"It's not just cold, it's more important it's the harsh living environment!" Compared with the complaints of his old friends, Old John sighed slightly, "Even with the help of the Grand Duke of Snowy Night, death is still inevitable!" ”

"Hey, the image of compassion is not for you! We've done our best, and besides, those deaths...... Hum! The profiteer snorted with disdain, and his face, which had always been smiling, also showed a hint of indifference at this time, "Because, I would rather have more deaths from selfishness and greed - so that we can see more clearly...... Who is worth saving? ”

The selfishness of human nature is always so conspicuous in the face of life and death.

When the first supplies appeared, some of the people who had been hiding in the ranks of the rebels broke out, because of Old John's decision to hand over the cotton clothes to the old and weak women and children.

After that, bloodshed began to appear.

Unlike other people who are bound by the so-called 'goodness' and become hesitant, Old John's long sword is always sharp, especially when he decides to do something and is stopped, the long sword seems to be able to cut the heavens and the earth, so that those who stand in front of him understand what is unstoppable.

The same is true of the rebels in the rebels.

In front of Old John's sword, the so-called superiority of the many, or the obedience of the minority to the majority, did not exist at all—perhaps these rioters simply thought that they were numerous, and that if something happened, the law would not hold the people accountable; But old John told them with certainty that he didn't rely on rules (laws). It's a long sword in your hand.

In front of layers of dead bodies. These rebel rioters. It was purged in an instant.

But...... Some seeds, once planted, will take root sooner or later.

The profiteer could clearly feel the malice that had appeared in the rebel army, the kind of malice that made the hairs stand on his back - he did not think that the people with such malice were a minority, even including the old and weak women and children they went to help; Because the rebels who died had their fathers, sons, and husbands.

Therefore. The emergence of malice has long been inevitable.

Profiteers don't care, though.

Big deal, it's good to have a more thorough purge - when it comes to destroying his own faith, there is nothing that Old Ward will not dare to do.

I don't do some things, just because I have friends around me who are drinking and chatting, and it makes that kind of thing boring.

However, no matter how boring things are, touching the bottom line, Old Ward will definitely not be polite.

It's like an ant crawling in front of you, who cares?

But once the ants are lying on your stomach. Who wouldn't bother?

Especially people who are not too good-tempered will definitely bounce ants away. People who are in a worse mood will find a pot of hot water and pour it into the ant's nest.

Of course, old John knew what his friend was going to do—wasn't the best thing for people from the Holy See to do such things as excluding dissidents?

However, that doesn't mean he wants to do something like that.

So, quite naturally, Old John sighed lightly and said, "Some things don't need to go on!" ”

"What do you mean? Are you ready to give up? ”

Just as Old John knew the profiteer, the profiteer also knew Old John, and the tone of his friend made the profiteer stunned - he remembered very clearly how hard he tried to persuade him at the beginning, but he couldn't change his friend's decision, but now overnight, it completely changed.

That's strange enough.

"Still, you're ready to ......"

The profiteer wonders what his friend is going to do.

"We are now in the winter of 992 in the wizarding calendar, and the real recorded riot, and the riot that affected the entire wizarding dynasty, should be in 994!" Old John said.

"Well, that's right, that's the way it was in history!"

The profiteer nodded—the books of the Holy See, the records of the witchers, all the books of power, were recorded in this way, and it was clear that this was a relatively accurate number, and even if there was an error, it was definitely a small and negligible kind.

"The outbreak took place near Snowy Night, because of a conquest between nobles!"

Old John continued.

"Well, that's right—one is the little girl who helped our Grand Duke of Snowy Night, and the other seems to be some count or marquis of Deterre (near the Frost Forest...... I can't remember the guy's name! "It seems that this guy went on a rampage to capture freedmen as slaves and start a larger slave trade, and the other party's search party entered the territory of Snowy Night, destroyed a village, and then the two sides fought fiercely, and the guy was beaten back and had to call in reinforcements to move back to the situation!" ”

"In the end, however, it was the wind of the sun and the knight king on the stage that set it off—a team of 30,000 men, plus 500 wizards, were swept away cleanly by both...... After that, those losers were unwilling to do this, and once again contacted those who could be contacted, and began to fight back again, and the freemen and slaves who were favored and liberated joined the two of them! ”

"This is the beginning of the collapse of the entire wizarding dynasty!"

Taking a deep breath, the profiteer summed it up like this, and then, the next moment, the profiteer said in distress: "But, until now, we haven't found the Wind of the Sun or the Knight King!" In the entire snowy night territory, I didn't see a single person who matched these two images, but there were quite a few drunkards! ”

"You forgot the most important of these!"

