"Crazy, this guy... is absolutely crazy!"
George Nery could not believe that things would turn out this way. Why did the new king think that they would not resist and would just surrender?
Six people against more than sixty people? Could it be that these guards were made of iron?
Even if they had witches, they had no chance of winning against the nobles who wore God's Stones of Retaliation!
Following the new king's order, the six female guards did not rush forward together. Instead, two of them guarded the exit and in front of Roland, while the other four drew their daggers and approached the nobles step by step.
The crowd suddenly heard the sound of swords being unsheathed. No one was willing to put down their weapons and kneel down to surrender under such a great disparity in strength.
"Your, Your Majesty...!" The Lord of Redwater City turned pale. "Calm down, everyone. We can talk about it slowly!"
It was too late. George and Guye looked at each other and immediately confirmed each other's thoughts. The plan had changed. They would fight in this manor!
Although this place was not suitable for defense, almost all the nobles of Redwater City were here. As long as he could control Roland, he was sure that he could win most of them over to his side. As Prince Roland had said, strength was the standard to measure everything. Unfortunately, in the Lakeside Villa, strength was not on the side of the nobles!
"I can't accept it!" Guye shouted and walked out of the crowd with a sword in his hand. He finally changed his kind and honest expression and became serious. "If this is a trial with conclusive evidence, I have nothing to say. But this kind of ruling is like child's play. No real noble can accept it. Even if Wimbledon III asked me this, I still insist on this answer! Your Highness, you forced me to do this! "
Behind him, there were four tall attendants, each of whom stood with their heads held high, completely unafraid of the opponents being the nobles of the royal family. In terms of momentum, Earl Tririver even overwhelmed the new king and his entourage.
"Well done," George thought to himself. Even the prince could not refute such a righteous declaration. The second half of the sentence included all the nobles and was encouraging and provocative. Next, as long as they could take down Roland, they would be able to settle the matter!
And the other side definitely wouldn't have thought that this Count, who was nearly forty years old and already had half a head of white hair, was an absolute expert.
Guye Julian was born with monstrous strength. At the age of 15, he led two Knight Knights to wipe out a group of bandits at the mouth of the river. After he became an adult, he was even more proficient in all kinds of weapons, and it was difficult for him to meet a match in competitions between nobles. Some people called him "Gaye the Giant" and believed that if he was not a great noble but a Knight, the history books would record the title of the strongest Knight.
As for the four attendants, all of them were at the level of a Knight. As long as they could stall the new king's guard for a while, Roland Wimbledon would not be able to resist the Earl of Tririver at all!
"Go and help him," said George to his valet. "Keep an eye on Miss Edith."
"Yes." A few more people stepped out of the crowd.
Facing Guye, who was striding forward, the smile on Roland's face did not diminish at all. Instead, it became more intense, as if he was completely unaware of the current situation. George could not help but clench his fists. "Laugh, this is also your last moment. You won't even have the chance to cry later!"
"Go!" When the distance between the two sides was less than ten steps, Guye suddenly sped up and slashed at the female guard with his sword!
His strength was so great that people could even hear the whistling sound of the sword breaking through the air.
This attack could only be dodged, not resisted!
Once the guard stepped aside, there would be no one in front of Roland.
"Ding — Stab —"
Then George heard two sounds. The former was the crisp and pleasant sound of metal colliding, and the latter was the subtle sound of the blade and the flesh touching each other. Half of the long sword flew into the air, spun several times in the air, and then stabbed into the wooden floor upside down.
Then came the head of the Earl of Tririver.
It slid smoothly down from the neck and hit the floor with a thud. After bouncing twice, it stopped moving, and the blood from the stump drew a bright red arc.
"What the hell happened?"
"How could the enemy cut off" Giant "Guye's neck with just one sword?"
"How is this possible!?"
However, before he came to his senses, there were sounds of swords clashing and chaotic screams around the crowd. The sword was like a signal, and the four female guards attacked from several directions at the same time, immediately setting off a storm of blood. George was horrified to find that these people were almost too fast to be seen with the naked eye, and their strength was astonishing. Anything in their hands could become a deadly weapon, even fists and fingers. It was as if the nobles were not fighting human beings, but steel statues!
"Monsters, they are a group of monsters," he roared in his heart. "How could mortals train their bodies to such an extent?"
"But... if you try to resist, the rebellion will become a real action, and the mine will naturally not tolerate you anymore. Only death awaits you. " "
At that moment, George Nery suddenly remembered the words of the new king.
It was as if a bolt of lightning had flashed across his mind.
"Is this the moment he was waiting for?"
He turned his neck with difficulty and looked in the direction where Roland Wimbledon was standing.
An irrepressible chill rose from the soles of his feet and went straight up his spine. At this moment, he found that he finally understood the meaning of that smile.
"This is a complete trap!"
He deliberately left the First Army outside the city, only brought a hundred guards with him, and only brought six guards with him to the banquet. He pretended to be stubborn and didn't give them any room to retreat. All these actions were just to lure them into attacking him!
"Escorting them to the mine?" "No... Roland did not intend to let the remaining nobles go. If they surrendered, the new king would only be extremely disappointed."
"Yes... it was a smile of expectation.
He expected them to follow the path he laid out and step into the abyss, and he expected them to dig their own graves. Only in this way could the new king feel happy. However, this smile was full of malice to George, so he could not feel the smile it should have. Instead, he felt extremely gloomy.
"Let, let us go..."
"Your Majesty, I surrender!"
"Me too. The Leviathan Family swears allegiance to you!"
"I'll give you anything you want! I beg you to forgive me! "
The situation took a turn for the worse. Seeing that the situation was not good, the nobles knelt down and begged for mercy. Although they were the majority and there were only four enemies, they seemed to be the ones being surrounded.
It was too late. George lowered his sword weakly. The moment the nobles drew their weapons from their waists, they had already become the rebels in Roland's words.
The emotions of unwillingness, grievance, fear, and anger alternated, but in the end, they were reduced to nothingness by a longsword.
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