Zhang Chao walked slowly through the ruins, the air filled with a pungent smell, he stepped over a withered arm that was still burning, and walked forward, the flames were still burning, and from time to time there was a loud noise, which was the sound of the collapse of the houses beside the road. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

There were countless charred corpses here, emitting a strong smell of burning, and right in front of Zhang Chao's eyes, there stood a row of sharp wooden stakes, each of which penetrated a human body.

It is a border town of Shurima, near the northern part of Shurima, adjacent to the court of the former King of Gessatai, and was originally a place to live and work in peace and contentment, but now it has become a purgatory on earth.

It is now the seventh day after the destruction of the Imperial City of Shurima, the brain of the entire empire has been destroyed, every body organ has been paralyzed, and the vast territory of Shurima has not only failed to become a symbol of its strength, but has become a piece of fat with aroma because of its wealth.

Everyone knows that Shurima is the richest country in the world, and legend has it that in this country, even beggars can eat meat and live richer than other nobles.

Such legends had filled the people with envy and a growing desire for citizenship for the Shurima, and no one dared to turn this envy into envy under the direction of their powerful soldiers.

Now, however, Shurima's royal city has been destroyed - along with Shurima's most elite royal knights and tens of thousands of veterans, along with the heads of the entire empire, important ministers and cores.

In the past seven days, the scene Zhang Chao has seen has gradually slipped from chaos to the abyss in hell.

The generals who held the military power supported their own troops, or fell into the expansion of ambition or fell into the confusion after the disappearance of the object of allegiance.

The nomads of the northern steppes were once again on the border, and Gesathai had long been drowned in the tide of history, but a new tribe immediately rose, and the Dan people became the nomadic court with the support of Shurima, but they realized Shurima's weakness and immediately organized a huge army to approach Shurima.

Along the way, they used the best methods of the nomads, killing them all, burning them all, robbing them all! These betrayers were even more cruel than the other nomadic tribes, as if this was the only way to wash away the shame of their forced submission.

Looking at this hellish scene, Zhang Chao's mood became more and more angry, until finally, after seeing the little girl whose lower body was pierced and nailed to the wooden pillar, he finally couldn't help but grit his teeth.

"Zeroth, you bastard!"

Zhang Chao clenched his fists, he actually knew very well that Zelas must have thought of such a consequence at that time, he wanted to completely destroy this huge empire from the beginning, only in this way, his slave status would be a thing of the past forever.

This paranoid madman, careerist, monster has long been inhuman, he has no mercy at all, didn't he think about how many people would die in the war with this betrayal of his?

Suddenly, there was a shout in the distance, and a dozen nomadic cavalry still wandering nearby spotted him, and came galloping towards him, and they galloped on their horses, each of them whining triumphantly.

They knew very well that the lone man was about to die under their blades, and they enjoyed the blood, the killing, and the plunder.

As if he was afraid that his prey would be preempted by others, a nomadic cavalryman suddenly slapped his horse and slashed at Zhang Chao with a smile.

Zhang Chao didn't retreat, and with a wave of his hand, he exploded the man into a sky of flesh and blood, and the flesh fragments turned into sharp blades, and instantly beat the nomadic cavalry behind him into a sieve.

But that's all, he can't do much, he's not Shurima's guardian, and he can't end this war on his own.

Even if he killed all the nomadic coalitions, the seeds of hatred would only grow, and when the new nomads grew, they would still attack Shurima again, which didn't make any sense.

Unless he kills the entire steppe nomads...... But what's the point?

He was not a Shurima, not even any of the tribes of the Runeterra, nor did he have any authority to slaughter another race in order to defend it.

So he left, faithfully recording all of this with the system's camera function, which was more bloody and cruel than in the movies.

In this way, he traveled all over the northern part of Shurima, he notified some undefended towns to relocate, and also suppressed some riots with thunder, but he did not know how many people he could save, he only knew that he could only do so much.

As he made his way through the heart of the Empire, he saw one feudal lord after another fighting to get everything they wanted in the midst of the turmoil.

