"I know you're not afraid of death. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 I don't know how long it took, You Ge put away his long sword, turned around and jumped off the table, and said faintly. She remembers a quote from her family's literature: "They may be dull, backward, and stubborn, but they never lack true courage." Don't try to convince them, because that's impossible. All we can do is erase them from the map. ”

It was a note left by the ancestors who had participated in the Weeping Blood War, and it was only at this moment that she truly understood the meaning of these words. She liked his bravery and admired his persistence, but when it all appeared on her opposite side, it made her feel extremely desperate.

As a Lombard, she knows her family's rivals, and as a woman, she knows who she likes.

It is precisely because of bravery that we will not give in, and it is precisely because of persistence that we cannot be convinced. And the only thing she could do was erase his existence. Other than that, there seems to be no alternative.

Thinking of this, she turned her heart sideways, her face showed a fierce light, and she gritted her teeth and asked, "Do you really think that I won't kill you?" ”

"It doesn't really matter if you kill me or not...... Iron Slag said with a bitter smile, "and the most important thing is that there is no compromise between us. ”

"Yes, there is no compromise......," she repeated thoughtfully, bowing her head.

After being silent for a long time, she suddenly raised her head, looked at the ceiling and asked, "What is the enemy of humanity?" The voice was like a hollow valley orchid, as if it was asking him, but also as if it was talking to itself.

"I don't know." Obviously, this problem is too advanced for iron slag.

"For thousands of years, the bee ant colony has never stopped invading us, and the demons have never given up the idea of invading us" She turned and looked at him, her eyes swirling, as if to suck his soul in.

"In deep space, there are many unknown enemies who are secretly peeking on our world."

"You know what? The Seventh and Ninth Armies of the Dawn Expeditionary Force are both fighting in the Lightless Plane and in deep space. Speaking of this, You Ge accentuated his tone and said in a deep voice, "If it weren't for our temple, this world would have been destroyed long ago. ”

"We should look further and not dwell on old grievances." She concluded.

Iron Slag didn't speak, just looked at her quietly.

"We can gradually elevate the status of the insects, so that those who abide by the world convention have the same rights as people on the ground."

"Forget the past and protect the world with me, okay?" She pleaded.

In the face of this tempting proposal, he really wanted to nod, but in the end, it turned into a helpless shake. He wants the flame to be brilliant, can she give it? He wants all beings to be equal, can she give it? He wants twenty-nine thousand five hundred and twelve heroic souls to rest, can she give it?

"Iron Slag Norseth, don't you understand? You and those so-called tinder are just a swarm of ants to the Temple, to the World Council, and any of the five legions of the Dawn Expeditionary Force can crush you to pieces. ”

"What's more, we also have the Templar Crusaders."

"Sixty percent of the world's Saint-Rank powerhouses are in the Solid Stone Fortress, what do you use to contend with?"

"Stop dreaming, stop dreaming! Your flame is long gone. ”

"Didn't the snake clan in the Far East also accept the change?" After speaking, You Ge lowered his eyes and waited for his answer.

"Actually......" After being silent for a long time, Iron Slag took a deep breath and said slowly, "I'm a very simple person, I haven't read many books, and I don't know much. ”

"All I know is that the Iron Old Man once told me that everyone should have their own dignity, and no one is born nobler than others."

"Although I don't think I'm a good person, I'm not bad either, as long as others don't attack me, I won't attack others."

"However, because I was born an insect, I didn't dare to go anywhere, and I hid in the shadows every day, for fear that others would find out who I was."

"Am I my fault? Can I decide my birth? Is it a mistake for me to come into this world? He asked one after another.

"There is no absolute right or wrong, and there is no absolute equality, this is politics." You Ge said.

"The world is so big, there are so many resources, and it can only be allocated to a small group of elites forever."

"Correspondingly, this part of the elite must also take on the responsibility of guarding the world."

"Even if it's a legion, isn't there a division between combatants and logistics?"

"Isn't it right that the big nobles, the territorial nobles, the minor nobles, the commoners, and the people on the ground perform their own duties and do their own things?" You Ge asked.

"Okay...... Iron Slag nodded, "Then please tell me, why is the news that the fruit of Canghai Mulberry can neutralize sorbetin deliberately concealed?" Why is there not much area of mulberry planted in the wastelands of the northern and southern cemeteries? ”

"Hmm......" The question obviously stopped the wise Templar princess. She thought for a moment and savagely said, "This is politics. ”

"Your so-called politics is to use your own advantages to suppress the development of others, so as to achieve the goal of long-term rule." Iron Slag concluded. To put it bluntly, it is the land of the Western Continent, the Central Continent and the Golden Triangle that can grow crops. Therefore, they did not want the central and southern regions of the Northern Wilderness, as well as the southern cemeteries, to be self-sufficient in terms of food.

"That's politics." You Ge once again emphasized that this was the core interest of the great nobles of Silver City, and it was impossible for her to make concessions, even the slightest change.

"So......" Iron Slag said earnestly, spreading his hands, "there is no room for compromise between us." ”

"Then please die!" You Ge's face turned cold, and he threatened in a deep voice.

