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Night.

Wang Li Zhongyāng College, comprehensive building.

Xia Lan was hidden in a room in the building, he leaned against the window, his head poked out, and his eyes were fixed on the outside of the building.

As the Kingdom Guards approached, the murderous aura they carried on them alarmed him in the trees, and he knew that what he had been looking forward to had finally turned.

Turnaround, harvest, a qiē unknown.

The members of the Blood Banner Society gathered and dispersed at Tirrant's orders, unbeknownst to them, an uninvited guest had quietly found himself in the building they had patrolled.

Because of distance, because of interference, because of caution.

He couldn't hear Tirrant talking to the general of the kingdom's guard, and he could imagine that things would never have turned out so well.

The leader who caused the rebellion of the academy students reflected a lot from the moment he took the stage to speak.

Take him as a person, for example.

Will he admit defeat lightly?

He has impulses, thoughts, ideas that belong to his age. There is no doubt that he is an excellent young man in a certain sense.

Maybe he's not rational enough, maybe he's not calm enough.

And these, time will slowly change, it's just that he didn't leave time for himself.

Looking back, Tirrant turned to look at the members behind him, if everything went smoothly, they would not have landed in such a situation, they should come, they will always come.

"I'm not going to throw in the towel."

He turned his head and looked at Safhirland firmly.

"Meaning, where is the meaning?" Safirlan pointed his horsewhip at the group of members behind him, and said, "You have already lost, and stubbornly resisting to the end will only make your friends and compatriots die needlessly, is it for your own selfishness?" ”

"No, if it were for my own sake, what you saw wouldn't be these people!"

Tirrant spread his hands and smiled proudly.

"Because, they are the same people as me, willing to die for their ideals!"

"Unreasonable."

Safhirlan shook his head, the reins in his hands tugging unconsciously, the mane of the war horse flicking back and forth under his crotch, and the horse's hooves stepped impatiently on the ground.

"Young people, you should live in the future."

"Someone said the same thing to me."

"Why?"

Why, knowing this, why do you have to be stupid and insist.

Stubborn, unimaginably stubborn.

"Lord Adjutant, can you be optimistic about the future of this kingdom?" At this time, Tirrant suddenly asked rhetorically.

"Yes, because I've always been an optimistic person." Safir Lan said flatly.

"Even if the kingdom falls?" Tirrant asked.

"Yes."

"But it's not you. They don't have your strength, they don't have strong nerves, and at that moment, for them, it's a complete ruin. ”

Tirrant said slowly: "The kingdom is not the kingdom of the nobles, the kingdom is composed of those ordinary people who live in this land, overturned, maybe they can survive, but those people are dead, because they have no power to protect themselves, they can only be ravaged by the strong, the past is, the present is, and the future is ......"

"In the eyes of the nobles, those people are just a group of lowly people, they don't care about their lives or deaths, they only think about the gains and losses of their own interests."

"But in the end, the people who protect this kingdom are the nobles you despise." Saffield Land interrupted.

"Yes, because they hold a single part of this kingdom, and only they have this ability, and their purpose in protecting this kingdom is to protect their own lost interests." Tillant sneered.

Safirlan chuckled, as if laughing at his childish remarks.

"Ridiculous?" Tirrant seemed to see through his thoughts and said, "So, you won't know about us. ”

"Standing on different standpoints, ideas can also be repulsive, and in our world, this is the world." Safield Landau.

……

"The Guards—"

Saffield had given up on persuasion, and he raised his whip.

The armor metal collided, and the sword was unsheathed.

"Blood Banner—"

Young and immature faces, long swords trembling.

"We will not obey and revere the fawning power of the king's kingdom, with their hypocritical, greedy, and flattering faces!

"O lowly and foolish mind, sleeping, drunken and numb! Listen to our final announcement! ”

"We are willing to weave the crown of your ziyou with the sincerity of blood!"

Tirrant roared the last blood in his heart, and the long sword raised high revealed poignant.

"Sortie-"

The delicate stamens that bloom under the moon, under the iron hooves, withered and broken.

The charge is broken, the blade of the sword is hot, and the stubborn resistance is nothing but a senseless sacrifice.

Piercing the fragile body that fell, the out-of-control love collapsed, and the banner of blood slowly fell......

On the side of the slaughter, Xia Lan looked at the one that happened in the distance with an expressionless face.

Once upon a time, the world he saw, the blood on the corpses seemed to irrigate the earth this night, the simple faces, fearing death, and the courage of being infected made the trembling sword in his hand swing wildly.

