"Arthur, stop it! There are people from the Peake family outside!"
Whitegrove's "White Palace" is the hall that once witnessed the fierce quarrel between the three brothers.
The instructor inside Main Keep held on to Arthur White's arm with a very urgent attitude. "The opponent has already entered quickly and the castle cannot be defended! You take the lead and surrender quickly, maybe we can save our lives----"
Arthur, who was pulled by the instructor, was trembling slightly, his face was bloodless, and his eyes were full of undisguised fear.
The clash of weapons and shouts of death outside the white palace are getting closer and closer.
House Peake, House Roxton----and the soldiers of that damn Dirk Novis poured into this pure white and beautiful castle like a tide.
Arthur could almost guess that the white mortar on the stone walls was slowly peeling off, revealing the dark red bricks underneath.
Each one is as bright as blood.
He guessed right.
There was chaos inside and outside the castle, with panicked servants running in all directions, and the guards retreating steadily. Many people chose to abandon their weapons, kneel on the ground, and pray for forgiveness.
Whitegrove people are simply unable to resist the wolf-like attackers.
Arthur's hand holding the sword was wet with sweat, and the sword made a "humming" sound as it trembled continuously.
Why doesn't he want to surrender and survive?
He is not the kind of person who will fight to the death for the so-called "family glory" - even the original Whitegrove knight and the head of the White family, Fred White, is dead, so why is it his turn to hold on here?
But when he heard that the leader of the invading army was the beautiful Wenda Storm, his heart sank to the bottom.
Two years ago, I and the other party had a grudge in the garden of Highgarden.
After being taught a lesson by his brother, he "teached" the other person verbally without any shame - in the past year, even though he was far away in Whitegrove, he had heard of the reputation of a hot woman - falling into her hands would probably be more uncomfortable than death.
"It's all Trumbo's fault! That cunning, cold-blooded, smooth-talking coward!"
Arthur cursed wildly.
His second-in-command, Rambal White, seeing that something was going wrong, took the family's money and ran away long ago - and most importantly, the guy didn't even notify him, leaving him alone here to face this dangerous situation.
As soon as Arthur cursed, the main door of the hall was kicked open violently.
The sun wrapped around the dust and broke into this gorgeous hall, also outlining a heroic and slender figure.
Lady White Eagle has a strong and vigorous figure, his knight boots clattering, and he slowly steps into the hall with Earl's bodyguard Platoon.
Her dazzling blond hair was tied into a high ponytail. Recently, she seemed to be wearing her ponytail more and more frequently.
A beautiful blue eye swept left and right, and finally landed on Arthur White, who was retreating continuously.
The one-eyed female evil star in Arthur's eyes is wearing a pair of white half-armor and a snow-white cloak of the same style.
There were a few drops of dark red blood on the hem of the cloak, which formed a dazzling contrast with the white armor on her body.
The long black sword in his right hand was stained with blood. The blood beads on the sword were spreading along the smooth body to the blade - and then slowly dripped down, knocking out red flowers on the white marble floor.
With his left hand, he put a delicate crossbow back on his waist. Wenda walked while holding "Lady Forlorn" on the inside of the crook of his free left arm. He gently pulled it with his right hand and wiped off the blood on the sword with his sleeve.
His movements are graceful, but also carry a chilling air that would keep strangers away from him.
Rosso·Brune followed her into the hall, his eyes also fell on Arthur, and he asked for instructions, "Captain, is this the guy? I can help you get rid of him right away, and the money will be calculated separately - no, I mean, no charge! I will help you cook this annoying guy for free!"
The smooth-talking "Salmon Eater" and "Apple Eater" Rosso behaved very positively, with a "Through fire and water, Captain!" attitude.
Team Captain Rosso has made many military exploits. He was recently promoted and has now become one of the two Platoon captains of the Starpike Earl Guards, on an equal footing with "Crazy Hunter" Dodge.
In this operation, Wenda brought Whitegrove to him, Platoon, so he seemed so excited.
Seeing that the captain "White Eagle" didn't reply for a while, he didn't dare to make his own decision, so he added, "I have inquired about it, he has spoken rudely to you, captain, why don't you get rid of him?"
