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A boulder fell on a mansion near the bar, and the debris and dust of the stone burst out, and a small stone hit Han Ji's head, and blood immediately flowed all over his face. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The great pain made him jump up immediately, but the dizziness that followed made him almost unsteady on his feet, and in a trance, he seemed to hear those nobles of the inner city, who were usually high up, fleeing for their lives.

The aristocratic ladies and ladies hissed as they ran, "Help。。。。。。 Help! What about the Nord sergeants?!"

When those dignitaries were dying, they did not forget to condemn their subordinates: "Why is this happening? Why is the inner city so easy to be breached!"

The bill to tear down the wall, which was unanimously passed back then, now seems to have never existed: "Damn it, damn it! I said I should leave the walls of the inner city behind!!"

The crows rushed into the sky, and the bloated nobles could not escape, and screamed in unison: "Oh my God, are these the messengers of the devil!?"

"I'll give you the money ... I'll give you money!! don't kill me!!!"

Someone actually tried to buy lions and jackals with money, Han Ji wanted to laugh, but found that the corners of his mouth could not be raised.

"Funny, isn't it?" the man in sackcloth didn't know when he had come to him, "It's these stupid and self-righteous people who have been ruling over thousands of living beings, killing and killing with one hand. ”

He didn't look at Han Ji at all, and walked straight to the blood-soaked street, his tone was flat and without a trace of emotion, but there was an irresistible pressure: "They think that the power and money give them can be taken above everything, but they forget that there are many terrifying forces in the world that can make them incomparably small, just like the untouchables they call them。。。。。。 ”

"Please。。。。。。 Save..... Save me...... I...... I have a lot of money。。。。。。 My father is the administrator of the imperial capital, save me。。。。。 Yonghua Rich 。。。。。 Take your pick! Please。。。。。 A fat man covered in blood crawled on the ground and grabbed the feet of the man in sackcloth, begging with all his might.

"The way of heaven is to make up for the deficiency when there is more loss, and the way of man is to gain more than enough for the loss. Who can have more than enough to serve the world?" The man groaned in a deep voice, and stepped out heavily, the fat man was like a balloon that had been stepped on, and the blood rain splashed, smashing on the face of the man in sackcloth, drawing a blood-red pattern, his face was still as calm as ever, but the murderous aura in his eyes became more and more overflowing.

"Such a greedy fool not only has no use value, but will also destroy the balance of the Heavenly Dao!"

The rebel army had already cleared the outer city and successfully penetrated the inner city, and the men stood in the middle of the street, like a reef in the sea, still passing by the troops and surging away.

"The three armies obey the order! Whoever rebels against the people in the inner city will be killed--none--pardoned!"

The blades of the rebels and refugees were swiftly swung at the once proud nobles and the rich, and many of the once arrogant old men quickly tore their clothes and rolled in the muddy water, just to become the untouchables they despised the most.

But the butcher's knife still landed on their necks without hesitation, and blood spattered three feet, leaving only wealth and power that could not be taken away.

Fear and injury made it impossible for Han Ji to hold on for another second, and he fell heavily backwards.

He felt the weight of his eyelids, and he couldn't help but slowly close them.

The moment his eyelids closed, he could faintly see a group of jackals slowly surrounding him through the cracks.

The royal capital of the Nords, Sagos.

Ruda hurried through the paths of the Nord Royal Garden, completely different from the aristocratic maidens who were picking flowers and frolicking around him, and he walked calmly and straight through the main road of the garden, his gray hair and sad face contrasting strongly with the purple and red flowers around him.

No one would believe that Nord would die one day, right?

He looked at the greenhouse, which was made of colorful glass, and the colorful flowers and plants in the garden.

Since ancient times, autumn has come to kill a hundred flowers, not to mention that it is late autumn now, but in the courtyard a glazed greenhouse is the grass grows and the warbler flies, full of vitality, how can there be a trace of autumn?

I just don't know how much it will cost to perform such a feat?

With a light sigh, Ruda had already stepped out of the gate of the garden and walked towards the tower of the city defense headquarters.

People come and go on the streets, merchants on the bustling commercial streets are shouting loudly, promoting their products, and farmers are also selling their own millet and smoked fish on small stalls, a scene of peace and contentment, peace and happiness.

But in Ruda's view, this is the deadliest tranquility before the storm.

The more tranquil it is, the more powerful the storm will be.

Will it be so big that this people, who do not belong to this land, will be completely destroyed?

He would not forget the frightened look in Ragnar's frightened eyes and the scream that had no royal grace when he sent the urgent war report to the palace last night.

"Oh my God!!!" Ragnar's chest heaved violently, as if he would be out of breath at any moment, "What is going on!?How did Kulin Castle fall!?"

He flipped through the battle report like crazy, he could read the words, but he couldn't understand it at all: "Beasts, demons, rebels, what are these!?

