Wales and the officers of the Dawson family could only watch helplessly as the Black Cavalry broke through the Menham family's central army formation like wolves and tigers. They couldn't help but feel a sense of sympathy for the loss of the rabbit.
The Menham family was finished.
That was the only thing they could agree on.
Even though the Golden Lion Legion was actually at a disadvantage on the battlefield and was forced to retreat step by step by the heavy infantry regiment, when the Black Cavalry suddenly attacked from the rear and cut down the commander's flag, the Menham family's elite vanguard inevitably fell into chaos.
Even if the vanguard wanted to retreat, it would be too late. Moreover, the Golden Lion Legion wouldn't let them go so easily.
Moreover, once the central army and rear army collapsed, the Menham family's army would become a headless snake. Without a unified command, they could only fight on their own and would be defeated one by one.
"Young master, should we go and support them?" A Dawson family officer asked Wales.
Wales resisted the urge to curse and glared fiercely at the person who asked the question, but didn't answer.
Support my ass!
The Dawson family had just fought a life and death battle with the Menham family. How could they go and support them now?
Moreover, the Oman family was eyeing them covetously. Wales was almost certain that if they dared to act rashly, the Oman family would definitely launch a large-scale attack.
Seeing the Menham family's miserable state, Wales didn't want the Dawson family to follow in their footsteps.
"Let's just retreat …"
Wales suggested hesitantly.
But such a shameful suggestion made the officers of the Dawson family lower their heads.
Everyone's reaction made Wales realize that he had said something stupid.
What was the use of retreating now?
Let's not talk about whether they could retreat or not. Even if they did, what was the use?
Once the House of Saint Hilde pacified the chaos at the Northern Frontier, wouldn't they have time to deal with the Dawson family?
At this moment, the officers were looking forward to Marquis Dawson's safe return. Even if Marquis Dawson wasn't there, Count Falco was. It was better than letting this random Wales come up with ideas.
"I think it's better to ask for peace from the House of Saint Hilde," an officer suggested in a muffled voice.
"Yes, yes! We should continue the peace talks, continue the peace talks! "Wales seemed to be grabbing onto a life-saving straw as he kept shouting.
But before Wales could send out an emissary to seek peace, an emissary from Coldwinter City arrived at the Dawson Clan's camp.
However, this messenger was wearing a priest's robe.
While the officers were bewildered, Wales was overjoyed. He grasped the priest's hand and asked urgently, "What's the matter?
"Did the Archbishop send you here?"
The priest smiled and nodded, then pulled his hand out without a trace.
"Praise the God of Light!" Wales was so emotional that he sounded like he was about to cry. "I knew the archbishop wouldn't give up on her most devout believer!"
"Your Excellency Wales, the archbishop is willing to help the Dawson family reach a settlement with the House of Saint Hilde. However, she needs you to show some sincerity. Otherwise, she won't be able to speak on your behalf."
"What sincerity? As long as our Dawson clan is able to accomplish it, please give us your orders! "
"It's actually very simple." The priest chuckled and said, "The Menham family brazenly invaded the Northern Frontier and has been listed as an enemy that must be killed by the House of Saint Hilde! If you can lead an army to assist in attacking the Menham family, then the House of Saint Hilde will consider forgiving the Dawson family for their previous betrayal. "
Wales was a little hesitant.
It wasn't that he didn't want to attack the Menham family. After all, the two families had already shed all pretense of cordiality and had even fought last night.
However, Marquis Dawson was still in their hands. Wales was worried that his attack would cause the Menham family to act in desperation and kill his father.
After voicing his doubts, the priest smiled mysteriously and moved closer to Wales, whispering to him, "Don't worry.
He whispered, "Your Excellency Wales, do you want to inherit the Dawson family's title?"
Wales' gaze froze and his heart skipped a few beats. He asked evasively, "What do you mean?"
"His Excellency the Archbishop told me to tell you that he can help you get rid of Count Falco. As for your father, Marquis Dawson … Hehe, forgive me for speaking bluntly, but the House of Saint Hilde will definitely not let him off for his previous betrayal of Marquis García.
Therefore, even if he can survive from the Menham family, he will definitely not be able to escape the judgement of the House of Saint Hilde!
Then, do you really want the Dawson family to be implicated along with him? "
Wales' heart was thumping. He really wanted to ask what happened to his brother, Count Falco, but he didn't dare to do so when the words reached his mouth.
After pondering for a long time, he finally raised his head again. His eyes were now filled with ambition.
"Alright, I'm willing to listen to the Archbishop's suggestion! I also hope that the Archbishop can help the Dawson family fight for a decent ending! "
The mage chuckled and nodded, "Of course! The Archbishop will never give up on his devout believers! "
After receiving the Archbishop's promise, Wales immediately felt that he had a backer. His dispirited state was swept away as he immediately reorganized his army and began to attack the Menham family's left flank.