Wenda shook his head slightly in a funny voice, his voice as cold as ice. "No need. Just get rid of that Whitegrove coach, Arthur White------leave it to me."
Chief Rosso Platoon nodded heavily, stretched out his hands, pulled out two crossed steel swords from behind, and charged towards the panicked instructor Whitegrove who picked up the weapon with a grin.
Arthur was so scared that his name was called by Captain Wenda. However, the door was blocked and he couldn't escape. He could only summon up his courage, roared, raised his sword and rushed towards "White Eagle" in white clothes and armor.
Wenda's one eye flashed with a trace of contempt, and he turned slightly to avoid his unorganized attack.
Before Arthur could react, the long black sword in her hand that had just been wiped was handed to her left hand. The back of the sword hit Arthur's wrist hard with a crisp sound. Arthur screamed in pain and let go of the sword, and his wrist turned into a twisted and weird shape.
Wenda took advantage of the situation and kicked his knee backwards. Arthur's leg went weak and he fell to his knees with a "pop" sound.
Without even using three moves or two moves, Whitegrove's third son, Arthur, was completely defeated.
Wenda signaled his men to come forward and tied Arthur with a broken wrist tightly with a thick rope. He also had two chairs brought up and placed in the center of the hall, facing each other.
She sat down leisurely and said with her glossy red lips, "Arthur, please sit down."
His slender legs crossed each other, and he looked coldly at Arthur White who was pressed on the chair opposite. A playful smile appeared on the corner of Wenda's mouth, "Long time no see, Sir Arthur? I don't remember clearly, and I'm not sure whether you are a knight or not - but it doesn't matter. Anyway, when we meet again, you didn't show anything that could surprise me - it's still so useless."
"Sir Wenda, please listen to my explanation----"
Arthur's eyes dodge, not daring to look at her, and he wants to pray as soon as he opens his mouth.
Wenda chuckled, full of irony, interrupted Arthur, and asked him, "I heard that you wanted to take out my eyes before?"
"Misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding!"
Arthur shook his head repeatedly and defended irritably. "I was young and shameless, drank too much, and uttered wild words for a moment - what is your identity now, and what am I? Sir Wenda, Sir Wenda, please forgive me. Just treat it as if you have heard a crazy talk. Please forgive me!"
Wenda frowned slightly, thinking that this person deserves to be called Arthur?
Among Kingsguard, there were two knights who she thought were characters - Arthur Dayne and Barristan Selmy. Even though they destroyed Kingswood Brotherhood - her first career, it did not prevent their martial arts from winning the admiration of "White Stag".
Of course, since seeing Barristan's fascination with Ashara, this person's evaluation here at Wenda has dropped a lot.
She immediately decided that she would not let the "Arthur" in front of her die so easily and happily----
Wenda ignored Arthur White's begging for mercy and excuses, and talked about "the past": "Do you want to know where the injury on my left eye came from?"
She raised her hand and touched the leather eyepatch over her left eye, her gaze gradually becoming darker.
"My father - he was an alcoholic and a madman. One night, he was even crazier than usual -
My mother picked up the kitchen knife and tried to protect herself - he "didn't like her doing that - not at all."
So, I watched him grab the knife, laugh and approach her - then he stopped, turned around and asked me:
Why are you so serious?"
Wenda emphasized her tone slightly, and while telling her story, she seemed to be questioning the frightened Arthur.
"Then he walked towards me with a knife and asked again: Why are you so serious!"
Arthur's face turned pale with horror, his lips were trembling, but he couldn't hold back a complete sentence.
On the other side, Rosso Brune, who had "taken care of" Whitegrove's coach, also approached with a confused look on his face.
Wenda waved her right hand, and a dagger flashed with cold light, appearing in the palm of her hand like magic. The next moment, the sharpest point of the dagger had reached the front of Arthur's face.
Arthur wanted to hide back, but the guards behind him held his shoulders firmly, preventing him from moving even half a minute.
"----He gently placed his knife on my left eyelid and said to me: Let's draw a more beautiful mark on this beautiful eyeball! Then----"
Slowly, slowly, she brought the dagger in her hand close to Arthur's left eye.
