Doranor rescued Wesley, tied the soldier to a stake, stuffed his eyeballs into his mouth, dipped his blood in his blood, and wrote a line of words on the ground.
"Greetings from Shattered Snow City."
Tyr looked at Doranor speechlessly. He really couldn't understand the old wizard today.
"Why would you do such a thing? You don't need to talk so much nonsense to this soldier, and you don't need to leave these useless things here."
"Aren't you curious as to why I received the news that you are about to leave?"
Tyr carefully recalled the situation at that time. He saw the Lord's letter, which only mentioned his name. It seemed that no one else knew the content of the letter except him and Chris.
Dolanor received the message for some reason and had a dispute with Chris before getting the opportunity to act with him.
Could it be...that this is the Lord's order?
Dolanor's smile let Tyre know the answer. It turned out that Reggie sent two letters at the same time, one to Chris and the other to Dolanor.
"Your mission is to find this child and send him to Drawshaft City, and I have another mission," Doranor looked at the frightened Wesley and asked, "Do you know who saved you?"
What?"
Wesley shook his head with fear on his face.
"Remember, kid, it's Lord Victor of Shattered Snow City! Repeat that!"
Wesley nodded and said, "It's Lord Victor from Broken Snow City."
Tyr finally understood all this. Reggie's purpose in sending Doranor here was to let Dolanor spread the news. He wanted the lord of Drawing City to understand who saved his son.
But he didn't want Chris to know about it, so he could only tell Dolanor secretly.
"The Lord doesn't want Chris to be suspicious, so we can only act in secret," Doranor said with a smile, "Now we have to leave here as soon as possible and continue to spread the news."
Tyr also smiled. He liked this rescue operation even more, because this operation had more important significance to the lord.
He didn't hate the old wizard that much anymore. He had to admit that he did things very beautifully.
But as soon as he walked outside the door, he found that the originally quiet military camp was in chaos. Sandos was galloping and killing in the military camp on a war horse, and kept shouting: "Beasts from the Wolf Kingdom, accept it."
Please punish His Highness Chris, this is the scene you deserve!"
Tyr said angrily: "What is this idiot doing again?"
"He's not stupid at all," Doranor shook his head. "Haven't you seen what he's thinking? He's here to steal business!"
Thiel instantly woke up. No wonder Sandos was always so high-profile along the way and often caused some trouble. He wanted to spread Chris's name, and he wanted to attribute this favor to Chris.
"This shameless person, he didn't do anything at all, just wants to take advantage?" Tyr's teeth were itching with hatred, Doranor said: "Let's keep him here, it's best to let him die in the chaos.
Who makes him so restless?"
Tyr and Doranor looked at each other sinisterly. They agreed with each other's ideas and showed evil smiles.
But they underestimated the strength of Sandos. Sandos made a big fuss in the military camp, but his eyes were always paying attention to Tire's movements. He attracted the attention of all the enemy troops, leading dozens of pursuers, and followed him.
Behind Doranor and Tyr.
"This despicable guy!" Tyr carried Wesley on his back and ran all the way. He turned to Doranor and said, "Old wizard, open a path and get rid of him quickly."
Dolanor opened a path through the grass, but Sandos and the pursuers were too close to each other. Before Dolanor could take back the road, they also pursued him, and Dolanor opened another path in the woods.
The road moved back and forth through the trees, throwing off many enemies.
Sandos, who was riding a war horse, shouted to Tyre: "Master Paladin, leave that child to me. Just let me do this rough work."
"Just go ahead and dream!" Tyr yelled through gritted teeth, "Stay away from me, don't let me see your face again!"
All the way to the bottom of the mountain, there were still many pursuers stalking behind them. This is the nature of werewolves. In order to chase their prey, they can run in the desert for days and nights. Tyr didn't want to be entangled with them for days and nights.
At night, Dorothy and Ada were lurking at the foot of the mountain. When they rushed to the foot of the mountain, they heard Ada's singing.
Tyr quickly blocked his ears with cotton cloth, but the soldiers of the Benlang Kingdom were unprepared, and they were soon sent to sleep by the siren's song.
Tyr and Doranor, who rushed down the mountain, were exhausted. Dorothy acted as Ada's mouthpiece and was also a little drowsy. Only Sandos, who was riding a war horse, did not show any signs of fatigue.
"Two adults, please put the child on my horse. Do you want to carry him all the way?" It was rare for Sandos to have such a humble attitude, but Tyre didn't even bother to look at him.
Sandos did have a mission, and he wanted to take the credit for rescuing Wesley from Chris. But the person who assigned the mission was not Chris, but Edmund.
After repairing for a while, everyone decided to set off. According to the previous plan, they would send the child to Drawsha City immediately.
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Gorwuzi waited in Zhilin City for three full days, and Charlemagne only saw him once and never heard back from him.
During this period, his wife received two letters, one containing Wesley's ring finger, and the other containing his ear.
