The flickering flames illuminate a corner of the night.

Up and down the inner city walls, the cheeks of the nobles, privateers, and commoners were reflected in the torches in their respective hands. The stalemate could not be resolved for a while, the soldiers on the tower tightened the strings in their heads to monitor the people below, and the civilians did not dare to act recklessly, so that after a few minutes of time flowed back, two different voices appeared among the people who had come together for the same purpose.

One of the voices argued-

"Why don't we go back?" In the crowd, a middle-aged man with a torch sighed helplessly, and said to the others around him, "If we stay like this, we won't be able to get a satisfactory result, will we?" After all, we are just civilians, and the lord doesn't even treat us as human beings. ”

"Is that what it is?" Another radical voice came from a teenager in the crowd, whose eyes were fixed on the discouraged middle-aged man, his fists clenched as if he wanted to choke fate, "Uncle Crowne, have you forgotten how that hateful fellow forced our relatives and then captured them and tortured them to death?" It's been a long time for everyone to make up their minds to come here together! ”

The boy's voice was full of unwillingness and hatred. The people gathered under the castle tower turned their eyes to the boy and the middle-aged man who was called Uncle Clonde by the boy, the middle-aged man's body appeared strong and burly, the boy's body was thinner, but the toughness of the two people's faces was diametrically opposed, and the two eyes of helplessness and unyielding fell on everyone's sight to form a sharp contrast and contrast.

Crane held a torch in his left hand and an axe that was used as a weapon in his right hand, and his two eyes, which seemed to have turned to ashes, lowered his eyes to look at the boy who was looking at him with clenched fists, and then asked the boy with a bitter smile, "What do you think you should do, Randy?" ”

"Force Singler to come out and make that devil who eats people and doesn't spit out bones pay the price for his tyranny." A flame burned in the eyes of a young man named Randy, "Or, let's go in and let those who are up above know that we're not here to be slaughtered by them." ”

"But what are you going to do to force our lord to come out, and what are you going to do to help us break through this wall, my sweet little nephew?" Clonde shook his head, "Moreover, the moment we launched an attack on the lord's castle, we were branded as rebels and became enemies of the entire kingdom. Brave Randy, do you think this price is worth paying for the sake of justice to your lordship? ”

The fire in Randy's eyes was not extinguished, but he was momentarily speechless.

After a while, the young man gritted his teeth with struggle, and saw that he couldn't argue with his uncle, and then turned around suddenly, raised his right arm and pointed to the aristocratic castle that was hiding behind the inner city wall and towering like a mountain in front of the crowd, his eyes turned to look at the crowd and asked, "Everyone, think about the torture we have suffered on a daily basis." Think of your friends, think of your family, if not for yourself, shouldn't we get an explanation from the guy who sat in the castle and looked down on all this? Do you want to be a coward for life, or a warrior who dares to resist, even this once? At the very least, to fight for the dignity we deserve, to fight for our lost friends and family, are we so cowardly that we can't even do it?! ”

He shouted, speaking to the crowd in an impassioned and inspiring voice.

However, the hundreds of pairs of eyes in the crowd did not seem to be moved by him. The men standing here were like Randy's Uncle Clonde, with torches and weapons brought from their respective homes, but they watched him silently, listening to him alone with emotion as he said what he wanted to say, and then did nothing, or did nothing because of an unspeakable pressure.

Among the crowd gathered under the city were a handful of women, as well as teenagers like Randy, who were only fifteen or sixteen years old. Most of these people were civilians who had lost their loved ones to Singel's brutal rule, but their initial hatred and resentment seemed to have leaked away with the courage in their hearts.

The people with the torches were silent as if they were dead, and Randy looked at the crowd, including his uncle, with a look of confusion and surprise on his face, and a sudden disappointment erupted in his heart.

He couldn't understand why even a stinky boy like himself, who was teased by his uncle on weekdays and said that he hadn't grown Qi hair, was so fearless, and these adults who had been admired by him in the past had all become timid cowards?

At this moment, there was a movement from the top of the castle tower.

The people under the city looked up alarmedly. With the help of the light of the torches, several people in the crowd soon noticed that there was a new group of people on the city wall, and that group of people led the way up the city wall by a man who did not look like a soldier, and the rest of the retinue behind him were uniformly dressed in black robes and hoods that covered their whole bodies—if it weren't for the noble private soldiers on the city tower who also carried torches, the figures of this group of black-robed men would really blend perfectly into the night.

……

Freir led the Nightspawn Killers up the walls. The blind, half-elven poet held in his hand a guide staff that stretched out to explore the way, and the noble private soldiers on duty on the city wall recognized the favored retainers of the Baron's side, and immediately separated a man who ran over with a spear and a torch, and gave him a brief report of the situation.

Baron Singler assigned more than a dozen Nightborn killers to Frere, and the former left the rest in the castle to ensure his own safety.

The killers who had traveled with Freyr stood silently behind the half-elven poets, and although these professional assassins, who had never been merciless in taking human lives, had hidden their eyes red from some dirty deal, the dangerous aura that emanated from them could not be perfectly contained, and the soldier who reported to Freel did not even dare to get too close to Freel for this reason.

After hearing a report on the situation at the scene from the soldier's mouth, Freire raised his left hand and touched the battlements beside him, and turned his head sideways to "look down" at the crowd below.

The information that the heterochromatic pupils in his two eye sockets had brought back was as dark as ever, but with the information he had just received from the soldier and the rest of his perception beyond sight, he could now confirm that the civilians that Baron Singler feared were under his sight.

Then, an imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of the Half-Elf Poet's lips, and then he ordered the soldier who had just reported to him with a sideways face: "In the name of the lord, you, shout down as I instruct." (To be continued.) )