"Go forward, cross this corridor, and climb up that slope." Emerson shook off the blood on his sword and stepped over the corpse on the ground.
Cumberland looked at the maid lying in a pool of blood. The horrified look in her eyes before she died made the old knight turn his head.
The group of people walked quickly through the night palace and finally came to two huge iron doors.
Standing in front of the door was a group of guards responsible for guarding the treasure house. Looking at the group of barbarian troops in front of them, the guards' first reaction was that they were dreaming. After waking up a little, the leader of them shouted loudly: "The forbidden area of the palace, you guys
What do you want to do?!"
The Valkyries fully drew their bowstrings and gave their best answer with arrows.
Emerson pointed to the house not far away and said: "There is also a regiment guard in the house. In the captain's room in the innermost room, one of the keys to the treasure house is hung, and the second one is in the housekeeper's room on the tower.
Inside, the third one is above the badge in the palace meeting hall. Only when three are collected can it be opened..."
Brünnhilde signaled to the warriors behind her, and a group of North Island warriors drew their swords and axes and walked into the guard camp. Later, screams and blows were heard in the room.
Then, she walked to the iron door, knocked on the door with her fist, and then knocked all the way along the wall, finally stopping in front of a stone wall.
After a whistle, several North Island berserkers used the short-term madness gained from adrenaline to lift a huge hammer as high as a person and smashed it against the wall.
The huge impact, the flying powder, and everything in front of him made Emerson helplessly say: "This method works, but it's just a little noisy."
Two minutes later, after sweeping away the soldiers guarding the camp, they returned to the team with blood all over their bodies. The cracks on the wall were getting bigger and bigger. On the other hand, the deafening crashing sound spread throughout the palace.
Lights were on in a few places, and noisy voices could be heard vaguely.
Finally, a hole was made in the wall that allowed two people to pass through. The soldiers of the North Island Knights rushed into the treasure house and were shocked by the scene in front of them.
There are mountains of gold utensils and coins, priceless antiques and paintings, and the vast warehouse is full of scenes of wealth.
"A few days ago, in the name of suppressing enemy religions, the Supreme Council confiscated the property of a group of nobles and wealthy businessmen before they had time to divide the spoils." Emerson looked at the fire gradually rising in the distance of the palace, nodded and said: "The one who set the fire was
The man has succeeded, now we have to see if any greedy fish will take the bait."
On the street outside the palace, a barbarian army that had just been awakened from their sleep was marching while yawning and grumbling in a low voice.
"The useless guys from the kingdom actually sent people to our camp late at night, saying that the Church of Heavenly Father had instigated a military rebellion. The rebels were attacking the palace and were in urgent need of our support."
"Don't they have their own army? Just let them take care of the counter-insurgency! Why do you want to disturb our rest?!"
"Their warriors are simply vulnerable! Without our help, the Knights of the Church would have captured this place long ago!"
The barbarian leader walked at the front of the army, looked at the military order in his hand over and over again, and said doubtfully: "There is nothing wrong with the order, but I always feel something is strange?"
"Chief! Look! The Yinhuan Palace is on fire!"
Hearing the shouts of his men, the barbarian leader raised his head and looked into the distance. The Yinhuan Palace, which was built on the high ground in the city, could faintly see the spreading fire. He put the general's order in his arms and ordered to the tribesmen behind him: "Run.
!Did you hear that?! Everyone, run for me!"
Marching to the gate of the palace, a sharp-eyed man picked up a silver moon scattered on the ground. The barbarian leader looked at the coin in the hands of the tribesmen and without saying a word, asked the troops to speed up.
As we go deeper and deeper, more and more property is scattered on the ground, and the value becomes higher and higher.
Finally, the barbarian army found the collapsed hole. After getting into the hole, the golden dream-like scene in front of them drove everyone into madness. Their pockets, shields, helmets and even mouths became these stolen treasures.
The traveler's luggage.
People tried their best to take as much property as possible, but no one thought about why this hole was created.
At this moment, the door to the treasure house was opened.
"You thieves! Robbers! Shameless bastards!"
Because of the fire in the palace, the guards battalion returned to the defense in time. When they saw the corpses of the guards and the barbarian troops who had stolen the treasure house, they raised their weapons and cursed.
The barbarian leader looked at the few guards in front of him, then at the bulging cloth bag in his hand, and slowly pulled out the hand ax behind him. The tribesmen behind him, whose eyes were filled with greed and cruelty, also took out their weapons.
Ready for battle.
With a loud roar, the barbarian army crashed into the guards, and a life-and-death struggle began in front of the treasure house.
