Remember [New] for a second,! "Stop! Our crossbows won't be as merciful as we are!"

The sergeant snatched the heavy crossbow from the crossbowman beside him, aimed at the cavalry holding the white flag, and shouted loudly.

When the cavalry heard this, he immediately tightened the reins, the horses neighed and stopped slowly, and the cavalry also waved the white flag a few times, indicating that he was not malicious.

"I am the messenger of Lord Kesto, and I hereby request the transmission of your letters and messages!"

The sergeant was stunned for a moment, but then he returned to his previous solemn expression. He motioned for the other party to approach, but still kept his subordinates on guard. He used a ladder to turn over the wall by himself and walked to the other party.

"There are no military councillors here, there are only a few sergeants. They chose me as their representative. If you have something to say, I will convey it to Jerkala for you." The sergeant nodded to the cavalry, but did not salute. .

The cavalry, who was the messenger, was obviously a little unhappy. He slightly adjusted the burqa on his body, revealing the aristocratic coat of arms on his body. He obviously belonged to a member of the original Qiza nobles, and the civilian in front of him was born. Even if the sergeant is already a senior border officer who manages hundreds of soldiers, he has to bow his head and salute him in status.

"Please convey Lord Kesto's message to me, and give me the letter." The sergeant noticed the heraldic emblem on the young nobleman, but he didn't care, and his attitude did not improve in the slightest.

"Okay, given the current situation of both of us, I forgive you for being rude." The young noble rider helplessly found himself a step down, then cleared his throat and took out a seal with the seal of Lord Kesto. paper roll.

"The honorable Lord Kestor, the legitimate elector of the king of the Rhodok kingdom, has obtained the support of enough lords, and he has enough witnesses to prove that King Griffith threatened the nobles when he elected, and the result of his election is Illegal! His reign brought only a series of defeats and disgrace, leaving Rhodok lands to be trampled endlessly by the Swadians. But today, Lord Kestor will restore his claim to the throne , and has won enough support from nobles, he will sit on the throne that originally belonged to him, and will lead Rhodok to the side of the road of light! We will recover the lost land, restore the original lands of the lords, and rescue the victims Disaster tormented people! In the name of the honor of the Lord and all the Rhodoks, if the thief is unwilling to cede the throne that does not belong to him, let him accept the challenge of the rightful king and prove himself in the glorious war! "

The rider's voice was loud, and the way he held up the parchment scroll was quite eye-catching. At this distance, the soldiers on the wall heard his words, and some people began to whisper.

Seeing this scene, the young nobleman felt proud and excited. He thought that those people were responding to his words, denounced King Griffith's incompetence, and looked forward to the great rule that the new king would bring.

"Okay, I will convey it on your behalf. Now, give the letter to me, and I will guarantee that this letter will be delivered to His Majesty the King as quickly as possible. Now, please tell Lord Kesto and your lords, Please leave the army where they are, and don't take a step here, otherwise, I will regretfully defend our oath to defend our homeland with the powerful crossbow of Jerkala, no matter who we fight!"

The sergeant's expression did not change in the slightest. He still faced the young master with his head held high, and stretched out his hand to ask for the parchment scroll. There was not the slightest hint of cowardice or compromise in his tone.

"What a rude fellow!" The aristocratic young man scolded, and then handed the scroll, reluctantly riding his horse and returning to the formation.

"Spoiled child." The sergeant snorted coldly at the back of the cavalry, and walked back slowly. He knew his friends and subordinates, and he knew very well that the whispers on the walls were not the yearning for the new kingship and the rejection of the advanced rulers. They had had enough of the suffering caused by the war, and they hated the Swadian oppression, but they also hated the struggle for power among the nobles at home. Once, the Rhodoks were united against foreign enemies, but now, they have lost large swathes of their lords under foreign aggression, and their interiors are also torn apart. They just want to live a good life, guarding their homeland as soldiers from the northerners, and a large-scale war broke out over the throne? Even a beggar finds this ridiculous, doesn't it? !

However, the sergeant returned to the fence calmly, and immediately found a reliable young man who could act as a messenger, and told him to deliver this scroll to His Majesty the King. Afterwards, he began to write his own letters to send people to further inland villages, hoping that local soldiers would come to support. As for whether Lord Kestor will attack during this time? The sergeant didn't know, but he could only hope that the other party would give up this idea for the support of the people's hearts and the lords, otherwise, in the face of more than ten times the enemy, they would not have a chance to win. All he could do was fortify the walls as much as possible, set up traps and hold back horses, stock up on as many arrows as possible, polish all their weapons, and prepare for a battle they couldn't possibly have a chance to win.

However, in the next few days ~lightnovelpub.net~ Lord Kestor did not launch an attack. They camped across the river bank and occupied the villages on the other side of the river. While collecting supplies, they received the homeless refugees. , let them help themselves with chores or simply as simply armed soldiers. They kept their word, but apparently, they were also preparing for battle, as Sergeant he did.

And in the city of Jerkala, the scroll had already been in the hands of King Griffith.

[To Griffith, my former friend

Since you stole the throne, your rule has been cast aside and the lands of Rhodok have been falling to rivals in the most humiliating thing in a century. Now, wise lords of Rhodok, nobles who have paid dearly for your failures, they will stand by my side and demand your abdication.

Of course, I know that you will not accept this decision easily, and there are indeed some stubborn people who choose to support you, so I will give you a chance. On the last day of the month, we have a contest on the northern border of your realm, king to king, army to army, in glorious battle to decide the throne.

The true king of Rhodok Kesto]

Now, people are waiting for King Griffith's answer.