Three days later, in the wee hours of the morning, at the border of the Land of Frost, under the monument of the martyrs outside the stronghold's stronghold.
This monument, made of pitch-black soul-burying stones, was engraved with the names of a large number of soldiers who had lost their lives in the battle to defend the stronghold's stronghold.
Marshal Amt half-knelt in front of the monument of martyrs and placed a sealed urn of ashes under it.
"Rest in peace, old friend. I hope you won't die such a humiliating death in your next life."
Marshal Amt opened the urn and picked up a handful of ashes. Then he let the wind and snow sweep the ashes into the sky and dissipate them.
Behind Marshal Amt, 37 heavily armored knights in silver armor and capes did the same thing. They solemnly held the urn in their hands and let the ashes in it melt into the snow of the Land of Frost.
The souls sleeping in the urn were all generals who had been killed by the Nephilic Judges.
The heretical Nephilic Judges from the Church had killed these generals and replaced them with their appearances in order to gain control of the stronghold's stronghold.
And the rulers of these Nephilic Judges had come to an end three days ago.
Prince Cheil discovered the impersonators' conspiracy and led the Southern Army, led by Marshal Amt, to kill all of the Nephilic Judges who had been lying in wait in the stronghold.
After that, Prince Cheil discovered more than 50 skeletons in a secret room in the stronghold, as well as 13 surviving generals.
Marshal Amt quickly identified one of the skeletons as his friend, who was also the general who commanded the entire stronghold's stronghold.
"The humiliating and sorrowful battle is over, warriors."
Marshal Amt held back his tears as he pulled down the visor of his helmet. Then he turned around and made his way through the mourning crowd to the stronghold's war hall.
When Marshal Amt walked along the stronghold's rocky walkway to the war hall, he frowned slightly when he heard the commotion inside.
"Are you guys crazy?! You're going against the king! No! The entire Land of Frost! "
"We are loyal to Prince Cheil. It was His Royal Highness who saved us from the hands of those liars. If our country has already been corrupted by those judges, it is our duty to clean up the filth!"
A general wrapped in bandages slammed his fist on the table.
Marshal Amt recognized this general. His name was Leerosky, and he came from the Frostwolf family in the north of the Land of Frost.
Unfortunately, he was replaced by a Nephilic Judge. When Marshal Amt rescued him, he was half as skinny as when Marshal Amt saw him two years ago.
Not only Leerovsky, there were 12 other generals in the hall who were survivors of this incident. They all agreed with the Frost Wolf's opinion.
"But have you forgotten about the demons outside the fortress?! The soldiers stationed in the fortress are there to defend against the invasion of the demons, not to kill their own people. "
Marshal Amat wanted to say something to calm the generals down, but at the next moment, one of the generals voiced out his opinion, causing everyone to shut up.
"We should let Prince Cheil make the decision! We shouldn't be arguing here! "
"But what about His Royal Highness?"
But when everyone looked around, they didn't see Prince Cheil anywhere.
"He must be sharpening his sword. He cut off too many Nephilic Judges yesterday," one of the generals guessed.
"Who should we ask His Royal Highness to participate in the decision?"
Another general made this suggestion, but everyone fell into a strange silence again.
Marshal Amt knew where this silence came from.
Over the past three days, what Cheil did to the Nephilic Judges could only be described as cruel.
Cheil, who controlled the Frost Spirit, froze dozens of Nephilic Judges into ice sculptures and placed them at the fortress's gate. Some of the priests from the Holy Kingdom were even beheaded.
Marshal Amt could still smell the thick stench of blood when he walked past the fortress's square.
This cruel way of dealing with things made Cheil's reputation instantly spread throughout the fortress.
Among the surviving generals, there were some who temporarily defected to Prince Cheil. They were all afraid that they would be treated as traitors by this cold and ruthless prince and be beheaded.
"I'll inform His Royal Highness." Marshal Amt sighed and took the initiative to step forward.
After accepting this task, he left the parliament hall and went all the way to the base where Prince Cheil was resting.
"His Royal Highness Cheil?"
Marshal Amt knocked on the door of the room, and the sound of something falling to the ground could be heard.
This made Marshal Amt immediately open the door. He couldn't rule out the possibility that there were still remnants of the Nephilic Judges in the fortress!
But when he opened the door and saw the scene in the room, Marshal Amt was stunned.
Prince Cheil was sitting on the bed with his legs crossed. There was some dried meat and other food on the table next to the bed.
The sound just now was the sound of a glass falling to the ground.
Marshal Amt noticed that the corners of Cheil's eyes were red and there were traces of tears on his cheeks. "His Royal Highness Cheil, what's wrong?"
Was His Royal Highness Cheil repenting for yesterday's atrocity? Sure enough, it was still too hard for this kind prince to accept the execution of so many people.
"No, it's … nothing."
Cheil hurriedly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and stood up from the bed.
The moment she stood up, her vision was still occupied by the interface of the magic net. A song called "The Shape of My Heart" suddenly played in Cheil's ears. For a moment, Cheil could not understand what the words "playing cards" in the lyrics meant.
But combined with the sad melody and the plot of the movie, Cheil, who was trying to control her emotions, could not help but cover her face again as tears streamed down her cheeks.
"I'm sorry, Marshal Amt, I …"
"There's no need to explain, Your Royal Highness Cheil." Marshal Amt shook his head to show that he understood. "You don't have to feel guilty about your kindness. It's the best quality of human beings."
"Kindness?"
Cheil did not quite understand what Marshal Amt was talking about, but she once again controlled her emotions and closed the interface of the magic net.
Last night, after she completed a major cleanup of the stronghold's stronghold in a bloody manner, Cheil was so conflicted that she could not fall asleep. As such, she habitually looked for the 'Flame Bearer' to chat with.
As they chatted, the 'Flame Bearer' sent Cheil about Noland's new form of performance, the "movie," to her.
Cheil happened to be watching a movie called "This Demon Isn't Too Cold." At first, she was surprised that she could see a stage play on the magic net. But it didn't take long for her to immerse herself in the plot of the movie.
The end result was just as Marshal Amt had expected.
But after crying for a while, Cheil felt much better.
"Marshal Amt, I have an idea about the demons."
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