At this moment, the Menham family's army was already on the verge of collapse.
The Golden Lion Legion had already pressed forward from the front, while the Black Cavalry attacked from the back. Galloping unhindered, they continuously cut up the Menham family's army, making it impossible for them to regroup.
The addition of the Dawson family was the last straw that broke the camel's back.
More and more Menham family soldiers threw away their weapons in the face of cruel reality and chose to surrender.
Of course, the Menham family didn't lack brave warriors who didn't fear death. But their stubborn resistance was like moths to a flame in the face of such a magnificent situation. Apart from adding a bit of heroism and sorrow, there was no other use.
The moment Marquis Menham saw the appearance of the Black Cavalry, he already knew that this battle boded ill rather than well. When the Dawson family's army turned against him, he fell into complete despair.
The furious Marquis Menham immediately drew his sword from his waist and turned around to stab at Marquis Dawson.
Marquis Dawson faced the incoming sword and didn't dodge. Instead, a look of relief appeared on his face.
* Chi! *
The longsword pierced through his chest. Marquis Dawson looked at his dwarven compatriot in front of him, his lips curling into a sneer as he hissed:
"I'll be waiting for you in heaven!"
This attitude caused the already furious Marquis Menham to fall into madness. He roared as he chopped off Marquis Dawson's head and chopped his corpse into seven or eight pieces before stopping.
Afterwards, Marquis Menham raised the bloody head and ordered, "White flag.
"Raise the white flag and surrender."
… …
The afternoon sun was very strong, shining on the blood-stained ground.
Flocks of vultures circled in the air, ready to dive down and feast at any time.
"Father!"
When Marquis Menham was escorted in front of Colin, Count Ankh immediately rushed forward.
Marquis Menham's eyes were empty and he ignored his son who ran over. He just knelt in front of Vera and Colin and placed Marquis Dawson's head in front of him. After that, he didn't say a word as he waited quietly for his sentence.
Vera turned around and looked at Colin. Obviously, she didn't know how to deal with Marquis Menham.
Colin didn't hold back either. He immediately stepped forward and announced his sentence.
"Marquis Menham, you and your family are not welcome at the Northern Frontier. Therefore, after this battle, please return to the Flaming Flame Territory immediately. Unless you have the permission of the House of Saint Hilde, you are not allowed to set foot on the Northern Frontier again!
In order to compensate for the harm your family has caused to the people of the Northern Frontier, your family's army will remain in the Northern Frontier as slaves. They will work for the Northern Frontier until they die.
At the same time, the Menham Family will have to pay the House of Saint Hilde a total of 8,000,000 gold coins as war reparations. The reparations will be paid off over five years.
Are you willing to accept these conditions? "
Marquis Menham's heart was bleeding, but he knew that there was no room for negotiation.
If this had happened before the battle, he might have been able to ask for the entire army to retreat from the Northern Frontier. However, now, he would be lucky if he could keep the Menham Family alive.
Of course, he also knew that Colin didn't kill him because he wanted to save the face of the royal family.
The Menham Family had lost all of their army and they were burdened with heavy debts. Naturally, they wouldn't be able to threaten the House of Saint Hilde anymore. As time passed, they would slowly sink and never regain their former glory.
The dream of the dwarves establishing their own country would also become an unattainable dream.
Marquis Menham couldn't help but feel sad when he thought of this.
"I … I am willing to accept!"
At this time, Colin finally revealed a satisfied smile.
Not far away, Wales Dawson was accompanied by a priest as he walked towards Colin.
When Wales saw his father's head, his eyes narrowed slightly, but the expression on his face was very strange.
There was sadness and fear on his face, but there was also joy and joy.
"Dear Miss Vera, Dear Viscount Angley! Your most loyal servant, the Dawson Family, begs for your forgiveness! "
Looking at Wales who was crawling on the ground, and then looking at the priest beside him, Colin chuckled as if he had understood something.
Colin rubbed his chin as he smiled at Wales. "Wales, your attitude of begging for forgiveness doesn't seem to be sincere enough."
Hearing that, Wales immediately understood and nodded. He then crawled to Vera on all fours and kissed her toes while saying loudly, "I'm sorry, Vera.
"Dear Miss Vera, the Dawson Family begs for your forgiveness!"
Colin looked at the second son of the Dawson Family who had no dignity at all and smiled disdainfully. He then nodded at Vera.
Vera nodded coldly and accepted the other party's apology.
Wales was relieved and he continued to praise the kindness of the House of Saint Hilde loudly. His posture was so ugly that it was simply unbearable to look at.
Colin smiled as he looked at the clown's performance. He began to think about how to deal with the Dawson Family.
Of course, he wouldn't let them go so easily. However, looking at Wales' appearance, it seemed like the Dawson Family wouldn't be able to cause any trouble.
At this point, the rebellion on the Northern Frontier had finally come to an end.
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