Qin Hao watched all this quietly, as if all these things had happened. Now it has become a matter of watching and observing, but it cannot shake or even change the fate of the characters in the picture.

Now that he couldn't do anything, a sense of frustration came up, forcing Qin Hao to hold his breath and look carefully.

Unlike Qin Hao, Kodashir clasped his hands and his expression was extremely relaxed, as if he was chasing a drama. The people and things in the picture seem to have nothing to do with her.

An indescribable feeling permeated, forcing Qin Hao to stare at the picture carefully.

At this moment, the archer mercenary in the distance got up from the ground and walked towards this side with a smile. "Ouch, brother, don't be irritable! Lord Qilan said, this little cub wants to stay alive! ”

"Fuck, I don't eat that set yet. Thankfully, brother, you let the cavalry come over and act, what a fucking little bastard! The Tomahawk mercenary said as he hammered the prince's head with his fist.

Immediately after that, the tomahawk mercenary jumped a few steps behind him as if he had seen a ghost, and then stood on the spot.

"Ouch, I'll rub! It hurts! The tomahawk mercenary stared at the bloody hole in his fist, his face contorted.

"Big brother, didn't you say you wouldn't let him die!" The archer walked over, glanced at the young prince who was tied with a rope, and then at the blood on the hands of the tomahawk mercenary, and snorted dissatisfiedly.

"Look, brother, this is not a fucking human, it's a beast, it's a devil!" The tomahawk mercenary stretched out his palm towards the archer, and several blood holes in his palm were bleeding, and then he kicked viciously towards the young prince.

"Bang," the prince immediately swollen with a dull kick in his face, and blood flew out of his nose. The prince glanced at the mercenary with contempt and was silent.

The stubborn eyes startled the Tomahawk mercenary's heart, and a trace of unprecedented fear appeared on his face.

"Ouch, little bastard, and fucking staring at me! Believe it or not, gouge out your eyes! The tomahawk mercenary drew his knife, wiped it on the prince's face, and stared at the prince viciously.

"Ouch, don't do this, brother!" The archer stepped on the prince's head, kicked it a few times, and said, "If you kill you, you can't pay the difference, but those buddies at the city gate can see us." He said as he beaked towards the tomahawk mercenary Nunu.

The tomahawk mercenaries squinted at the city gate in the distance and waved their hands at the guards with binoculars.

The guards at the gates responded by sending two cavalry over.

"Okay, it's cheaper, kid." As he spoke, he took a heavy battle axe and slapped it on the young prince a few times.

"Bang bang," a dull voice sounded, and the stubborn prince gritted his teeth and said nothing, blood flowing down the corners of his mouth.

"Okay, Lao Tzu also respects you as a man. If you don't die, come to Fort Falcon for revenge at any time! The tomahawk man was tired, glanced at the half-dead prince, and said sarcastically. Because he knew that the continental entente that destroyed the Aram Empire would not keep the prince alive.

"Hey, brother, don't fight, stay a breath. The adults waited for a reply. The two horsemen rode over on their horses, looked at the dying prince and said with a smile.

The young prince was tethered by two horsemen and dragged back to the city by his horse.

His body touched the rocks and rubble on the ground, rubbing blood marks one after another. The internal organs shook with the uneven ground, and the body showed internal injuries, and blood spurted down the mouth and nose.

In the Southern Governor's Palace, the lamp wall is brilliant. The brazier with three people hugging each other on both sides was blazing, and the wide hall was flooded with layers of air. Some of the smoke and haze were also directly ignored by these battle-hardened soldiers.

"Bastard! He's a prince, and I'm still a king! A short, fat man with a beard was pacing in the hall and looked at the young prince lying on the ground. Then he shook his head and scolded the two mercenaries.

Qin Hao looked coldly at the surrounding documents, but found that there was no personal information about this person, only that he knew that he was the new governor of the southern domain of the Qilan Kingdom, the sworn enemy of the Aran Empire, and the supreme commander of the Qilan fleet of the continental entente on the side of this victory.

"My lord, that bounty...", the man with the tomahawk on his back stretched out his hand to the governor of Qilan.

"It's a bounty, just find someone to pretend to, just go to the uncle to get the bounty, and eat the bear's heart and leopard's gall!" As he spoke, he threw the portrait of the prince of the Aran Empire over, "Open your dog's eyes and see, that beggar over there is a fucking bullshit prince!" ”

The mercenary with the tomahawk on his back did not give up and took the portrait. He carefully compared the dying prince, and finally shook his head helplessly.

"Get out! Don't let me see you two dog stuff again! The still angry Governor of Qilan waved his hand at the two mercenaries.

The two mercenaries were just about to say something more, when a group of ironclad guards surrounded them on the left and right.

The hero did not suffer the loss in front of him, and the archer hurriedly made a color and pulled the tomahawk mercenary with his hand.

Thinking that he had nothing to gain for a long time, and was scolded by the governor, the tomahawk mercenary turned his head angrily. The archer man cautiously took a step forward, bowed and asked.

"My lord, can you give us this imposter?"

"Take it, take it!" Governor Qilan waved his hand impatiently, "Left and right, bring water and scrub this place clean!" It's really embarrassing! ”

"Yes! My lord! A few guards ran out.

And the two mercenaries, who sighed, dragged the prince out with them.

In the hall, standing behind the governor of Qilan was the former southern lord of Aran. Looking at the young man lying on the ground, his heart fluttered. Then he made an excuse, walked to the door and said a few words to a soldier.

