Imperial Crown

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The Marquis of Aragon was completely at a loss in the face of this situation.

When he saw Lancha charging at him, he was still laughing at Lancha's impulsiveness.

Do you really think that just because you have been with the Eagle Army for a while, the group of traitors you lead will also be the Eagle Army?

Then, what happened next was a scene that left him dumbfounded.

The rain of arrows was useless. The soldiers of the Independent Legion rushed forward roaring and full of blood like the legendary berserkers.

The formation just formed was like a piece of crispy cake, which shattered into pieces when touched.

By the time Aragorn reacted, it was too late.

His soldiers ran backwards and attacked his main camp, which in turn caused panic among the following soldiers.

In the history of war, Aragon often saw the term "domino effect" in large-scale battles.

It is used to describe the posture of an army in defeat.

It spread from one point to the entire army, and finally could no longer be contained.

There has never been a precedent of an army that has been defeated in this way being able to reorganize effectively in a short period of time.

"Help me, don't kill me—"

"Don't block the road!! Get out of the way!!!"

"The power of the devil, they are cursed by the devil!!"

The screams and curses of the fleeing soldiers filled his ears. Even if Aragorn's guards drew their weapons and killed the fleeing soldiers one by one, they still could not stop their retreat, and they could not even make them take a detour.

Aragorn knew that he had to go.

"Pass my order, retreat——"

His face was not looking good, and the action of turning the horse's head was inevitably a bit rough, causing the warhorse under his crotch to let out an unhappy whine.

Aragorn whipped his horse hard to vent his anger, and his face became even gloomier.

Failure itself is nothing. Most of the troops below are not his anyway, so if they die, they die.

What really distressed Aragorn was that he had been trying to please Quentin, and Raven had clearly reached the end of his road. Now was the time to divide the cake, but he had to withdraw sadly and watch helplessly as the benefits were given to others.

I'm not willing to accept this!

His entire team was in chaos, with the front and back crowded together. Even with his personal soldiers guarding on the side, they still retreated very slowly.

Aragorn said impatiently: "Don't hesitate, kill everyone who stands in your way!"

Following Aragorn's orders, the guards began to kill their own allies, whether they were retreating or being crushed and unable to move by the chaos.

This was indeed a good decision, at least it allowed Aragorn's horse to move forward.

But at the same time, a fatal mistake was made.

Aragorn is not Raven, and his army is not the Eagle Army. He has never had experience in large-scale pursuit of enemies.

If he had, he would know that when faced with a defeated army, he could drive them away, divide them, and then defeat and kill them one by one, but he must not force them into a desperate situation where they could neither escape nor hide.

A person can do anything to survive.

What's more, although the soldiers around Aragon were all cavalry, they could not move at all in the sea of ​​people.

Soon, casualties began to appear.

One of the guards was dragged off his horse by a group of fleeing soldiers.

But the personal soldier was wearing full body plate armor after all, so even after falling to the ground, he did not die immediately. The group of irrational fleeing soldiers completely regarded him as an outlet to vent their anger!

"Sir, save me! Sir!!!"

Muffled sounds and screams began to echo, causing the soldiers around Lagun to show expressions of pity.

We have been traveling a lot during the past three months, and the friendship we have developed is very deep.

Aragorn didn't care about that. Seeing that the advancement speed was not as fast as he wanted, he frowned and the nobleman's usual temper flared up:

"Don't worry about him, he's incompetent and deserves to die!"

"You are my personal soldiers, your mission is to take me back!!"

"If I get hurt by these bastards, none of you will ever get away with it!"

The bodyguards fell silent and continued to clear the way for Aragorn. Under the knights' swords, blood and corpses were trampled on the ground.

The originally crowded vision gradually became clear, and Aragorn finally saw the edge of the battlefield - now he just needed to hurry up, rush out of here, and enter from the northwest gate of the Blue Castle, and he would be safe!

However, at this moment, the warhorse under his crotch suddenly let out a whine, stood up, and threw the unsuspecting Aragorn off its top!

There was an enchanted sword lying on the ground, and it was obvious that the hind legs of his horse had been cut off by the thrown sword. Blood spurted out from the broken leg, making Aragorn swallow a large mouthful of horse blood.

"Pooh, pooh, pooh!!!" Aragorn struggled to stand up, spitting the smelly and disgusting horse blood onto the ground, and subconsciously called out the name of the guard who had followed him the longest:

"Az, how did you do this? Help me get on the horse!"

The guard who was about to reach out to help him froze and retracted his hand:

"My Lord, Arthur, is dead."

After saying that, he suddenly squeezed the horse's belly and rushed forward.