"No, my king. Ruda looked directly at him and said in a deep voice, "That's true. ”

The wind blew through the hall at midnight, leaving the swaying backs of the monarch and the minister.

"What about Hill!? call Hill quickly!!I've reformed the tax system, I've sent out troops!Why? Why do they still attack without stopping!?" Ragnar cried hysterically, "Why? What the hell have you done? Are you just watching the country fall apart and nothing can you do anything!?

Ragnar, who was almost crazy, even stepped forward and grabbed Ruda's shirt, his bloodshot eyes staring at him tightly.

"Sober me up! Ragnar!" Ruda grabbed Ragnar's wrist with one hand, grabbed him by the collar with his backhand, and pressed him against the wall: "Wake me up! Ragnar!

The light of the fire flickered in the king's eyes a few times, and the days of fighting side by side in his youth seemed to flash before his eyes, and all that was left was gray white hair, fluttering weakly in the wind.

"Ciel and I have done our best!" Ruda roared loudly, "What about you? What the hell have you done?!"

"I've done my best!I've done what I promised!" replied the king without flinching.

The two old men who are over half a hundred years old are like two angry leopards roaring at each other, this scene is so familiar, it is almost like going back to the time when Ragnar found Ruda on a cold winter night, hoping that this best friend would support him to gain the rule of the country by force.

But to his surprise, Ruda blatantly objected, and the two argued for a whole night, and finally the young Ragnar brushed his sleeves and left, leaving a cold sentence: "Look at Ruda! I will use my way to make this country strong!"

"That's right, Nord has indeed become strong under your leadership!" Ruda's eyes were like sharp swords: "But how strong is this kind of strength from the outside? In order to gain the approval of the nobility, you indulge them in a frenzy of profligacy. In order to support the huge military spending, you acquiesced in the scheming of the people. Just like for the sake of greed, the abutment is built out of light rotten wood, and the castle built on it, no matter how ornate, will completely collapse overnight! If it weren't for Hill, the Swadias would have taken the imperial capital long ago!"

"You've changed. You've been at the apex of power for too long. The bravery and determination of the warriors have been worn out, and I am no longer the ragnar I knew!"

Ruda let go of his hands, and Ragnar's hands hung limply, and he sat down, never to be distinguished.

"Tell me, Ruda. What should I do?" Ragnar looked up, and the shadow showed that the wrinkles on his face were becoming more pronounced, as if he had suddenly aged and many, many.

"Fight! Let's protect the most important thing in the Nord way!Restore your warrior's soul!My comrade-in-arms!" Ruda didn't turn his head, still walking towards the door step by step, but his firm voice sounded in the hall: "We have lost enough, now is the time for us to sacrifice our lives! Only in this way can Nord deserve tomorrow!"

The door slowly shut, leaving only the silent king.

"Toria, you've killed someone!"

Tolia, whose face was covered with bruises and swollen bags, woke up in the cabin and was in a trance: "Master。。。。。 What did you say? What about the boy? Did he escape?"

The black-haired man looked at Tolia, his kind eyes mixed with a different emotion: "I said, you killed someone." Do you remember that Scarface? You broke his ribs, the broken bones pierced his lungs, and when I arrived, he was dead. ”

Toria's mind was drained like a thunderbolt falling on her, and she heard only a buzzing in her ears.

Homicide..... How can it be...... Can a wooden sword kill too?

Tolia raised her hands, and her white palms seemed to be stained with blood, a disgusting color.

Is it with these hands that he took away a fresh life?

Is it like those robbers and murderers who reaped a life?

"No, master, I'm here to protect the boy!" Toria shook her head violently, trying to get up from the bed, but the injuries on her body made her unable to lie down.

"No, Toria. You killed him!" The master's black pupils seemed to be able to penetrate everything: "No matter what your purpose is, intentionally or unintentionally, you killed him!" This is a fact, which cannot be denied or shirked. ”

Toria's body shook violently, and her little face turned bloodless.

Large, warm hands slowly stroked over the top of her head.

"Listen, Tolia, there is often a reason to kill, to protect or to plunder, for different purposes, but the result is the same, that is, the sword of the swordsman, ending life after life. No matter how beautified, the meaning of our existence is to kill. Toria opened her eyes and looked desperately at her master.

But he didn't mean to stop at all: "But killing is everywhere, God gives life to all things, but it takes life all the time." Regret and guilt after killing are meaningless, on the contrary, you have to learn how to decide whether to kill or not, and learn to judge everything with your own heart. Don't dwell on whether it's right or wrong to kill, and don't let violent emotions control you, because there is no absolute wrong or right in the world, there is just your truest inner self. Only if you find her will you be able to harness your sword perfectly. ”

Tolia seemed to understand whether she understood or not, but she understood that killing herself was also a helpless move, and the discomfort in her heart was slightly relieved, and there was a trace of blood on her originally pale face.

Show their fangs stained with saliva and blood!