The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth.

Chapter 370 Imprisonment (Part 2)

The civilian chariots lined up in the distance all looked curiously at the group of Western human cavalry that had appeared ahead.

"What are they doing?" the chariot commander asked, looking at Roland and his group in the distance.

"I don't know!" his subordinates replied. Intimidated by the dragon knight's terrifying power, no fool dared to approach and take a closer look.

"Our men have been killed by them!" At that moment, a subordinate drove a chariot with the only remaining driver to the commander.

"I'm not blind! I can see!" the commander sneered.

"What did they say?" the centurion asked, barely suppressing his anger. He was now in a dilemma. He was unwilling to retreat, but he was afraid that the dragon knight would cause heavy casualties among his men if he did not retreat. The knowledge he had gained from ancient books and other sources told him how terrifying the dragon knight was.

"They said the messenger just now couldn't speak, so they sent us someone who could speak..." The coachman embellished Roland's words and told the commander.

"Damn it! These Western scum... Go! Find someone smart enough to talk to them! At least get them enough benefits!" Although the centurion was somewhat afraid of the dragon knight, he still felt good about himself and thought he could fight Roland.

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"Spare me! Spare me!" Naluye's teeth chattered as she trembled as she stared at the erected wooden stake.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!" A knight drew his sword and carefully began to whittle the end of the wooden stake. The originally thick stake was quickly sharpened to a point.

"Wait! Don't make it pointed! Use a round end!" Roland's voice came.

But to Naluye, who was struggling and pleading desperately, it sounded no less like the voice of a demon. After all, a pointed wooden stake might pierce a lot of internal organs and cause massive bleeding, resulting in a slightly quicker death. A round-headed wooden stake... if the executioner's skill wasn't particularly bad, the victim could at least struggle for another three days!
"Please forgive me! I was wrong! Spare me, my lord!" Naluye kowtowed desperately to Roland, her once wild and beautiful face now looking disheveled and dirty from the sweat and dust.

"Execute him!" Roland waved his hand.

Immediately, a knight took out the grease that Roland had instructed him to prepare and applied it to the wooden stake. Then, two men lifted Naluye onto the chariot, supporting her buttocks with one hand and grabbing her shoulders with the other to lift her up.

"No! Let me go! Please! Help!" Naluye's mournful Western language echoed throughout the hills where Roland was located.

"No! No... Ah!" Naluye's shrill screams sent chills down everyone's spines. Even though everyone was prepared, they were still startled.

"Pitter-patter..." A sound of water came from below. Looking over, everyone saw that Naluye had lost control of her bladder due to extreme pain. The intense pain in her lower body caused all of Naluye's muscles to tense up, even as she struggled violently. She made soft "heh-heh" sounds, and her limbs convulsed involuntarily due to the intense pain. Although she was tightly bound by ropes and unable to move, her trembling muscles still revealed her agony. The two knights, who were also trying this for the first time, were now blushing furiously, awkwardly supporting Naluye's body, unsure of what to do next.

"Kill...me...please...kill me..." Naluye groaned incoherently from the pain.

"Lower it slowly! Don't let go all at once! Just let the stake go through her mouth!" Roland could only give instructions as he watched the two knights at a loss.

Upon hearing Roland's command, the two knights immediately realized what was happening and began to slowly loosen their grip on Naruye's body. Sure enough, due to gravity, the body impaled on the wooden stake began to slowly slide down due to its weight. At this moment, the advantage of the round-headed wooden stake became apparent: the round head could push aside vital organs instead of directly piercing them. Under the control of the two knights, Naruye began to sit down.

The intense pain directly stimulated her brain nerves, and tears instantly welled up in her eyes. The excruciating pain, as if her internal organs were being torn apart, made her whole body go limp like a lump of mud. The two knights held her tightly to prevent her from struggling, but it seemed unnecessary...

Aside from her initial struggle, Naluye only let out a scream when the wooden stake pierced her intestines. Otherwise, she appeared strangely calm, but the violent trembling of her body showed that she was not in good pain, as the intense suffering had rendered her unable to struggle or scream.

"Uh..." After a short, muffled groan, the knights released her again, letting her body slowly slide down. Soon, the head of the wooden stake, still covered in blood, emerged from her throat.

"Let go," Roland said calmly, and the rest was up to her to slowly slide down using her weight.

"Untie her and secure her properly!" Roland waved his hand. Now that the execution was over, there was no need to keep her tied up so she couldn't move, since she couldn't run away anyway.

After a knight cut the ropes binding Naluye, he straightened her curled legs and brought them together next to the stake. Then he tied her ankles with rope to secure her, making her look as if she were kneeling on a chariot with her head tilted back, and then being pierced through by the stake.

Although Naluye was in excruciating pain after being tortured, her senses were exceptionally clear. She could hear and see, but she couldn't move at all. Even the slightest movement of the wooden stake that pierced through her body would make her want to die immediately from the pain.

"Hehe~" Naluye knelt on the chariot that served as the execution ground, panting heavily. Strands of blood slid down her lips, inner thighs, and wooden stakes. The mixture of dirt, blood, and tears made Naluye's face look ferocious.

"How are you feeling?" Roland walked over with a smile.

"See those people in the distance? Is your father in there? Let him come and rescue you! But I don't know how long he can live!" Roland narrowed his eyes.

"I heard this is a form of punishment in your Rune region. I'm a rather hospitable person, so I brought it to entertain you! I'm sure you're feeling the warmth of home now." Roland chuckled and patted Naluye's trembling body with his lance.

(End of this chapter)