Chapter 540

Villas tiller bowed to wesselis and swore eternal allegiance to the tangaryan family. He was willing to give all the wealth of the high court and the tiller family in exchange for the opportunity of family survival.

Wesselis also accepted Veras Tiller's loyalty, did not kill them, and gave them a chance to survive.

The next day.

Donne's army suffered heavy losses and temporarily stayed in Xingsuo city to rest, while doslak's army repaired for two days, then continued to set out, and the front pointed to Gaoting.

Gaoting is a beautiful castle on the Bank of Mande River, which is made of white marble and full of artistic atmosphere.

Carefully trimmed plant mazes, blooming flowers, courtyards, pools and artificial waterfalls are full of poetry and painting.

This beautiful castle stands on a hill overlooking the endless river plain. The Mande river below is clear and flowing quietly. Standing on the balcony of the high court tower, you can see all the beautiful manors and scattered fields within a few Li.

However, the arrival of the doslak army destroyed the beauty that only poetry can have, and suddenly changed from a poetic atmosphere to a golden iron horse, swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger.

"Roar ~"

The magnificent picture of ten thousand horses galloping can be seen far away. The savage grassland cavalry came to Gaoting, and the chaotic horseshoes crushed the fields and the immature crops.

But now the beautiful garden castle has lost its beauty before it has been ravaged by the doslaks.

Not long ago, Donne's siege of Gaoting destroyed this elegance and beauty. The garden castle has become a thorny castle full of thorns. There are traces left by the war and have not been properly repaired.

In a towering white tower, on an outward protruding roof, a short old woman with a shawl and silver hair is holding the white marble railing and overlooking the grassland cavalry in the distance.

The war was like a robber, who savagely broke into the old woman's vision, flattened the sea of pale yellow flowers she liked most in her daily life, and took away her son and two grandchildren.

Although the queen of thorns is covered with sharp thorns and can't help stabbing you in a few words, Mrs. olena is not a person who likes war.

She prefers to solve problems in the way of the Tyrell family, or she led the Tyrell family to become like this.

"Ho -"

At this time, the huge black dragon appeared in the sky, drilled out of the sea of clouds, and sent out a low and melodious roar. A pair of scarlet eyes looked down at the White Castle below, and the vibrating wings flew around Gaoting. The soldiers in the castle were as frightened as cicadas and did not dare to resist.

The old woman stared at the dragon in the sky with a frightened look in her eyes. Her pale and thin fingers tightly held the white marble railing, and her nails were slightly white.

After all, although she had lived for more than 60 years and ran for 70, older than Duke Horst Tully, who had his head cut off half a year ago and was picked at the tip of the gun, it was also the first time she saw a dragon.

No matter who can be indifferent when he first sees this monster who should have lived in fairy tales?

Despite their full imagination of the dragon, they couldn't help but immerse themselves in their violent beauty when they saw it for the first time, trembling with fear and unable to extricate themselves.

Then the old woman with a scarf left the roof, trembled back to her room, and closed the gorgeous golden hollow door.

Soon after.

Boom——

The heavy gate of the High Court opened from inside. All the soldiers loyal to the Tyrell family were still full of hesitation on their faces. They came out of the city in two rows.

WOW——

Then he put down his weapon and knelt down on both sides of the road.

Bellerian just flew around Gaoting, and the beautiful river capital fell without war, even without villas tiller to persuade his grandmother.

Wesselis rode with the army on a white horse, while villas Tyrell followed him on a horse, looking at Gaoting with mixed eyes.

"I've heard of the name 'Queen of thorns' a long time ago. It seems that Mrs. olena is really a smart man."

Wesselis took the reins in his hand and turned to veras.

The expression on veras's face is somewhat complex, mixed with guilt, sadness and other emotions. He has no face to face his grandmother, mother and sister.

Because he is the commander-in-chief of the riverside army, he should be responsible for the loss of the war and the death and injury of family members.

But now the rose Tyrell family has only one man, villas, and the rest are women.

But then villas picked up his spirits, cheered up, turned his head, looked at wesselis and answered seriously.

"My grandmother is indeed a wise man, your majesty."

"Your Majesty is the orthodoxy of the Iron Throne. With the will of heaven and public opinion, grandma naturally dare not stop you."

"Otherwise, the high court and Tyrell will be reduced to ashes and disappear into history forever."

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Although the army of Hewan suffered a disastrous defeat in Xingsuo City, the Tyrell family had a deep foundation and still had the strength to resist.

However, olena, the queen of thorns, did not lead the Tyrell family to resist to the death, but chose to bend her knees directly.

The doslak army controlled the high court and opened the warehouse of the tiller family. The blinding Jinshan made everyone stunned.

On the other hand, wesselis would not do such vulgar things himself.

Robbing gold is really robbing gold. If someone else does it, he can't do it or can't do it openly.

Just as cago can execute mace tiller, Garan and lolas at will, almost exterminating the tiller family.

Maybe wesselis can do the same, but he must think twice.

Otherwise, it is likely to have a negative effect. After all, in such an era, honor and faith are still deeply rooted.

Wesselis, holding the hilt of his sword, walked through the vibrant garden, gorgeous courtyard and rippling pool.

Gaoting is worthy of being the center of the art of the seven countries. It is full of artistic stone carvings, fountains and marble pillars. Grapes and roses decorate walls and sculptures.

Then he climbed to the top of the high rotating tower, and a wide corridor led directly to a spacious and gorgeous bedroom. The ground was covered with thick mill handmade carpets and exquisite patterns. At first glance, it was valuable.

Wesselis opened the door. In the room, an old silver haired woman with a scarf looked like she had been waiting for a long time. She still held a girl with brown hair in her hand.

"Fighting is not really our strength, your majesty."