kingnovel Chapter 462 Debts Must Be Repaid
Chapter 462 Debts Must Be Repaid
When Grunberudo returned to the camp with Dougal's headless body, the entire Grant camp was instantly in an uproar.
Especially the soldiers of the Sea Bear Tribe, they gathered around and pointed at the cold corpse, with flames of hatred and anger burning in their eyes.
"It was a good bargain for him. Gurenberudo smashed his head with one blow."
A burly sea bear soldier waved his axe with a look of unwillingness on his face. There were still scars from the battle on his arms, and blood oozed out, staining the cowhide arm guard red.
"If Captain Grunberdo hadn't acted so quickly, I would have picked up the axe and hit him a few more times to let him know how powerful our Sea Bear Tribe is!"
"Humph, he died pretty quickly after slaughtering so many of his people."
Another sea bear soldier narrowed his eyes and said coldly:
"In my opinion, we should capture him alive and make him into a blood eagle. Let him also have a taste of life worse than death, and avenge those tragic deaths of our people!"
His voice was full of resentment, as if Dougal's death could not calm the anger in his heart.
Everyone was talking at once.
Gulenberudo stood aside with an indifferent expression. He gently stroked the blood that had not yet dried on the hammer, as if he was recalling the thrilling blow just now.
He did not react much to the soldiers' discussions.
In his mind, even though Dougal had faced him head-on as a warrior before, he was still an enemy who deserved to be killed. Killing him with one blow was already the greatest respect for him.
At the same time, outside the window of the Count's castle, Carl listened quietly to the cheers coming from outside.
The cheers came like a tide, hitting his eardrums wave after wave.
He understood that the war was won, the enemy had been repelled, and the siege of the Earl's Castle was temporarily lifted. This should have been a cause for celebration, but Karl simply could not be happy.
His little face was full of worry and there was a hint of confusion in his eyes.
His thoughts drifted far away, thinking of his father John.
His father has always been a great figure in his heart and a hero in his heart.
However, Carl has not seen his father since John joined the holy war. He does not know where his father is now or whether he is safe.
“Chirp, chirp…ga ga ga!”
Just as Carl was immersed in his thoughts, he heard a strange sound. It was the call of a duck, clear and loud.
Karl thought that Coal Ball wanted to eat, so he took out a bag of duck food and walked towards the sound.
He gently pushed the door open, and was stunned by the scene in front of him. He saw the coal ball right inside the door, and next to it, there was a black duck that looked very similar to the coal ball.
"Two briquettes?"
Carl whispered in surprise.
He squatted down and observed the two ducks carefully. Coal Ball seemed to recognize Carl, and it called a few times affectionately, wagging its tail happily, and ran over.
The black duck stood there, tilting its head and looking at Carl curiously.
Just as Carl was wondering where the black duck came from, the black duck suddenly jumped onto the windowsill, then spread its wings and flew away.
"It turns out that ducks like Coal Ball can fly."
Carl opened his mouth in surprise, looking at the black duck flying away, his heart full of doubts.
"Coal briquettes, do you know where they come from?"
Carl touched the coal ball and said, the coal ball just quacked, as if responding to him, or maybe it saw the bag of duck food in John's hand.
Adam rode his horse madly across the plains south of Midland, the wind whistling past his ears and making his cloak rustle.
At this moment, he was extremely anxious. He was less than twenty miles away from Dordore Castle, which was his hope. As long as he could enter the city, he could temporarily get rid of his current predicament.
However, the dense rain of arrows followed him like a shadow. One by one, the arrows passed through him, making a sharp whistling sound, as if it was the grim smile of the god of death in his ears.
The Blue Whale Heavy Knights beside him, whose originally neat formation was torn to pieces by the merciless rain of arrows.
Some knights were even hit directly by arrows and fell off their horses with screams. Their bodies fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
"I must escape! I must escape!"
Adam kept shouting in his heart, his eyes revealing extreme fear and despair.
His legs were tightly clamped around the horse's belly, the reins in his hands were pulled white, and the horse continued to accelerate and gallop under his drive.
Suddenly, a group of knights rushed up like ghosts from the right side in front of him.
They were dressed in heavy armor, their eyes were stern, and the weapons in their hands flashed coldly in the sun.
This team of knights quickly blocked Adam's way and formed a tight encirclement with the pursuers behind Adam.
"Damn it! If you dare to stop me, go to hell!"
When Adam saw this, his anger and despair instantly exploded.
He knew very well that there was no way to retreat now and the only option was to fight to the death.
He gripped the long-handled battle axe tightly and raised it high above his head. The battle axe flashed coldly in the sunlight, like the scythe of the god of death.
Adam roared and rushed towards the knights who were blocking the way on his horse like a mad beast.
Soon, the two sides came into close combat. Adam kept swinging his battle axe wildly, and each swing of his axe brought great power and set off a strong airflow.
However, due to his extreme panic, he swung his battle axe in a disorderly manner. Although he prevented the Midland Knights on the opposite side from getting close to him, he still did not hurt a single Midland Knight.
"Humph, you think you can rush out? Dream on!"
A Midlan knight said sarcastically, swinging the sword in his hand and slashing at Adam's head.
Adam hurriedly dodged sideways, and the long sword brushed past his shoulder, leaving a scratch.
Adam was shocked and realized that if he continued like this, he would surely die.
However, just as he was in panic, an arrow instantly pierced the buttocks of the horse under him.
The warhorse let out a sharp whine in pain, raised its front hooves high, and then threw Adam off the horse.
Adam fell heavily to the ground, his face hitting the ground, and his face was instantly covered in blood.
He struggled to get up, but was choked by the flying mud and started coughing.
But his instinct for survival made him ignore all these. He immediately stood up, ignoring the pain in his body, and rushed to the south.
"I don't want to stay here!"
Adam shouted as he ran, his voice echoing across the plain, full of despair and helplessness.
However, he was outnumbered and was soon caught up by many knights.
The knights dismounted one after another and pinned Adam down.
Adam struggled desperately, but his strength seemed insignificant in front of these knights.
The knights punched and kicked him, and every punch and kick was filled with endless anger and hatred.
"stop!"
Adam yelled in agony, his voice becoming hoarse.
But the knights did not stop beating him, instead they attacked him even more frantically.
The leading knight took off his helmet, revealing Jules' cold and arrogant face.
His eyes revealed endless contempt and disdain, as if Adam in front of him was just an ant.
Adam raised his head with difficulty, his eyes filled with fear and pleading.
He begged for mercy from Jules in a trembling voice, saying:
"General, I was wrong. I really know I was wrong. I shouldn't have invaded Midland. I am willing to pay any price. No matter how much money you want, please let me go."
Jules looked at General Adam, who looked like a fat pig, without any sympathy in his heart. He said coldly:
"You still want to run away from under my nose? Every wrong has its perpetrator, and if you don't accept the trial, it will be unjust!"