Black Iron Crown

"Damn it!"

Earl Antal gritted his teeth fiercely and cursed.

This battle failed inexplicably. He didn't do anything, but led the knights to attack the enemy's formation. Unexpectedly, after he realized that the horses lost speed and withdrew, he was already defeated like a mountain.

The rest of the lords were also dejected, looking embarrassed.

In their view, such a battle should be a complete victory.

Although the number of enemy troops is much larger than their own, their combat effectiveness is not very good, not to mention that they have just experienced defeat, so they should not have the courage to fight against themselves.

Suffering such a fierce counterattack was beyond everyone's expectation.

"It must be admitted that Earl Rainer is right!"

Earl Meryl walked to Earl Antal's side and said with a sigh.

"Yes, go back, back to Castlen Castle..."

The rebels on the other side are already cleaning up the battlefield.

The anti-rebel army lost nearly 2,000 corpses on their expertise, which meant that more than a thousand sets of armor were abandoned. They happily stripped the armor from the corpses and put it in their pockets.

"Lord Earl, we have seized a batch of food from the enemy, which is probably enough for our entire army to feed for five days!" A servant walked up to Earl Lorrance.

After saying this, he leaned into Earl Lorrance's ear and whispered, "But if it's just us, it's enough for us to go back to the territory!"

"Well... I see!" Earl Lorrance nodded, and then said: "Call all the lords here, and continue with the previous topic!"

Seeing that Earl Lorrance didn't immediately adopt his suggestion, the servant walked out with a look of disappointment, and went to gather the rebel lords.

Half an hour later, the lords of the rebel army came to Earl Llorance one after another.

Each of them is sweating profusely. It is very hot in the south in August. Even if they have adapted to this temperature, sweating is unavoidable.

Watching Earl Lorrance get off his horse and hand over the reins to a servant behind him, the rest of the lords also got off their horses and gathered together.

"Now, we have good news and bad news!"

"The good news is that we have seized a batch of food from the invading enemy!"

After hearing this, the rebel lords couldn't help laughing immediately, and finally had food to eat!

Only Frant kept her expression on her face. Of course, no one could see her expression as she was wearing the helmet all the time.

"Well, what's the bad news?" Farrant asked.

"Good question..." Earl Lorance said with a long sigh, "The bad news is that the food is only enough for all of us for five days..."

"Five days...?"

The mood of these lords immediately fell to the bottom.

What is five days enough for?

Even Fort Creek, which is the closest to here, is more than 300 kilometers away. Even at full speed, it will take at least fifteen days to reach it. What about the remaining ten days?

"This... what can we do!" The rebel lords panicked again.

"Damn it, if it hadn't been for Sir Farrant . . . "

A lord spoke in a low voice.

"That is, if he had been able to eliminate Earl Rainer back then, we wouldn't have been defeated!"

"Hey! What are you talking about? How many times have you said it? Haven't you seen Earl Reiner's strength on the battlefield?"

"That is, Sir Frante has just led us to victory in this battle, are you starting to be ungrateful now?"

After hearing this, Earl Lorrance's expression changed slightly.

The Duke of Ans was keenly aware of the change in Earl Lorrance's expression, so he said eccentrically, "Yes, he led us to win this battle!"

Earl Lorrance frowned and looked at him.

The Duke of Ans, as if he didn't see it, continued to praise.

"Sir Farrant's performance in this battle is really great. If it weren't for her, we might have lost the battle!"

"Yes! You are right, we can still stand here and talk, all thanks to Frante!"

A lord stood up and agreed, and gave Frante a friendly look.

Frank nodded slightly, but felt something was wrong.

I saw the Duke of Ans smiled strangely, and then went on to say: "But think about it, if Sir Frant eliminated Earl Rainer at that time, all these things would not be forensically proven. Ultimately, the culprit of our defeat It's Sir Farrant!"

"The series of things in the forensic evidence are all caused by Sir Farrant, but you are now grateful to him? It's ridiculous!"

"You! You fart!" Baron Lindauer pointed angrily at the gray-haired Duke of Ans in front of him, and cursed.

"Isn't this the truth?" Duke Ans sarcastically said.

"Okay!" Earl Lorrance smiled and raised his hand and said, "Stop arguing, so what if it is Sir Frant's responsibility? We have already reached this situation, so we should stop infighting and forgive Fran sir!"

"Then what should we do now? Five days of food will not be able to support us back to the territory!"

Hearing these words, Earl Lorrance groaned slightly.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, glanced at everyone present, and said slowly: "Let's... negotiate a peace..."

As soon as these words came out, it was like throwing a high-explosive bomb in the field, causing a huge commotion in an instant.

"What? How can we make peace with those damn Molanders?"

"They...they are victors, will they be willing to keep peace with us?"

"I will never make peace with the damned Merland! It's impossible!"

"Is there any other way for us?" Earl Lorrance waited and looked at the lords, and shouted: "Even if we forcefully return to the territory along the way, how many people will fall down if we forcefully return?" On the way? Who can guarantee that Moland will not send people to attack us in the next time?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone fell silent instantly. This was a cruel fact that they had to face.

"But...even if we negotiate a peace, so what?"

"We can make demands with them, and we can even announce that we will submit to the Moreland family again. People in Moreland have always been arrogant and arrogant. If they get the honor of "judgment", they might really provide us with food! "

"What's more, even if they don't give us food, we can still keep from being attacked for a certain period of time!"

"And besides us, the lords in the west have also rebelled."

"They must be returning home now, as long as we seize the opportunity, it is very likely that we will get part of the food from them!"

The rebels were discussing a lot, and Kasorlun Castle was also in chaos.

The lords who went out to pursue the enemy returned in defeat, and the remaining lords were unsurprisingly ridiculed.

Just when an internal fighting was about to break out in the castle, a bad news woke everyone up.

The dark curse of the devil broke out!

From the symptoms Reiner described, it is known that this... is the plague.