"May the flame be glorious." Iron Slag calmly raised his head and met her gaze.

The two looked at each other for a while, You Ge slowly drew out his long sword, and with a "swish", split the table, then cut off a piece of his sleeve, slammed it on his face, and then walked away without looking back.

Cutting robes and severing righteousness and dividing land and severing friendship is exactly the allusion of the remnants of the north.

Before leaving, You Ge instructed the warden who saw him off, "Throw him to the bottom." ”

"Huh? The bottom? The warden hurriedly asked.

"Yes, at the bottom." You Ge repeated.

The warden suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and asked with some uncertainty: "...... the documents you sent last time?" He had to ask in detail, because the person who was sent to the bottom was usually equivalent to death.

"Void." You Ge said a little irritably.

The warden immediately bowed down and responded, "As you wish, my princess. ”

At noon the next day, after lunch, the iron slag was taken by the prison guards to a clearing in the middle of the castle.

"Enjoy, maybe...... This is the last time you'll see the sun. The prison guard, with some sympathy, said something strange.

Then, dragging the heavy shackles, he came to a corner of the open space and chatted with the mallet and the others.

"What, he said you were the last time to let the wind out!" Listening to the words of the iron slag, the mallet asked in surprise.

"That's probably what it means." Iron Slag replied.

"Oh my God, does he mean ......" Halfway through speaking, the mallet subconsciously took a cool breath, and then glanced at the other two strong men.

"What's wrong?" Iron Slag asked.

At this time, the mallet seemed to remember something, and asked hurriedly, "Yesterday we saw the flagship of the Templar princess, could the person you are talking about be her?" ”

"Hmm." Iron Slag nodded.

"Alas......" said the mallet, sighing, "brother, you are going to be blessed with yourself." ”

At the same time, thousands of kilometers away from them, in a luxurious mansion in Blackwing City, a tall young man got up from the sofa in an emotional way.

"You're saying that the princess is going to send him to the lowest water prison?" Quentin Modleton asked with a look of surprise.

"Yes, Lord." An emaciated man in black said.

"Great...... Quentin murmured.

"Lord, do you want to ...... him," the man in black made a neck cut-off gesture.

"No, I'm going to watch him slowly rot and turn into a pair of bones." With that, Quentin burst out laughing. For hundreds of years, no one has ever left the lower cells, known as the "Deep Hell", which is synonymous with death.

"Lord, our men can't get into the dungeon." The man in black reminded. The prison guards will not go to the bottom because the smell is too bad to go down without special circumstances.

"It's okay, just give them more money and come back every once in a while by taking a few pictures." Quentin said.

"I'm afraid it's ...... to give money," the man in black hesitated, but before he could finish speaking, his master kicked over.

"Rubbish! What use do you have? Quentin snarled with a grimace.

"Lord, I ...... I'm ......" The man in black hurriedly got up and explained tremblingly.

"Someone's coming!" Quentin yelled, and soon several guards in power armor trotted over.

"Drag him down, skinned and fed to the dogs!" Quentin pointed at the man in black and ordered. The guard immediately stepped forward and grabbed the man in black, clasped his wrist behind his back, and quickly controlled it.

"Lord...... Lord ...... Spare your life...... I...... I know ...... mistaken," the man in black struggled in horror, hissing and begging bitterly.

In the evening, Iron Slag was taken to the dining room by the prison guards for a sumptuous dinner. There are steaks, fruits and vegetables, and rice from the Far East.

At a quarter past eight, escorted by several prison guards, he followed the stone staircase that winded down to a deep underground well. Through the beam of the flashlight, you can see many rusty iron cages all around. Then, several sturdy prison guards stepped forward and turned the winch by the well vigorously.

"Boom la la ......"

With the sound of chains sliding, an iron cage slowly descended from above.

"Let's go inside." As he spoke, the two guards pushed the iron slag into the cage one to the left and one right, and motioned for the other guards to continue turning the winch.

"Whoa...... Whoa...... Whoa......"

The iron cage slowly sank, and after a few minutes, it stopped on a platform with a "clang". After the iron slag came out, the cage slowly rose up.

"Good luck." A far-reaching echo was heard from above.

It didn't take long for the surroundings to fall silent, except for the faint sound of running water. It was pitch black, there was no light, the air was humid, and there was a faint smell of rancidity. He narrowed his eyes, raised his hands, and tapped each other hard.

I only heard a loud sound of "bells", and the shackles on my wrists collided together, and suddenly sparks splashed everywhere, reflecting the surrounding stone walls.

With the help of this glimmer, you can see a small platform underfoot, and there is a circular area in front of you, and everywhere is watery, with no end in sight.

"Bell!"

He took a few steps forward, off the platform, waded through waist-high water for a while, and knocked again. In the flash of firelight, he saw a row of half-human-high holes carved into the surrounding stone walls, about a meter and a half above the water. It is not difficult to see that it was a place for prisoners to live.

After a while, he walked to the bottom of a stone wall, climbed up, and burrowed into the hollow.

"Bell!"

In order to see the situation inside the cave, he struck the shackles again, and then frowned. I saw that in the hole less than three meters deep, there was a swollen corpse.