The tattered gates were finally smashed open.

At this moment, Sir Bonon had no hope in his head. Just as he was about to turn around and plunge the blade into his wife's chest, a sharp battle axe suddenly reached out from the side and rested diagonally on his shoulder.

Slowly turning his head, Bonon glanced in the direction of the axe's handle. It was his trusted personal bodyguard, a handsome young man who had just been promoted. Obviously, this was the first time he had ever done something like this, and it was also contrary to the principles of knightly loyalty that he had accepted. His hands holding the tomahawk were shaking, barely able to control the handle of the axe. The sharp blade of the axe slashed slightly across Sir Bonon's neck, slicing through the surface of his skin, revealing a fine line of striking red.

Jazz instinctively thinks that this is a spy lurking around him. In a matter of seconds, Sir Bonon had already dispelled the thought in his mind. He was familiar with the young guard, and that baby-faced face alone wasn't enough to take on a task like a mole. Of course, it is not difficult to buy such a person, but impulsiveness and blindness often become the subconscious instinct of young people. As long as it is a guy with a slightly smarter brain, he will not use such a person as a spy.

"What, you're scared?"

At this moment, Sir Bonon only felt an indescribable anger and sorrow rolling in his chest. He looked at the young guard calmly and asked lightly, "You want to cut off my head to receive the reward?" Or do you want me to grab it and give it to those guys out there? ”

The young guard looked a little overwhelmed, but his hands refused to let go, and the sharp tomahawk was still firmly on Jazz's shoulders. He shook his head and said in a trembling voice, "I'm sorry I don't want to die. They, they said, as long as they surrendered, they would be spared death. I, I, I ......"

In the face of Sir Bonon's cold, piercing gaze, the young guard felt that he was being entangled in something so filthy that he didn't even have the courage to make direct contact with Sir. He muttered for a long time, the deeper his voice became, and his head turned to one side. In the end, Yu Crisp pursed his lips directly and stopped talking.

The army gathered outside the city began to move rapidly towards the manor. As the gate hub was smashed, there was a tooth-aching twisting sound, and the overwhelming cheers and shouts erupted, becoming the absolute main tone inside and outside the manor.

There were very few defenders in the entire manor, except for the soldiers who were guarding the gates, and the only ones, including those within Sir Bonnon, who had gathered on the tower. There were only three floors of towers in total, and the attackers appeared a little later than expected. As a group of men with hideous faces and weapons in their hands rushed up to the tower, Sir Bonon saw the heavily armored knight approaching him, surrounded by numerous guards.

It was indeed Saben, the captain of the Earl Larsen's guard. He had a sinister smile on his face, and he was carrying a man who had apparently just been cut off and was dripping blood

"Does Count Larsen want to provoke a total war between the nobles?"

Looking at Saben with a hideous face, Sir Bonon also forgot the tomahawk on his shoulder, and suddenly became excited, raised his hand regardless of Qiē, pointed at Saben and roared: "Look what have you all done?" Both Viscount Sazabi and Larsen belong to the same kingdom of the Red Griffin. Whether you or I do, we must be loyal to the same king. Do you know what the consequences of doing this are? You will be punished."

Saben didn't care about Sir Bonon's words. He threw the head in his hand on the ground and walked straight to the Jazz family, who were surrounded by a group of soldiers, and looked at them one by one as if a merchant were inspecting his own goods. Saben stood still in front of Sir Beaunon's still somewhat handsome lady, reached out and grabbed her garment, and tore at a large mass of fabric with all his might, causing a scream, a series of weeping, and a continual roar of rage from Sir Brown's mouth.

"Don't"

"Don't, don't do this"

"Bastard, what do you think about? Get your dirty paws off her."

Saben slowly wiped the blood from his hands with the cloth, smiled casually at the group of guards around him, pointed to the Lord Sir who covered her chest with her hands, but looked at the angry Bonon with her face, with abusive pleasure and undisguised triumph, and said clearly and loudly: "All the women in the manor, including her, are your trophies. Remember, only the women I've seen can touch it. Ship all the virgins back and they can sell them for a good price. Play however you want, as long as you don't play people to death, you have to keep them alive. ”

As he spoke, he strode over to the young guard, snatched the tomahawk with his backhand, and made a beautiful arc in mid-air, slashing Sir Bonon in the neck with precision, and his angry skull rolled off the skull, sending a stray line of blood on the floor.

"Old fellow, you're wrong about something."

