Quiet, deathly quiet, pin drop can be heard.

A chill, centered on me, fanned out, surging towards the rebels.

It was not only my majestic killing intent, but also my relentless chill.

After a long silence, I said slowly: "There is only one chance, give you an hour to consider, whether to surrender or perish, those who surrender, who are not guilty of the past, choose to perish, my people, will wipe you out, along with your family, relatives, and all those who have a relationship with you, whether young or old, male or female. ”

As I spoke, I took out my pocket watch and showed the time: "From now on, until one hour." ”

Just as I was about to turn around, I suddenly stopped again, smiled coldly, and added, "I will give you another favor, if within an hour, you kill all the rebels, and their families, and send the corpses here, I will pardon all of you as if this had never happened." ”

With my hand stretched out, I easily grabbed a crossbow arrow aimed at me, and cut it off with two fingers, and I added again: "Although I don't care about your assassination at all, don't think that killing me will be enough, as long as I die, the elf race will be wiped out from the Zephyr Continent, unless you can resist the combined slaughter of dwarves, goblins, orcs and goblins." ”

With that, he slowly walked down the high platform, and together with the Ivy City Lord, he returned to the City Lord's Mansion.

On the way, the city lord had an unnatural expression on his face and asked me, "Elder, your last words just now, you were just threatening those guys who assassinated you, aren't you the truth?" ”

Stopping and looking at him, I said, "You should know some of my identities." ”

"Yes...... I know. ”

"Now that you know, you yourself should be able to measure whether what I said is true or false."

He shuddered, and cold sweat instantly trickled down.

An hour can do a lot.

For example, brush several pictures of poisoned milk powder, play a game of turret, do a game of masturbation, or play a few games of king pesticides.

Of course, you can also do something great if you want to.

For example, kill the leader of the rebels and disband the entire rebel army.

However, this is only my unilateral assumption.

Twenty minutes have passed now, and there is still no news of the chaos in the camp on the rebels' side, but there are many rebels who have forcibly fled to our camp with their families and mouths.

For these people, I would like to say, yes, very knowledgeable.

Although elves are extremely stubborn about their creed, they are not stupid and know what is better for them, such as fleeing to our side.

After ascertaining that most of the people who had fled to us were ordinary residents, and a few dozen or so minor nobles, and that there were no bandit leaders, I agreed to let them go and move them to the rear.

Every second that passed, the Ivy City Lord fidgeted for a second.

He kept muttering prayers such as 'God of Creation bless, Her Majesty the Empress blesses,' as if the God of Creation and the Empress would take care of him.

The God of Creation doesn't have the leisure to bother with such a small character as you, and as for the Empress, she is now in Dasai City, and she knows nothing about rebellion, let alone help you.

Oh, by the way, and the Fairy Empress, the Elf Empress has already answered your prayers, and I'm not the one her old man sent to help you solve the problem.

Thirty minutes passed, and at last, civil unrest and commotion began on the rebels' side, and some people started a dispute over whether to flee or stay, and the dispute continued to expand, even escalating into a fight for a time.

However, fights are limited to small-scale and small-scale fist and kick fights.

When the clock was forty minutes old, the first wave of mutineers suddenly appeared in the rebel camp.

The number of mutineers in this wave was not large, less than 100 people, and the scale was not large, but the impact was very great - several large noble family heads participated in the mutiny.

Forty minutes ago, these nobles were the staunchest supporters of the rebels, and in only forty minutes, the situation was reversed, and they once again rebelled against their masters and returned to the old master's camp.

This is a kind of irony.

But it is the most real reality.

The reason why the big nobles followed the rebellion was to get higher benefits, but unfortunately, in the face of the threat of death and annihilation that was about to loom over their heads, they finally chose to give up all this, after all, it is the most reliable to be able to keep their original position while still alive, as for those high-ranking officials who made empty promises, if they have a life, it is naturally good, and now even their lives are about to be gone, who wants that empty check!

The mutiny of the great nobles was the biggest blow to the rebels, and in an instant, the rebel camp fell into unprecedented turmoil and panic, and almost everyone began to plan for their own future.

Several great nobles, under the supervision of the soldiers, came to me and bowed.

After listening to their respective introductions, I said: "Originally, this time, you belonged to the ranks of the main cadres and should be sentenced to death, but because you were members of the first group to participate in the mutiny, not only did you shake the determination of the rebels, but also broke the trust between them. ”

Several great nobles thanked them and were grateful.

I said 'um' and added: "Although this incident will not affect your status and interests, but because of this rebellion, your loyalty has been discounted in my heart, I hope that in the future, you and your children and grandchildren can behave well, if you participate in another rebellion, do not blame me for being merciless." ”

Several big nobles agreed in succession, and then hurriedly retreated.

Fifty minutes passed, and when the people of the rebel camp saw that the nobles who had been friendly ten minutes ago had not only received the understanding of the elders, but also had weapons in their hands and faced their own swords, the only remaining hope in their hearts collapsed.

For a time, everyone in the rebel camp was in danger, and the sound of mutiny sounded again, but this time, it was not a wave or two of mutinies, but more than a dozen or dozens of waves of group mutiny.

Now it was lively, the rebels and the mutinous army first quarreled, and when they were unhappy, they started fighting, and they fought each other.

The fight was so fierce that even the rebel officers could not pull it away, and some officers were even dragged into it during the fight and became part of the melee.

Looking at the rebels in the scuffle, our soldiers looked at each other, and they didn't know what to do for a while.

Looking at the chaotic rebels, I sneered twice, greeted the city lord of Ivy City, whispered a few words in my ear, his face was relieved, he nodded again and again, and then got up and gave the order to go.

What I said to him was actually an order: call a nobleman who knows the location of the rebel commander, and we will make a direct detour and capture the enemy's leader.

(End of chapter)