Whispers of the Gods

Chapter 127 Nalanni V (1)

Today is the seventh day of the siege of the Palacis Holy Empire army, and it is also the fourth day after she arrived under the walls of Blood Oath Fortress.

Nalanni sat on a wooden chair in her tent, sharpening her longsword, but she didn't think she'd be able to use any of the weapons because the whole battle was going nowhere.

People were coming and going outside the tent, and horses neighed constantly. Weigel was still making some heartless jokes. He liked to tease the new knight Ragueno from the savannah. The latter had a good temper and never Angry because of these.

The slave army dug two trenches outside Bloodsworn Hold, one four hundred yards away and the other two hundred yards away.

"Star Hunter" Bretor and his Broken Soul Knights arrived on the battlefield ahead of the other two knights seven days ago. In order to seize the central position of the coach, he did not hesitate to march overnight.

But Nalanni did not allow anyone to challenge her authority, not even the difficult Bretor.She directly ordered her Knights of Prophecy to start filling the first ravine, and set up camp in front of the camp of the Knights of the Broken Soul. Alaron "Ya Swan" of the Scarlet Knights hid far away, and the three hired by him Mercenary regiments camped to the north of them.

Placing the camp so close could have put her army in a precarious position, with 300+ yards being exactly the maximum range for a crossbow.But Nalanni knew her enemies. The slave army did not have crossbows. Their long-range weapons were only bows and arrows, and the longest range of longbows was only 250 yards.

This pissed Bretor off. Someone should have painted him in such a frenzy, but he had nothing to do with Nalanni. If he wanted to settle the dispute with a duel, she would be more than happy to prove it to the whole army. Let's see who is the real leader.

She has never lost to anyone in swordsmanship. Archbishop Gironsh said that this is something that Nalanni is born with, and it cannot be learned the day after tomorrow.

The noise outside the tent made her unable to calm down and think. Nalanni sighed with some complaints, put the sword in its scabbard, got up and walked out.

The crowd gathered outside the door, they were looking towards the back of the camp, chattering.

"What's wrong?" Nalanni asked Weigel.

"It's the Broken Soul Knights. They captured a prisoner." Weigel, who had black curly hair and was wearing silver body armor, replied with a light smile.

"A prisoner?" Nalanni was a little surprised. They were still besieging the city, so where did he find the prisoner? "How did they catch it?"

"I don't know, Bretor said it himself." Weigel shook his head, pointing forward with his mouth curled up, "He looks like he wants to show off fiercely."

Nalanni followed Weigel's gaze helplessly. In the camp behind them, Bretor, wearing black armor, was tying a thin man with a naked upper body to a stake, holding a folded The whip was drawn, and circled around the captive.

"Let's go and have a look." She said to Wei Geer and Ragnol beside her.Her gut told her something was wrong.

They walked past the burning campfire, the smell of servants stirring the stew, and the smell of pepper on fat roasted sausages.But almost all the soldiers were attracted by Bretor and his captives, and they gradually gathered in a circle, wanting to add some fun to this boring camp life.

"Get out of the way!" Weigel walked in front of Nalanni to open the way for her. When the other soldiers saw that it was the head of the Knights of Prophecy, they immediately put away their expressions of "who are you?" and obediently made way for her. road.

"How many people are there in your castle? How many days can you eat food?"

After they squeezed through the crowd, the ginger-haired and sharp-browed Bretor had already started his public interrogation. He picked up his whip and slammed it on the ground twice. The grassy land draws cracks.

"I'm not……"

"Don't talk nonsense! I will answer whatever I ask!" Just as the weak man on the stake wanted to speak, he was slapped hard by Bretor wearing a steel gauntlet. Hit the general with an iron-rimmed shield.

Looking at the beaten captive who was coughing and vomiting blood, Nalanni's eyelids twitched, "Star Hunter" didn't care about this person's life or death at all.

His eyes were gray, indicating that he was a Saverio, and he had a star brand on his chest, indicating that he had been a slave.But his current attire is no different from that of other slaves. No matter how bad Solman's slave army soldiers are, they would wear slightly protective leather armor.

"Speak!" Seeing that the captive didn't meet his request, Bretor directly raised his whip and whipped it on the thin man's back, making a thunderous "swish", leaving a deep bloodstain in an instant.

"Ja..." The prisoner was beaten unconscious, and began to call his mother in Saverio language.

"You lowly bastard! What did you say, are you scolding me?" Bretor's face was flushed with rage, and he raised his whip to throw it down again.

"Enough!" Nalanni stood up from the crowd, "Stop immediately!"

At her cry, Bretor turned and narrowed his defiant brown eyes on Nalanni.

"You have no right to stop me, Nalanni," Bretor said menacingly, "I won't take orders from a damned woman."

"Where did you catch this prisoner?" Nalanni asked.

"My men found him surreptitiously watching us outside the camp of the Knights of the Broken Soul." Bretor twisted the golden wristlet with the screaming head on his hand, "he must be that Thorman spies."

"Or he's just a poor fellow who happened to pass by, or a slave you just picked up from the camp," Nalanni said.

Bretor snorted disdainfully, Nalanni hated his condescending gaze, this haughty and conceited man had never regarded her as an equal, let alone the commander-in-chief of his superiors.

"You are all baseless accusations. If I were you, I would be careful what I say." Bretor continued to stare at Nalanni, who did not show weakness and did not look away open plan.

The surrounding soldiers dared not speak out, no one wanted to provoke the irritable Bretor or the cold-blooded Nalanni.

"Really? This is not the first time you have done this." Nalanni was seduced by her own competitiveness, and had no intention of giving in. "I heard that there are slaves' heads everywhere in Broken Soul City, and many of them are innocent people."

"Guilty or innocence is not up to you to decide, woman. Before the holy day, all unbelievers are guilty." Bretor replied decisively, "I have never had a wronged soul under my sword."

(End of this chapter)