Saben threw down the axe and stomped on Jazz's corpse in disgust: "Larsen's old bastard is going to happen the same as you are now. I don't believe in any king anymore. I am now only at the behest of Lord Valaam. He will take your place as the new ruler of this world. Hey, hey, hey, know? Lord Valaam will become the new Emperor. And I am the new king canonized by His Majesty. ”

Raising his head, he glanced at the young escort standing next to him, his face full of anticipation and respect. Saben narrowed his eyes slightly, his palm stroked his chin with a short stiff beard, and a strange smile suddenly released on his face: "I don't like guys like you." You see, selling for glory is a very despicable act. And you can't die well."

Without waiting for the young guard to react, Saben had already drawn his short sword from his waist with great speed and slashed horizontally at the neck of the young guard who was caught off guard. It was as if a water-rich membrane had been pierced, and large clouds of blood were inexorably gushing out along the ruptured location. The young guard's eyes widened, his hands clutched to his throat, his mouth wide open, his expression painful and desperate, mixed with obvious disbelief. He took a few steps backwards, and finally lost his balance and fell heavily from the tower.

Betraying his benefactor was something he had done. He hated people who were on the same path as him. Not only does this kind of person not have the slightest loyalty to speak of, but will stab you in the back at a critical moment. People like this would rather kill them all than let one go. In contrast, it is those soldiers who would rather die than give in, and never retreat from fighting to the death, are more worthy of respect.

The shouting and killing in the manor gradually subsided, and everywhere was filled with a sense of frenzy and excitement. In almost every corner, you can see the scene of bodies overlapping each other. Scattered around were a mess of clothes, as well as gold and silver coins and valuables found in rooms and cabinets. In this space where the sa itself is located, money and women have always been the best representatives of stimulating combat power. The former can satisfy men's thirst for ideals, and the latter can fill men's emptiness in terms of **.

The predatory effect of Valaam on this space realm is already very obvious. Including Saben, he amassed a huge army of more than 10,000 people. Of course, Valaam was not stupid enough to put guns and ammunition on these surrenderers. Instead, they are armed entirely with the common weapons of this world, and ordered by the brutal Warlords to storm all the surrounding noble territories, plunder assets and women, and rule with violence and an iron fist.

Saben alone had more than 8,000 soldiers. Of course, not everyone is a real fighter. This army was filled with speculators, paupers, slaves, robbers, and swindlers. There are only about 1,000 people who are really qualified to be called "warriors". However, it is undeniable that the difference between 1,000 and 10,000 is huge, and the victory or defeat of a battle often does not simply depend on the strength of each other's combat effectiveness, and the comparison of numbers can also become an important factor in determining victory or defeat.

"Regroup in two hours."

"Count the number of people, carefully search every room, gather all the captives, and screen them one by one. If you want to join, let them stay. Then kill all the men and take the women and everything of value with them. ”

"Blockade the news, prepare and count the logistics materials. Be on alert at all times for any movement in the direction of the Viscount of Sazabi. ”

The so-called "screening" is an extremely cruel practice. It was the practice of gathering all the surrendered personnel, dividing their weapons, and letting them fight each other one-on-one under strict management and control, and selecting the winners from among them to fill the army. Only those who have had their own blood on their hands will not be afraid of death when they fight. They have no way back, and when they want to stay alive and stab a knife into their companion's body, they have already decided their own future.

Saben himself was no exception. Although Valaam accepted his allegiance in public. Behind his back, however, Valaam watched Saben wield his sword and cut off the head of his new wife. It was the daughter of the Earl of Larsen, and the woman whom Saben had once loved. It was at that point that Saben learned that a man should not shed tears for a woman. They will always be my appendages. As long as you have the ability and the weapons, they will always be prostrate at your feet, and you will take what you want. What is a mere count's daughter? As long as you capture the royal city, even the princess can do whatever she wants. These ladies usually look like they are on the top, but to put it bluntly, they are actually a that change with the environment.

These rebellious words sound very frightening, and they completely subvert Saben's previous worldview. Unlike Valaam, who came from the third stage of the Overworld, the idea of knightly allegiance and the like was already ingrained in his mind. However, Valaam, with his tyranny and blood, opened a new door for Saben. There, Saben saw his future. That is to step on countless rolling heads, and then ascend to the throne of power and wealth.

Sir Bonnon's wife was very nice, and in her Saeben felt a completely different experience from that of the daughter of the Earl of Larsen.

What if it was the wife of the Viscount of Sazabi?

Saben is really looking forward to it, and he also faintly produces a very high sadistic feeling.

When Su Hao left the space passage and walked into the reception hall of the "Kunming" castle inside the space realm, Viscount Sazabi had been waiting there for several hours

The bad news came one after another: Sir Bonon's territory was captured, the knights of Golf and their troops were all wiped out, a large number of unidentified armed men appeared on the outskirts of Phocas's territory, and the people sent to the royal capital for help have not been heard from so far, the caravans inside the territory have left, and the tax and food revenues have been greatly reduced......