The tip of the dagger was getting closer and closer - almost touching the latter's eyeballs that wanted to turn wildly but didn't dare to turn around.
Arthur's body was stiff, his pupils were dilated, he didn't dare to blink his eyelids, and he even forgot to breathe.
At this moment, Ms. Wenda paused and suddenly smiled, like a snow lotus blooming on an iceberg, so beautiful that it was breathtaking.
That is a kind of cruel beauty.
He glanced sideways at Chief Rosso Platoon who was immersed in the nervous mood of watching. Wenda smiled and said, "Why are you so serious?"
She made a gesture and slowly withdrew the dagger that exuded a fatal luster from Arthur's eyes and had almost penetrated the fragile glass body just now.
"What I just said was just a joke."
Arthur seemed to have had all his strength taken away, and his body slumped against the back of the chair. Only now did he dare to breathe loudly, gasping for breath, and his clothes were soaked in cold sweat.
Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he saw the smile of the blond woman opposite suddenly disappear, and her eyes turned cold and piercing again.
"Too bad this isn't the case."
Before she finished speaking, the dagger in the woman's hand suddenly "disappeared", and it had pierced Arthur White's throat like lightning.
A bright red horizontal line appeared on his neck, and hot blood spurted out silently.
Arthur's eyes widened to their maximum size, filled with incredible fear.
He had just breathed a sigh of relief from the threat of blindness. Unexpectedly, Seven also played a joke on him. Then his fate became worse and he was about to lose his life.
There was a "gnawing" sound in his throat, but he could no longer squeeze out a word. No one knew how painful and regretful Arthur was in the last moments of his life.
His body soon stopped struggling. He only slumped on the chair and twitched twice before losing his breath completely.
Wenda stood up and casually wiped the blood on the dagger on Arthur's chest clothes with "Bald Eagle" embroidered on them, doing so calmly and leisurely.
The subordinates behind him watched this scene and swallowed secretly, muttering to themselves:
The captain is becoming more and more terrifying, and his methods of doing things are becoming more and more like black Earl----
"Have you asked clearly?"
Wenda turned to look at Chief Platoon who had finished dealing with the instructor, his tone was calm, as if he had just crushed an ant to death.
Rosso Brune, who did not dare to be too "serious" in front of her for the time being, quickly smiled and nodded, "Captain, I asked this from that guy's mouth - Arthur's second brother, Rumbaugh White, escaped from their secret passage with the White family's gold and silver jewelry. But no one knows where he plans to go."
"Huh?"
Wenda Hearing this, he flicked his ponytail, raised his head slightly, and seemed to be looking up and observing the "Eagle Catching Sheep" mural on the dome of the hall, and seemed to be pondering for a while.
When she lowered her head, the corners of her pursed lips finally curled up again, and a glimmer of understanding flashed through her single eye.
A mysterious smile appeared on this Lady White Eagle's pretty face, and she said to her Platoon: "Don't worry, as long as Griffith is here, he can't run away."
When he heard the name "Griffith", Rosso Brune shrank his neck and smiled a little awkwardly.
When he first joined the job, as a former free rider, everything was new to him. When he saw Bai Falcon for the first time, he thought it was just the pet raised by Captain Wenda, and he almost lost a finger because of it----
Inside the hall of the White Palace.
Lady White Eagle stood in the center of the hall, her white clothes stained with blood, her eyes sharp, like a hawk hovering over Whitegrove, always ready to pounce on her next prey.
Outside the hall of the White Palace.
The original Whitegrove soldiers and Ringlet troops loyal to House Peake, under the leadership of Sir Dirk and the assistance of Sir Laurence, have completely taken control of the entire Whitegrove.
The shouts of killing gradually subsided.
It's just that the white wall outside Main Keep was stained with a lot of scarlet blood stains.
This is like a grand memorial ceremony, announcing that the era of White's rule is gone forever.
Decades later, Whitegrove once again returned to the arms of its original owner, Starpike Peake.
(Today is the birthday of the protagonist Titus~ The above is considered a birthday gift from the guard captain to Earl---)
(You can send blessings to the APP character)
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Ms. Wenda's sleeve wiping action: