Why did the lord rebel

Chapter 231

The brilliance of the morning is slowly spreading over the tops of the sunset forest.

Victor Laurie used a mentor-level magic "Sweet Rain" to turn the clouds that covered the stars and moon last night into a drizzle of rain.

The raindrops extinguished the bonfires lit by the soldiers of Frost Maple Ridge and dispelled the smell of blood in the air.

When Karl Nolan, commander of the Earl of Halladine woke up, he saw the soldiers of Frost Maple Ridge loading the corpses of the Earl of Earl soldiers one after another onto the bullock cart, preparing to transport them back to Springleaf Town for burial.

In the turbulent battle last night, the well-equipped Shuangfengling soldiers basically suffered no casualties, but the regular Halladine army, which served as a shield for the boys of the pioneer army, sacrificed dozens of soldiers' lives;

In addition, there are hundreds of soldiers of the uncle, lying on the white cloth by the forest, wailing and moaning:
Without exception, they were all injured by the feathered arrows of the Enzie troll, and their bodies were poisoned by the "Sword Shanchuang". As for how long they can live, it can only depend on their own vitality and the arrangement of the goddess of fate.

The moaning and crying that filled his ears gave Commander Nolan a headache.

He reached out to hold his forehead, and then felt a palm pat on his shoulder.

"Commander Nolan, are you awake?" Knight Commander Aaron Cousins ​​of Frost Maple Ridge asked kindly.

"Hmm..." Nolan felt his mind was in a mess, and said in a daze, "I...I...why did I fall asleep?"

Cousins ​​praised Master Laurie's spiritual spell from the bottom of his heart, but his face was extremely serious:

"You may have been attacked by a forest troll's hypnotic potion last night... please rest assured that while you were asleep, the respected Lord Elliott Igor has already arranged the post-war affairs, and everything is under our control within!"

"War, after the war..." Commander Nolan murmured a few times, and finally recalled the scene of the night battle in the forest last night, and hurriedly twisted his neck and looked around.

Soon, he found the enemy of the "Halden-Igor" coalition forces in that battle:

The forest trolls of the Enziai tribe gathered on the other side of the clearing by the forest, standing or lying on the ground. Several shaman-like forest trolls were dancing with wooden masks, as if they were lying on the ground. The troll dead lift the soul;

On the muscular and green-skinned bodies of the trolls, the crystal raindrops are shining with the twilight of the morning;
If it weren't for most of the Enziai trolls, whose hands were tied behind their backs with ropes, Commander Nolan really wouldn't be able to see that these trolls with calm and serene expressions were captured after the battle——

——For some reason, Nolan always feels that the mood of these trolls seems to be much better than those of the soldiers of the "victors" who lost their companions?
Cavalier Commander Cousins, who noticed the gaze of Commander Nolan, kindly explained:
"Commander Nolan, these forest trolls have surrendered and returned to the people. Lord Igor specially granted them permission to save their souls according to the troll custom—as for the non-human race that committed the crime of rebellion, how should we deal with it?" , and wait for Lord Hallardine’s order.”

Nolan heard a name that could not be ignored casually.

"Yes, Earl... Where is the Earl now?" Commander Nolan looked around anxiously, trying to find his master.

"Commander Nolan, don't worry..." Knight Commander Cousins's kind voice was as warm as the spring breeze in the sunset forest, "According to the confession of the troll chief Bloodfang, the captured trolls you saw, They are all middle-aged combat population of the Enziai tribe. As for their old, young, sick, and disabled, they are all hidden in a cave at the foot of the mountain not far away—the Earl of Halladayne and the antidote for 'Jian Shan Chuang' are all in the Over there, we have sent people to rescue the count and bring back the antidote by the way."

"That's good, that's good..." Commander Nolan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that his master was safe and sound, but suddenly he became excited again, "These trolls are very cunning, and they won't cheat. Set up an ambush in the cave? Who did you send to rescue the count? Do you have enough manpower?"

"Don't worry!" Cavaliers Cousins ​​patted his chest loudly, "It's dear Sergeant Joyce Hallardine, and Chris Mann from our Igor Pioneering Army. Deputy Commander, we took the most elite Shuangfengling soldiers together! There will be absolutely no mistakes!"

"Joe, Joyce?!" Commander Nolan was taken aback, "Why did he go?"

