Behind them were two hundred servants in heavy armor, the only force that Nalan Diaro had arranged to "escort" them. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Equipped with armor and two-handed heavy swords that are outdated with the times, they are not diligent in training, and their military discipline is lax, even if they are a guard of honor, they are not too ugly, let alone expect them to be able to deter these 300 high-ranking and powerful elder elders, and most of them are in a profound realm. This is Nalan Diero's style, he just wants to let these people know that since he has invited them into the Brotherhood, he will fully trust them.

The people of the "northern faction" were naturally flattered, while the people of the other two factions were also a little at ease.

The gate opened, and 500 people entered. Immediately after that, dense chain mail soldiers poured out from all over the capital, and in the small clearing around the thirty zhang, according to the high and low terrain to build a strong defensive line, these soldiers, are equipped with heavy shields, but are not equipped with sharp offensive spears, only equipped with long swords for close combat, this is a kind of military posture, defensive military posture, this military posture only expresses one meaning, that is, to guard against assassins, and does not have any meaning to show military might.

It's just that there are too many of them, at first glance there are 3,000 people.

After that, a large number of ordinary people poured into the street in front of the Metropolitan Mansion, and many of them had tears in their eyes, hoping that the Lord Nalan, who had also promulgated many policies to benefit the people a few days ago, would continue to show his magnanimity and return the innocent daughters who had been forcibly sent. Of course, after the drums in the Protectorate had beaten thirty-three times, most of them got what they wanted.

Nalan Diero, with his 46-man guard, appeared majestically on a makeshift platform in front of the front hall of the Imperial Palace, and he did not set up a seat, but stood like everyone else here. His innocent and handsome appearance caused a lot of sensation when ordinary people saw it for the first time. Almost everyone thought that he had a good face, and that since he looked like a saint and had issued many good decrees that the officials of the southern kingdom would never promulgate, he was naturally a very good person, right? As soon as he appeared, the people of the Elders' Association did not say anything, and the people below cheered.

Nalan Diluo pressed down his hand with satisfaction, and the scene was immediately silent, as if there were only loyal soldiers here, only the well-behaved obedient people remained, a beautiful scene of harmony between the government and the people. Nalan Diero didn't expect that just a little above the back of his head, a silver-colored figure was slowly rising into the air under the wrapping of a gust of breeze, and landed steadily on top of a tall tower.

"This official once said that he would not kill a person in vain, and he would not let one go. After an extremely brief opening remarks, Nalan Diluo went straight to the point, that capable speech style should really make Elder Yun Wuyue, who had spoken in the Demon Evil Pavilion stronghold, learn hard: "Now, many days have passed since the riot of the 'Enma Cult', and the first criminal and accomplice have been almost investigated, those innocent people, this official has no intention of continuing to detain them, let them go back!"

After he finished speaking, the breathing of the whole city almost stopped, a pair of eyes full of expectation and even pleading, staring at his handsome and immature face, Nalan Diluo's eyes were in the depths, a cold light flashed, he swept his right-hand man with the corner of his eye, and saw the latter nod solemnly, and finally spoke: "Herald, read!"

"Order!" the herald's voice was as sharp as a chicken, and he was obviously a eunuch with his fine skin and tender flesh.

"The Protector of the Blood Sun City - Order the following people and others - innocent to be tried, reward a silver coin, and return it to the clan-"

"Xu Lanlan!"

A beautiful sixteen-year-old girl walked out, she was wearing a big flower dress that she didn't dare to wear on weekdays, showing an innocent brightness, a little powder, looking much more beautiful than usual, many young men stared at him for a moment, among the people, some old men and women have begun to inquire about how much the Xu family plans to ask for a bride price.

Mother Xu cried with joy. Several brothers are desperately beckoning, wanting to let their little sister come over to reunite quickly, Xu Lanlan is the youngest and most beautiful but useless "deep boudoir girl" in the small poor family, the family works hard to support her, but she is very difficult, and rarely contributes anything to the family, this time, she stood up for her family.

