Chapter 388: Rooted

Three days later, in the early morning, the border of the frosty country, under the barriers of the fortress outside the fortress.
The tombstone made from the dark burial soul stone engraves a large number of names that robbed the soldiers in the Battle of the Guards.
Marshal Amt was half-shouldered under the Yingling monument, and placed a sealed casket under the Yingling monument.
"Repose, old friends, the humiliation of the world you will not die."
Marshal Amt opened the casket and grabbed one of the ashes. The ashes were still wrapped in the sky and dissipated.
Behind Marshal Armt, thirty-seven heavy-loaded knights wearing silver armor and cloaks did the same thing. They solemnly held the casket in their hands, allowing the dusty ashes to be integrated into the frosty country. Among the frosts and snow.
The souls that are sleeping in the casket are all the generals killed by the judges.
The heretical judges from the church killed the generals and replaced them with the way they took control of the entire fortress.
The rulers of these judges ushered in the end three days ago.
Prince Shear found the conspiracy of these pretenders and led the Southern Army headed by Marshal Armt to kill the judges who were crouching in the fortress.
Afterwards, Prince Shear found more than 50 bones in a secret room in the fortress, and thirteen surviving generals.
Marshal Amt quickly identified one of his bones as his friend and a general who commanded the entire fortress.
"The humiliating and sad battle is over, the soldiers."
Marshal Amt endured the tears and pulled down the visor of the helmet. Then he turned and walked through the mourning crowd and walked to the battle hall of the fortress.
When Marshal Armt came to the battle hall along the rocky aisle of the fortress, the noisy quarrel in the hall made the general frown.
"Are you crazy? This is an enemy with the king! No! The whole country of frost!"
"We owe our allegiance to Prince Shel, the prince of the prince who rescued us from the swindlers. If our country has long been eroded by those judges, it is our duty to clean up these filth!"
A general with a large bandage on his body knocked on the table.
Marshal Amt knew the general. He was named Lerothy and came from the Frostwolf family in the north of the country.
He was also unfortunately replaced by the judge. When Marshal Amt rescued him, his physique was half thinner than when Marshal Amt was seen two years ago.
Not only Leroy, but there are also twelve generals in the hall who are survivors of this incident. They all agree with this ‘cream wolf’.
"But have you forgotten the demons outside the fortress? The soldiers stationed in the fortresses of the fortress are used to resist the invasion of the demons, not the people who killed them."
Marshal Amt wants to open the generals to calm down, but in the next moment a general put forward an opinion to make everyone close their mouths.
"We should let Prince Shear to make a choice! Instead of arguing here!"
"But what about His Royal Highness?"
But everyone looked around and did not see Prince Shear.
"It must be polishing his own sword. Yesterday he cut the head of too many judges." One general guessed.
"Who do we need to ask the Prince to come down to participate in the decision-making."
Another general proposed this proposal, but everyone was caught in a strange silence.
Marshal Amt knows that this silence comes from there.
In the past three days, Sheer’s work on the judges was cruel.
Shear, who mastered the Frost Spirit, frozen dozens of judges into living ice sculptures at the gates of the fortress. Those of the priests from the sacred country were even directly sentenced to the capital of the dagger.
Now Marshal Amt can still smell the rich smell through the square of the fortress.
This cruel treatment has allowed Shearer’s prestige to spread in the barriers of the fortress.
Among the surviving generals, there were some temporary grasses that were temporarily owed to Prince Shear, and they all feared that they would be treated as traitors by the ruthless prince and then be sentenced to beheading.
"I will tell my Highness." Marshal Armt sighed and took the initiative to stand up.
After leaving the mission, he left the parliament hall and went all the way to the resting place of Prince Shear.
"His Royal Shelby?"
Marshal Amt knocked on the door of the room, and there was a sudden sound of something falling on the ground.
This allowed Marshal Armt to open the door immediately. He could not rule out the remnant of the Judges in the fortress.
But when he opened the door and saw the scenery in the room, Marshal Amt was there.
Prince Shearer was sitting on the bed with his legs on his bed, and there were creatures such as dried meat on the table beside the bed.
The sound just now is the sound of the water cup falling on the ground.
"His Royal Highness Sheer... What's wrong?" Marshal Amt noticed that Sheyle's eyes were red and she could see some tear marks on her cheeks.
Isn’t Your Highness Sheyre repenting for the atrocities of yesterday? Sure enough, for this kind prince, it is too unacceptable to kill so many people.
"No, no... nothing."
Sheyle quickly wiped the tears from the corner of his eye and stood up from the bed.
At the moment of standing up, the vision in front of her eyes was still occupied by the interface of the magic net. A music called "Shape·of······················································ What does the card in the lyrics mean?
But with this sad melody and the previous movie story, Shear, who wants to control his emotions, couldn’t help but hold his face again, tears bursting out.
"Sorry, Marshal Amt, I..."
"No need to explain, Your Highness Shel." Marshal Armt shook his head and said that he could understand that "you don't have to feel guilty about your kindness. This is the best quality of mankind."
"Good?"
Shear did not quite understand what Marshal Amt was saying, but she once again controlled her emotions and closed the interface of the magic net.
Yesterday evening, after she completed the cleanup of the barrier fortress with means, Sheil was once entangled in the inability to fall asleep, so habitually found the people who passed the fire chatted about the sky.
Those who chatted and talked about the fire sent Nolan's recent emerging form of 'movie' to Sheyle.
Shear’s watch was just a movie titled "This Devil Is Not Cool". She was surprised at seeing the stage play on the magic net at first, but it was not long before she was immersed in the plot of the movie. inside.
The final result is as seen by Marshal Amt.
But a good cry, a lot in the heart of Shel's heart.
"Marshal Ammute, I have an idea for the problem of the Mozu."
Sheyle told Marshal Armt after adjusting his mood.