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Chapter 433: I Need You

After the explosion, most of the ruined city walls collapsed again, and most of the buildings in the city were only a pile of broken bricks and rubble, and a few charred wooden beams were half exposed, and black smoke was emitted intermittently.

Today, only the round tower with the statue of McCarthy is intact in the fortress, standing in a ruined wall, and the stone statue of the hero looks silently into the distance, giving people the desolation of the twilight of the hero.

"Smack-smack-"

Several pieces of rubble were pushed away, a hand reached out from inside, and a figure wearing the heavy armor of the Shield Infantry slowly sat up.

This is undoubtedly the survivor who survived the Big Bang, and should be the only one for now. When the heavy full-cover helmet was taken off, a young and square face was revealed, and a team of thick and straight eyebrows looked like two bladeless heavy swords, making the young man show a sense of strength and determination.

Looking at the broken surroundings, the young man's eyes showed a kind of extreme sadness, and he took off the steel plate half-body armor, and the young man took out a jade talisman in the shape of a shield from his chest, and the shield was engraved with a fortress standing on a lonely peak, and it could be vaguely seen that it was the appearance of the Penglin fortress.

This is the heirloom of the Penglin family, and to the Penglin family, it is as important as the Marquis of Penglin! At the same time, it is also a powerful magic talisman, which can withstand the attack of the forbidden spell level! But now, this magic talisman is missing a corner.

That's right, the young man is a member of the Peng Lin family, and now he is probably the last. The young man's name was Alleyne, and he was the son of the last Marquis of Penlin, but he was an illegitimate child, so it was the first time he had actually stepped into the Penrin Stronghold, in such a way.

Aren's mother died when he was a child, and he was raised by a maid, but Arenn never resented his father, the Marquis of Penryn. Although he was a child and only spent a very short time with his father every year, the Marquis of Penglin did teach him a lot of things, from the first sword style he mastered, the first military book he read, and the awakening of the star soul at the age of eighteen...... All this was done in the company of the Marquis of Penlin. At the same time, it was the Marquis of Penlin who made him understand what a real man is.

Eventually, the Marquis of Penlin even gave him one of the two most valuable items of the Penlin family, the Penglin Amulet—Ellen had never had the idea of a marquis, he knew that it belonged to his eldest half-brother, a man who was said to be very gifted and outstanding. But Ellen never thought that the Marquis of Penlin would actually hand over the Penglin amulet to himself, it was the heirloom of the Penglin family, and only the most important clansmen of the Penglin family could hold it!

Alleyne understands that this represents his father's high expectations for him, and perhaps guilt for himself—but I really never blame you, Father......

This time, it was the Penlin Talisman that kept Ellen alive from the Big Bang.

Alleyne carefully observed the pit in the direction of the City Lord's Mansion, and finally did not find the tunnel he expected, and there was no residual magic fluctuation of spatial teleportation, not to mention that in that case, spatial teleportation was not much different from suicide!

Is it really a suicide trap, exchanging one's own death for the destruction of the enemy? Killing 30,000 men at the cost of 5,000 men is not a bargain, but in Elleon's opinion it is still too crazy, if the war is carried out in such a way, then the troops, the stratagem, the weapons and armor are completely meaningless!

For the first time, Ellen had a strong fear of the Red Demon Empire, a mysterious country that had risen suddenly, in addition to a huge hatred!

But why do I think so much? What the hell is going on in the Red Demon Empire, it's not my turn to worry about a lost dog! I still want to think about where I should go in the future!

Although the loss of 10,000 men was not enough to cancel the formation of the Oath Shield, it would take considerable time to recover. Now that only one of these 30,000 people has survived alone, perhaps showing his identity as a Penglin family can exempt him from punishment, but that is not what Alleyne wants - only at the moment when he moves to the mainland, Ellen will reveal the identity of his Leyn family, and it will also be the time for the Pentin family to regain its glory!

So, this time Alleyne decided to be a deserter! It's easy to be a deserter, but the Valley of the Dawn is so big, and the Roland Empire itself can't stay any longer, where should he go?

"Smack-"

At this time, a twenty-centimeter-long piece of paper fell out of Alleyne's clothes, and when he picked it up, he saw such a large line of words - "I need you!"

Underneath this line of writing is engraved a heroic young general, a man wearing a full body of plate armor, his right hand stretched forward, and his index finger pointing at himself; his bright eyes seem to have light about to shine through the paper, giving people a sense of blazing spirit! This gesture of the young general is as if he is saying the line of big characters marked on the top of the poster: "I need you!"

And this young man is undoubtedly very affinity, and at a glance, people can't help but feel a little close!

The young man's breastplate was engraved with a golden dragon, and Alleyne estimated that it was either the Legion banner or the coat of arms of the nobility! Although there were countless nobles in the entire Dawn Valley, Alleyne only knew that one with the golden dragon as his coat of arms.

At the bottom of the portrait, there is also a line of small letters: "Do you want to be the commander of a thousand people? Then come quickly, welcome to the Black Wind Legion!"

Alleyn recalled that this poster was forcibly shoved into his arms by a maid while drinking in a tavern before the Corps set out for the expedition, and he was recalled before he could see it.

"Is it just a thousand people to recruit? That's really interesting. Glancing up at the northeast, a smile rose on the corner of Aren's mouth, and he tucked his helmet and breastplate into the Star Ring, and Alleyne began to stride towards the northeast!