Miss Xu's expression is calm and calm, not at all the look of a girl from a poor family who has experienced a few days of terrible imprisonment, that calm and calm bearing, attracting more young people, such a beautiful and strong woman, marrying home is really a blessing for children and grandchildren.

However, Miss Xu did not walk towards her mother, she did not even glance that way, she walked a few steps to the very center of the small clearing, so that everyone could see her face, and then she smiled.

That smile is not overwhelming, but it also has some pure and lovely beauty.

In the next second, everything is irretrievable.

"Jianzhou slaves, insult my bloodline, destroy my race! Elders, treason to the enemy, what face do you have to the ancestors and ancestors!" Xu Lanlan's cold voice spread throughout the entire Metropolitan Protectorate, and even spread farther away, and her words used divine strength.

At that moment, the crowd froze, and the hand waved upwards by the brothers suddenly froze.

Xu Lanlan calmly took out half of the scissors from her sleeve, and then cruelly and expressionlessly cut open her lower abdomen in front of everyone!

Blood gushed out, and a blood-red thing with an unclear edge fell out, it was an unformed fetus.

Xu Lanlan fell down like that, his limbs twitched violently in pain, but he still had a smile on his face, a pure and lovely smile.

Everything happened suddenly at this moment, Xu's mother fainted on the spot, and several brothers let out heart-rending cries, like the wails of the dead. The crowd squirmed like a frying pan, but they were trapped in the street in front of the gate of the Metropolitan Mansion, and none of them could escape.

The Elders were completely blinded.

"Xu Xianglan!" The slaves in Jianzhou didn't seem to see the commotion below at all, still maintaining a hard posture, Jue Fei was still reading the name of the next innocent, no one noticed, and there was a hint of excitement in his voice.

It was an older girl, the same floral clothes, the same light makeup, but her expression was full of weakness and panic, her steps were vain and confused, her hands did her best to cover her belly, she hurriedly glanced around the square, and when she saw her frightened mother and her angry-eyed father, she hurriedly squeezed out a happy smile and hurried towards them.

No one said anything, no one applauded, whether it was the members of the Elder Brotherhood in the small clearing, or the people on the street, the eyes looking at her became treacherous, and the atmosphere in front of the Duhu Mansion was also extremely treacherous, and almost everyone could see that Xu Xianglan's lower abdomen was already bulging.

She's only been locked up for a few days, which shouldn't have happened, but if she encounters a kind of magic similar to that of the Red Demon Gate, I'm afraid ......

"Mother, I'm back!" Xu Xianglan's voice sounded softly, but what greeted her was not the cold greetings between relatives, but the severed head of the old father.

"The Xu family doesn't have a mongrel like you!"

"Peng Zhuyu!"

"He Qian!"

"Ghost Fang Lanruo!"

......

Blood, cries, oaths, and screams turned the Metropolitan Protectorate into a temple of Yama. The so-called innocent daughters who were "released" were nothing more than following the old path of Xu Lanlan or Xu Xianglan, very few girls survived, and finally gave birth to monsters beyond recognition, who never married in the strange eyes of everyone, and lived alone, most of the girls died tragically on the spot.

This is the morning of the "blood feud morning" by later generations, and it is also the fuse for the final demise of the slaves in Jianzhou, this tragedy that shocked the world is not only remembered by the people of the city forever, but also by a magician in the eyes, planting the seeds of boundless hatred.

This cruel "opening ceremony" lasted for most of the hour, and Jue Fei would not slow down his pronunciation of the names because of those girls, he just read the names in a numb and merciless tone like his eunuch, until the last one, he would not care about the past, present and future of these miserable girls, those names were just names to him.

Twenty thousand girls were released, but most of them did not make it out of the avenue in front of the Metropolitan Mansion. They either chose to commit suicide, or were murdered by their families, and a human tragedy that shocked the world was staged.

They were all pregnant without exception, they were all played with by the Jianzhou slave soldiers without exception, and what was even more terrifying was that they were all used as materials for casting evil magic without exception, which seemed to be one level lower than that of the Red Devil Gate, which allowed them to save their lives. Nalan Diluo allowed them to return to the clan because the evil art had been carried out, and they were useless, so it seemed a bit "unkind" to kill them.

