Chapter 121: The Will to Resist, the Heart of Casualness

At this time, there were tens of thousands of people on this wall, but no matter what kind of clothes they were wearing or what country they were from, they did not make any sound, and even the wounded tried to keep their moaning sounds as low as possible.

At this moment, it is like a field of silence.

Damon's hand was raised, and the pitch-black meteor stopped falling, and he looked at the old king with a little curiosity on his face, a little surprised by his words.

"That's a good point, but it's pointless," Damon said with a bit of banter on his face, "If the emperor doesn't make a move, then I will be invincible in the world." ”

"As for the rebellion ......"

"The life span of the undead in my generation is unlimited, and when everyone dies in this generation, the rest of the people will be accustomed to living with the dead and accepting the rule of the undead. ”

"It's you," he turned to look at Theresine, who was on a giant sword to recover her strength as quickly as possible, "this is not your land, this is not your civilians, why are you so-called "reinforcements" so desperate?"

Theresteen was tired, and her injuries were severe, but she still straightened her back, like a flag that would not be crooked.

"Because if we all refuse to help, then Davenport will die. ”

"Today's Davenport is not tomorrow's empire. ”

"I see. Damon took a deep breath and waved his hand down again.

Black flames descended again.

Since you don't want to surrender, then keep fighting.

If they are all dead, there is no need to surrender.

While the kings of the two sides were talking, most of the soldiers had already begun to evacuate under the city wall, but there were still some soldiers who had not had time to withdraw were shaken off the city wall, or were directly hit by black flames and killed on the spot, and the city wall began to crumble.

However, the soldiers, who were still preparing for the bloody battle, began to seize the time to recover their mental and physical strength without paying attention.

An Fangsuo looked at the many generals who were sitting on the ground without scruples and gasping for breath, and finally said with a look on his face: "You don't need to let your warriors sacrifice their lives for our country, if you want to leave, then it should be too late to withdraw while the undead have not attacked yet." ”

"We won't go," said Canel the Wind Dancer, who was now about sixty percent recovered, and his face was no longer as ugly as before, "we have no way to retreat, and without Jorsek, there will be no danger in the Gug Plains, and the Duchy of Clay will be destroyed, and then they will only need to cross the Earl Forest to reach the Duchy of Loop...... If we run away now, we will become sinners in the whole of human society, and we ourselves will become the most despicable cowards, shameful people who have disgraced our ancestors. ”

There is no way to retreat, so you can only fight.

"We've been through a lot of bloody battles, and now is not the time to give up. “

The towering walls have not been completely destroyed, but the numerous collapsed gaps mean that the city has become a hunting ground that can be accessed at will, and the walls have completely lost their purpose of existence.

Why is it that both individual strength and numbers are superior, and now the morale of the undead army is also high, which is tantamount to seeking its own death.

Although many warriors know that this war is already difficult to win.

But they still stood up and took up their weapons.

Maybe not because of righteousness, not because of strategic significance.

Maybe it's just because, "I've fought so hard, and now I want to give up like this, it's really a little unwilling"?

Then, these soldiers, whose morale was a little low, saw a lot of people.

Among these people, there are wealthy merchants dressed in silk, commoners in cloth clothes, bards who have no power to restrain chickens, majestic artists who sell medicine on the streets, old men who hang down on crutches, and scoundrels who steal chickens and dogs on weekdays and do not learn or know how to do it.

They were so frightened that they stayed at home and locked their doors and windows to wait for the end of the battle, and they are still in fear.

Because they are just civilians.

Civilians are still civilians and have no experience of facing the enemy on the battlefield.

But they are not defenseless lambs to the slaughter.

People today are not ready to perish in silence.

Then they are ready to explode in silence.

And then it came to perdition.

The most powerful shadow guard, "No. 1", stepped forward and asked the security side for his guilt.

Alfonso looked at the silent crowd and burst out laughing.

"So it seems," he gently wiped away the tears from his laughter with his handkerchief, "I'm still a good king." ”

......

......

"On that day, it was a black cloud that was about to destroy the city, guess how dark the sky was? It wasn't a black cloud, it was an elite gargoyles of the undead! Good guy, it was a dense patch......

It stands to reason that the destruction of Jorsek and the death of Davenport are not the turn of the common people of the Charr Empire to worry about for the time being, but in every tavern and teahouse, there are always some guys who rely on storytelling to make a living, and since they rely on storytelling to eat, how to use recent events to make up reasonable and interesting stories that can attract listeners is a compulsory course for them.

In the tavern, a man and a woman ordered a few meat and vegetarian dishes, and drank and ate food while listening to stories.

"I didn't expect that the Duchy of Davenport, which is known as the third largest military force in the world, would die so easily. The woman tore off a large piece of mutton and swallowed it without any scruples, lifted the wine jug and poured it violently, and said, "Is it because this third army has some water, or is the undead empire too strong?"