Three hours later, it was eight o'clock in the morning, and the main hall of the Yuntian Stone Palace had gathered a number of ministers and many nobles from the Roland Empire, and hundreds of people were standing bustlingly. Because His Majesty the Emperor had not yet arrived, these ministers and nobles did not seem very reserved, and most of them just stood very casually, and even exchanged various information in small and low laughter.

"Hey, why didn't you see Marcus's sycophant today?" a nobleman couldn't help but be surprised when he accidentally looked at where Marcus was standing, but didn't see the other party.

Of course, in the eyes of this nobleman, he did not think that Marcus was more responsible, he thought that the other party simply did not want to waste any opportunity to pat His Majesty the Emperor!

"The last Congress, Marcus also didn't show up. Another nobleman next to him also shook his head and said.

"That old guy must have died on a woman's belly, right? I heard that the old guy drank a lot of magic potions in order to give birth to a son!" another nobleman immediately laughed, which caused several surrounding nobles to laugh in a low voice.

"You're wrong, as far as I know, that old fellow Marcus looks like he's doing something big. A polite middle-aged aristocrat suddenly said slowly, his hair was combed very neatly, and the clothes on his body were also very exquisite, so that people could know at a glance that this was a person who paid great attention to details!

Seeing that several other nobles suddenly looked at him with hopeful eyes, the middle-aged nobleman with an indifferent expression quietly flashed a trace of pride in his eyes, but just when he opened his mouth to say something, the Roland Emperor St. Pepaul had already stepped into the main hall at this time and strode towards his throne. Looking at St. Pepao's fat body and rude steps, a trace of disdain appeared in the eyes of the middle-aged nobleman, but when St. Pepao sat on the throne and looked down, the middle-aged nobleman immediately lowered his head to show his respect for His Majesty the Emperor.

"Ladies and gentlemen, do you think I'm fat?" Everyone present didn't expect that the first thing that St. Pepaolo said after sitting on the throne would be this, what kind of crazy is His Majesty the Emperor smoking today?!

No matter what he thought in his heart, under the sharp gaze of San Pepaolo, no one present dared not to lower his head!

But St. Pepaul obviously did not let these nobles and ministers go, he stared at the middle-aged nobleman in front of him and asked directly: "Count Langman, you say, am I very fat? But to be honest——"

Noticing the meaningful gaze of St. PePaul, the cold sweat on Langman's forehead immediately fell, and he knew that if he didn't answer well, maybe his head would be lost, and his mother's disaster was really unreasonable!

Lang Man scolded San Pepaolo in his heart, but he still stubbornly said: "I, I think Your Majesty, Your Majesty is not fat at all! You are called strong! That's right, you are strong!"

St. PePaul's stared straight at Lang Man for a long time, and then he suddenly smiled and said: "Count Lang Man, you really have a good eye! That's right, I'm fat, I'm strong! I want to kill at least a thousand people in the first big battle, otherwise how can I be called 'Thousand Slaughter'?!"

Listening to St. PePaul's smug laughter, but no one present dared to say anything, they could see that His Majesty the Emperor was obviously a little wrong today, and if one of them was not good, maybe they would really lose their heads!

"I know," laughed to himself, and then Saint-Pepao continued, "most of you seem to be respectful to me on the surface, but in your hearts you think that you look down on me to the extreme, and think that I am an emperor who does nothing, and only knows how to spend his thoughts on women's bellies all day long!

"But today, I want you to understand that as long as I want, I, St. Pepa, will still be the same Qiantu as I was!" Looking at the many nobles and ministers below with a bewildered face, St. Pepao smiled mysteriously, "Wait, I believe the battle report will arrive soon!"

Almost as soon as St. PePaul's words fell, a cyan eagle flew into the main hall and landed on the shoulders of a middle-aged nobleman in a black robe with a feminine face - this was Huntington, the intelligence minister of the Roland Empire!

"Huntington, read aloud what the battle report says!" St. PePaul's order was immediately overjoyed at the sight of the Green Eagle.

Huntington was of course aware of St. PePaul's secret dispatch of Marcus to conquer Penryn Stronghold, and according to his estimation, the Green Eagle should have sent back the good news that Marcus had captured Penlin Stronghold. But when he hurriedly read the battle report, Huntington's eyes showed disbelief, and when he read the battle report for the second time, Huntington's whole person suddenly cooled in half!

Seeing that Huntington was silent for a long time, St. PePaulo immediately reprimanded dissatisfiedly: "Huntington, what are you trying to do? Didn't you hear me ask you to read out the contents of the war report? Are you dumb, or do you not want to do it, the intelligence minister?!"

"Yes, Your Majesty the Emperor!" Huntington tried to make his voice sound calmer, but many nobles and ministers, including St. Pepaul, noticed the slightest tremor in his tone. This made the latter's face sink suddenly, and it was obvious that the content of the battle report was not what he had expected! But now that he had put the words out, it was difficult to take them back, and besides, even if Marcus's idiocy was not good, it should not be too bad, right? I will give him a full 5,000 Sworn Shield Knights plus 5,000 Sworn Shield Infantry!

Thinking of this, Saint-Pepaul's face became a little calmer, and then he heard Huntington tremble and say: "Horse, Count Marcus led three or thirty thousand soldiers to the city of Penlin, and all of them were killed in battle!"

(End of chapter)

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