Aragorn cursed loudly: "Damn it, come back... come back!!!"

But none of his personal soldiers were willing to turn back.

The nobles were all mean, ungrateful, cold-blooded and selfish, especially Aragorn. It would have been better if he had not fallen to the ground, but now that he has fallen to the ground injured, I'm afraid none of the guards around him will escape punishment.

It would be better to let Aragorn stay here, at least they still have time to escape.

"Just wait... When I return to the Blue Castle, you will all be hanged, hanged!" Ragon cursed and staggered forward.

A sharp pain ran through his calf, causing him to kneel suddenly on the ground!

Looking down, he saw a spear flashing with cold light piercing through his leg armor. The one-foot-long spear tip almost nailed his calf to the ground!

Aragorn, who had lived a life of luxury, had never suffered such a hardship in his life. The screams were almost squeezed out of his throat:

"oh--!!!"

“Ah~——”

The second cry was accompanied by a hint of relief, for the spear had been pulled out.

"Very good, you caught me. I am the Marquis of the Duchy. You have done a great deed!" Aragon was reserved about his status and turned around:

"Now, I need someone who is worthy of aristocratic status..."

"Lancha? Is that you?"

Aragorn was stunned for a moment, then he smiled with relief: "Oh, this is great. I have to say that your Chemanli family is smart. You bet on both sides. It will benefit you no matter which side wins."

"Since you are here, it's easy to talk. Hurry up and call a few people to take me back, and find two priests to treat my injuries. You are really a person who doesn't care about the severity of the situation. If you had told me earlier, I would have stopped."

"Alright, if Raven loses, I promise to speak well of you in front of the Grand Marshal and I will not hold you responsible."

Aragorn's voice became smaller and smaller, because he found that the anger on Lancha's already tense face became more and more obvious, and his brow bones, which were as high as those of an orangutan, were tightly knitted into lumps.

"Don't you feel ashamed?" Lancha raised his spear and struck Aragorn's throat:

"After so many things that happened, you can still say such things now!?"

Aragorn asked in confusion: "What is wrong with you?"

"You have to understand that it is Raven who is going to lose now. Your victory over me here will have no impact on the overall situation!"

"Or do you think the benefits I gave you are not enough? Frank, who had no real evidence, was convicted of treason. It's great that you can get away with it!"

"If you still think it's not enough, how about this? I will not only help you get rid of the crime, but also help you deal with your brother and help you inherit the family title? But in this way, you have to give me a share of the output of the Bolan Gold Mine in the future!"

Lancha's cheeks twitched and his wrists trembled a little.

He had indeed betrayed the Duchy of Eivor, but he still couldn't accept Aragorn's attitude!

Fowler, Frank... How many people have sacrificed their lives for the principality?

And Lancha's father, Earl Tudor - he had a chance to live.

In the end, he committed suicide!

And the high-ranking nobles in the Duchy of Eivor that they were protecting turned out to be of such character!

The question came out of his mouth: "Besides interests, don't you have anything else in your mind!?"

"The victory of the principality, the glory of the nobility, the pity and shame of being a human, can these be sold!?"

"Huh?" Aragorn almost laughed, looking at Lancha as if he were a talking bear in a circus.

It turns out that there are such people in the world! ?

Du Duo is not that kind of person. How could he raise such a stupid guy?

Such an upright nobleman looks like he came out of a history book!

However, this kind of guy is easy to deal with - don't you claim to be morally upright? Then let me peel off your hypocritical face!

"Lancha, ha, I didn't expect you could teach me a lesson!"

"Yes, I did do something wrong. I was not good at leading troops. You and your 5,000 traitors defeated us."

"But do you think your father is different from me?"

"You probably don't know, but after Earl Wanda died, his family rushed to Bolan City with their property. But when we arrived in Bolan City, Earl Wanda's property had already been stolen. Who do you think did it?"

"Otherwise, even Fowler would not have been posthumously conferred the title of Marquis, while your Chemanli family still has not been conferred the title!"

"Also, why do you think your father, Earl Tudor, died?"

"It wasn't because he was so patriotic, but because he knew at that time that Raven's retreat was blocked. He wanted to take all the credit for the victory, but ended up failing. He also thought that Raven would definitely die at the hands of Palmer and Faraday, leaving him with no way out, so he died!"

Seeing the trembling on Lancha's arm becoming more and more obvious, Aragorn knew that he had done the right thing. He spread his hands and continued:

"And you! Others can say that I am incompetent in leading troops, but who are you to condemn me and look down on me? At least I didn't join Raven's army and point my blade at my own country!"

