Over time, the battle has started for more than an hour.

The weather in summer is as moody as a child, and there may be a pouring rain like a prank at some point.

The sky at this time was already very gloomy, and the wreckage corpses on the ground gave a kind of ghostly depression.

"boom!"

A flash of lightning appeared in the sky where the dark clouds were gradually gathering, and then the thunder that made the chest muffled exploded between the sky and the earth.

Feeling the tearing pain in his chest, Grand Duke Mabra slowly raised his head in disbelief to look at Earl Frank.

Looking down at his chest again, a broken spear head suddenly appeared.

He pointed to Frante and seemed to want to say something, but the severe pain made him unable to say a word.

As the blood flowed, a sense of powerlessness gradually hit, his pupils began to dizzy, and he fell down and fell on his horse.

"Ho..." He made an unconscious voice in his throat, lying on the ground looking up at the sky.

There seemed to be hallucinations in front of Grand Duke Mabra, he seemed to see the old emperor and Grand Duke Levin when he was young.

"Brother Caffert, Brother Raven..." Grand Duke Mabra's pupils became more dilated, and he felt his eyelids heavier.

"Have you... come to me?"

Grand Duke Mabra muttered lowly: "It's time to go too..."

After Grand Duke Mabra fell from the horse, the Hu Cong beside him instantly lost his fighting spirit, and he didn't even have the slightest idea of ​​wanting revenge on Grand Duke Mabra, so he ran away.

Frante glanced at Grand Duke Mabra who fell to the ground, and then shouted loudly: "Grand Duke Mabra is dead!"

The knights beside him followed behind Frant, running back and forth on the battlefield, shouting together the news of the death of Grand Duke Mabra.

Count Lorens saw all this, and he also yelled frantically: "Grand Duke Mabra is dead! Everyone immediately stopped resisting!"

"You have failed! Put down your weapons!"

Hearing the news of the death of Grand Duke Mabra, the counter-insurgents collapsed completely in just a moment.

The soldiers who rushed the enemy frontally dropped their weapons and gave up their resistance.

Despair began to spread rapidly, and within a few minutes, all the soldiers put down their weapons.

The battle ended at this moment, and these brave warriors from the north seemed to have been emptied of their power at this moment, knelt on the ground waiting for the enemy to be bound.

Of course, the soldiers who surrendered were still a few, and most of them were still fleeing around, hoping to escape this terrible place.

Listening to the news of Grand Duke Mabra's death echoing on the battlefield, the soldiers who resisted the enemy's reinforcements also collapsed. Most of them died under the enemy's swords and spears.

After being blocked for so long, the enemy had already hated them so much that almost nothing left became a corpse.

Count Albergh was covered in blood, he looked at the more and more enemies around him, and he barely pulled a smile on his face.

"Haha...hahaha..." The arrogant Earl Alberger seemed to be crazy and gave out a sharp laugh like a night owl.

"The descendants of the Morland family will never succumb!"

Count Albergh looked at the surrounding enemy and roared, took off his helmet and threw it to the ground.

Remove the helmet, revealing his long golden hair, which is a light golden color unique to the Morand family, and he is proud of it.

Count Albergh raised the long sword in his hand that was already full of gaps and curled edges, showing a mouthful of white teeth, and once again rode his horse towards the enemy alone.

Count Kafta has been **** by the five flowers at this time, but he is still struggling, and he still mutters words: "Damn! You bitches! I am a noble! I am the earl! You can't do this to you. I, I want to get treatment that matches my identity!"

The battle soon ended, a light rain began to fall in the sky, and the body of Grand Duke Mabra had been confined, and the body of Alberger, who had fought to death alone in the face of the enemy, was also put away.

His body had been dismembered into several sections, and it looked very broken.

In order to grab the credit, the soldiers of the rebel army greeted him with their swords and spears.

"Good job Sir Frank! You are the hero of this war!"

After the war, all the lords gathered together, and they joined Sir Frank to express their appreciation.

If he hadn't raided the Grand Duke Mabra in time, the war would have lost a lot of discipline.

Facing the admiration of these lords, Sir Frank only nodded slightly in response, and did not say much.

After this battle, Frank's status has almost reached the level of Earl Lorens.

Originally, the army he brought was the elite of the whole body of iron armor, which made him be treated differently by other lords, and this time he completely surpassed the Earl of Lorans and contributed to the victory of the war.

All the lords all expressed admiration for the young knight.

Count Lorens walked to Frant's side, barely squeezed out a smile and said: "Your offense has won us victory. You are a great hero, and I never hesitate to reward heroes. Well, what kind of reward do you want?"

Hearing this, Frank glanced at him, did not speak, turned around and left without saying a word, leaving only the awkward battle of Count Lorans standing on the spot.

"Puff..." Some lords laughed in a low voice.

This approach of Earl Lorens is really contemptible. People originally came here on behalf of a resistance force, and now you are high above you and say that you want to reward people, don't you just want to determine the honor and inferiority.

Looking at the looks and expressions of the other lords, Earl Lorans's face was blue and white, but he quickly returned to normal.

Seeing the Grand Duke Mabra pierced through his chest and dismembered almost incomplete Earl Alburg, Earl Lorens sighed lightly: "They are all worthy of respect, but it's a pity that they stand on the opposite side of us. !"

"I hope that they can be buried as believers of the Holy Father and with a specification worthy of their knighthood before they are alive!" Count Lorans looked at the other lords and said: "What do you think?"

The other lords nodded and said yes, and their contempt for Lord Lorrains's previous actions disappeared.

As for the Count of Kafta who surrendered, they didn't show any mercy at all, and they hanged directly in front of the gate of the Fortress of Basen.

With the victory of this war, the rebels have been resting for a few days in the Basen Fort ~lightnovelpub.net~ and they are advancing like a bamboo.

In the previous battle of the Fortress of Basen, because their army also suffered huge casualties and was on the verge of collapse, many counter-insurgents escaped.

However, their gains were also very great. In order to make it easier to escape, the soldiers lost all the armor and swords on their bodies. This time, they were all cheaper.

In addition, as the soldiers flee, the history of the Battle of Basen Fort was also communicated.

For a time, the entire empire was shocked three times a day, and the death of Grand Duke Mabra made everyone sigh.

Such a young and respectable old royal family, who had a high reputation and made great achievements in battle, died on the battlefield like this, and no one did not feel sorry for it.

Sadly, the name of Sir Frant has spread throughout the empire, and even with the blue-bottomed Mochizuki banner, it is also famous within the empire.

Of course, this is not a good reputation. In addition to being able to fight well, Frant has the title of despicable and shameless man. Because of the sneak attack on Duke Mabra, many people gritted their teeth with hatred.