Chapter 208 The End (Part 7)

The atmosphere in the hall was very solemn, as if it was before a storm, gloomy and scary.

When Luther expressed his position, it became like this.

Naz, Wilson looked at Luther with appreciation and thought. "You are worthy of being the successor of Old Sol, the next generation of Pompeii Knight."

Lucy, Barton's face became extremely ugly, because his original plan was to take down the vassals without bloodshed and bring Barton under his rule.

That would preserve the strength to the maximum extent to cope with the current unstable environment in Orange.

Lucy, Barton did not lie, he did not kill the baron and his wife. On the one hand, Lucy, Barton was not so cruel as to kill his parents, on the other hand, if he killed his parents to take the throne, he would not be able to sit in the position for long.

The Libyan Earl would not sit idly by.

Lucy, Barton was not that stupid.

On the contrary, it was indeed him who murdered Mousse, Gandor, Babana, and Gandor, and everything was within his plan, so he could rush back.

The reason he rushed back was just to celebrate with Xixia and Gandor and inherit the title of Gandor Knight.

At this time, the baron died suddenly, and Lucy Barton could only act hastily, leading the guardian knights loyal to him to prepare to seize power.

Although the plan was a little hasty, Lucy Barton was still very confident that he could complete the seizure.

Because the biggest obstacle, Barbana, Gandor, had died.

But obviously, no matter how perfect the plan is, it can't compare to the change of people's hearts. The only thing Lucy and Barbana didn't expect was that Naz and Wilson would be so tough.

Even Luther Pompey, the little brat, could stand up bravely.

Lucy and Barton wanted to make a final effort, because if the vassal knights in front of him were killed, then the Barton family would really be very weak.

"Luther, remember the last dance? I thought we were friends." Lucy and Barton said to Luther in a gentle tone.

"As long as you can put down the knight's sword in your hand, I can guarantee your safety, the territory and status of the Pompeii family will be maintained, and I will allow you to develop a city."

Lucy, Barton changed his strategy.

Luther had wanted to do something on Lucy, Barton's face for a long time.

Now is an opportunity.

Luther said in a teasing tone: "There is a book that says that it is better to believe a woman's butt than a politician's promise. Because even if a woman's butt is flat, it will feel good. The words of politicians are just farts."

Lipton, Soran almost laughed, but thinking about the serious scene now, he could only hold it back. There are many people like Lipton and Soran.

The solemn and gloomy atmosphere at the scene was swept away.

"Do it!" Lucy, Barton's face suddenly became uglier. He yelled, ordering the people in the hall to do it, and also ordering the people outside the hall to do it.

Luther's face changed, and he yelled at Naz and Wilson: "Rush out, rush back to our fiefdoms and combine forces to encircle and suppress Lucy and Patton. If we all die here, everything will be over."

Luther had already calculated that even if he wanted to turn against Lucy and Patton, he could not fight to the death.

There is a saying that goes, a hero does not suffer a loss in front of him.

As long as Luther returns to Pompeii, he can organize a force to launch a counterattack against Lucy and Patton.

"Okay." Naz and Wilson obviously thought so too, and said without thinking.

A breakout battle is about to break out.

…………..

"It's over."

When the sound of Lucy and Patton's actions rang out in the hall, Newton closed his eyes and felt that his life was over.

They could only be slaughtered.

"Alas, my handsome face has only existed in the world for less than 20 years." Williams' voice was no longer trembling. He took out a mirror from his mother's small bag, looked at his cheek narcissistically, and said.

A little bit of fun before dying can ease the tension.

Williams's slightly trembling thighs revealed his mood.

No one is not afraid of death, especially at such a young age.

"Alas, since we are the family members of the lords and nobles, we also need to take risks." Mrs. Sophie sighed and hugged Mrs. Soren beside her. She didn't care much about herself.

She was just worried about Luther.

"I've been married and had children, and it's nothing if I die now. But Luther hasn't married yet."

Mrs. Sophie thought with a sigh.

She didn't know what happened at all, but she could guess that if she was going to die here, the enemy would never let Luther and others go.

Everything was over.

Mrs. Sophie, Mrs. Soren and other ladies closed their eyes, while Newton, Williams, and the family's knights were ready to start.

Although they felt they were doomed, they still wanted to jump around a bit.

They were also heirs who had started knight training at the age of eight. After so many years of training, it seemed a bit of a loss to stand and wait for death without resistance.

Three senior knights, twenty intermediate knights, and some peripheral knights had to deal with a group of rookie knights, women and children, and some ordinary guard knights.

It was a massacre no matter how you looked at it.

But things often turned around in desperate situations.

With a loud "boom", the gate of the castle shattered in a shocking earth-yellow fighting spirit, and Old Sol seemed like a god wearing golden armor and stepping on five-colored clouds.

In short, it was awesome.

Old Sol first examined the situation in front of him, and then roared.

"Who are you guys? How dare you run wild in Barton Castle. And Xi Suo, Rufen, what on earth do you do for a living? Why did you let so many outsiders in?"

Old Sol's roar had not yet ended, and he rushed up.

Without releasing his fighting spirit, he relied on the strength of his body to burst out with a powerful speed, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of a senior knight of the other side.

His hand rose, and the sword fell.

A big head soared into the sky.

The headless body bloomed a bright blood flower, and then fell into a pool of blood.

The great knight and the senior knight seemed to be only one level apart, but in fact they were worlds apart.

A senior knight can beat at least ten intermediate knights, and by analogy, an intermediate knight can beat at least ten junior knights. But for a great knight, unless it is a special case, no matter how many senior knights there are, they cannot pose a threat to the great knight.

Otherwise, the great knight would not be so popular.

The King of Prussia was even willing to use the court title in exchange for the loyalty of a great knight.

Since Old Thor appeared, the war was over.

The great knight was so awesome.