Chapter 163: Duke Oliver

Kenyaza City, inside the Duke's Palace.

Duke Oliver Norton's fat was trembling all over and his voice was shaking.

As descendants of the Val barbarians, their Norton family is said to have the blood of giants. Archduke Oliver is also different from ordinary people. He is more than two meters tall and has a light white beard.

But at this moment, his plump body wrapped in luxurious robes did not show any barbarian bravery.

"What...what should we do? The Burning Kingdom is invading!"

"It's over, it's completely over!"

He never thought that the Burning Kingdom would attack here like lightning.

The Principality of Norton has been under the protection of the Principality of Bossk for a long time. There are often Lionheart Knights stationed in the country. Few countries dare to attack here without thinking - after all, you have to look at the owner before beating the dog. No one dares to mess with Bossk, the giant in the north, which is why he dares to provoke again and again.

Now that the Lionheart Knights have been withdrawn, most of the local troops of the Principality of Norton have been deployed to the Battle of Trier.

Just when the city's defenses were at their weakest, Doro and his followers caught them off guard and actually captured Kenyaza City directly.

Duke Oliver looked at the adjutant beside him, who grabbed his shoulders and shook him violently as if he had found a life-saving straw.

"Quick, Gardel, go find Archduke Leo!"

"The Principality of Bosk must have a solution!"

"Hurry, go!"

But Gardel's face was filled with despair and he did not move.

Duke Oliver was furious when he saw this. He pushed him to the ground and cursed: "Damn it, don't you understand what I'm saying? Go and contact Grand Duke Leo for me!"

"Now! Immediately!"

Gardel collapsed to the ground, his tone extremely heavy:

"Lord Oliver, it's too late. They've already broken in. Bosco's reinforcements can't grow wings and fly over to save us."

As the steward of the Principality of Norton, Gardel had been pessimistic about the future situation after the failure of the Battle of Trier. This time, he earnestly advised Duke Oliver not to get involved in this muddy water, but Oliver still sent hundreds of elite warriors relying on the Principality of Bosk behind him.

Oliver became even more furious. He grabbed Gardel's collar, lifted him up, and spit out a mouthful of saliva.

"What should I do?"

"Are we just going to die here?"

Gardel said tentatively: "Maybe, maybe we can surrender."

Oliver threw him to the ground and laughed angrily: "Maybe you can surrender, but do I still have this chance?"

"Don't forget that the Rackman family has been exterminated, and most of the nobles of the Rackman Principality have also been slaughtered. Do you think that as the Duke of Norton and the ruler of the Principality, I have a chance to surrender?"

He took off the hand axe from his waist and held it in his hand, stepping closer. His tall body almost obscured Garder, and the more he spoke, the more chilling his tone became.

Gardel lay on the ground, seeming to sense danger.

But he was not panicked, instead he felt somewhat relieved, and then he suddenly showed a sarcastic smile on his face: "Maybe you really have a chance. After all, being a dog of the Principality of Bosk is still a dog, and being a dog of the Kingdom of Burning Embers is also--."

"Shh-"

Duke Oliver actually chopped off Gardel's head, and blood splattered all over his face.

"Humph, shameful rebel."

He snorted coldly, his face becoming even more ferocious.

Duke Oliver knew very well that he had provoked the red dragon many times, and given the red dragon's vengeful character, it would never allow him to survive.

He might even be taken to the guillotine, face the so-called "trial", and become a joke to everyone, which was absolutely unacceptable to Oliver. Duke Oliver looked at the guards and said indifferently: "This is the fate of those who attempt to surrender. Do you understand?"

The blood of the Frost Giant seemed to have taken effect. He was holding Gardel's head, panting, his bloodstained face flushed light blue, and with his tall stature of more than two meters, he really looked like a brave and violent Frost Giant.

The guards nodded in agreement, either out of fear or awe, and did not even dare to speak.

"."

“So what are you going to do next?”

After a long silence, the captain of the guard finally mustered up the courage to ask.

The noise outside was getting more and more chaotic, with constant wailing and crying, and even gunshots that echoed throughout the city. Obviously, the army of the Burning Cinders Kingdom had entered the city and started to kill the enemies who were resisting stubbornly. They would not be able to hold out for much longer.

"Damn."

"They were able to attack us so quickly. What a bunch of rubbish."

Duke Oliver left Gardel's head hanging open with his eyes wide open, thinking gloomily, his rugged face seemed to be covered with a thick layer of haze.

Suddenly, he thought of a story about the Norton family. The story had existed since the Norton family was still the leader of the Val barbarians, and had been passed down from generation to generation. Now, four hundred years had passed, and people had even regarded it as a legend, even his father thought so.

But the red dragon's followers are coming soon, and perhaps this is the last straw.

Thinking of this, Oliver ordered:
"Let's go to the family mausoleum."

"Yes, my lord."

Oliver and his guards passed through the secret passage behind the Duke's mansion and came to the Norton family mausoleum behind it.

The cemetery is beautifully decorated with flowers that symbolize the rest of the dead.

There are exquisite inscriptions carved on the tombstones, which are the names of the ancestors of the Norton family and their epitaphs. There are also many large underground tombs in the cemetery, providing a place for every duke to rest.

After hundreds of years of assimilation, the burial structure of the Norton family is almost the same as that of the northern nobles.

"This is it."

"You can leave now and wait for me at the door."

"Yes, my lord."

The guards obeyed the order and stood guard at the entrance of the tomb.

Archduke Oliver came to the largest tomb and walked straight in.

The name engraved on it is the ancestor of the Norton family, the first person to be given the surname "Norton" - Kavaha Norton.

"According to the description in the secret book, this should be the case."

He followed the steps in the family secret book, cut his finger with a dagger, and dripped blood into the groove in front of the sarcophagus.

The strange-colored blood that was tinged with red suddenly melted in, creating a subtle cold wave.

"boom--"

With a dull thud, the hidden stone door slowly opened, and a deep secret passage appeared behind the sarcophagus.

"Sure enough, it's true."

"What is recorded is true!"

Duke Oliver's eyes lit up, his expression excited, and he immediately walked quickly into the secret passage.

This secret passage seemed to be designed specifically for him. Even with his two-meter-tall stature, he could walk in it effortlessly.

(End of this chapter)