The fate of Count Jebo has been decided.

After referring to the opinions of the vassals and inquiring about Sir Cod, Sir Varas and Sir Waxie, Rainer finally decided to execute Earl Jeppel here in public.

Hearing his final judgment, Count Zhebo couldn't help showing a bitter smile on his face. He didn't make any movement. The bearskin on his body slowly rose and fell under the blow of the cold wind, and there was a sense of calmness.

He lowered his eyelids slightly, his body seemed to relax, and he barely squeezed out a decent smile and said to Lena: "I accept your verdict on me. Dealing with the loser is one of the rights of the winner! But you have to remember. Live, no one can win forever!"

As he said, Count Zhebo slapped the long sword on his waist, and subconsciously dusted his favorite piece of bearskin, which he wears or wears wherever he goes, and said to Leiner: "I Can I bring my saber and this leather jacket with me when I am being tortured? I hope I can have the last bit of dignity.

"I will be an eternal victor. It's a pity that you can't see me proving this fact!" Rainer didn't answer his question, and coldly responded to Earl Zerbo's curse.

The sky was already bright, and the sun was hanging listlessly high above the sky, exuding a pale and not warm light. Reiner acquiesced to Count Jebo’s request to wear leather jackets to death. As a nobleman, he was still a great nobleman. Not only Lena, everyone felt that he should retain a certain degree of decency.

The soldiers acted very efficiently and easily made a tall gallows out of wood.

This time the fluke will not be executed by anyone, he will die of bloodless punishment, this is the last courtesy of Rainer to Count Jeppel.

Of course, he did not admire or sympathize with Count Zhebo. If he was the one who failed in this war, then the careful situation would undoubtedly be more miserable than this.

What's more, as an enemy of his own forever, Leiner has not so much tolerance to pay tribute to his enemy. He does not conceal the selfishness in his heart, but by doing so, he can make other aristocrats and his own title. The minister felt that he was kind to the nobles...

At the same time, Sir Fata and twenty-five knights were rushing in the snow outside Mecalon.

Although the city of Mecalon at this time is not as prosperous as the other three gatherings, there are still many merchants from the south of the Earl of Twalin and a series of anti-royal lords who came here with their work and armed guards. Do business.

The fur and honey in the north are well-known good things in the entire empire.

Their arrival completely plunged the originally peaceful and bustling city of Mekalong into chaos.

"Open the door! I'm Sir Fata! I want to enter the castle immediately!"

Sir Fata yelled to the inside of the closed main fort in Mecalon. He wiped the teardrops with his blood-stained right hand, which had been frozen except for frostbite. The grief in his heart made him heartbroken. , Even breathing is painful.

Seeing that the little master had returned, the soldiers on the wall immediately opened the gate and let Sir Fata in.

A group of people covered in blood and looking embarrassed made the guards suspicious.

"What happened? Why did you make it like this?" The very respectable courtier in the castle, who was in charge of the city's defense forces when Count Jeppe was in trouble, asked nervously and concerned.

Sir Fata felt even more sad after hearing it, as if he was stabbed in the heart and sprinkled salt on it.

"We failed..." Sir Fata sat down on the chair in despair, staring at his fingers with ghosts almost out of focus, and said in a low and unfeeling tone.

There was silence in the whole room. Except for the breathing and heartbeats of a few people, only the sound of tinnitus reverberated in everyone's cochlea.

"Damn Lord Lenahan appeared suddenly!" Sir Fata's especially suddenly improved, and he stood up from his chair, and slammed his hands on the table, shocking everyone.

He has a hideous face and hatred in his heart. If Leiner appears in front of him at this time, once the strength permits, he will definitely tear Leiner out of his heart, and he will be able to relieve his hatred.

The blue veins on his neck were violent, and he continued gritting his teeth and said: "He attacked us in the middle of the night while we were resting!"

"Earl Twarin is even more annoying! This **** betrayer! His soul will be soaked in the cesspool for ten thousand years, and then burned in the flames of **** for ten thousand years! The cycle will never stop!"

However, at this moment, Sir Fata suddenly recovered his calm, as if the violent person who was almost losing his mind was not him, and said in a tone and tone that was different from the previous one: "Earl Twarin cooperated with Lai from behind. Count Nar attacked us and we were completely defeated!"

Hearing such a detailed explanation, the court official who was in charge of all the defenders of the city was shocked and fidgeted: "But we only have 30 defenders now! Lord Earl has already taken all the soldiers away. ! We simply can't defend such a big castle!"

"No... I won't give up my territory anyway! You **** servant! This is the foundation of the Zhebo family for hundreds of years! I will never give up the territory passed down from my ancestors to Earl Rainer!" Sir Fata seemed to lose his mind again, cursing loudly.

Seeing Sir Fata's somewhat nervous movements and demeanor, everyone's faces were involuntarily showing an expression of awe. If you observe carefully, you can see the attitude that disgust has been kept away.

On the other side, Earl Zhebo walked onto the temporary gallows built for him under the gaze of countless people~lightnovelpub.net~.

In this way, a rope hung high above the gallows, and the hanging part formed a noose, shaking everywhere under the blow of the cold wind.

Two thousand five hundred deadly soldiers gathered together, standing under the gallows in a simple array, as witnesses to this declaration of victory.

Rainer was at the nearest position of the gallows. He was surrounded by his own vassals, and beside them were knights gathered in twos and threes, staring at the gallows ahead.

Count Zhebo walked up indifferently.

The gorgeous sabre still hung from his waist, the deerskin high boots under his feet gurgled on the snow, and the bearskin coat on his body made his figure extremely majestic.

With his head up and chest up, he didn't look like a loser about to face death, but a proud lord who was about to patrol his territory.

Rainer nodded at the executioner on the gallows, indicating that the funeral in the snow could begin.