Cavaliers Cousins ​​made a strong statement:

"Sergeant Joyce is not only a reliable officer of your country, but also a brother of the Earl. In addition, he performed outstandingly in the battle last night. We discussed it and decided that it would be perfect for him to lead the team to rescue the Earl. But that's all!"

What Cousins ​​said seemed to make sense, and Commander Nolan did remember that during the battle last night, he seemed to hear Joyce Hallardine rushing to the front and fighting bravely...

But why, I always feel weird in my heart?

Commander Nolan was still in a daze when he saw the young lord of Shuangfeng Ridge walking towards this side with the chief magister with a concerned expression on his face. He obviously wanted to express his condolences to this unfortunate man who had been attacked by trolls for a long time. The comatose commander is gone.

Nolan didn't have time to think about it anymore, and hurriedly patted his buttocks and stood up, brewing a whole set of polite words in his mind, such as thanking Shuangfengling for his great help this time, and "deepen the cooperation in the future".

……

In the cold and dark cave, there was an unpleasant rotten smell in the air.

Here is an extremely narrow space separated from the cave by a wooden fence with iron locks:

A slow-burning, crackling torch provides the only light source in this space—it is also because of the presence of the torch that we can see the primitive totems sketched with indigo plant paint on the rock wall.

The trolls of Enziai have always used this isolated space in the cave to imprison prisoners: in the past, it was the troll tribe who violated the family rules; in recent days, it was mainly captured human captives.

But this morning, there was only one prisoner in the simple "cell" of the Enzie troll.

The fat-headed Earl Hallardine was awakened from his nightmare by the sound of slightly hollow footsteps coming from a distance;
Then he recalled tremblingly that he was actually still in a nightmare.

Next to Earl Halladayne's head, there is a dirty and old wooden bowl, the vegetable leaves in it exude a disgusting sour smell-this is where Halladayne was taken away and imprisoned last night Afterwards, the trolls gave him the supper prepared by the "senior prisoner".

Earl Hallardine, who never tires of food and food, didn't even take a bite of this filthy bowl of troll food.

Therefore, as soon as he woke up, there were painful groans from his empty belly.

But hunger was the least of the problems facing Lord Hallardine.

Earl Hallardine, who is old and used to sleeping on a velvet bed, slept for a whole night on the cold and wet rocky floor of the forest cave, the old waist finally couldn't stand the torture and was declared useless: now he just lay motionless on the ground Suddenly, the Earl felt that his lumbar spine was about to break, and there was a piercing pain.

As for mobile?Earl Hallardine just bent over tentatively, and almost fainted because of the severe pain in his trunk.

With tears in his eyes, Earl Hallardine trembled and cursed a series of swear words that did not match his noble status.

The count swore secretly in his heart that if he could be saved one day, he would definitely destroy the gang of forest troll bastards who had killed thousands of knives!
By the way, there are other non-human races... The count gritted his teeth and thought, none of you forest bastards can escape...

The metal friction sound of the key being inserted into the iron lock interrupted the earl's imagining of the future and his joy.

The earl's insensitive ears heard the voice of a troll with a thick accent:

"Haldein is locked here, I opened the door for you..."

Then, another young voice with a slightly western accent:

"Fine, let's take him out."

The count shivered suddenly, and then wailed because of the severe pain in his waist;
But in the pain, the earl's heart almost burst out of his throat with joy——

— Human accents!It was a human accent that was speaking just now!
Thank you Holy Spirit!Someone really came to save me!
Then, under Earl Hallardine's expectant eyes, the wooden fences of the prison cell were slowly opened, and two humans walked in slowly.

Due to the sudden stimulation of the dazzling light, the count could only vaguely see at first that the person in charge was a young guy whom he didn't know. He was very smart and capable in his gray-black woolen coat that was ironed perfectly.

But the other... the other...

The count stared at the somewhat familiar face, which resembled himself but was much younger, for a long time, and finally cried out:
"Joe, Joyce!"

"Hello, dear cousin." Sergeant Joyce Hallardine glanced casually at the embarrassed earl on the ground, then turned to the young man in the woolen coat, and said with a humble smile, "That's great. , This is my cousin, yes, thank you very much, Commander Mann!"

"Uh...'Adjutant Commander'. Also, you can just call me 'Chris'." Chris Mann, the deputy commander of the Pioneer Army who came with Joyce, his face was a little red, "You don't have to be so polite……"

Joyce nodded with a smile, and was about to speak when Earl Halladayne shouted impatiently:

"Joyce! My dear Joyce! My good cousin! You are here to save me, aren't you! Hurry up, help me up, no... no, my waist..."

