In the gloomy room, a group of captured aborigines leaned against the corner and curled up, their hands and feet were locked by heavy shackles, and even a little movement became extremely difficult, although they were all prisoners at this time, but the ferocity on their faces was not concealed at all, and their fierce eyes were like sharp blades cutting around.

"Bang-"

With a sudden crash, the makeshift wooden door was pushed open, and then Chopin's figure appeared in the field of vision of these aborigines, escorted by a dozen or so guards.

"You inferior fellows, let us go quickly, or you will definitely die when the warriors of the clan come to kill you." A somewhat unruly aboriginal stared fiercely at Chopin and the others, and there seemed to be endless anger rising in his strange pupils, as if he wanted to burn all these ugly guys in front of him to ashes.

swept over with an almost idiotic gaze, Chopin was also extremely speechless, these guys haven't figured out the status of each other, and their power of life and death is completely between their own thoughts.

It's like the weak white rabbit screaming in front of a hungry wolf to tear the other to pieces, and the threat of the other party sounds so pale and powerless to Chopin, and more so, it is just ridiculous.

"Tell me, give me all the information about your people."

Too lazy to talk to the other party, Chopin said straight to the point.

It's just that there was no response to his words at all, and these natives who were imprisoned all looked at him with idiotic eyes, and the mockery on their faces was not disguised at all.

"Your Majesty, let us interrogate these ignorant fellows."

Seeing the behavior of this group of aborigines, who had been reduced to prisoners, the guards on the side were immediately furious, and at this moment, a guard soldier stood up, stared at the natives meaningfully, and then asked Chopin about it.

They are the brave and fearless knights of France, but if necessary, they can also become demons who have emerged from the abyss of hell, and let their blood and bones pave their way, even if they fall forever.

"In that case, I'll leave it to you." Glancing deeply at each other, Chopin paced out.

For the enemy, he does not have any so-called chivalry, pity for his enemy, that is cruelty to himself, this point, not after coming to this world Chopin has a realization, but as early as the time and space in which he once lived, he has a feeling.

Taking a deep breath of the fresh air outside, Chopin's originally somewhat depressed and impatient mood slowly stabilized, and the cold atmosphere inside really made him unable to adapt to it.

But before he could go far, the bitter, desperate, and angry wails rang out one after another, like a series of burning firecrackers, and as time went on, not only did not weaken in the slightest, but even ...... Growing.

In the time and space where he once lived, with the continuous rolling of the wheel of history and the continuous development of science and technology, all kinds of torture tools and torture methods began to gradually disappear, but in fact, in the dark corners of various countries in the world, these torture methods are actually constantly improving.

The originally dark room was now an abyss of demons, and the figures of devils roamed around, and fear and blood enveloped everything.

It's just that to Chopin's great surprise, these aborigines, who are obviously just flesh and blood, still no one chooses to surrender under such torture.

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With the advent of the turbulent era, the "chaotic capital" has also ushered in an unprecedented purge, the forces of all parties continue to shuffle, annihilate, rise, but the ups and downs of these forces, after all, are just big fish eat small fish, small fish eat shrimp, those weak forces in the first time of turmoil and change were shuffled out of the game, as for those who say that they are not strong, and those who say that they are weak or not weak, they are in an extremely embarrassing position at this time, because of the "sideburns dog", "tiger king", alien army, etc., these are in the "chaos capital" The strongest forces were able to survive and develop in the cracks, but at this time, with the concerted efforts of several major forces, their situation instantly became precarious.

The big forces of these parties who have been in the "City of Chaos" for a long time are far from being as simple as they seem, and as the curtain of the turmoil opens, there are only two choices in front of them, surrender or perish.

And at this moment, in an empty wilderness, tens of thousands of troops are facing each other here.

Even the air around him seemed to be filled with the smell of gunsmoke.

On one side is the army led by the king of the Northern Regions, the "Sideburns Dog", and on the other side, the rest of the forces in the Northern Regions have gathered together in desperation to resist the invasion of the other side.

However, the combat power of the two sides is obviously not at the same level.

The strong combat power of the army under the "sideburns" is naturally famous in the "chaotic capital", not only the armor and sword blades worn by the opponent's soldiers are more elite than those of ordinary armies, in fact, whether in terms of personal physical fitness or the morale of the entire army, the soldiers under the opponent's command are naturally far superior to the soldiers trained and cultivated by ordinary forces.

At this time, the leader of the army preparing to contend with Jeffrey was the leader of the rest of the major forces in the Northern Regions.

However, when the two sides confronted each other, these people knew that those soldiers under their command would definitely not be able to stop the group of fierce guys who were like wolves and tigers on the opposite side.

Not to mention the endless weapons of mass destruction such as ballistas and trebuchets that had already been erected at the rear gate, whether it was the most direct military discipline or the subtle expression of the soldier when the two sides confronted each other, he could already determine the outcome of the battle between the two sides.

However, no matter what the final outcome is, everything is completely out of his control, and even if they know that they will be defeated, they must fight.

I don't know which side took the lead in launching the offensive, and with the violent shaking of the ground, thousands of cavalry figures have taken the lead in rushing out of the formation, sweeping forward like a raging wind.

In the rear, an infantry with a shield advanced as a round of arrows rained down mercilessly

These cavalry under the "sideburns dog" are naturally the elite of the elite, and the bloody wars have long built them into the most efficient killing machines.

And although the strength of the cavalry gathered by the rest of the forces cannot be said to be weak, how can it be the right pair of these fierce guys who are like wolves and tigers in front of them

Naturally, there is resistance, although these cavalry gathered by various forces in the Northern Regions are not as experienced as the other party, but in this "chaotic capital" where they are stepping by step, the wars and collisions they encounter are definitely no longer few.

