Artolia knew this very well.
She had no choice but to kill these Saxons, who were no different from bandits.
Not to mention the others, a large number of the people in her kingdom had been displaced by the invasion of the Saxons.
They wanted nothing more than to eat the flesh and drink the blood of these bandits from the other side of the sea.
Therefore, a large-scale execution of these defeated Saxon captives was in line with the wishes of the people.
"This kind of venting revenge will help to increase the cohesiveness of the kingdom.”
The so-called brothers quarreling at the wall, together to resist external humiliation, was more or less the same principle.
These refugees from different kingdoms and tribes indeed had conflicts of all sizes.
However, when a common enemy appeared in front of them, they could still be united and temporarily put aside their prejudice against each other.
In her eyes, the Saxons were probably the punching bags.
"Thus, their deaths are extremely important to the kingdom.”
Altolia couldn't ignore such a great benefit.
But at the same time, after Shaya's reminder, Altolia realized another problem.
"We can't kill all of them."
The chain of hatred was a closed cycle.
What happened to the Saxons today would happen to the Celts in the future.
For the sake of her people, Altoria had to make such a decision.
"Kill some, leave some."
"In the name of God, we are reforming the part that is left behind.”
Artolia had heard Shaya mention the story of an orange growing in the south of the Huaihe River, and then growing in the north of the Huaihe River.
Therefore, she planned to replicate the classic.
These Saxons from the other side of the sea were bandits who committed all kinds of crimes in the hands of the lowly king, Voltigen.
However, under her leadership, they could become glorious warriors filled with justice and fight for the Lord.
Artolia felt that it was reasonable.
After listening to her plan, Shaya agreed in principle.
"However, there are some details that need to be changed.”
Shaya said excitedly, but there was a hint of disgust in her tone.
"By tossing a coin in front of God to decide the life and death of these people…Aren't you a little too sloppy?”
Shaya said that Artolia's na?ve way of doing things was not intimidating at all.
"Your people will think that you are deliberately letting them live and look down on you. Those who survived would think that they were lucky and would not be grateful to you.”
"But what should we do?”
Altoria asked sincerely.
Shaya noticed the cunning look in her eyes.
He suddenly realized that if he was aware of the problem, how could this thick-browed and big-eyed Knight King not be aware of it?
She had most likely given him an immature suggestion and was trying to see if she could get a mature plan from him.
Anyway, it was not a loss if he could not exchange it back. Once he exchanged it back, it would be a bloody profit.
"Motherf * cker, the empty glove plan, right?”
"You're using all your little tricks on me, right?”
Shaya cursed in her heart.
However, on the surface, he pretended to be an expert.
"Hehe, it's a secret for now."
"When the time comes, leave everything to me.”
"Just watch!"
……
Artolia didn't keep them waiting.
A few minutes later, she announced an exciting news to the two villages through Morgan's assistant.
She was going to execute the hundred or so prisoners in a temporary execution ground.
She invited her subjects to witness this exciting scene together.
However, in order to prevent the villagers from doing anything out of line because of their extreme emotions, they had to be careful.
On the execution ground, Altolia had her 100 new recruits, who had never been on the battlefield, put on shiny silver armors and formed a human wall.
From five meters away, they could clearly see everything that was happening in the execution ground without causing too much interference.
At the same time, the new clerk of the kingdom stood proudly on the other side of the execution ground.
Even though he really wanted to go up and personally execute those damned Saxons. But the loyal him still carried out the king's orders to the letter.
Today, he would use the most concise and accurate language to record everything that happened today.
However, what puzzled Bors was that…
Such an ordinary hanging…was there really anything worth recording?
……
The execution officially began.
The people in charge of execution were the new recruits who had not killed anyone with their own hands.
They formed groups of three and held the ropes that they had prepared in advance. They forcefully suppressed the Saxons who suddenly burst out with a strong desire to live. They tied them to trees and hung them alive.
There was actually nothing much to say about this process.
The struggle of the Saxons was destined to be futile. In fact, the more they struggled, the more painful their deaths would be.
However, there was one thing that made people suspicious.
Halfway through the execution, the remaining captives had already lost the courage to resist. They could only tremble in despair.
"What's your name?"
King, who was standing on the high platform, suddenly walked down from the stage.
She came before a captive and asked softly.
It was a petite blonde girl who looked to be around ten years old.
Her entire body was dirty, and her hair was messy. There was almost no luster to speak of.
However, his azure blue eyes still revealed the innocence and cuteness of a child.
"Dai…Diana."
The little girl replied with a trembling voice.
His eyes were pleading.
She didn't want to die just like that. She hadn't done anything.
She wanted to live.
Unfortunately, she had no reason to live.
"You will die here."
"We won't let any of the Saxons go.”
Shaya, who was controlling her body, told her the cruel truth.
However, in the next moment.
Shaya suddenly changed the topic.
"But the Lord told me that he would forgive those who did not commit true evil deeds and bring them back to life.”
"So, repent, Diana."
"If you are really innocent, I will forgive you on behalf of God.”
" Artoria " said with a smile.
At the same time, in her hands.
The Holy Sword, which should have been golden in color, changed its form silently.
A white spiritual light wrapped around the sword that had suddenly become slender.
The aura of compassion was stirring.
It was compassion for the living, the final redemption for those who died in an accident.
Blade of Mercy
Natural Teeth!
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