What are they for......

No guards attacked Tirrant, for that was the prey of their lieutenant.

Safhirlan didn't draw his sword, he didn't need to pull it out, the whip in his hand was enough for him to face the person in front of him, Tirrant in front of him.

Unruly swordsmanship, crazy stabs, he would easily smash away every time he approached, like teasing a funny toy.

This is the gap in strength.

The violent movement caused the wound in Tirrant's abdomen to tear open again, and the blood began to spread and soak, and he endured, numb, sweaty, wet cheeks, and swayed wantonly.

Between the iron hooves, the painful death wails of their companions echoed, and tears gradually overflowed their eyes, and their eyes were red.

That's his choice, their choice.

"Bell-"

The long sword landed with a crisp crashing sound, Tirrant looked at his hands in a daze, looking at the long sword that was knocked out, the madness seemed to dissipate, and the pain sensation was instantly filled.

He fell to his knees clutching his belly, the battle in his ears darkened, and his companion's voice began to fade......

A tall shadow suddenly covered his eyes, he raised his head and looked at Saffirlan with a smile on his face, at this time, why is this face so annoying.

"Kill me." Tirrant hung his head and closed his eyes.

"It's a shame you can't die right now." Safir Lan shook his head.

"Why?" Tirrant looked up, anger in his eyes.

"I don't know, I'm just following the orders of my boss, no matter life or death, it's better to live." Saffield said: "I heard what His Majesty said to my boss before leaving, I think this should be His Majesty's explanation." ”

Tillant snorted coldly, "Does he still want to guillotine me openly?" I can't ask for it! ”

"Perhaps, you've been overlooking one thing."

Tirrant watched as the guards contracted as the suppression had subsided, the ground no longer shaking, and occasionally the groans of death were heard.

"Your proclamation will not reach the ears of the people of the kingdom, because Your Majesty will block this qiē news and spread a distorted truth, and your new identity will be a traitor."

"Treason?" Tillant sneered.

"It's a very simple thing to make a crime, and the point is that ignorant people will believe it." Safir Lan said calmly.

"Haha...... When we were in the square, countless academy students had already learned about what we were doing, even if our majesty sealed it, could we seal all of them? As soon as someone told the truth, the word would quickly spread throughout the kingdom. Tirrant laughed back.

"Yes, it's possible." Safirlan flicked the whip in his hand, patted him lightly on the cheek, and said, "Truth and lie go together, and ignorant people don't get to know it deeply, and in their eyes, this is just a good topic to talk about." Of course, there may be people who are willing to believe your claims, but how many of them can there be? And who of them is willing to stand up? Don't ask for miracles, because they only care about things that are closely related to life. An ideal divorced from reality is not an ideal. ”

Safirlan sighed softly and looked at the silent Tirrant.

"In front of the hungry beggar, it is self-evident which bread and ideals he will choose, in the face of the cruel reality, every ideal is empty talk, and only you young people who have no worries about food and clothing are willing to stubbornly pursue it."

"The truth is in mankind, the error is in the times, and one day, history will remember us!" Tirrant said coldly.

"Perhaps all you need is to take you as a proof, and you, you, will no longer have any chance."

Tillant raised his whip and motioned for the guards not far away to come forward, and looked at Tirrant at his feet and chuckled and turned away.

"Be careful with that kid, he's bleeding from the abdomen all the time, I don't want to go back and see a corpse!"

Re-mounted on his horse and turning around, Safirlan seemed to think of something, and turned back to the guards who had bound Tilrant and reminded him loudly.

"What a nuisance!" When the guard in charge of escorting heard this, he took a small bag from his waist, pulled it open, and reached out to grab a handful of white powder.

Roughly ripped off Tirrant's clothes in his abdomen, and the white powder in his hand smeared on the bleeding wound, and Tirrant, who was fiddled with like a puppet, bared his teeth and broke out in cold sweat on his forehead.

There was a brief sharp pain, and a slight coolness began to come from the bleeding abdomen.

The bound Tirrant was thrown on his horse like a burden by the guards, and the irritating smell of blood in his nose made him can't help but glance back behind him.

Stumps and broken arms, corpses everywhere.

He seemed to see a pair of wide, round eyes with two lines of blood dripping.

Dead, all dead.

I am the one who led you to death, and you are willing to believe in me and follow me, but I cannot repay you with anything.

With his head lowered, tears could no longer be stopped.