Why did the lord rebel

Chapter 343 Shadow Guard
The rock creek city crossbowman leaned his disrepaired crossbow on a wine barrel, patted his body with his hand, and smacked his lips.

"Hello!" He turned to his partner who was sitting at the table and was concentrating on reading the novel, that castle swordsman with sloppy sword skills and a rigid mind, "Have you brought a wine glass?"

The swordsman raised his head from the novel published by the elf organization "Biqu Pavilion", looked at the crossbowman stupidly, and unconsciously tapped his fingers on the surface of the wooden table in the wine cellar.

"We are here for patrol, why would I bring a wine glass?" the swordsman said dryly, as if the crossbowman who asked this question was an idiot.

"Fuck!" the crossbowman of Rock Creek cursed, "Didn't I tell you! We are responsible for patrolling the castle underground today! It's our turn to approach the wine cellar only once a week, why the hell did you forget the wine glass?! No wine glass? drink wine?!"

The swordsman was dumbfounded, opened his mouth, and said nothing.

The crossbowman kicked furiously at the rows of giant wine barrels embedded in the cellar wall.

——These two people, one is the crossbowman of the former Rock Creek City Defense Army, and the other is the guard of the Rock Creek City Castle. Although they are both armed forces of the Grand Duchy of Houston, they are far away from each other;

However, after the civil strife in Rock Creek City, many soldiers of the Rock Creek City Defense Army died in the melee, or betrayed the Grand Duchy and went south to the Land of Cracked Soul, and went to the newly established "Blackwater Security Company" in Shuangfengling to earn money as mercenaries. big money

The crossbowman was loyal to the Houston family and did not run away with the trend. Instead, he followed the remaining troops of the city defense army and shrank back to the central castle of Rock Creek City under the orders of the Duke of Houston and the black priest. I have been working together with this Mr. Swordsman ever since.

Like most of the soldiers in the castle today, in order to "protect the safety of His Excellency the Grand Duke and His Excellency the Black Priest" and completely turn this ancient fortress into an indestructible tortoise shell, this newly formed duo also needs to work in shifts every day Patrol the castle.

According to the instructions of the current commander of Rock Creek Castle and the new favorite of the Duke of Houston, Captain Philip, they usually only have one night shift a week to be on duty underground in the castle—and this patrol task is the first-class in the eyes of all castle defenders. American difference;
The reason is also very simple: there is wine to drink.

The underground wine cellar of Rock Creek City, which houses the rare wine hoarded by the Houston family for hundreds of years, is a huge wealth in this castle;

The wine stored in the wine cellar has always been used only by the grand duke to entertain distinguished guests. Originally, these ordinary soldiers would never taste a drop of wine in their lifetime. Usually, the wine cellar manager of the castle, the serious and shrewd Old John The husband makes a book and manages it himself, and he can't steal it if he wants to.

In recent days, however, things have changed a lot:
First of all, the Grand Duke of Houston, who cherishes the most fine wines, stays behind closed doors. Recently, it is the black priest who is domineering at the castle of Rock Creek City. The black priest does not care about the wine stored in the castle, and has never asked. the condition of the wine cellar;
Secondly, Old John, the wine cellar manager in the castle, suddenly left Rock Creek City for some reason.

Some of the soldiers in the castle said that Old John ran away because he saw the situation was not good, and some said that Old John went to investigate grape varieties, but no matter what, the wine cellar of Rock Creek Castle is really empty now. Guarded virgin land.

So these days, all the castle guards who were on duty on the night shift at the basement of the castle did not patrol the corridors according to the regulations, but all sat in the wine cellar to steal wine:

Take two wine glasses, sit in the middle of the wine cellar, stretch out your hand casually, and you can take a full glass of fine wine from the wine barrel, which even the nobles will never taste...

Even though they were locked in such a fortress that they couldn't freely enter and exit, the guards of Rock Creek Castle felt that their little life was really good.

Unfortunately, the two fools who were on shift guarding the castle dungeon today and who should have had the chance to sip a glass of wine just forgot to bring their glasses.

The crossbowman glared angrily at the castle swordsman who forgot to bring his wine glass, then looked at the barrel again, and suddenly had an idea.

He took off the old scarred iron helmet he was wearing on his head, grabbed the cotton coat and wiped the inner wall carelessly, then brought the iron helmet to the outlet valve of the wine barrel, and unscrewed the tap.

