Qinghuo looked like a middle-aged man in his forties, but in fact he was in his eighties, and he had ruled the city at his feet for more than fifty years. At the beginning, Qingmang City was only two miles in radius, with a population of less than 10,000, but with his efforts, in just a few decades, it developed into a big force with hundreds of thousands of soldiers and radiating more than a dozen small cities around.

Over the years, every time the strength of his subordinates has increased by one point, his ambition has also increased by one point, and not long ago he was still dreaming of dominating the world. But the moment the iron hooves of the Black Wing Battalion set foot on Qingmang City, his sweet dream was shattered with a click.

The strength of the Void Realm, hundreds of thousands of soldiers, a strong fortress, and the Ironback Clan as a support, all of this could not increase his confidence in front of the strong strength of the Black Wing Battalion.

Wang Lang stared at the green fire in front of him, this middle-aged man who was not good-looking, in his opinion, was really a rare talent, in a few decades, he had built such a strong fortress almost from scratch, plus hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers. If it weren't for the strong intervention of the Southern Hundred Tribes with the Black Wing Battalion, it would not be possible to say that in some time, not to mention the thousands of miles in the south, even the clouds might not be spared.

Lian Yun, who was greatly injured, did not have the strength to resist hundreds of thousands of male soldiers. Thinking of this, Wang Lang's mind became eager, such a guy with ambition and means, if he was under his command, he would definitely have unexpected benefits.

Qinghuo, who was standing in front of Wang Lang, sighed in his heart, his vain attempt to dominate had not yet begun, and it was extinguished by the young man in front of him who stretched out his hand.

"Qinghuo, right, the city lord of Qingmang City, don't you have anything to say to me at this moment?" Wang Lang asked with a gentle smile on his face.

Qinghuo arched his hand at Wang Lang with a gloomy expression, "This lord, please spare the ordinary soldiers in the city, they are innocent." Qinghuo is willing to bear all the blame. ”

"Oh?" Wang Lang was surprised, he didn't expect Qinghuo to be quite responsible, "So, you mean to let me deal with it?" ”

"My lord, Qinghuo is willing to exchange his blood for the lives of the people of the city."

Wang Lang glanced at Qinghuo noncommittally, and what he thought in his heart was that there was less than half a month to go, and the task of expelling the alien race was about to expire, if he hadn't completed the task before that, the consequences were really something he didn't dare to predict. He needs a helper now, and he has enough ability and wrist to help him complete the task as quickly as possible.

"Qinghuo, forgiving the soldiers and people of the city is nothing to me. But what good is it that I did? Can you tell us about the benefits of doing this? Looking at the middle-aged man in front of him, he asked with a smile.

Qinghuo was silent at this moment, and he heard the meaning of the latter from Wang Lang's words. Even so, he couldn't go up the pole to be allegiant, which he couldn't do. Fifty years ago, when he was still a very small city lord and there were few people under him, he began to prepare, gather soldiers one by one, and train pairs of warriors, just so that one day he could unify the southern tribes, and then compete with Lian Yun and Yunmeng or Lance for the hegemony of this world.

Although Wang Lang's strength made him feel deep despair, at this moment he even had the idea of martyrdom for his ideals or ambitions.

Looking at the silent Qinghuo, Wang Lang did not urge, turned back to the soldiers beside him and ordered, "Pass my order, kill the most fiercely resisting army at the city gate, and hang their heads high on the city wall." ”

Wang Lang's order was cold and cruel in Qinghuo's ears, this was the victor's means to deter the Quartet, Qinghuo himself had often used it before, but he didn't expect that one day, someone else would use this trick on him.

At this moment, Qinghuo's heart was extremely struggling, his pride could make him die calmly, but he was not allowed to crawl under the feet of others to survive, which would be more unacceptable to him than killing him. On the other hand, reason told him that with such a strong character, his ideals could not be realized in any way, and there was no need for the soldiers who had worked so hard to gather to die tragically under the butcher's knife.

An hour later, on top of the castle tower of Qingmang City, there were rows of heads, dripping blood from the severed neck cavity. These ironback monsters with the most in their heads, when they entered the city, their attack on the Black Wing Battalion was the most fierce and the resistance was the most tenacious, so after receiving Wang Lang's order, Liang Jun directly opened the knife against these monsters.

Qinghuo couldn't have imagined that for a long time, the elite of the ironback clan that he had been able to rely on would become hanging on the city tower one by one, becoming a symbol of others showing off their strength. At this time, there was a strange change in his contradictory heart, and it didn't seem to be too humiliating to succumb to such a strong man, he thought after losing the respect he insisted on in his heart.

Wang Lang didn't have time to pay attention to Qinghuo's thoughts, because he found that such a fortress-like military fortress actually had no soul, and he looked up to Qingmang City a little at the beginning. Although there are many elite warriors in the city, these warriors are just ordinary people who are stronger than ordinary farmers who have taken up arms, at least these people have not experienced much fighting, and they have no concept of home and country.

"Wang Lang, what should we do next? Moving on to the next town? Liang Jun knocked on the door of the City Lord's Mansion and looked at Wang Lang, who was deep in thought.

"No, it's no longer necessary to continue fighting like this." Wang Lang shook his head, walked out of his contemplation, looked at the sturdy Liang Jun in front of him and said, "What we have to do now is to make the male tribes submit, and then integrate them into the alliance, and try to send troops as soon as possible to exterminate those underworld races scattered around." ”

Liang Jun stared at Wang Lang's eyes, "Wang Lang, are you in a hurry?" ”

Wang Lang nodded, staring at Liang Jun in front of him, a comrade-in-arms he had known for a long time, "Time is running out, and soon, we will face an even more cruel enemy, countless times more powerful than those monsters in the underworld, and countless times more fierce." ”

"What kind of enemy? When? Liang Jun knew that Wang Lang's level of contact was much higher than his, so he did not doubt the truth of this statement.

"I don't know. I don't know when, where, what enemy. Wang Lang shook his head and said, "But I know that the strength of this enemy is by no means something we can compete with, we need time, we need time to grow, grow a hundred times a thousand times, or even more powerful, before it is possible to resist it." ”

Walking out of the City Lord's Mansion and standing on the most spacious street in Qingmang City, Liang Jun looked up at the sky, silently recalling Wang Lang's words and the worried look when he spoke.

(End of chapter)