Chapter 68 Viglic III(5)

But his shortness of breath seemed to be due to intoxication from drinking too much alcohol.

Kondrade Wilk roared angrily, without armor or his horned helmet.

Mang Xiong held the war hammer in both hands and struck the black-armored soldier's breastplate with a horizontal slash. The heavy blow directly shattered his chest.

His son Mirosla holds a five-foot sword and can suppress three people by himself, no less than his father Mang Xiong.

However, the number of black-armored soldiers only increased. They surrounded the Wilk family heavily, and the speed of the giant hammer in Condrad Wilk's hand became slower and slower.

The shaggy knight Urban Dorak wielded his sword with one hand and kept testing the wild bear.

Konrad Wilk's movements gradually became cumbersome, completely different from the swiftness he had shown in the morning's duel with Marius Jagolon.

Despite this, he, his son, and the other Ironhoofs formed an impenetrable iron wall between the soldiers and the Wilke wife and two daughters.

But it was only a matter of time before they were captured or killed. The black-armored soldiers had already blocked their retreat.

"Your Majesty!" Sigmund Mirian almost cried, "This is all a mistake!"

Lozalia's expression was indifferent, but Viglic knew clearly that she was enjoying the blood and howling.

When the crazy wheel of ambition begins to spin, only destruction and finality can stop it.

"Remember your oath, Lord Sigmund." Lozalia said.

"I swore to your father that I would spare no effort to assist the king of Vivalia." Sigmund Mirian's face was twisted, and his voice became shrill with sorrow and indignation.

"But a true king would not do this. She would not betray her oath, let alone poison her vassals cruelly."

"Watch your words, Lord Sigmund." Lozalia warned him. "All families need to be responsible for the death of grandfather."

"Revenge by killing innocent people?" Sigmund Milian asked. "Most of the Dukes were still children when King Rezad was assassinated. Even Jacek Piasik was still a child."

Not born!"

"Lozalia, this is not like you at all!" Diya said fearfully, "Grandpa would not want you to avenge him like this."

"That means you don't understand me at all, my dear sister." Lozalia replied.

"She wants to replace the dukes." Vigrich explained to Sigmund and Dia, who had not yet understood Lozalia's true intentions. "It's so stupid!"

If Lozalia wanted to use this method to get rid of the control of the dukes, she would be totally wrong.

She is only paving the way for the rise of other families. If these dukes are eradicated, other families will replace them.

Their roots are strong, and Lozalia's scythe can cut through the influence of more than a hundred years.

"I still count on your help, Your Majesty Vigrych," Lozalia said.

"Victory piling up the corpses of your own soldiers and enemies will only bring more tragedies and hatred filled with blood. You are starting a war for blood, and it will never bring you lasting peace."

Wiggerich replied.

Lozalia responded to Viglic with a disdainful smile. Of course the little queen in front of him would not understand these principles.

The Hairy Knight finally caught the Rough Bear's flaw in the battle of attrition. He lowered his body to avoid the cumbersome slash, and slashed Konrad Wilk's left thigh with his sword.

The wild bear yelled and staggered back two steps.

The number of white iron hoofs is also decreasing. The more than twenty people who were still fighting bloody battles just now have less than ten left.

Mirosla Wilk was like a wild boar surrounded by hounds, pinned down by a spear and cornered.

I saw him deflecting the stabbing attack on his head, but his calf was pierced at the same time.

Mirosla let out a cry of pain and fell to his knees.

"Don't kill my son!" Conrad Wilk begged. He threw away the war hammer in his hand, lowered his bald head and knelt on the ground to admit defeat.

"Stop!" Sigmund Mirian ordered desperately. "Your Majesty, please show mercy. This is enough. They have surrendered!"

Rozalia rarely agreed. She ordered the black-armored soldiers to imprison the surrendered Wilk family, and her madness finally came to an end.

"Father, mother!" Zhuo Ke pushed away the black-armored soldiers in front of him with his long sword and greeted them across the long table.

"Have you found Allen?" Dia asked eagerly.

"No," Zhuo Ke walked up to them, his head covered with sweat. "There are these damn soldiers everywhere. I can't see anyone else. Are you okay? What happened here?"

"Crazy move," Viglic replied.

Why did Allen disappear at this time? His heart beat faster. This was the first time he felt so panicked.

Not long ago, everything was under his control. Now, he has almost no control over anything.

"His Majesty Viglic and I were just talking about our wedding, Your Highness Zhuo Ke." Lozalia said jokingly, "I have agreed to marry you."

"Did you order the arrest of these dukes and their families?" Zhuo Ke asked vigilantly.

"They are people who have committed treason." Lozalia said.

Zhuo Ke looked at Viglic blankly, as if waiting for his answer.

Lozalia left him no other choice, and the Dukes of Vivalia considered him an enemy.

"Let's go back to Madkarin." Viglic said decisively, "Go in the direction of Black Castle, ride to Eagle Harbor City and then change to a fast boat to return to Madkarin."

He would not allow himself to be taken advantage of by a damn little girl, let alone be defeated by her.

"Go back to Madkarin?" Dia asked in surprise, "What about Alan? What about Monty?"

"Mondy? What's wrong with Monty?" Zhuo Ke's eyes widened.

"He was taken hostage by the Mostek family." Viglic answered him stiffly.

"We need to rescue him!" Zhuo Ke said anxiously, "I will find a fast horse. Where did the Mostek family go? I will catch up with them soon."

"Calm down!" Viglic scolded. Although his mind was in a mess, he knew he must go back.

The governors of Quietpop and Dragonspine Provinces should have prepared their armies. Viglic only needs to return to Madkarin and stand still while watching the Korva family of Lozaria fight with the Dukes.

In the civil war, it is enough to run out of oil.

But what about Monty? By the gods, he would never sacrifice his son for the sake of this kingdom. All he needs is more time,

"I guarantee with my life that I will bring Monty back!"

"Zhuo Ke, come back! Damn it, come back here!"

Zhuo Ke couldn't listen to what Viglic said. He rushed to a black-armored soldier on his horse and pushed him off. He waved his sword wildly to push back the surrounding soldiers before riding away.

"Edgar, bring your best men and bring Zhuo Ke back to Madkarin. You must protect him!" Viglic ordered Edgar Dorman, one of the few people who still listened to him.

The person who speaks.

The chief of the guard bowed and accepted the order, and immediately prepared to set off with a dozen of his men.

"Your Majesty Viglic, Zhuo Ke is already twenty-six years old. It's time for him to make his own decisions," Lozalia said.

"You are not qualified to preach to me." Viglic stared at her fiercely, "King Izdor has let you make the decision a long time ago. Look what you have become now."

"I am not the one who is passive and has no control now, Your Majesty Vigrych." Lozalia replied with a smile.

"I will join you in this war." Viglic asked Lozalia in a threatening tone, "Keep my sons safe."

"Of course, Your Majesty Viglic." Lozalia looked at him with a victor's attitude, "For our kingdom."

On this scarlet grassland, blood lilies have quietly bloomed.
Chapter completed!