There is no doubt that Moroya Hightower didn't know what the man in front of her who could decide her life and death was thinking, but in order to fight for the last chance to live, she chose to cooperate without thinking.

When the closed doors of the Tower of Heaven opened again, the woman appeared at the entrance with Zhang Cheng by the arm, ordering all soldiers and knights loyal to the Hightower family to lay down their arms and welcome reinforcements from Bright Water City.

The soldier thought that maybe the two families had reached some kind of secret agreement, so he subconsciously relaxed his vigilance, completely unaware that this was the beginning of a massacre.

Before they could react to what was happening, Blanco, who had received the hint, immediately glanced at his subordinates, followed by hundreds of people who swarmed up, slashed the unsuspecting soldiers and knights to the ground, and slaughtered each other in just ten minutes.

As expected, the whole process was quick and efficient, with little to no decent resistance.

After the last unlucky man was pierced by a dozen sharp spears, the old mercenary took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood on his face, stepped forward and said with a smile: "My lord, it's all done, I promise that there won't be a single one alive." ”

Seeing that it was the soldier who was mending the knife on the corpse, Zhang Cheng nodded with satisfaction: "Very good! What's going on over there in the school city? Those self-righteous bachelors didn't make any trouble, right?"

"Hey, as you might expect, at first there was a bunch of guys trying to stop us from entering the school, but after killing a few of the leaders, they immediately became like castrated male dogs, and they didn't dare to make the slightest gesture of resistance. Right now, all of them, including the scholars, are under our control, as long as you nod your head......"

At this, a bloodthirsty and cruel expression appeared on Blanco's face, and then he gestured with a very subtle gesture.

"Hmph, then what are you waiting for, let's do it. Remember, no one is allowed to vandalize the library, and I'll check it myself later to see if there's anything I need. Zhang Cheng coldly gave the order to slaughter.

He didn't care what serious consequences would be if he destroyed the only professional institution on the continent of Westeros that was engaged in recording history and researching various natural sciences, anyway, the Iron People would be responsible for the black pot in the end.

You must know that anyone who can enter the school city to learn knowledge, there are few commoners, most of them are the children of the nobility who have no inheritance rights, once the news of the slaughter of the school city spreads, the aristocratic class will inevitably be shocked, and even send a large number of secret agents to investigate the truth of the matter.

Fortunately, the Seven Kingdoms have just ended a fierce battle for the throne, and both the victorious and defeated families are doing everything they can to regain their strength, and it won't be long before this false peace comes to an end with the death of Tywin Lannister, and no one will focus on the slaughtered schooltown.

In fact, although Zhang Cheng's actions may seem very bold at times, he secretly thinks carefully to ensure that he is able to withstand the changes that come with it.

Of course, Blanco, who lacked political experience, never realized the political impact of destroying the school, but only regarded it as a by-product of the eradication of the Hightower family, and happily marched in the direction of the school, and after about half an hour, the painful wail followed the sultry sea breeze.

Listening to the screams of those familiar voices, Mo Luoya's whole person began to tremble involuntarily, and at the same time lowered her voice and asked, "Aren't you afraid that someone will be debunked one day if you do this?"

"Are you afraid? Do you think I'm afraid of a group of weak people who bow down to the face of just three dragons? No, my dear, the power of the nobles is far less powerful than you think, and their survival so far has nothing to do with strength, because no one can find an alternative for the time being. If I am given 10 to 15 years to train a group of qualified managers, I will not only be able to kill all the nobles, but also establish a more efficient ruling system. Zhang Cheng curled the corners of his mouth and sneered, completely undisguised his contempt for the primitive aristocratic feudal system.

The history of the earth has proved that feudal states are as fragile as pieces of paper in the face of centralized states, and they are far behind in terms of resource integration and population mobilization.

"So...... You want the Iron Throne too?" Moroya cautiously continued to probe.

"On the contrary, I have no interest in the Iron Throne, let alone time to build an empire from scratch. If you're asking why I'm destroying the Academy and destroying the Hightowers, the answer is simple, you're standing in my way to magical knowledge. Well, I don't have time to make small talk with you, please continue to show your worth, let the people who are still stubborn in the corners of the city immediately lay down their arms and come out and surrender, and by the way, write a letter to your married sister, I don't want to slip through the net. After that, Zhang Chengyi glanced at the other party with a deep smile.

"You're going to let me live as long as you're done with that, right?" Moroya forced herself to puff out her chest, trying to get an accurate promise.

However, Zhang Cheng responded with a smile: "I'm sorry, I can only promise to give you a chance, a chance to survive." As for whether you can really survive or not, it depends on your own efforts. After all, a slave who knows a little about alchemy is still more valuable to retain. ”

The words just fell!

Beth Tarot ran from a distance in a rage, her eyes glinting with hatred, and she carried a blood-stained sword in her hand.

"Ah, my Nemesis is coming. I sincerely hope that you have practiced swordsmanship in addition to learning about magic, otherwise I guarantee that she will be more than happy to break your limbs and find dozens of old and ugly homeless ** you until you have a complete mental breakdown. Oh, by the way, one last word of caution, hurry up and pick up a handful of ......"

Before Zhang Cheng could finish speaking, Beth rushed up with an arrow and stabbed Moroya's wrist fiercely.

There is no need to ask to know that she does not intend to kill people directly to vent her anger, but to torture and humiliate the enemy first, and take revenge for the pain she has endured over the years tenfold or hundredfold.

"Damn!" Moroya cursed through gritted teeth as she dodged in a hurry, completely unclear why the other party wanted to kill her, so she had to pick up a relatively light dagger to parry first.

Compared with Beth, who has experienced real killing, although she can also have a little aristocratic swordsmanship, she is not an opponent at all, and after only a few rounds of kung fu, the long skirt on her body has been cut several times, and Bai Huahua's thighs and back are completely exposed to the air, causing many rude soldiers around her to cheer loudly.

As for Zhang Cheng, he stepped aside, admiring the fight between the two women with great interest, and had no intention of stepping forward to stop or interfere......

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