The two mercenaries were indescribably angry, and wanted to find a market to sell, so they dragged the prince around the city.

At this moment, a slave trader wearing a jeweled ring approached. He looked down at the prince, shook his head and left. As he walked, he said, "Two brothers, you slaves, you can toss a lot, you can't sell it for a good price!" ”

After hearing this, the archer made a color towards the tomahawk mercenary, and chased after him with a smiling face, "This big brother, this slave was not tossed, but he was slightly injured and contracted some wind chill. I don't know how much more money can I sell it for now? ”

"It's worthless, if you raise him well, you might be able to sell it for a few gold coins." The slave trader paused and looked this way, waved his hand and walked forward.

The tomahawk mercenary took out the tomahawk directly from his back and stepped forward to stop the slave trader, "Brother, how about twenty gold coins?" ”

The slave merchant smiled, plucked his ears with his little fingers, and said contemptuously, "Brother just came, this is the Southern Territory!" The territory of Qilan! It's really unfortunate that I'm from Qilan. He waved forward.

The guards, who were patrolling the street in front of them, saw the warning of the slave traders, and rushed over, and at once five came.

"Sir, what do you command?" With a smile on his face, the leader of the guard squad lowered his head and asked in a low voice.

"It's nothing, just a heads-up for these two brothers." The slave merchant gestured to the two mercenaries and tossed a few silver coins to the squad leader.

The little pair leader glanced at the two mercenaries, and finally stopped at the prince for a second.

"Hahaha, I understand, then sir, you talk slowly," the squad leader said, taking the silver coin, smiling at the slave trader and leaving.

The guards who had obtained the silver coins were still watching from a short distance.

"I'm sorry sir, we don't know Tarzan with our eyes, don't be like us," the archer's heart moved, and he changed to a more humble expression, "Look, sir, that slave."

How much is the membership worth? ”

"A gold coin," the slave merchant snorted and continued on his way.

"Sir, you see such a strong one, isn't one gold coin too little, a girl can sell two gold coins," the archer rubbed his hands unwillingly and bargained.

"Less fart, look at what he looks like, if you can't buy it back, he'll die, even if he raises heavy work, he can't do it! Scrapped! Take it up and visit it! The slave owner grinned and looked at the archer, "As for the girls, many adults are good at it. Even if the training is not good, you can still be a maid. ”

The archer glared at the tomahawk mercenary on the side, blaming him for hitting him too hard to sell it for money.

The tomahawk mercenary touched his head and giggled on the side.

"Since I've said so much, I'll add another 50 silver coins to you one last time, for a total of 1 gold and 50 silver coins. That's the price! If you don't sell it, don't follow it. The slave merchant felt in his pockets and took out the silver coins he had left over for the squad leader. He took out another gold coin and looked back at the archer.

The archer gritted his teeth, "Deal!" As he spoke, he handed the rope to the slave trader and grabbed the money.

Leaving the gold coins for himself, and throwing all the remaining silver coins to the tomahawk mercenaries, he strode out of the city in a huff.

The slave owner touched the remaining three gold coins in his pocket and grinned.

Looking around, he walked up to the young prince and said a few words. The young prince staggered to his feet and obediently followed the slave trader.

And the next time he appeared, the young prince appeared in the arena.

Dressed in a cowhide vest and briefs, the prince held a spear and a round shield and fought with the man holding a double-edged axe opposite.

The tall man wears a rhinoceros helmet, chain mail on the upper body, and a long forged steel skirt on the lower body, protecting the vital points. Dancing a double-edged battle axe, he rushed barefoot.

A light rain began to fall, and the aqua-blue awnings were erected around the three hundred and twenty vaulted stands of the Colosseum. On each vault stand, there are one hundred and fifty seats. The audience sitting in these seats shouted loudly: "Kill him!" "Kill him!"

Qin Hao looked at it with some puzzlement, and finally followed his gaze to the round shield of the prince's residence, on which a pattern was carved with blood-red paint. In addition, there is also a miniature version of the pattern on the left hand of the prince.

It's weird, I've seen this pattern!

This thought suddenly surged in Qin Hao's heart, and along with this thought, his thinking was extended. Scenes came to mind.

This motif can be found in the siege of the capital of the Aramaran Empire, on the broken wooden shields on the city walls, on the roaring cannons in the harbors, and even on the ankles of the war eagles flying in the sky.

No, it's not so much a pattern as an imprint! The ring in the hand of the huge sculpture at the gate of the city, the last place where the last queen died!

The thunder and roar still seemed to be ringing in my ears, shaking the sky.

"The Arramic capital can only be breached! Never surrender! Born as an Arama, Died as an Aramaic soul! The Aram Empire endures forever! ”

"Born as an Aramite, die as an Aramic soul! The Aram Empire endures forever! ”

Tears appeared in Qin Hao's eyes, and he raised his left hand in a daze, and the ring in his left hand shone with billions of brilliance, illuminating the Countess of Winton.

The Countess of Winton boiled, and everyone rushed towards it. The footsteps are sonorous and uniform, as if they were an army.

"Kodashiel Andrews von Winton Arran, daughter of the exiled Southern Lord, welcomes the return of the Prince! Lead us back to the glory of the Aram Empire! Kodashir knelt down on one knee, raised the long sword in his hand, and said in an unusually humble voice: "This sword is a token that Her Majesty the Empress has placed on my Southern Territory, and my Southern Leader Freedom Guard will swear allegiance to His Royal Highness the Prince!" ”