A qiē is because of the Count of Larsen from the northern direction. He was originally an old nobleman with a kind temperament and a very tolerant attitude towards the people and his subordinates. For some reason, Count Larsen had suddenly changed his ruling strategy in the past few months and began to aggressively march into the surrounding area.

In the world of space, technological backwardness means that information transmission must take a lot of time. Saben was so thorough in his blockade of information that Viscount Sazabi waited four days later to get the news that Sir Bonon had been killed and his entire territory had been wiped out.

Phocas is a fairly nimble guy with a particularly keen sense of smell. He noticed the anomaly at the first time and immediately led all his troops to the Viscount's Castle. This is certainly not a sign of loyalty, but a form of self-preservation in exceptional circumstances. After all, there were thousands of combat troops under the Viscount's command, and after suffering the last experience of being completely annihilated, Sir Phocas only managed to restore the number of troops under his command to about 300 men. The news coming back from various sources is terrifying, and although there are no exact figures, it can be inferred that the number of invaders is in the tens of thousands. With the exception of kings and dukes, few nobles could withstand this tidal wave of terrifying power.

"I need help"

The Viscount of Sazabi no longer has the reserved and aristocratic demeanor he once had. When I saw Su Hao's first sentence, he asked for help very directly: "You have to help me, this time, I really encountered big trouble." Count Larsen's army is in the thousands, and I have already lost more than half of my territory and army, and they are likely to attack in the next few days. I have asked other nobles for help, but few have responded. You'll have to help me anyway, or it's really over this time. ”

Su Hao frowned, and while beckoning Viscount Sazabi to sit down on the chair, he ordered someone to bring a drink. Sazabi's love xù was so emotional that it was even a little incoherent. Su Hao also hurried over from the main world after receiving the news, and he could be said to know nothing about what was happening here.

"Don't panic, take your time, and make things clear."

Lemon juice mixed with consumption sedatives worked very well, and after a glass, the bloodshot in Viscount Sazabi's eyes gradually subsided, and his heavy breathing became smooth. Although he was still clenching his fists, the strength of his grip was not as strong as it was just now. The tense muscles in his body also became relaxed, but the anxious component could still be seen in his eyes.

After a brief narrative, Su Hao had a general understanding of what had happened and the focus of the problem.

The name Count Larsen, Su Hao was completely unfamiliar. But that didn't stop him from knowing the basic rules of the world in the space domain. The nobility could fight against each other, and there was no law restricting such battles. In fact, the battle between the nobles often has the bottom line of each other, that is, the disaster will not affect the family, and even the victor will allow the defeated side to regain his freedom by paying a ransom. After all, the size of the realm must be approved by the king and the high lords in order to have a recognized effect. The point of war is to make a profit. From this point of view, as long as you have money, it means that you can live no matter how many times you are defeated.

Earl Larsen's style of play completely broke the rules that the nobles kept abiding.

No one noticed, when did this kind of thing happen? By the time the nobles wanted to stop it, Count Larsen's strength had increased dramatically, swelling to a terrifying level that they could not imagine.

"Based on the information currently available, the size of Earl Larsen's army is at least more than 20,000, and possibly even 30,000. He took all the food from the captured castles and manors, turning those places into a scorched earth. Just last week, he sold more than 600 noble families into slavery. ”

"They were well armed, there were not a few real warriors in the army, and there were even a considerable number of knights. Such a war has turned into a terrible plague. Everywhere they went, no nobles survived. Larsen seems to be crazy, and no one knows why he is like this? Several noble fiefdoms to the north and west had been annexed by him. Next, it was my turn. ”

Viscount Sazabi looked at Su Hao seriously, and his tone was earnest: "To be honest, I didn't care about your so-called "Red Dragon Duke" before. After all, you are an outsider, and you don't have a knighthood recognized by the king. But you should understand that there is a convention for the nobles to take care of each other in everything. No matter what you have done, what you want to do now and in the future, I will give you enough support. You, unlike Larsen, let Phocas go, and have no ambitions for my fiefdom. These things are all laid out on the bright side, and you can see it. I promise you, as long as you help me through this difficult time, I will definitely help you become the true Duke of the Red Dragon. ”

Su Hao watched Sazabi quietly. In this man's eyes, he saw anticipation, and despair.

No one will lie when they are cornered. To grasp at the lifesaver, they are willing to give anything in exchange. That's what Sazabi is in right now. No matter what kind of disdain and hostility he had towards Su Hao, at this moment, only saving his life and fief was the most important. Under this premise, he can make any promise and agree to any conditions put forward by Su Hao.

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