inner ghost! Damn Innie Randall! Damn Tyne Randall! Damn right!

McCrandell then was silent for a moment, "Find him, bring him, Knight Enold!" ”

"Yes, my lord, I'll try to get the Knight of Enod as I can."

By the time the squire left, McLandall was completely exhausted, so he lay back and closed his eyes, wondering if he would never wake up again next time.