"Shut up." Joyce Halladine lowered his head and said casually to his cousin.

Earl Hallardine was dumbfounded, and the rest of the words stuck in his throat.

Chris looked down at the earl's mental state, then turned to Sergeant Joyce and said solemnly:

"Since the Earl has already found it, I will leave it to you to take care of the rest according to the Lord Lord's order."

"No problem, let Lord Igor wait for the good news!" Joyce patted his chest complacently, "Leave the matter of rescuing my cousin to me! Also, er, Chris, remember to close Down the door..."

Chris Mann nodded solemnly, saluted Frost Maple Ridge to Sergeant Joyce, then turned around and left through the cell door;
As he left, he closed the wooden barred door of the cell with his white-gloved hand.

Joyce Halladine stood still in place, listening to Chris's footsteps leaving the cave, and then hummed a little tune and turned to the Earl, squatting down in front of his cousin.

"I'm here to rescue you from the sea of ​​suffering," Joyce said with a playful smile, "my good brother."

"Jo...Joyce..." The earl reached out and grabbed his cousin's sleeve movedly, "Thank you, thank you, I really didn't expect that it was you who came to save me..."

"The one who saved you was Lord Igor of Frost Maple Ridge." Joyce smacked his lips humbly without taking any credit, and then stared at the desolate Earl Hallardine, and sighed, "St. God, my dear cousin, your situation is too miserable, you must have suffered a lot..."

Hearing these words, the count could no longer hold back his hot tears, rolling down his round cheeks:

"Joyce...Joyce...Don't worry, I'm fine...I'm fine...When I go back, those troll bastards will pay me back twice as much...They don't want us Halladine to suffer... …Holy Spirit, my brother, thank you, I love you so much...”

Joyce looked at his cousin's dusty cheek again, and tilted his head:
"By the Holy Spirit, 30 years ago, who would have imagined that you would suffer this kind of torture..."

"Three, 30 years ago?" Earl Hallardine, who was full of tears, couldn't help being stunned when he heard his cousin's inexplicable words.

"That's right, 30 years ago." Joyce grinned, "Didn't our Halladine family have a tradition of letting a fortune teller predict a child's future at a child's coming-of-age ceremony? Dear cousin, you are better than me. Ten years older, 30 years ago, when I was young, you should have been predicted by a fortune-teller at the coming-of-age ceremony, right? What did the fortune-teller say at that time?"

"Uh..." The earl didn't realize it, and subconsciously replied, "The fortune teller said that I will be rich and prosperous in this life..."

"Right, 'Glory and wealth!'" Joyce clapped his hands exaggeratedly, pointing to his cousin's dirty silk robes, "Who would have thought that such a thing would happen to you?"

The Count began to weep tremblingly again:

"It's all, it's all about those bastard troll bastards..."

Joyce rolled his eyes: "Speaking of which, dear cousin, do you know how fortune tellers predicted my life when I was an adult?"

"How did you predict it?" the earl asked stupidly.

A look of nostalgia appeared on Joyce's face:
"The fortune-teller said, I, Joyce Hallardine, is 'one man's glory must be sacrificed at the cost of thousands of people', but I don't agree--I think it's up to you to live or die if you come out to mess around Decide."

The count looked at his younger brother stupidly, with a dazed expression on his face.

"Let's just say that." Joyce rolled his eyes and stared down at his cousin, "When my uncle handed over the family to you, how much money was there in the family treasury? Thirty to forty thousand gold coins, right? ? Now? One thousand gold coins? Two thousand gold coins? How much of the Hallardine family's wealth have you fucking wasted these years? Thousands of gold coins? Tens of thousands of gold coins? You son of a bitch?"

The Count tremblingly wanted to speak, but couldn't find the right words.

"Your life is worth so much." Joyce pierced his cousin's heart with a dagger, and then avoided the blood that was pumped out while swearing.

He took out the wine jug from his waist and took a sip, threw away the dagger, and staggered out of the cave.

On the glade outside the cave, Chris Mann was waiting for him with folded arms, and the troll residents who were about to relocate.

Seeing Joyce walking out casually, Chris glanced at the dripping blood on his body:
"It's over?"

"It's over." Joyce Hallardine let out a long breath, then raised his head, blissfully bathed in the rays of sunlight that penetrated through the gaps between the branches and leaves of the Viper Sword fir, "it's dawn."

(End of this chapter)