Alien Knights

"Seventeen!"

"eighteen!"

"nineteen!"

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The six-meter-long iron thorn whip drew an afterimage in the air, and with a harsh whistling sound, it hit the victim's back hard.

Blood, accompanied by bits and pieces of minced meat, splashed into the air under the blow of the iron whip, and then fell to the ground. After a while, a semicircular pool of blood was formed.

"The orc species of the Crusaders is Carol Antarevik. He left his post without permission, damaged other people's property, snatched griffins, disrupted the order of the assembly, and violated many military disciplines. He will be punished for several crimes and will be whipped."

With his face down and his back up, with his limbs tied to the execution platform, Carroll felt the heart-wrenching pain in his back. He gritted his teeth and tried his best not to make a sound.

In the huge square, not only were hundreds of Holy Army aliens standing, but there were also thousands of human citizens watching on the outside.

A human dressed as a blacksmith looked at the frightening execution ground and said with fear: "If we were to take a whip like this, we would probably die on the spot, right?"

The companion beside him whispered: "I heard that the cause of the matter was because a human wanted to marry an elf."

"What did you say? Another idiot like Beate?! Can't these people learn a lesson?"

The blacksmith's companion lowered his voice: "This human being is different! He is Randall Quincy!"

"Randall...you mean, the hero of Twilight West City?"

"Yes, that's him. I heard that he fell in love with an elf. This orc who was executed was their friend. He broke many commandments in order to prevent the trial."

The blacksmith scratched his head: "This... I think that even Randall cannot violate the holy laws set by the Holy King."

"Um...shh, keep your voice down, the caning is over."

Werewolf Aldenan stepped onto the execution platform, helped the semi-conscious Carol down, looked at the wounds on the latter's back, and took a deep breath.

Aldenampi glanced at the werewolf who was the executioner with a smile, and said coldly: "Brother Kendall, isn't your attack a bit harsh?"

Throwing an explosive whip in the air and shaking off the flesh and blood attached to it, executioner Kendall said expressionlessly: "Business is business."

Aldenan spat secretly, helped Carol and turned around to leave.

As everyone watched, the blood on the orc's body flowed down his back and onto the ground, forming a bloody "path."

A few minutes later, Aldenan took Carol to the door of a prepared hut in the city.

Hearing the movement outside, a dark-skinned tauren opened the door and shouted in a low voice: "Come in quickly."

After walking into the room and placing Carol on the bed with his back up, Aldenan looked at the wounds on the orc's back and cursed in a low voice: "That bastard, I told him to be gentle!"

Carol, who slowly woke up, heard Aldenan's accusation and responded softly: "Kendall has been merciful."

"What did you say?"

"The wound looks bad, but it actually doesn't hurt the muscles and bones." Carroll supported the bed board with both hands and changed himself into a comfortable position: "I only need to rest for a while, and then I can get out of bed and walk around."

The tauren brought a jar of herbal medicine and handed it to Aldenan: "This is a herb prepared by our shaman. It can relieve the poison on the iron whip."

"Brother Bulwer, thank you."

Ardenan took the medicine jar and nodded towards the minotaur.

Bulwer said to Aldenan: "During this period, let Carroll stay here and don't go anywhere. Many people in the Crusaders are dissatisfied with him."

Aldernan shrugged helplessly: "I understand."

Bulwer glanced at the two of them, turned around and walked towards the door, leaving a sentence: "May the Dragon God bless you."

Watching the figure of the minotaur disappear at the door, Aldenan threw the medicine jar to Carol and said, "Apply it yourself."

"Nonsense! How could I possibly apply medicine on myself?!"

Aldenan looked at Carol with disgust and asked decisively: "Do you want the hair on my claws to fall into your wound?"

Carroll was silent for a while and said helplessly: "Okay, do me a favor and find a guy in the hotel downstairs..."

Aldenan sat on the edge of the bed and said jokingly to Carol: "Don't you think your life is miserable?"

"What do you mean?"

"You did all this for a woman, but now she is in the arms of another man."

"I know what you want to say next. If you don't want to get beaten, just swallow those words into your stomach!"

Aldenan looked at Carroll, who had difficulty even turning over, and continued without fear: "At that trial, as long as you don't show up, or as long as you put all the blame on that human being, the Holy Cult will The military assembly will take him to prison. In less than a month, he may disappear from this world completely like that unlucky bard."

Carroll turned his head with difficulty and glared at Aldenan: "I told you, shut up!"

Aldenan said to himself: "When that human being goes to prison, and Barbara, as a woman, will no longer have the favor of the elves, and will be ostracized by the Crusaders, who can she rely on at that time?" What? As long as you show up at the right time, comfort her and encourage her, it won’t take long..."

Boom!

The extremely angry Carol threw the medicinal jar against the wall, and the green medicinal juice immediately splashed all over the room.

Aldenan looked at the concoction slowly dripping on the wall and said softly: "What a pity."

Carroll said word for word with a cold voice: "I owe Miss Barbara a favor, that's all."

Aldenan said with a smile: "Even if you owe her ten favors, everything you have done has already paid off these debts."

Carol gritted his teeth and growled: "You don't understand!"

Aldenan stared at Carol's face for a while, then suddenly sighed and asked, "Is it worth it?"

Carol turned his face and closed his eyes: "The matter between Miss Barbara and I is not a business in the market, nor is it a mercenary's profit. There is no philistine, no gain or loss, no price tag, don't use you That pathetic set of ideas to point fingers!"

Aldenan raised his head and looked at the roof, and said with emotion: "I will be faithful in love.... I used to think that the knight's declaration was just a formal statement of allegiance, but, Carol Antarevik, But you let me see the living love of knights. I really don’t know now, should I say you are noble, or should I say you are stupid?”

"If you don't know what to say, why don't you shut up and let me rest for a while?" Carol whispered: "Stop pointing fingers at my life!"

Aldenan scratched his head, stood up with a depressed look, and said to Carol on the bed: "I think it's useless to persuade you anymore. I'm going to have a drink... and I wish you the best." good luck!"

Aldenan slapped Carol's wound, causing the latter to scream.

Before the latter could start to curse, the werewolf had already escaped from the room with a quick stride.