The eastern border of the Rohan Kingdom is along the border, and after the rain of gunsmoke and arrows, it has become a mess, the corpses of the orcs are piled up into a mountain, the camps are dazzling, the roars of anger, resentment, and madness resound in the sky, and the orc marshal has a gloomy gaze, his fists clenched, and his whole body trembles.

On the wall of the Luohan Kingdom, there is a figure standing proudly, shrouded in moonlight, showing a mysterious atmosphere, his eyes are as sharp as a front, and his cold face is getting deeper and deeper by the moonlight, Ma Xiaokang quietly looked at the continuous red glow in the distance, and the corners of his mouth set off a strange arc.

"What happened?"

As the patrol anxiously returned, Hiudon ascended the city in terror, and behind him, Gandalf, with an equally gloomy face, shouted loudly at the sight of the battle in the distance.

Ma Xiaokang was calm, turned around with his hands, and said calmly: "This is the consequence of one thousand against fifty thousand." ”

"What!?"

"You mean ......"

The two looked at each other and said in dismay, seeing Ma Xiaokang's expression becoming more and more sluggish.

Since Ma Xiaokang gave the order, Xiyouton has always regretted it, this man is extremely mysterious, always does unbelievable things, and even when he said goodbye to the horse archer, his cold behavior has made Xiyouton dissatisfied with him.

The country is about to die, he can only swallow his anger, and even has given up resistance, waiting for the army of 50,000 orcs to press the border, he imagines the scene of the Rohan country being trampled on and destroyed all the time, until this moment, his heart seems to rekindle hope.

"Gandalf is right, he is indeed Rohan's last hope!"

Xi Youdun swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and at this moment, Ma Xiaokang in his eyes was like a god descending into the world.

Gandalf was silent, and if you looked closely, the old man's whole body was trembling, which was a kind of excitement, and even more so a kind of speechless shock......

"How did you do it......"

Gandalf's face was full of incredulity, and his cloudy eyes widened, as if he could see the man in front of him who was full of mystery, and as the moon dimmed, this man standing proudly on the city wall seemed to be in the dark!

Ma Xiaokang smiled absentmindedly and did not answer, but his eyes like stars in the night sky looked farther away, and the whole person looked like a wise man isolated from the world, competing with heaven and earth, and competing with the sun and the moon.

……

It had been three moments since the night attack on the enemy camp, and the ambush troops led by the White Emperor were like white horses passing through the gap, and they had already fled for many miles.

At this moment, they were standing quietly in the square of a town, Xiyoude's face was a little blue, and the rest of the warriors were also in a trance, and they looked at the White Emperor in front of them dumbfounded, this man in silver clothes, actually ordered the fire to be burned before three breaths......

This is the town of Rohan, their hometown, the land they love, and more importantly, there are old people here who don't want to leave! Despite their old age, they are all the people of Rohan!

"Mr. Bai, why is this ......?"

Xi Youdun's face was a little angry, even if the White Emperor led them to kill thousands of orcs, such an order would not let him accept it willingly.

"I don't know, it's my master's order."

The White Emperor's expression was cold, he also stood proudly in the middle of the square with his hands down, and with their arrival, the old men who were awakened around him were already standing in various places observing them, but the White Emperor just spoke calmly, and there was no reason for them at all.

"We can't do it!"

The warriors were furious, a second ago they respected Ma Xiaokang and the White Emperor as gods, but now they felt more and more that they were demons born of hell and evil ghosts that brought disaster!

"You have to do it." The White Emperor spoke calmly, unable to see joy, anger, sorrow, or joy, like a saint without seven emotions and six desires.

"Why!? Why should we burn down our homes with our own hands!? Xiyoude gritted his teeth, his eyes were cracked, and a wave of resentment was like a vast sea surging, his nose opened and closed, and the **** fell together, and he was on the verge of going berserk.

The White Emperor stared at him coldly, and then looked at the rest of the warriors one by one, he smiled softly, and said indifferently: "I have never only obeyed the orders of my master, and I do it without asking the reason!" If I were you, I would already be setting fires at this moment! The survival of Rohan is between your thoughts, how to choose, it's up to you! ”

“……”

“……”

Silence, continuous silence, these thousand Rohan warriors who had just returned from a great victory were clenching their teeth at the moment, their eyes were bloodshot and full of anger, their fists were clenched, and even blood was dripping, they looked at the White Emperor, as if they were watching a demon laughing hideously.

“…… I understand. ”

In the end, this sign of being so nervous that he could draw his sword at any time was disintegrated by Xi Youton's prostration, his whole person looked tired, as if he had aged ten years all of a sudden, his face smiled a little self-deprecatingly, and finally looked at the White Emperor calmly and nodded.

- Feng!

Holding the flaming arrows fiercely, Xi Youde's eyes were full of indifference, his bow and arrows were not aimed at the White Emperor, but at the surrounding wooden houses, and he shouted loudly, like a thunderbolt: "Five minutes!" All the old people who are willing to leave, quickly gather over, and when the time comes, burn down the town! ”

"Yes!" - Feng! Feng! Feng!

A thousand flaming arrows were like the scythes of death, fiercely held in the hands of the warriors, tears streaming from the corners of their eyes, and they shouted in tears.

The old people of the town seemed very calm, and some of them took two steps forward, and at last retreated; Some of them were looking at the iron rider kindly, smiling indifferently, and most of the old people looked very deep, and they were still smiling in the face of death.

They could leave, but they didn't want to drag down this ambush force, this was the Knight Empire, they knew how important the speed of an iron cavalry was, they didn't want to increase the pressure on these warriors, they would rather die here, in their homeland.

Five minutes passed, and no old man in the town wanted to leave.

"I'm sorry." Siyud was saddened, and his tears had flowed, and as a knight, he burst into tears.

- Boom!

The flaming arrows were thrown out and smashed into the wooden houses, and suddenly exploded into a huge fire, which was burning the lives of the towns, and even more so the souls of the old people.

“…… I'm sorry. A thousand warriors burst into tears, their teeth clattering, but they still threw the life-stealing flaming arrows in their hands.

――Boom Boom!!

A sea of fire filled the town in an instant.

The hay crackled, the houses collapsed, the ground exploded with a loud roar, the fowls neighed in terror, the ropes that bound them were burned, and they were blazing with red flames, and they were running and fleeing for their lives......

As long as the old people stood quietly in the sea of fire, they looked at the warriors in the square with a smile, they did not make a sound, even if they lay suffocated on the ground, as if they did not want to cause a single sound, their kind smiling faces, their deep gaze, accompanied by the sea of fire, gradually became a historical record on the borders of the Rohan.

……

At this moment, a thousand horse archers rode the alchemy demon wolf towards the Holy Helmet City, behind them, there was an endless sea of fire, thirteen towns, hundreds of lives were gone, they were silent, more like they were suppressed.

Xiyoude's face turned pale, he stared at the White Emperor, stared at the numb and expressionless man, and asked coldly, "Are you gods or demons?" ”

"Does it matter?" The White Emperor's expression froze, and he asked with some confusion.

His gaze followed the direction of the Holy Helmet City to look up at the man standing proudly on the city wall.

(To be continued.) )