He saw one city after another lost its protection burned to the ground at the hands of the rebels, and he also saw the courage and determination of one general after another loyal to the empire to defend the land to the death.

Gradually, he came to the western part of Shurima, in the province of Atrebat, which governed hundreds of barbarian tribes, large and small, and was now full of smoke.

Passing through a village that had just been burned, he stopped dozens of barbarian soldiers who were tormenting the miserable Shurima and attacked him shirtless, heroically and fearlessly.

But the fearlessness of these people is more like a manifestation of the darkness of the sky in Zhang Chao's view, they enjoy the killing, the slaughter and the invasion, these people make him feel sick, but what can it be?

There have been so many such things in history, not only the Shurima people were slaughtered, but the Shurima army must have slaughtered them in the past, setting fire to the city, which was not an uncommon thing in ancient wars.

After a sword, there was only one person left among the soldiers, and Zhang Chao walked towards the terrified barbarian soldiers while dealing with the numb Shurima people who were dying, doomed to survive.

The only remaining barbarian soldier was clearly a nobleman, well-dressed in chain mail and armed with a sword instead of the spears of the other soldiers.

"Why torture them, you hate the people of Reima?"

After being frightened, the barbarian nobleman gradually calmed down, and he found that this man had black hair, black eyes, and yellow skin...... He didn't look like any human race he knew.

In the same way, he was so powerful that he had never seen before.

He realized that he might have encountered the "devil" and that death was a doomed end, and his heart was calm.

"Of course, I hate them!"

This answer surprised Zhang Chao, who had thought that these people had just lost their humanity in war and killing, and were immersed in the sense of control over killing and torturing people.

Zhang Chao found that this person's unforgettable hatred for Shurima was not a fake, so he asked very seriously: "Why do you hate Shurima so much? Those innocent people. ”

They are not innocent people, they are infidels, they are constantly taking everything for themselves, both material and spiritual. ”

"Their evil gods are eroding our faith, and the faith of Jerusa's God is decaying......"

"They invented woollen fabrics, warm and soft, to lure our people to give up farming with money, and then they suddenly cut the thread, starving countless of our people!"

"Their armies slaughter our people, and any Shurima can ride on our heads, and the maidens of our people can be claimed at will by the nobles. ”

Zhang Chao looked at his increasingly excited expression, a trace of confusion rose on his face, he wanted to witness something, but at this moment he didn't seem to know what he should witness.

The childlike simple view of right and wrong has left him, and he begins to realize that he should not be deceived by appearances, and he should not have been involved in these grievances and mutual conquests in the first place.

He just needs to be a witness.

This...... Maybe it's the world view that a legend should have.

He asked again, this time pointing to the old and young women, whom he felt had never hurt them: "But they are innocent, they have not made a move against you, and not one of them has your blood on his hands." ”

"No, their country is supported by our flesh and blood. ”

"No innocent, no one's hands are clean!"

"They enjoy the dividends of war, but they keep claiming to be innocent, it's a fart!"

Zhang Chao still insisted: "No, the spoils of war plundered by the soldiers belong to themselves, they have never done anything to harm you, and the war should end in the army, not on the civilians." ”

"No! they've hurt me a long time ago!" he let out a sudden roar.

"The old man, he is a very skilled blacksmith, and has brought out many apprentices of great skill, without whom Shurima's sword would not be so sharp. ”

"That woman, the wife of a Shurima frontier soldier, whose husband was a man of power in our land, who had killed my people in front of me, cowardly chose to retreat. Did you see the beaded flower on her head, it was Rakka's wife's belonging...... Now you tell me that he has committed such a sin, and how can his women and children be left alone!"

"Seeing these peasants, who have taken over our land, supplied food to the army, and then invaded us, how can they claim to be innocent?"

"This is a holy war! These heretics should have fallen under the hands of righteousness, and only when they are all dead will it be the time for our lord to end the holy war!"

The barbarian youth roared and said feverishly.