Old John said with a sigh.

"Hmm...... That girl in the snowy night! ”

After Old John's reminder, the profiteer immediately reacted, and he slapped his forehead suddenly, "That's right, the beginning of this dispute was between the Grand Duke of Snowy Night and the Earl and the Marquis, and then there will be the Wind of the Dawn and the Knight King, that is to say, we will be able to find the Wind of the Rising Sun and the Knight King if we keep an eye on the girl of the Grand Duke of the Snowy Night!" ”

"That's right! So, we can leave now. Travel to the territory of the Grand Duke of Snowy Night! ”

Old John nodded. Said.

"You're going to say yes to that girl. What are the requirements of the so-called 'swordsmanship'? The profiteer looked at his old friend in surprise, "So you really left those guys here?" ”

"As you said, who is worth saving? We can't tell subjectively, it takes time to tell for us! Old John smiled, put the sword case on his back, and said, "And, I believe that if I am willing to take over the work of the 'Hunter Chief'." That snowy night duke doesn't mind, I'll take out some food to help the surrounding mountain people! ”

"Leaving now?"

The profiteer asked, looking at his friend's ready-to-go.

"Some things, the sooner the better! We want to make a good impression on our employers! ”

Old John replied.

"Whatever you want!"

The profiteer shrugged his shoulders, stood up, and walked out of the shack that leaked on all sides, and under the gaze of many pairs of extremely complicated eyes, he left the camp, which was not at all a camp, and soon disappeared.

The owner of those many pairs of eyes. In this moment, it became pure.

Either regret or gratitude. Maybe...... Hate!

……

The seven captured Solar Class, in less than ten minutes, were left with only a bunch of shells, or...... To be more precise, there is only a layer of 'skin' left.

The flesh, bones, and internal organs, including the soul, have completely disappeared.

Ye Qi was not interested in how his contract companion did it, he just needed to know that all the plans had gone smoothly so far, and they were all under his control.

White flames, flickering in the room.

When the room returned to normal, except for a single ash of ashes, the seven captured Solar-class were left with nothing; Therefore, when the coalition army issued a request for 'ransom' of the captives, Ye Qi directly asked Nusti to refuse instead of him, and to put it simply, the envoy of the coalition army was driven back without even entering Red Leaf City.

"Damn! This is a humiliation to me! ”

As a messenger, he is ready to enter the Red Leaf City and explore the virtual and real Demante. Xin sat on his horse, gritting his teeth.

He could have imagined the ridicule he would face when he returned to the coalition camp.

Just like the eldest son of the Nisgue family before, he was not only beaten by the superiors of various families, but more importantly, his prestige was lost!

Demante. Xin was sure that the other party not only had the inheritance of the Nisgue family gone, but also, in order to appease the anger of the various families, the patriarch of the Nisgue family would definitely throw the other party out without thinking about it and appease the anger of the public - this is obviously not a difficult thing for the patriarch of the Nisgue family, who has three other sons.

After all, if you enjoy everything in your family, you need to be responsible for your family.

This is the awareness that all family members should have.

Demante. Xin is no exception, just like this request to take the initiative to be an envoy, his starting point is still for the Xin family.

Once successful, it will definitely take the reputation of the Xin family and him personally to a higher level, erasing the disadvantages of the last coalition.

And failure, as long as it is decent enough, is nothing; After all, he made a request and took the initiative to go, which was already commendable.

It's just, Demant. Xin didn't expect that he wouldn't even be able to enter the other party's city gate!

And this, absolutely, is not anything decent!

However, because of this, Demante. Xin became more and more sure that there must be some unsavory secret in Red Leaf City - he had to find a way to find out clearly......

Thinking of the changes in the DeQuay and Hyde families in the last year, Demant. This thought in Xin's heart became more and more eager, and the previous anger was quickly replaced by another kind of heat; He picked up his whip and whipped his mount, speeding his way back.

He needs to consult with his two 'allies'.

In Lot. Ganmanou mentions that the Sin, Ganmanou and Sastri families formed an alliance in response to this incident - although Sustri remained reserved at first, he quickly agreed to this request after seeing the conversation and smiles between the superiors of the various families.

It is evident that, because of the foolish eldest son of the house of Nisgo, the superiors of the various families have begun to unite; And in such a union. Once isolated. The results speak for themselves. As long as you are a normal person, you will understand what to do.

Thinking of the way Astley looked like a gentleman, Dermante. Xin subconsciously sneered - for the sole heir of the Sustley family, in addition to lamenting the luck of the other party, he despised the other party's ability, and his lofty appearance really made him sick.

Compared to the other, of course. It's so much better!