This is a heroic woman, short black hair looks cool, she is dressed in a white suit, just fitted, highlighting her delicate and graceful body, about 1.7 meters of figure infinitely beautiful, not particularly beautiful but completely worthy of a good look, eyebrows and eyes are very clean.

The woman's name is Zhang Xinyuan, and she is already a great demon protector in the one-star legendary realm at the age of twenty, and such a talent can not only be described as extraordinary on this continent, it can be called a demon.

"My dearest Yuan, pay a little attention to your image, how can you say that you are also a girl," Unlike the girl, the man sitting opposite her was quite unattractive, he was slightly fat, and he didn't even seem to be as tall as Zhang Xinyuan, and at this time his face was full of helplessness and smiled bitterly, "And Davenport has only lost his own capital, I heard that several princes are also leading soldiers to prepare to lead the army to counterattack, and the undead want to completely incorporate this land into their own territory, how can it take a considerable amount of time." ”

The man's name is Zhao Qianyu, and now at the age of nineteen, he is already a demon commander at the peak of the realm, although it can also be said to be uniquely talented, but compared with the almost demonic girl opposite, it is slightly inferior, and now he has reached the peak of the five-star commander for three months, but he has not yet found his own path, so he doesn't know when he will be able to be a legend, and when he will be able to ......

"It seems that the emperor of the undead has made a move, otherwise at least the city would not have been destroyed so quickly. Zhang Xinyuan chewed and made his own judgment, "I really want to see what he looks like when he makes a move......

"In the best direction, the moment he makes a move, you and I will die," Zhao Qianyu made a reliable estimate based on the strength of the two, but the facts he said made people feel a little sad, "Fortunately, that war is far away from us, and it will not affect you and me for the time being." ”

"Tsk," Zhang Xinyuan raised his eyebrows slightly, and poured himself another sip of wine, "But it's a little strange, why did I think you seemed to be very nervous when I heard that storyteller talk about the defeat of the human race in the Guge Plain?"

"Is there your companion above that battle?"

"Well, although it can be said that way, in fact, he and I have only known each other for about a year," Zhao Qianyu was slightly stunned, and then explained with a smile, "That guy's name is Wang Tianyu, and he is probably the strength of the commander at the peak, but if what he said at the beginning was not to brag about his own words, but to tell a true story, then he must be fine." ”

"That's fine", Zhang Xinyuan put down the gently shaking wine jug, suddenly leaned forward, and whispered in Zhao Qianyu's ear, "Let's talk about things on my side." ”

"Okay," Zhao Qianyu smiled, "You suddenly came to call me to go to the Principality of Sko with you, but you haven't told me what the reason is, I have left behind the pleasant and relaxed campus life." ”

Zhao Qianyu picked up a cup of yogurt sprinkled with dried fruits and raisins on the table and waited quietly for Zhang Xinyuan to speak, but Zhang Xinyuan was silent, as if he was organizing language, this matter must be difficult to speak, seeing this scene, Zhao Qianyu sighed, "Yuan, you and I can omit those cliché cold noises and euphemisms, and get down to business." ”

"Help me kill. Zhang Xinyuan finally spoke.

"My dearest Zhang Xinyuan, isn't it good to chat like this earlier?" Zhao Qianyu smiled comfortably, "Where to go, how many kills?"

Although he knew Zhao Qianyu's character, it was still a little uncomfortable to hear such a simple and direct answer, Zhang Xinyuan said: "Don't you ask the reason?"

Zhao Qianyu thought about it, "If they want to kill you, you will kill them, and I don't want you to be killed, so I will help you, what a simple reason." ”

Zhang Xinyuan was suddenly speechless, she thought that this guy had changed, but Zhao Qianyu was still as easy-going and cold as ever - easy-going because he didn't know how to refuse, in the face of other people's requests, even if he refused in his heart, he was always accommodating in action, and coldness was the coldness that seeped into his bones and blood, and he was enthusiastic on the surface, but in fact, there was no wave in his heart.

But it's precisely because of this that this can't hide the lazy atmosphere in his bones that the guy is so cute.

"I know you're not afraid of killing, but you haven't stepped into the legend, will it be a little dangerous?" asked Zhang Xinyuan with a smile.

"Poof," Zhao Qianyu almost spit out all the yogurt he drank on the spot, put down the porcelain cup in his hand and coughed a few times, and then replied after a while: "It's okay, the opportunity will come when it comes, if I don't come, I can't force it, since I haven't broken through the realm for so long, then my fate is not there, so it's good." ”

"Besides, you don't think that as an intellectual-based demon protector, even if I don't reach the legendary realm, my combat ability will be very weak, right?"

"Okay," Zhang Xinyuan slapped the table when she heard this, and the corner of the table was directly broken by her, she looked around sneakily, and found that no one in the tavern seemed to notice her atrocities, so she continued to say to Zhao Qianyu, "It's a group of thieves who want to kill me." ”

"But I strongly suspect that those robbers are just being instructed behind the scenes to be used as gunmen. ”