There was a sound of running water, and the mellow wine was poured into this steel helmet cameo version of the wine bowl, and the air in the wine cellar also had an intoxicating aroma of wine.

The castle swordsman was overjoyed when he saw this, and hurriedly stood up from the table, took off his helmet, followed the example of the crossbowman, and took a helmet full of grapes and wine.

After receiving the wine, the two wretches sat down at the table with hippie smiles, and drank it in gulps. The expensive wine that the Houston family had treasured for many years was poured into their mouths like drinking horses without mercy.

Now, the entire Rock Creek Castle is already a locked and isolated city. They are locked in the castle with a group of soldiers every day, and are scolded by the black priest and Captain Philip. The psychological pressure these two big soldiers bear is really not enough Small;
As a result, I drank too much immediately after drinking:

Although the wine of the castle is not the strongest dwarven wine, it is not the kind of bland liquid mixed with water in the town bar. The dim yellow flame of the lantern on the wall also tended to become a double image.

What followed was that the girls couldn't keep their mouths shut anymore.

"Hey...Tim..." The castle swordsman pulled out his face from the huge helmeted wine bowl, the beard that had not been shaved for several days was covered with dark red wine, "You said...we... When...can I go out? This...in the castle...there are no chicks to play with..."

"Get out? What a fart!" The crossbowman across the table cursed with a huge belch, and slammed the table hard, "That... what... black priest bastard..."

"Hey!" The swordsman's eyes, blurred by alcohol, became clear for a moment of fear, "Don't call me that, Mr. Black Priest..."

As a result, the crossbowman spat heavily on the ground.

"Damn!" he cursed loudly, "that... black priest, he's a fucking bastard! Ordering us...to be locked up...in this broken castle...what's the use of it! I really thought... Can... keep those... sons of bitches out there..."

Having said that, the crossbowman blinked, obviously due to the effect of alcohol, he couldn't remember what he was going to say next.

"Speaking of which...Tim..." the swordsman muttered, "Do you know why, the black priest wants...to keep everyone in the castle?"

"Why?" the crossbowman sneered, "What else... why the hell?! It's not that bastard, and the Duke of Houston, who is afraid of that Elliot Igor in the south!"

The swordsman blinked, obviously not impressed with the name "Eliot Igor".

"Who is that?" He asked while drinking heavily from his helmet.

"Hmph, you idiots who stay in the castle every day... definitely don't know!" The crossbowman sneered even more proudly, "Our city defense army, but the outside world... knows everything! Elliott Igor, that is, the newly appointed lord of the Land of Broken Soul in the south!"

"There are imperial lords in the land of cracking souls?!" The swordsman asked stupidly, "Isn't that place a place where birds don't shit?"

The crossbowman scoffed at the ignorance of the swordsman:

"Just took office two years ago! Guess what? Don't look at this Elliott Igor, he seems to be in his early 20s, but he really fucking let him build his fucking territory from scratch in the wasteland! Before... our city defense army was still talking about this... this boy Igor must be the illegitimate son of the **** Supreme God..."

"Impossible..." The swordsman muttered.

"Not so? Why not?" the crossbowman patted the table and said, "It took me two years to not only build up the territory in the land of cracked souls, but also for some fucking reason, set up a land from the imperial capital. The title of duke is back... This year is even more outrageous, that kid has become the fucking 'President Southern Military Affairs'! Do you know what 'President Southern Military Affairs' is? Huh?"

The swordsman's demented expression clearly showed that he didn't know anything.

After venting his anger, the crossbowman took a sip of wine and sighed:
"It's really impossible to talk to those of you who don't listen to the outside world... the waste in the castle... All in all, this Elliot Igor is now a powerful figure in the southern part of the empire! But The most fucking stupid thing, do you know what it is? Our respected Grand Duke of Houston, our city of Rock Creek, for some reason, has made a feud with someone!"

"The Grand Duke of Houston has a grudge against that Igor?!" The swordsman let out a mouse-like scream.

"Don't ask me how the girls made the feud. I don't know about those nobles and idiots..." The crossbowman of the city defense army waved his hands irritably, stood up with his empty helmet in his hand, and wanted to go to the bar. Another bowl of wine was placed next to the barrel, "...to tell you the truth, that Elliott Igor's power is getting stronger and stronger, and our Rock Creek City was brought down by another idiot's internal chaos. What the Grand Duke of Houston fears the most is that Elliot Igor took advantage of the situation and came here to seek revenge..."

