"Duke Modewen, are you ready to surrender?"
Knight Logh rode forward, his face expressionless as he asked.
"We surrender, we are ready to surrender!"
Before Duke Modewen could speak, his son Charlie crawled on his knees to Knight Logh, pleading.
At this point, the Silver Moon Guards were at their wits' end, what other choice did they have except to surrender?
Knight Logh glanced at Charlie, but he ignored him, still looking at Duke Modewen, clearly thinking that Charlie, a half-grown child, could not make a decision.
The Duke Modewen, at this time, was completely dumbfounded, his eyes dull and vacant, as if he had not heard Knight Logh's question.
Seeing this, Kames Modewen stepped forward, and said shakingly, "Sorry, sir knight, Duke Modewen is grieving over the death of a large number of his warriors, so he... he... he..."
He didn't finish his words before he choked.
Because a sharp sword had pierced through Kames's throat.