Driven mad by grief and anger, Gore wanted to break into Charlemagne's palace, but was stopped by Prime Minister Spindu, who spent the afternoon talking to Gore.
"First of all, we have no evidence to prove that the Wolf Runners did all this, and Varya, the great lord of the Runwolf Kingdom, refuses to admit it."
"Of course he won't admit it!" Goel shouted, "If they dared to admit it, I would have chopped them into pieces!"
"Calm down, old friend!" Spindu sighed, "I like this kid Wesley very much, and I'm also very anxious, but being anxious can't solve the problem. The Wolf Country is our friendly country, and everything about friendly countries is determined by nature.
It's a big deal, we can't offend our allies just because of your baseless suspicions."
"What is a baseless suspicion!" Goel said through gritted teeth, "How many people have they killed in the village?"
"We must focus on the overall situation. Our current enemies are Shattered Snow City, the Snatcher Chris and the thug Reggie Victor. We must unite to defeat the foreign enemies. Why should we care about the lives of a few civilians?"
"It seems that you don't care about my son's life, right?" Goel nodded, then clenched his fists, "Okay, since you are unwilling to help me, I will solve this matter myself, and I will find a way.
If I find the person who kidnapped my son, I will cut them into pieces!"
"Gorwuzi!" Spindu's expression changed instantly, "Don't offend your allies because of your recklessness, otherwise you will be severely punished by His Majesty!"
"Really, Prime Minister, you scared me!" Goel turned and left the palace gate. He didn't take two steps when he suddenly fell to the ground.
One guard stumbled him, and before he could stand up, another guard kicked him in the ribs.
Goel lay on the ground and breathed hard for a long time, but could not make a sound.
Spindu slowly walked up to Goel and said with an indifferent expression: "Count Uzi, who gave you the courage to wave your fist in front of me?"
Goer raised his head and looked at Spindu angrily. Spindu kicked Goer in the face, and the heavy leather boots tore a gash in his face. Goer wanted to get up, but was met with a blow.
He was surrounded by a group of soldiers.
Military boots, riding crop, knife handle... Goel was beaten for a full ten minutes. It was not until his groom pulled out his sword that the guards stopped.
Spindu frowned and looked at the groom and sneered: "What do you want to do? Do you want to die?"
The groom calmly replied: "Your Majesty Prime Minister, I have been fighting with my lord for a lifetime. You are only a few steps away from me. I can easily chop off your head."
Spindu was startled and quickly took a few steps back. Many onlookers gathered at the entrance of the palace, and things did not end well.
"Take your lord and leave," Spindu said with the magnanimity of a prime minister, "Just pretend that what happened today never happened."
The groom helped Geer up, let him lie down on the carriage, and then drove the carriage away from Zhilin City.
On the road, Goel was crying, for his son and for himself.
The coachman was silent all the way until he reached the city of Drawsha. He turned around and asked, "Sir, if you want to fight, I am willing to pick up my sword at any time."
Ge Er whispered: "Are there anyone in Drawsha City who can fight?"
"Maybe not many, but at least we can still find a few hundred good men, enough to deal with those wolf bastards."
Goel's body trembled for a long time, but he finally calmed down and sighed: "Let's go back to the castle first."
Fighting a war is not an easy task, it is not as simple as finding a few good guys and having a bloody battle. You need to raise food, weapons, and enough gold coins to purchase supplies and reward soldiers.
The most important thing is that the soldiers must understand the purpose of the war, to save their sons. This is a very good reason for Goel, and his people are willing to follow him to fight for this reason.
But what will be the outcome of this war? Even if victory is achieved, what is left for him and Drawsha City is still catastrophe.
There are still thousands of soldiers in the Benlang Kingdom. Even if he can defeat them, Charlemagne will not let him go. The Lion Kingdom is weak externally, but very cruel internally. The city of Drawshaft will turn into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood...
Goel had never felt that he was as incompetent as he was today. The bruised lord was like a brutally beaten beggar, being sent into the castle by a carriage under the gaze of his people.
The desperate lord's wife fell into a coma again. Goel opened the two remaining cans of wine, got drunk, and fell into a deep sleep.
The whole castle was as silent as a tomb. People were really worried that the lord would not be able to sleep. Even Goel himself hoped that you would die drunk like this.
Late at night, a call came to his ears, and Goel woke up with a severe headache.
"Count Uzi, long time no see."
Goel endured the severe headache and opened his eyes. He looked at it for a long time and finally recognized the other person's identity: "You are Knight Sandos."
"You have such good eyesight," Sandos smiled, turned around and pointed at Doranor and said, "This is a naval admiral from Shattering Snow City. You can't remember his name anyway, so I don't need to introduce him.
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"Why don't you introduce me?" Doranor pushed Sandos aside and smiled at Goel, "My name is Doranor. I come from Broken Snow City and am our lord Reginald Vick.
I was specially asked to come."
"How did you get in! What do you want to do!" Goel wanted to call the guards, but was blocked by Sandos.
"Don't be so nervous, Count Uzi, we have brought you good news."