Outside the palace, barbarian troops who had received orders for reinforcements like this were arriving one after another.
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"Has any of you seen Lord Emerson?!"
Cumberland wiped the blood stains on his face with the enemy's clothes, looked around, and suddenly asked the others.
The soldiers of the North Island Knights, with large and small bags of gold and silver jewelry tied on their backs, and weapons dripping with blood in their hands, looked at each other and shook their heads.
Brünnhilde let go of her bowstring and shot the last commander who was trying to escape on horseback. She turned back and said to Cumberland: "When we fought out of the palace, the earl seemed to say that he was going back."
Cumberland was stunned for a while, then his face changed drastically, he got on his horse and shouted towards Brünnhilde: "You lead the North Island Knights to the west, I will meet you on the road!"
Before Brünnhilde could shout out where you were going, the old knight's speeding back had disappeared from her sight.
Earl Emerson's mansion is still so quiet, but the fire burning in the house brings a little bright color to this cold house.
"Master, your ginger honey tea."
After taking the tea made by the old butler, Emerson, who was sitting in the main seat in the hall, took a sip. It was slightly sweet and refreshing on the tip of his tongue, but it could not wash away the endless bitterness in his heart.
"I destroyed a kingdom, a kingdom that my family has been fighting for for more than two hundred years." Emerson's cloudy eyes reflected the dancing of flames, and his ears seemed to hear cries and pleas for help coming from the royal city.
He slowly put down the tea cup: "There is no doubt that I will go to hell."
Old Kemp stood behind Emerson. A wooden beam burned by the flames hit the old butler behind him, but he did not move at all.
There was a loud bang.
The closed door was knocked open, and Cumberland's loud voice rang out: "Old turtle! Get out of here!"
The earl looked at the old knight walking out of the fire and held his forehead in pain.
Cumberland looked at the master and servant at the far end of the hall, frowned and scolded: "Emerson! This way of death is not suitable for you!"
"You will never imagine what happened in this year. Death is a relief for me in a sense."
Cumberland took a few steps closer to the seat of honor: "Really? To me, this doesn't feel like relief, but more like escape."
The high temperature coming from the floor was scorching everything in the room. The threads on Emerson's trousers were yellow and bent, emitting little white smoke.
The Earl looked at Cumberland who was getting closer and closer, sighed, took out a dagger from his arms, and pointed it at his chest: "Old friend, don't force me to kill myself in a way I don't like."
Cumberland stopped and hesitated.
At this moment, Old Kemp, who had not said a word from beginning to end, bent down and said to Emerson: "Master, it's getting late, you should rest."
Emerson turned his head in confusion, and a strong sense of sleepiness hit his brain: "What's going on...you...that tea..."
The count fell asleep on the chair, and the dagger in his hand fell to the ground.
Cumberland hurriedly stepped forward, carried Emerson on his back, and rushed to the door of the mansion.
Kicking away the burning wood on the ground, Cumberland rushed out of the fire, panting heavily and threw Emerson to the ground. Looking back, he saw the old butler standing beside the burning door, motionless.
Cumberland got up and ran to the door again, shouting: "Old Camp! Come out quickly!"
The old butler looked back at the mansion that was already in flames, turned around and bent down, saluted Cumberland, and shouted with all his strength: "Baron! Young Master... I leave it to you!"
The door was closed again.
Countless brilliance and glory turned into dust with the flames, and only an old man who was born and died here accompanied this old house through the final journey.
May 14, 1172, this day in history is known as the Elegy of the Silver Ring.
At two o'clock in the evening, the barbarian army tore up the alliance contract, looted the treasure house, burned the palace, and massacred more than 400 people, including members of the royal family.
At about 7 o'clock in the morning, the Yinhuan garrison and the noble private soldiers organized a counterattack, recaptured the palace, and repelled several attacks by the barbarian army.
At 11 o'clock in the morning, the barbarian tribes stationed outside the city, together with friendly forces in the city, captured the palace gate and launched a three-day ethnic cleansing and wealth plunder in the name of revenge.
On May 17, 1172, the coalition forces attacking Beishi Fortress broke out into internal strife, and the Silver Ring King collapsed.
On May 19, 1172, the North Island Knights and the Muxi Knights reunited and marched eastward.
On May 24, 1172, the Muxi Kingdom announced its occupation of Yinhuan City. A kingdom with a history of hundreds of years was lost in the long river of history.
After that, King Muxi, who originally aimed at Watch Castle, gave up all combat plans after receiving an urgent letter from within the kingdom. Except for leaving a small army to occupy Silver Ring City, all other plans
The troops marched day and night and retreated towards Muxi City.