Having said that, the crossbowman hiccupped, then continued to sneer while twisting the barrel valve:

"Or, guess why all of us have to shrink in the castle like a fucking ostrich? It wasn't because the Duke of Houston was afraid that the defense would be empty, so the assassin sent by the Igor family wiped his neck..."

"This is too exaggerated..." The swordsman stared blankly at his helmet wine bowl and murmured.

The crossbowman took the wine with his helmet in his hand, turned his head and gave the rapper a blank look, and was too lazy to say anything.

In fact, these two bastards are quite lucky-because they have been nesting in the castle all day, they don't even know the terrible news that the Confederate Army is approaching the city at this moment.

"But, but, Tim..." The swordsman drooped his head for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and said, "...we can't stay in the castle forever...so...so...can we?"

The clatter of receiving the wine stopped.

The crossbowman of the city defense army supported the wine tap with his hand, and was silent for a moment thoughtfully, then walked back to the table with the half-helmed wine, and sat back in the chair.

"I can't stay like this." The crossbowman stared at the swordsman and said, with a determination in his tone that made the swordsman fear new, "Harry...we can't fucking follow Houston and that black priest bastard in this stupid castle stay here forever."

The swordsman said in a daze:
"Tim... what do you mean?"

"What I mean is..." the crossbowman mused while sipping his drink slowly, "...the Houston family is finished. The Grand Duke doesn't know how many days are left to live, and that Leon Houston has run away Where, now Rock Creek City can't even find a decent heir... The Grand Duke is finished, he must not be able to fight against that Elliot Igor!"

"So?" The swordsman was a little frightened by the defeatist conclusion drawn by his companion.

"So we have to figure out a way out!" The crossbowman put his helmet on the table and narrowed his eyes. "The Duke of Houston is finished, but we can't bury him with him, and we can't suffocate him in this castle! Harry...you believe me ?"

The swordsman blinked and stammered:
"I, of course I believe you, Tim..."

"Okay!" The crossbowman gritted his teeth, raised his fist and hammered on the table, "Then let me say, we must find a way to sneak out as soon as possible, and then go to the south to join that Elliot Igor! Harry, Have you ever seen the tumbleweeds in the wilderness? Only by following the direction of the wind can we survive, we cannot stand on the side of the losers, we must go to the winners!"

The swordsman was stunned for seven or eight seconds before screaming:
"Tee, Tim! You want to join the enemy!"

"It's all about finding a way to survive... One day in the future, that Elliot Igor will bring someone to fight at the door, won't we all die?" the crossbowman said bitterly, "Still 'surrendering to the enemy'...Harry, what do you mean? Say, how long has the Black Priest and Captain Philip been out of military pay? Are those bastards in Rock Creek and Houston still worthy of our continued loyalty?"

The swordsman murmured, not knowing how to refute, but the long-standing habit of guarding the Grand Duke in the castle all the year round made it difficult for him to agree with his partner's idea of ​​joining the enemy.

The crossbowman knew that this elm-headed man would be confused for a while, so he didn't bother to talk anymore, rolled his eyes, picked up his helmet and continued to drink.

However, while sipping the scarlet wine, he didn't notice that the level of the wine, which was supposed to be calm, suddenly trembled violently for no reason.

In the next second, under the silent drive of the "Tide Caller" of the Giant Whale City, the wine in the helmet condensed into a water blade that rose suddenly from the bowl, and poured straight into the crossbowman's eyebrows. The wine and the red blood bloomed into a gorgeous rose at the same time.

The swordsman on the opposite side of the table saw a sudden redness in front of his eyes, and before he even had time to stand up, he was wiped by a cold dagger on his neck, and fell softly to the ground without a sound.

The "Ruststone Town" assassin holding a dagger, and the Tidecaller Master hiding in the darkness exchanged glances, and after confirming their safety, they whistled into the depths of the wine cellar.

So, Duke Elliot Igor, who was still being discussed by two unlucky soldiers just now, was surrounded by Eldridge, Alice Comstock, and a group of southern horsemen, from the wine Out of the shadows deep in the cellar.

(End of this chapter)