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　　 "Is that right from the beginning?" Looking at each other with those cold eyes, Leos Grace's voice still contained resentment and unwillingness. He never thought that the little nobleman who had done his best to flatter him before would ruin his last straw.

On the other hand, Focas looked extremely calm, and could only be described by two people. With a calm look, the man clamped Leos Gross with his arms to prevent him from struggling while sending the sharp dagger in, cold and precise. Any slight hesitation. And even if Leosgros was unwilling to admit defeat at this moment, he could not move with all his strength. At the moment when the vital organs were torn to pieces by a sharp blade, the severe pain made him unable to even move a finger.

"Okay..." This last word popped out from between the teeth, the painful and crazy man only left it to the end and couldn't finish it, but it was full of hateful words, under the stunned eyes of the crowd, Fell to the ground. I saw the blood from the waist gurgling at the moment when the dagger was drawn out, penetrating the sandy land in front of the city gate. This peerless hero's curtain call with such a dramatic ending made everyone stunned. Only Alexia, who had already stood in front of the city gate waiting for this moment, had no sadness or joy on her face, but her trembling hands had exposed her excitement at the moment.

Mom, did you see it? Leosgros finally paid the price he had dealt with.

The girl looked up at the sky, but her heart stabbed like thousands of needles, and tears could not stop at this moment across her cheeks soaked in the fiery red hair.

I saw the short sword in his hand being put into the scabbard. At this moment, Focas knelt on one knee under Alexia's skirt, and said in a deep voice:

"Please forgive me for my incompetence. It is only then that my mistress will get revenge. But I finally live up to the mission you entrusted to me."

During this period of humiliation, everything he did was for Alexia, and no one thought that this humble little noble was actually a dark move placed by Alexia.

On the night when the Papadoulos family rebelled, when Alexia woke up from her lethargy, he found that the defense line of the mountain monastery had collapsed, and the rebels came in like a tide. In desperation, this noble girl could only pin a glimmer of hope on Focas, a little noble she trusted. And he did not disappoint her. Not only did he successfully break into Leosgros's side, but also accepted Justinian who had sneaked into the city. This was the final blow to the rebels after all the layout was completed.

However, at this moment, although the remaining Moria nobles have lost their backbone, Leosgros, these guys are not willing to sit and wait.

"They... killed Lord Duke!"

"Take them down!"

"Vengeance for Lord Duke!"

Seeing that the people around Alexia were lonely and lonely, the remnant rebels were still trying to resist, and they shouted and picked up the weapons in their hands to besiege. But just as they were about to move, the ropes of the suspension bridge behind them were cut with an axe and crashed down.

The roar of a man came from above his head.

"You guys try it!"

not good!

The Moria nobles who were caught off guard were shocked, and if the suspension bridge was lowered, wouldn't it be possible to chase soldiers behind them and directly enter Pingchuan. But it was too late. The Turkic cavalry who came up with them were just in front of them, and the heart of the terrified Moria nobles was cold... and when they saw the "culprit" that caused all this, no one was there anymore. The courage to continue to resist.

Because at the gate of the city, standing was an extremely burly man, holding an extremely heavy battle axe, even though his body was covered with bandages, all the Moria nobles recognized him. No one else, but Justinian’s confidant, Nevsky, the Varangian who was supposed to have died in the Papadoros mutiny that night. At the same time, behind him, there are a few people who survived the war. Although the number is small, the Moria rebels who have lost their spirits can no longer resist the heart, because who All understand that the strength of the Varangians is never measured by the number of people.

"This...it's impossible..." As if losing their souls, the nobles shuddered at this moment, and finally understood that their end is coming, and wanted to escape, but their legs seemed to be filled with lead. Can't move.

"Master Justinian has already given orders, only to record the first evil, not to ask for threats. Now that Leosgros has fallen into law, you have chosen to lay down your weapons and there is still a glimmer of life. If you don't realize it, you will perish yourself." With the battle axe in his hand, Nevsky walked slowly from under the city. Although his whole body was scarred and the man who was seriously injured had vain steps, this kind of momentum made everyone present dare not act rashly.

"Bang Dang"~www.readwn.com~ I don’t know who put down the weapon in his hand first. One opened its head, and then it was like a domino. Then all the rebels put down their weapons one after another. Has been defeated like a mountain, and now in this situation, everyone knows that there is bound to be no chance of a comeback. The Moria nobles who looked at each other looked at this scene, except that the despair in their hearts became more and more heavy, and they could do nothing. What price will they pay if they choose this path? No one knows, but their hearts have completely fallen into **** at this moment.

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In 1205, the Moria Noble League rebellion that swept through most of the Peloponnese was finally quelled after half a month. PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds finally won. And Moria's old nobles who chose to betray lost everything, not only their status and status but also the family honor they were proud of.

However, the price paid is huge. The civilians in Tripolis alone suffered heavy casualties due to the spread of the war, coupled with the reprisals and displacement of the nobles, which also benefited Osgros’s terrorist repressive rule in the city, which was regained before. The efforts made by Justinian here were completely in vain. The soldiers suffered heavy casualties during the war, and the newly formed Moriah Army paid half of the casualties before and after.

But all this is worth it. Almost all Morians will remember this day, and to be precise, all Romans in the future, because from this moment on, the empire is about to be reborn.