It wasn't until Benito was splashed head-on by a basin of cold sewage that he woke up instantly from the chaos.

But he still pretended not to wake up, closing his eyes to feel his state.

He felt that he was sitting on the ground, and his back was tightly bound by the ropes that circled round and round from his lower abdomen to his chest, and was tied to some kind of pillar.

And his hands are stretched upwards, the arms are slightly curled up, and the palms are at the same height as the head. There are ropes around his wrists, connected from the other side of the post. In this position, you can't break free on your own.

Benito made a judgment in his heart.

There were only three people in the room before.

Except for himself and Bowa who was stunned by himself, there was only the last person left.

The person he trusted most, "Moonbow" Hildigard. He was the only one among all the top officials who was not of noble origin and was promoted by Benito himself.

Benito felt a fire burning in his heart.

It is the fire of anger, reason, hatred and pain

"Has he not woken up yet?"

asked a young voice.

"No, he's awake.

Hildigard's signature indifferent voice came: "His breathing has changed. He is probably checking his own state.

"Well said.

Benito did not continue to pretend to be dizzy, but calmly opened his eyes.

In the dark, closed space, only the torch on the wall was lit. The faint light of the fire came and hit behind everyone, only the outlines of many human figures could be outlined.

Although there is light, it makes people's faces darker.

For a moment, Benito could only recognize the person he was most familiar with.

"Hildigard, what can you get from these rebels?" he asked calmly, he didn't reprimand him angrily. Why did you betray yourself, when did you collude with these traitors... that doesn't make any sense.

He knew the hunter in green. Hildigard is not the type of person who tends to get hotheaded, he is the most calm and patient hunter. Once he makes a decision, he will definitely not have any useless moves, and he can win with just one blow.

Just like the blow that knocked him down from behind.

And, Benitoce is good too...what the hell. Can seduce this pure warrior who is not interested in beauty and property. Until now, Benito had no idea what Hildigard was after.

The archer in the green armor raised his proud white jade longbow, and spun the longbow in a circle with only three fingers.

"Peace, Your Majesty."

He replied: "And prosperity.

"I, too, can bring peace and prosperity to the Goths!"

Benito's voice suddenly rose a lot: "I am the king of Goths! Only I can lead you to victory!"

"We don't need to win either.

A nobleman said coldly: "Not to mention your victory.

"That's your victory. Not ours.

Another replied: "We are not traitors, you are.

"My victory is your victory!"

Benito shouted angrily.

"This is different, Bloodstone King.

An old nobleman sighed: Today is not the past. War has changed, and you don't know it.

Benito heard it. He is the Marquis of Lanno.

So the corner of his mouth raised in disdain.

A nickname that nobles never dared to say in front of Benito. Although Benito has long known of its existence.

He beheaded those who resisted him on the marble square he designed himself, and let their bodies kneel there forever. The blood soaked in the crevices of the stones, and even the stones bit the color and changed their luster. Even after cleaning it, the stone turned into a smooth material like Wangshi. The bodies of the dweim were then burned to crumbs and mixed with the mud used to build the city walls. It is believed that within every wall is a weeping spirit. Even the bravest soldiers will always feel that the walls are a little cold and untenable.

"How dare you call me that now?"

Benito looked at Marquis Lanno who was leaning on a cane without fear. Said sarcastically: "It seems that you old **** is not afraid of being built a wall anymore.

Marquis Lannuo said calmly: "Because you lost.

He raised his cane, pulled it down suddenly, and the stick fell **** Benito's face.

He couldn't help but close his eyes at the pain he hadn't felt in more than ten years. He felt that his face, which had been hit by the cane, was numb at first, and then became hot and hot, as if it had swelled up.

Benito's face turned grim. But he didn't yell or curse, but just stared at Marquis Lano fiercely. He spat out the **** saliva... However, his mouth had no strength, and he spit the saliva on his thigh. Hildigard said: "Times have changed, Your Majesty. War has changed everything. Roots. Unless the enemy deliberately wants to kill us, we can't take any injuries." Marquis Lano said, "The capital is armor, weapons, horses , accessories. We will be awarded if we do meritorious deeds, and we will be captured if we fail. Our family will give enough ransom to redeem us. This is a loss of capital, but it is harmless.

"But it's different now."

Marquis Lannuo said softly: "You are a warrior. But how long has it been since you went to the battlefield, my lord?"

"That kind of weapon can crush at least seven or eight soldiers to pieces with just one shot. Even a well-protected noble soldier will lose arms, legs, or eyes at the very least, and if he is not careful, he will directly lose his life. ;The Franks also have a weapon. It can make everyone shoot arrows wrapped in flames like a Persian priest. Yesterday. They even took out a demon fire that cannot be quenched by water.

"Whether it is noble or commoner, whether it is infantry or cavalry, no matter how skilled the sword is, how strong the armor is, it means nothing in front of the demonic weapons of the Franks."

Another young nobleman said: "We believe that it is still possible for you to lead the Gothic...but it will take enough sacrifices.

"But who are you going to sacrifice?"

The aristocrat who bought it in the year took over.

Lan Nuohou said in a deep voice: "We have never been so united for a moment. It is all thanks to you, tyrant.

now. Our goals are the same, the purpose is the same. The war has been fought for too long. Everyone but you is already bored. Now this tragic battle cannot be fought-no one wants to fight. Because we had no enmity with Falk, if he became our king, Goth would have one less cruel tyrant and one more virtuous king, so why not?

The Marquis of Lannuo said solemnly: "You are our gift to the new king, Your Majesty. I will try my best to ensure that you can still breathe when you meet King Solomon. Of course, you can also try to commit suicide, but that would be the same as We have nothing to do."

The nobles left one by one, and finally only Hildigard was left standing by.

"Hildigard. You are from Charles.

Benito whispered: "When did you tell...?"

Hildigard looked at Benito, the corners of his mouth suddenly raised.

"From the beginning, Your Majesty.

Shi Wang murmured in a low voice.

He raised his head and looked at the hunter in green with his bloodshot eyes.

"I beg you one last thing, Hildigard. You must promise me." He said in a hoarse voice.

"Kill me. Now.

Benito glared at Hildigard, raised his head and poked his neck: "I lost to you, I lost to Charles. But I didn't lose to that group of trash—"Okay.

Hildigard nodded bluntly, and reminded: "My arrow hurts very much. He didn't get a response, so he shot an arrow with a moss bow. The meteor flashed in an instant, and sank into Benito's heart without a sound. .

rear. He left the room without looking back. Benito's flesh festered and rotted quickly, and Benito's face instantly became ferocious. The pain caused him to crush his teeth, and his arms were bleeding out, but he didn't let out a scream. In the end, the Gothic tyrant tilted his head, stared wide-eyed, and glared at the ground under his feet as ferociously as ever.

Totally lost breath.