The last bit of use for these girls was to provoke the anger of the people in Blood Sun City, especially the anger of the Elders.

The silver-colored magician stood high on the spire, his face expressionless, he was powerless and knew that he was powerless, if it weren't for this bloody wave, this city, this country, and even this race would never have awakened in severe pain and anger, just like his hometown, his ancestors, his blood and bones, without a hundred years of humiliation, how could the dragon take off?!

What's more, the people of the Southern Empire are not qualified to be compared with the bloodline of his body and "Huaxia", the Southern Empire is just a shadow of China, with a trace of Huaxia. They are not the people who can draw gossip and deduce Tai Chi.

"Alright, now the official execution begins!" Nalan Diero's childlike voice sounded, and the small clearing and the street were quiet. But in everyone's eyes, this little man who looked as clean as a saint turned into a devil with a blue face and fangs.

Nalan Diero enjoyed the look very much, or he enjoyed the anger and fear that was mixed in this look, or he enjoyed the fear that hundreds of people had gathered. "Before that," he said with a smile, his smile was as clean and innocent as a child: "This official wants to remind you to wait a sentence, the emperor has an edict that it is strictly forbidden to slaughter the city, but those who govern the people in the city are exceptional!"

In the midst of thousands of sights, the anger subsided a lot, and the fear was even greater. The smile on Nalan Dieluo's face was also more high-spirited, he paused, and then said in a naïve voice: "Our Eight Banners Army, 80,000 outside the city, and 3,000 Yellow Banner elites in the city, are now by your side!

After he finished speaking, his gaze slowly swept over the faces of every member of the Elders' Association, and his innocent eyes were full of prank bear children's pride, but the elders of the Elders' Association who were stared at by him, the people of the "Northern Faction" were already colorless, Lu Feilong was even more trembling, and the people of the "Southern Faction" and the "Central Faction" were all red-faced, and a betrayed anger rolled in everyone's chest, and finally suffocated into a helpless sadness. They all pressed the arrows on their chests, and they couldn't tell if they were really suffering.

"Executioner, prepare!" Nalan Diluo gave an order, and more than a dozen big men in black robes came out of the middle of the Jianzhou slave soldiers, and these big men all dragged a long mouse tail behind their heads, they were the Iron Palm Gang who were willing to accept the enslavement.

The crowd stirred for a moment, because the torture instruments held by these big men were not the usual beheading torture instruments, nor were they the Lingchi torture instruments of the Southern Empire, but some things that ordinary people had never seen before.

"Cao Zaili!" A secondary herald shouted at the suggestion of no means, his voice full of anger, obviously a real iron-blooded man.

Yinchen's guide in the Jianghu Alliance, Cao Zaili, was escorted by two Jianzhou slaves' personal soldiers from the depths of the Duhu Mansion, and he described it as withered, like an old man who was about to die in his peers, without the slightest trace of young characteristics. His chapped lips opened and closed, but he could barely make a sound, and his eyes, now cloudy and yellow, swayed from side to side, as if he wanted to shed a few tears, but nothing came out of his dry sockets.

It was as if he were a living corpse, lacking moisture or something that could move.

"The people of the Shenhai Sect of the cult are bewitching the people with fallacies and great rebellion, and they are the first offenders of the evil sect, and they will be beheaded and executed. The herald read aloud his alleged guilt, and then waved his hand, and Cao Zaili was escorted to the execution table.

At this time, in the frightened and angry eyes of the members of the Elders' Church, the small open space that was originally covered with dark red stone slabs, suddenly the stone slabs moved, and a three-person high execution platform rose from the ground. At the bottom of the wooden frame there is also a round stick with the thickness of a woman's wrist that is round and shiny, and a casing machine is connected to it, which looks almost the same as the construction of a wooden donkey. Around the wooden shelves, there are also wooden ladders, ropes, shackles, and some strange mechanisms, which look round and shiny, and seem to be very deterrent, and there is not a single sharp blade on the whole set of mechanisms.