Erdeney. Pauer!

Saying the name, Demante. Xin gritted his teeth again - the other party's tone and attitude of being high up and no one in his eyes doomed the two sides to be enemies!

I'm going to make you regret it!

Demante. Xin let out such an angry roar in his heart, and the anger that had just subsided surged up again, and followed him back to the camp of the coalition army.

And when he saw the neat and noisy coalition camp, he was stunned for a moment - at this moment, the appearance of the coalition camp. It's just two things like before he left, the kind that was mixed up in everything before. But the clear appearance should be his accurate memory.

However, when DeMante. Xin's gaze saw the seven family emblems erected in front of the big tent of the coalition army, and his body was immediately shocked - the seven families have arrived!

After such a thought came to mind, Demant. Xin jumped off his horse almost instinctively, respectfully knelt down on one knee in front of the carpet leading to the big tent of the Chinese army, and shouted loudly: "Xin family, Demante asks to see your highness!" ”

At this moment, Demante. It was as if the nobles of the fief had met the real king.

And in fact, that's the case, just look at the people in charge of the various families who knelt on one knee one by one, and you can understand what kind of existence the so-called seven families in the Qiulin District are.

In the past, the high-ranking people of various families had solemn, respectful, and even frightened faces at this time, kneeling down in front of the big tent of the Chinese army, especially the eldest son of the Nisgue family who had just been beaten up, at this time, only trembling was left.

"Get up!"

The majestic voice came from inside the big tent of the Chinese army. Xin was relieved at the bottom of his heart, looking at those family leaders who were still kneeling, and a trace of pride flashed in his eyes - it was obvious that he acted as an envoy and went to Red Leaf City, which made a certain highness of the Seven Great Families have a deep impression of him.

However, Demant. Xin Ke was not carried away by such euphoria.

After all, he didn't complete his mission - hence, DeMant. Xin still knelt there on one knee, and even said more and more respectfully: "Demant, who did not complete the task. Shin asks for your forgiveness! ”

"Not finished? Sure enough, another piece of waste! ”

Another sarcastic voice rang out.

Angry in the bottom of my heart, but Demante. Xin didn't dare to refute in the slightest, just nodded and said, "Demante. Xin has disappointed your Highnesses! ”

"It's just Charles who is disappointed, not us – we agreed that you will get nothing, and Charles is sure that you will gain something...... So, something inevitably happened, and we made a bet; Now, it's time for Charles to redeem your bet! ”

The sarcastic voice said slowly, and then, a burst of laughter sounded in the big tent of the Chinese army, either high-pitched, low-pitched, or sharp.

It's like a group of demons dancing in the abyss of hell.

Let these high-ranking people of the various families who knelt on one knee hang their heads lower, and they don't even dare to look there, especially Demante. At this time, Xin swept away his previous joy, and all that remained was to tremble like the eldest son of the Nisgue family—he made a highness undignified in front of many people, and such a result......

In fact, Demant. Xin's thoughts can only last so far.

The next moment, his head was already flying high, and the corpse swayed weakly, and then hung down to the end of the carpet, making the bright red carpet more and more vivid, and even under the bright moonlight, there was a touch of demonic feeling.

Demante. Xin, the heir to a medium-sized family, died like this.

The high-ranking people of the various families present did not have compassion or pity, as if it should be so, and even his allies did not even look at his corpse at this time.

Bang!

The head was thrown on the ground, rolling again and again, and the soil on the ground made the skull bloody, and it was impossible to see its original appearance in an instant.

Like those who died on the battlefield.

"Quack! Charles, I helped you, how can you thank me? ”

In the shrill laughter, there was a slight tremor in the big tent of the Chinese army, and then it quickly returned to calm; The superiors of the various families present did not notice it, or some of the superiors with good strength found out, but they still regarded it as unaware; After all, before the dead Demante. Sheen is still in sight.

If there is any accident at this time, then Demant. Xin is a lesson from the past; After all, for the Seven Great Families, everything in the Autumn Forest Region is ...... except for each of them Ant!

"Enough!"

The majestic voice sounded again, as if a lion was roaring, and the tarpaulin of the Chinese army's tent was blown open in an instant.

In the moonlight, the seven figures sat there, looming.

"Don't forget, you guys, why did we leave the capital!"

The majestic voice came from the middle of the seven figures, and the thunderous sound was like the hum of a hunting lion crawling in the grass - the hungry lion needed its prey to feed its belly, so its minions were sharper.

Of course, more often than not, there will be other helpers to capture prey for the real male lion -

"Charles, Benny, go and kill the blockers, not a single one!"

PS first update ~ (to be continued......)