While Aragon was speaking, the area was gradually surrounded by soldiers of the Independent Legion, each of them staring at Aragon.

Someone stepped forward with a gun, wanting to kill Aragorn, but with a bang, Lancha knocked the weapon away.

A glimmer of joy flashed in Aragorn's eyes.

"Do you know why he wants to kill you?" Lancha asked.

Without waiting for Aragorn to speak, Lancha said:

"His name is David, and he lives at 47A Tanner Street, Boland."

"There were six people in his family, but only one died during the time you and Quentin ruled Bolan City. His father was the first to starve to death, followed by his grandfather, mother, and grandmother."

"His wife took their daughter and used the last money in the family to buy food, but the food was taken away by your soldiers. His wife was insulted, her breasts were cut off, and she bled to death."

"When David returned home, his 7-year-old daughter had been sold to the lowest brothel - he was lucky because at least someone in his family was still alive!"

"And there are more than 2,000 people like him in my team."

Lancha's voice was calm, but to Aragorn's ears, it sounded like thunder from a clear sky!

Glancing at the crowd that had gathered around him, he saw pairs of eyes.

There was only the most profound hatred in those eyes, as if they wanted to eat him alive!

"That... that's just a bunch of untouchables!" Aragorn was really panicked:

"Besides, aren't the ones besieging the city the Eagle Army? They also include you!"

"Indeed, I admit that I participated in the action of hoarding food in the city, but I was not the only one who did this! And Archibald and Quentin also did it!"

"Lancha, wait, what are you doing?!"

Lancha had already put away his spear and silently took two steps back:

"You are right. As a noble, I betrayed the Principality of Eivor. This is a stain that I cannot wash away even with a single word. I am not in a position to judge you."

"But blood revenge is a virtue even the Lord of Light praises. I have no right to deprive them of the right to revenge."

Aragorn was really panicked at this moment. He looked at the soldiers of the Independent Legion who surrounded him silently, and fear burst out from the bottom of his heart.

He hurriedly tried to stand up, but the wound on his leg made him kneel on the ground again. The wound burst open and blood oozed out. He begged loudly:

"Lancha, I know I was wrong! I was really wrong!"

"Take me away, don't leave me here, don't leave me here!"

Boom——

Aragorn's eyes went dark, and he felt his entire helmet tremble, and sticky blood instantly filled his nasal cavity.

Someone hit him on the head with a hammer!

"Get away...don't touch me..."

With blood choking in his throat, Aragorn wanted to resist, but his movements were like those of a drunk. In front of a group of resentful soldiers, he was as fragile as an irresistible girl.

His eyes lit up, and his scalp felt a sharp pain as someone roughly pulled off his helmet along with a tuft of hair.

Aragorn felt like a rag doll, being manipulated all over by the soldiers' rough hands and having his armor roughly stripped off.

Although it was summer, Aragorn felt cold all over.

puff--

Blood splattered, Aragorn arched his body in pain and opened his mouth, but it was immediately stuffed tightly with a blood-stained rag.

Next came the sword, the axe, the saber...

The soldiers' revenge was without measure, using whatever they had.

Soon, Aragorn was reduced to a rag bag, his limbs all becoming as tattered as cotton wool, his bones broken into dregs.

His chest was cut open and his ribs were broken, exposing his internal organs.

No one knows when Aragorn died.

Only someone heard a low whine coming from his throat when his jaw was smashed by the sledgehammer.

At the same time, some people saw that his heart stopped beating.

But no matter what, when his head was torn off and passed among the crowd, he must have been dead.

Lancha stood in the distance, gazing at the sky silently.

This was the first time since he joined the Church of Light that he did not pray for the dead souls.

Not far away, Earl Archibald was also observing the scene.

He couldn't see Aragorn's exact location, nor did he know what would happen to Aragorn - if he knew, he would only gloat over his misfortune.

There are already too many people vying for credit, the better to have one less.

Now, the southwest gate is slowly opening, and soon Quentin's army will leave the city and press forward to the Eagle Army.

The Imperial Guards have already entered the city from the northwest. As long as they come out from the southeast, they will not be attacked from two sides by the Eagle Army, but besieged from three sides!

"Thank you, Marquis of Aragon." Archibald smiled easily, "If it weren't for you, I might have been the one who collapsed."

Because when he saw the Eagle Army just now, he almost couldn't help but pounce on them.

Fortunately, Aragorn gave him a clear contrast, which made him give up the idea of ​​attacking.

He has already sent all the supervisory teams forward——

Just hold on tightly and wait, and the fruits of victory will fall into his mouth.

At the same time, Eric encountered a new crisis.

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