Alok wasn't a big city, he used to be just a small town, but because of his location on the Imperial Avenue and its proximity to the imperial capital, it slowly developed into a city.

Because of its proximity to the imperial capital, even when the Dark Ages came, Elok was not as miserable as other cities, but because of the arrival of a large number of refugees, the population here did not decrease but increased.

However, because of the arrival of a large number of refugees, the security of the entire city is deteriorating every day.

On this day, the weather was a little overcast, with clouds overhead obscuring the sun and a west wind blowing up sand and dust on the ground, but the sky was even hazy.

The gates of Elok were closed, keeping out the large number of refugees who had come from afar.

The soldiers stood high above the city walls, staring coldly at the wailing refugees below.

This was an order from the Lord of Kadom, who was the lord of the city, because the population of Elok had reached the limit and could no longer accept refugees.

If you want to enter the city, you need to prove that you are a nobleman or have a close relationship with the noble, and secondly, you have to pay a large amount of money.

Once this is done, the soldiers on the walls will lower the hanging baskets and pull you up.

"I'm Marquis Chaxie, let me in."

Surrounded by a crowd of heavily armed knights, the Marquis of Chaxie shouted louder than his own family crest.

"Your Excellency?"

A soldier looks at his commander and asks for his opinion.

Baron Alton was a good knight, and with his strength and title, he defeated a large group of competitors, and at this moment he was in charge of this section of the wall.

That's a fat difference, that's the consensus of nobles like Baron Alton.

He heard the shout of the Marquis of Chaxie below, and suddenly his heart was overjoyed, knowing that the fat sheep was coming.

He held up the telescope, the one of his few heirlooms, the one of his few heirlooms, made by an alchemist, frighteningly expensive.

Through the binoculars, he clearly saw the coat of arms in the hand of the Marquis of Chaxie.

As a qualified nobleman, he was well aware of the family crests of all the nobles in the empire and the family crests of some of the great nobles of other countries.

As a neighbor of the empire, he naturally remembered all the family crests of the great nobles of the Geffen Kingdom clearly, including the family crest in the hands of the Marquis of Chakse.

And as the patriarch of a large family, he also knows the characteristics of the Marquis of Chaxie himself.

Both the coat of arms and the facial features were quite consistent, and after confirming the identity of the other party, Baron Alton became more and more excited, and he shouted happily: "Your Excellency the Marquis of Chaxie, you can get close to the city wall." ”

The Marquis of Chaxie breathed a sigh of relief, and brought his family, knights, and soldiers, a total of more than 50 people, to the foot of the city wall.

The surrounding refugees were boiling, and they wanted to go with the Marquis of Chaxie, but they were forced back by the soldiers with spears, revealing a very clear dividing line in the middle.

Baron Alton saw this dividing line clearly on the city wall, frowned, and said to the adjutant beside him: "Shoot them." ”

"But, my lord, ......"

"It's an order."

The adjutant retreated, and a total of 20 longbowmen stepped forward, changing their bows and arrows, aiming at the refugees who were following the Marquis Chaksi and his party.

Woohoo......

Twenty arrows burst through the sky and descended into the crowd of refugees.

For a time, people turned their backs.

Seven refugees were shot by arrows, three died instantly, lying in pools of blood, and four fell to the ground screaming in pain.

The longbowmen re-bent their bows and arrows without hurry, and fired another volley.

Immediately, several more refugees fell to the ground with arrows, and suddenly, the refugees who followed behind the Marquis Chaxie and his party let out a frightened cry and dispersed.

Baron Alton was carrying a sword in his left hand, the corners of his mouth were upturned, he seemed to be in a very happy mood, and hummed: "A group of untouchables. ”

Immediately, he shouted loudly to the Marquis of Chaxie below: "Your Excellency, if you want to enter the city, you need twenty golden dragons or two precious stones for one person. ”

In fact, although the Earl of Carbomer, as the lord of the city, only asked for ten golden dragons or one gem, the reason why Baron Alton offended many people to take this task was not just for the reward of the city lord.

Marquis Chaxie thought that he could enter the city, but when he heard this, the other party actually wanted his money, and he was immediately angry.

"Lord Alton." The Marquis of Chaksee tried to suppress the anger in his heart, calmed down and said, "I am the Marquis of Chaksy, the governor of the Stormwind North of the Gfin Kingdom, and my wife is the daughter of the Earl of Cmitton, the Irish family of the Empire. Are you sure you want to take my money. ”

"Of course, I know that. However, Your Excellency the Marquis, it is the order of the lord of the city, His Excellency Count Kadom, to collect the entrance fee. ”

"Lord Alton, is it really not negotiable?"

When he said this, Marquis Chaxie's tone was already filled with anger.

Baron Alton smiled disdainfully, unimpressed by the threat of Marquis Chaxie.

In the Dark Ages, in this era when human life is inferior to dogs, a nobleman who has lost his territory and lives in another country, not to mention the title of a marquis, even if it is a duke's title, it is also an ornament.

Baron Alton didn't care about this verbal threat at all.

Therefore, he looked businesslike: "If Your Excellency the Marquis is reluctant to pay, you can not come in!" ”

After saying that, he looked at the Marquis of Chaxie condescendingly, as if he was looking at a hillbilly.

Marquis Chaxie was so angry that the three corpses were furious, but he was helpless.

The knights around him also remembered clenching their fists and rattling, but they did not dare to move in the face of the threat of bows and arrows overhead.

"Your Excellency Marquis, you can't get up yet!"

Overhead, Baron Alton's urging voice sounded, Marquis Chaxie only felt tightness in his chest and panting, his eyes were bloodshot, he held the dagger in his arms hard, and finally slowly released it and made a decision.

At this moment, he seemed to be much older.

"Come on, you let us go up, and I'll pay for it."

"Haha!" Baron Alton laughed, not only because of the money he made, but also because of the pleasure of trampling the former great nobleman under his feet, and he said loudly to the adjutant beside him: "Quick, put down the hanging basket, and let our noble Marquis come up." ”

Seeing that the hanging basket was lowered, the Marquis of Chaxie instructed the knights beside him: "Let them guard the bottom." ”

As he spoke, he glanced at the knight.

The knight nodded knowingly, and gave the order.

People, one by one, came up.

First the Marquis of Chaxie, then his wife and children, knights, knights' apprentices.

When the soldiers on the city wall were about to put the hanging basket down again, they were stopped by the Marquis Chaxie, who said, "I have no money." ”

Baron Alton laughed and said to the Marquis of Chaxie: "It is worthy of everyone's background, and this heart is ruthless enough." ”

Marquis Chaxie looked at Baron Alton coldly, and said lightly: "If Your Excellency Alton takes pity on them, you can pull them up." ”

Baron Alton laughed, "They can't afford that much money." ”

After saying that, shut up and say no more Marquis Chaxie.

In fact, both he and the Marquis of Chaxie knew very well in their hearts that after he offered a high price, the attendant servants and soldiers who stayed below were destined to not come up, because they were not worth the price, so after weighing, the Marquis of Chaxie gave up on them.

These are the basic qualities of being a nobleman.