Black Iron Crown

The fight had been going on for over an hour as the clock ticked.

The weather in summer is as moody as a child, and it might rain like a prank at any time.

The sky at this time was already very gloomy, and coupled with the wreckage and corpses all over the ground, there was a kind of ghost-like depression.

"boom!"

A flash of lightning appeared in the sky where the dark clouds gradually gathered, and then a chest-thinning thunder exploded between the sky and the earth.

Feeling the tearing pain in his chest, Grand Duke Mabula slowly raised his head to look at Count Farrant in disbelief.

He lowered his head and glanced at his chest again, where a broken gun head suddenly appeared.

He pointed at Frante and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but the severe pain made him unable to speak a word.

As the blood flowed away, a sense of powerlessness gradually came over him, his pupils began to dilate, and he fell headfirst, falling off the horse's back.

"Hey..." There was an unconscious voice in his throat, lying on the ground and looking up at the sky.

Grand Duke Mabula seemed to have hallucinations in front of his eyes. He seemed to see the old emperor and Grand Duke Leiwen when he was young.

"Brother Caffett, Brother Raven..." Grand Duke Mabula's pupils became more and more dilated, and he felt his eyelids getting heavier.

"You... have you come to find me?"

Grand Duke Mabula whispered in his mouth: "It's time to go..."

After Grand Duke Mabula fell from his horse, the subordinates beside him lost all fighting spirit in an instant. They didn't even have the slightest thought of avenging Grand Duke Mabula, so they ran away.

Frante glanced at Duke Mabula who fell on the ground, and then shouted loudly: "Duke Mabula is dead!"

The knights beside him followed Farrant, running back and forth on the battlefield, shouting the news of the death of Grand Duke Mabula together.

Earl Lorance saw all this, and he also shouted frantically: "Duke Mabula is dead! Everyone stop resisting immediately!"

"You have failed! Put down your arms!"

Hearing the news of the death of Grand Duke Mabula,

It took only a moment to suppress the rebels before they completely collapsed.

The soldiers who attacked the enemy head-on dropped their weapons and gave up resistance.

Despair began to spread rapidly, and in just a few minutes, all the soldiers put down their weapons.

The battle ended at this moment. These brave northern fighters seemed to have been drained of all their strength at this moment. They knelt on the ground and waited for the enemy to bind them.

Of course, there were still a small number of soldiers who surrendered, and most of them were still running around, hoping to escape from this terrible place.

Listening to the news of Duke Mabula's death echoing on the battlefield, the soldiers resisting the enemy's reinforcements also collapsed. Most of them died under the enemy's swords and spears.

After being blocked for so long, the enemy already hated them so much that almost none of them turned into corpses.

Earl Aarburg was covered in blood. He looked at more and more enemies around him, and forced a smile on his face.

"Haha...hahaha..." Earl Aarburg, who was usually extremely arrogant, seemed to be crazy, and let out a sharp laugh like a night owl.

"The descendants of the Moland family will never yield!"

Earl Aarberg roared as he watched the enemy soldiers surrounding him, took off his helmet and threw it on the ground.

He took off the helmet, revealing his long golden hair, which is the unique light golden color of the Moreland family, and he is proud of it.

Earl Aarburg raised his long sword full of gaps and curly blades, showing his white teeth, and rode his horse towards the enemy again alone.

Count Kafta was already tied up, but he was still struggling, and he was still muttering: "Damn it! You bastards! I'm a nobleman! I'm a count! You can't do this to me! Me, I demand treatment that matches my status!"

The battle ended soon, and there was a light rain from the sky. The body of Grand Duke Mabula had been put away, and the body of Yarburg, who had fought to death alone in front of the enemy, had also been put away.

His body had been dismembered into several sections and looked dilapidated.

In order to grab the credit, the soldiers of the rebel army greeted him with swords and spears one after another. Even if they restrained themselves, there were still some limbs that could not be put together.

"Well done Sir Frant! You have done a great job in this war!"

After the war, all the lords gathered together, and they expressed their appreciation to Sir Frant.

There is a great deal of discipline in this war that would have failed if he hadn't raided Duke Mabula in time.

Facing the appreciation from these lords, Sir Farrant just nodded slightly in response, and didn't say much.

After this battle, Frante's status has almost reached the level of Earl Lorrance.

Originally, the army he brought was an elite in full body armor, which made him treat him differently by other lords, but this time he completely overshadowed Earl Llorans and contributed to the victory of this war.

For a while, all the lords expressed their admiration for this young jazz.

Earl Lorrance walked up to Frante, forced a smile and said, "Your attack won us the victory. You are an out-and-out hero. I have never been stingy with rewards for heroes. Well, what kind of reward do you want to get?"

Hearing this, Frante glanced at him, didn't speak, turned around and left without saying a word, leaving only Earl Lorrance standing there in embarrassment.

"Pfft..." Some lords laughed in a low voice.

Earl Lorance's actions are really contemptible. He originally came here on behalf of a rebel force, and now you say you want to reward him, don't you just want to determine his dignity?

Looking at the demeanor and expressions of the other lords, Earl Lorrance's face was cloudy and cloudy, but he quickly returned to normal.

Seeing the pierced chest of the Grand Duke Mabula and the almost mutilated Earl Aarburg who was dismembered, Earl Lorance sighed softly: "They are all worthy of respect, but it is a pity that they stood on the opposite side of us. !"

"I hope that they can be buried as believers of the Holy Father and in a standard worthy of their titles!" Earl Lorrance looked at the other lords and said, "What do you think?"

The other lords nodded in agreement, and the contempt for Earl Lorrance's previous actions also disappeared.

As for the Count Kafta who voluntarily surrendered, they showed no mercy and hanged him directly in front of the gate of the Basin Fortress.

With the victory of this war, after the rebels rested in the Bassin Fortress for a few days, they continued to advance with all their might.

In the previous battle of Bassin Fortress, because their army suffered huge casualties and was on the verge of collapse, there were quite a few counter-rebel troops who escaped.

However, their harvest was also very great. The soldiers threw away all the armor and long swords on their bodies for the convenience of escaping, which made them all cheaper.

In addition, as the soldiers fled, the story of the Battle of Basin Fortress was also conveyed.

For a time, the entire empire was shocked three times a day, and the death of Grand Duke Mabula made everyone sigh.

Such a respected, respected, and illustrious old royal family died on the battlefield like this, and no one was not saddened by it.

In spite of his heartache, the name of Sir Frante spread throughout the empire, and even the banner of the blue-bottomed moonflower became famous within the empire.

Of course, this is not a good reputation. In addition to being good at fighting, Frante also has the title of a despicable and shameless person. Many people gritted their teeth with hatred for attacking the Grand Duke of Mabula.