However, this bloody collision actually had a doomed result long before the confrontation.

Under the fierce impact of the army under the "sideburns" like a mad tiger, the army gathered by all forces in the northern region barely supported it for a while, and then broke and fled, which inevitably appeared.

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Under the hazy sky, countless raindrops fell from the sky like beaded curtains.

Suddenly, as the wind swept by, the "bead curtains" seemed to be broken, and countless raindrops were scattered wantonly.

Under the howling of this strong wind, the originally calm sea surface also began to have their own carnival.

The whole sea began to roll, as if boiling, and walls of water swayed one after another, like angry giants, slapping the sea with huge palms again and again.

And now, on the blue sea, there are fragments of planks, tumbling blood, and ...... Icy corpses.

On a standard armed merchant ship, the elderly captain looked at the approaching warships in front of him, and his pale face also showed extremely desperate emotions.

"My lord, we can't escape."

The deputy looked at the situation he was in, his body couldn't help but tremble, and then he said almost tremblingly, in addition to the strong fear, there was also a faint cry in his words.

"Damn, how could it be......"

With a helpless sigh from the depths of the old captain's heart, the white light flashed, the blood rolled, and then everything ended.

And with the destruction of this merchant ship, dozens of warships that have eliminated several armed merchant ships continue to struggle in the storm, and their goal is - the "City of Chaos"!

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At the same time, the island of a certain lord in the Western Sea was dyed with scarlet blood.

The ground was littered with corpses, and severed limbs were everywhere.

And in front of this blood-stained land, hundreds of knights stood.

These knights are dressed in a bit of an unusual way compared to ordinary knights, whether it is the fierce horse under them, or themselves, all of them are dressed in heavy and strong armor, except for the eyes and nostrils are exposed, the rest of the body is wrapped in silver armor, and the Mithril longsword, which is known for its strength and sharpness, is pinned to the waist, and the back is draped in a flowing cloak, and the body fluctuates with the ups and downs of the war horse, and the small iris-shaped shield hidden in it is also hidden from time to time.

From beginning to end, these knights were silent one by one, and their whole bodies revealed an aura that no one could approach.

And if you look closely, you will find that the people led by these hundreds of figures seem to be different from the knights around them, and every time the mounts under them step on the ground, they will bring out deep ravines, and the exposed dark pupils reflect the face of death.

At this time, surrounded by hundreds of knights, a boy who looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old kept his eyes on the faces of several young women who were captured in front of him, and after half a sound, he sighed and said, "It's boring."

"My lord, this is just a forgotten barren place after all, and there will be some formidable enemies there."

As soon as the boy's voice fell, a knight beside him spoke, and the disdain in his words was naturally undisguised.

However, as soon as the guard knight's voice fell, the violent magic power around him suddenly surged wildly, and in the void that ordinary people could not perceive with the naked eye, little ripples were spreading to all sides at an alarming speed.

Without any warning, the magic around him swirled like a storm, and the boy, as if he was in the middle of the storm, was enveloped in the center of the surging magic in an instant.

Then, under the nervous or angry mood of the knight of the guard, an old figure silently stepped into the center of the storm.

Seeing that the initiator of his home turned into a ruin, it turned out to be just a child who had just come of age, Turner also had mixed feelings in his heart for a while, but no matter who the other party was, for the sake of the home he guarded, he would never let go of the other party.

With the movement of his mind, the wings of ice and fire suddenly slowly extended from behind him, as if the wings constructed by some kind of natural texture only swayed slightly, as if even this void could not carry the blazing flames and bone-chilling ice.

Feeling the violent and raging magic surge, Turner couldn't help but sigh, with his current strength, he couldn't control such a power at all, but no matter what, he couldn't just give up the initiator of destroying his homeland, and for the obsession in his heart, he could even give up his own life.

Waves of intense pain kept hitting Turner's mind, but at this time, he couldn't care about it at all, he had to completely release the magic in his body before he completely lost his mind, otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.

And as consciousness gradually dissipated, in the last moments of his life, countless memories were like photo albums, page by page from his mind.

The ignorance of childhood, the naïve romance of youth, and the pride of youth......

And what he once loved and hoped for, with the passage of his life at this time, will eventually disappear.

Remorse, unwillingness, anger...... All kinds of emotions rose sharply at the last moment of life, like a fierce beast with teeth and claws, which was extremely sublimated at this moment, but in the end, it turned into a tired sigh.

Just when Turner thought that his blow would end everything, an equally old figure appeared in front of him without a trace.

On the other party's face, wrinkles were intertwined like withered tree roots, but the pair of pitch-black pupils still bloomed with bright brilliance.

The old man was wearing a black robe engraved with a six-pointed star, and there was obviously not a trace of wind blowing around him, but this black robe was constantly trembling, as if countless air currents had been cut.

And just as the wings of ice and fire behind Turner spread their wings and soared, the hands of the old man who suddenly appeared hidden under the six-pointed star robe were as rotten as a century-old tree trunk slowly handed out, and with Jonathan's movements, the magic light points that were originally scattered randomly around him, as if they had found something to rely on, all converged towards each other.

The originally dim six-pointed star magic robe on his body suddenly became extremely bright at this moment, as if communicating with the stars in the sky.

Then the originally violent wings of ice and fire, without the slightest warning, dissipated invisibly, as if they had never appeared.

At this moment, the old man who suddenly appeared was like the brightest scorching sun, and the majestic magic fluctuations made Turner on the side feel extremely palpitations.

And while Turner's thoughts were constantly changing, his vitality was passing rapidly, and his body still fell like this eternally, no matter whether he was unwilling in his heart or not.

ps: Thanks to the "Poor Lonely" pro-reward of 500 coins.