Chapter 1212. Completely screwed
I had used a little too much force just now, but that's okay. After calming down, Darkus continued, "I'm sorry for making you laugh."
At this moment, the sound of the servants' laughter could be heard outside. Bassetin stood up, parted the curtain and took a look. Seeing that there was nothing wrong, he nodded to Joniwa and sat back down.
Joniwa picked up the wild fruit from the plate and said casually, "I'm sorry, these servants are just a bunch of farmers. They are crude and rude. I hope you don't mind."
Dacun ignored the question and asked curiously, "I heard that Duke Hypnes de Liones is a lady?"
Upon hearing the name, the two knights became interested.
Joniva put down the wild fruit and said excitedly, "Yes, War Maiden, Hepans is a lady. Although she is younger than me, she is the pride of Lyonness and Bretonnia."
"Three years ago, a massive plague fleet dropped anchor off the coast of Bretonnia. The fleet was so foul that the sea behind it turned black. Chaos began to ravage northern Bretonnia, and we heeded the call of King Lewis the Brave to join the king's army in Cologne. In the Battle of the Lament, I saw with my own eyes that Commander Akrim of the Skull Reapers killed King Lewis. In that battle, we were badly defeated, and half of our knights died. Chaos surrounded Cologne, and Bathestin and I managed to break through by chance." Giovanni's tone was heavy at the end.
Bassetin continued, "During the breakout, our group was separated, and we encountered the War Maiden in a village. I'll never forget that scene. She wore armor clearly ill-suited to her figure, rode atop a warhorse, wielding a giant sword and holding a lily banner high. She called on us to muster our courage to fight again. Seeing such a young woman brave enough to fight against the mighty Chaos, I felt deeply ashamed. I felt obligated to follow her, regardless of whether the outcome was honor or death."
Giovanni spoke proudly, "Reunited, we were unstoppable. Under the command of the War Maiden and His Excellency Henry Le Massif, the Great, we charged forward. Cologne's walls were crumbling under the assault of the Chaos Lord Kalan the Blighted. Just then, the War Maiden, bearing the Fleur-de-Lys banner, led us forward. Our troops, dignified and resolute, held their heads high, drums and horns blaring, horses leaping and spears drawn. We formed a wedge, the War Maiden bravely charging at the forefront, and we followed her, slicing through the Chaos formation from the flank. As Kalan the Blighted raised her greatsword over his hideous face, he was dazzled by the War Maiden's blade and beheaded with a single blow. Cologne was thus liberated. We pursued the remnants of Chaos all the way to the coast, driving the enemy into the sea and slaying them in the name of justice. In gratitude, Young King Lewis granted the War Maiden not only all the honors she possessed but also the entire Duchy of Lyonesse."
Dacius pondered, "The Siege of Orleans? That's too strong! Could it be any more stereotyped?" Then, applauding politely, he said, "This was truly a magnificent battle. Your lords' story is fascinating. In my opinion, you embody the perfection and glory of chivalry. I believe that in the near future, your chivalrous virtues will spread throughout Bretonnia, delighting the people. Your deeds of chivalry will be immortalized in history!"
Joniwa and Bassettin smiled and nodded, their faces full of smugness, in response to the flattery.
Daquus raised his glass, closed his eyes, and drank the remaining wine. He listened to the sound of the tide, as if the rumble of thunder were near his ears, and thousands of soldiers were already standing by his side. The wind of Gul blew fiercely, followed by the curse of Allahel. A cloud filled with spirits covered the outside of the tent, and invisible claws grasped the enemy's throat.
"Thank you very much, my Lords. I must sincerely say that I have never had a more pleasant experience with humans. However, we must now resolve those unpleasant matters. Perhaps we should set off for the place where I will be judged?"
The four of them stood up, and Bastien picked up the last wild fruit on the table.
"If we leave now," said Jonivar, "we could reach Avignon before midnight. My dear Baldek Darkblade, you are a warm and hospitable host. The meal was excellent, and the stories were wonderful. I will do my best to ensure that you are treated as a noble while imprisoned."
Dacus made an elegant noble salute and said, "It is my honor, my lords. I can't think of a better way to while away the time. Perhaps, I can entertain you with one last story? I believe you will find great humor in it." Then he pulled open the curtain of the tent.
A chill penetrated the armor of the two knights, reaching their skulls. Bastien's mouth dropped open, and the fruit in his hand fell to the carpet.
Outside the tent, the servants were forced to kneel in rows, their hands bound behind their backs and gagged. Druki soldiers rode on the servants, pulling their heads and holding serrated daggers to their throats. The Bretonnian warhorses were held by their trainers, while the inferior and inferior horses were led by Druki soldiers, remaining calm and composed. Ryan and Alyssa, siblings, stood outside the tent, their eyes blazing with rage. Several Black Sharp Crossbowmen and Black Ark Pirates aimed their crossbows at the tent door. Upon seeing Darkius raise the curtain, they immediately unloaded their crossbows. In the distance, the bodies of several sentinels lay sprawled on the ground, crossbow bolts lodged in their heads and throats.
Joniwa and Bassettin's faces were pale and filled with shock. Their previous high spirits had long since vanished, and they were shocked by the secrecy and coordination of the entire operation. Responding immediately, the Black Ark pirates, who had rushed into the tent, drew their swords and immediately restrained the two with their classic three-piece set. Darkius, standing by the tent door, waved his hand.
The great evil moon, Morslieb! This ominous and terrifying moon hangs in the night sky. Its pale green light shines on the earth, and this is the sign of death!
Pushed out of the tent, the two men gazed at the three-masted Druki plunderer anchored in the distance, along with several smaller boats constantly crisscrossing the water. Cold Ones and Scourge Walker chariots were unloaded onto the beach one after another, and the following Druki soldiers, without waiting for the boats to reach shore, jumped directly into the water and lined up on the beach.
Darkius walked out of the tent and said in a cold voice, "This is a short story. Two promising young noble lords of Bretonnia were deceived by the enemy's trickery and will spend the rest of their short lives in Hag Graef's mines."