Cleggmore did not end up with the same slaughter as Sand City, and after Fisher's death, the captain of the big-eared monster who defended the city opened the gates with trepidation, but he soon found that just as Sembu had promised, Spartacus's army had only seized their weapons and guarded the storehouse and the Magic Guild.

This ending made him breathe a sigh of relief and at the same time a little faint worry in his heart, no matter what, they surrendered in Kaesong after all, although it was a last resort, but when the leader came back, how to explain it was a big problem.

But then he thought that there was a Senbu on it, and it was not his turn to worry about this kind of thing, so he was immediately relieved after thinking about it.

As with the people of Sand City, when the army entered the city, the Priests' Order immediately took over all the work, and this time they did not encounter the soft resistance of Sand City, and all the people were very cooperative and gathered in the square in the city.

The fact that Asha's miracles were still being preached, and that food was still being distributed after the end of the day, confused the hearts of the inhabitants of Clagemore, as if they had not just experienced a war but had welcomed the return of their triumphant army.

At the same time, on the ruins of the Beit League, ten days away, the barbarian leader Tanan Tie stood at the head of the collapsed city with a blue face, and the generals around him deliberately slowed down their breathing, for fear that they would accidentally become the one who was angered.

In fact, any of them were filled with endless anger and panic in their hearts at this time, but none of them dared to show that the army of 30,000 people, the newly built capital city known as the iron wall, resisted the strongest fortress of the Eastern Mage Empire, and now only a collapsed boulder and debris remained, and even the charred and rotting corpses under the ruins have not been contained, and the pungent smell of corpses floating in the air seems to be the cry of thousands of unjust souls, indicting their tragic experience and unwillingness.

Tanan took a few steps forward to an arm sticking out from beneath the rubble, and the generals behind him hurried to follow, prompting a hysterical roar from the leader.

"Roll !!"

The arm had not yet completely decayed, and the dense totem tattoos on it could still be identified as the warrior from the low-lying swamps of Tanan's homeland, where the barbarians believed in ancestors and courage, and whenever something worthy of praise happened, the elders of the tribe would tattoo an orc totem on the person.

And judging from the fact that there was almost no blank skin on that arm, this warrior must have been an extremely brave savage during his lifetime.

There were many more such corpses, under the boulders, under the pillars, under the collapsed walls, and even on the streets and by the wells, all of which had one thing in common, that is, they were charred and curled up, and from the twisted body posture, it was clear how much pain these people had suffered before they died—they were all burned alive.

Ordinary flames could never have had such a horrific effect, and those who died in ordinary fires were usually killed by smoke and suffocation, which were painful but never so distorted.

Only the flames generated by high-level fire magic can ignite all the fat veins in the living creatures in an instant, so that they can not feel the lack of oxygen before they can painfully deform in the heat of the heat, and then the whole body shrinks into a ball like foam because the water in the body is burned out.

There was only one enemy who would have done this to the barbarians and the ability to inflict this level of damage - the mage empire of the East, Bracada, but his instinct told Tanan that this was not the case.

Not only was Serena strangely silent on the eastern frontier since she was ambushed by Gnison, but he had never heard of Bracada's army marching out of the Wall.

As the gateway between the Empire and the Antaglisi continent, the Walled Peak Fortress is the only way for them to send troops while curbing the invasion of Bracada by hostile forces, otherwise the Bracadians would have to climb the towering Ariland Snow Mountain and cross half of Baildes to enter Krurod, which the Bracadan commander would not have done if he was not a fool.

There is also a possibility that the person who overthrew the rule of Vest in Tartaglia, although he had no contact with the other party before, but his intuition told him that the tragedy of the Beit League was most likely created by that person, which was like sending him two warning signals.

First, it was a very dangerous enemy.

Second, he is still the magician he hates the most, but he is very powerful.

"Swear in the name of our ancestors. Tanan held a rusty sword on the ground in his hand hard, and it was the thick flesh that squeezed the blade instead of the blade cutting the palm, so the blood in the palm of the palm immediately took on a splattering posture as it broke through the barrier of the skin.

Tanan's voice was not loud, it was not a roar or a curse, but the determination to kill the intent, which was transformed by suppressing the precipitation, did not explode after this anger reached the extreme, but was the most terrifying.

"Whoever you are, wherever you flee, I will kill you, and kill all your companions and people, just as you have done to my fellow brothers, and I will skin you and tie you to the totem poles of the barbarian tribes, and each tribe will have a share of your body, and I will slaughter your city-state and your hometown, and all who are above the wheels will die by the barbarians' swords and axes, and the young children will become slaves, and women will become prostitutes, and if this oath is violated, my soul will never return to the halls of my ancestors. ”

He threw the rusty sword on the ground, and without saying a word, walked towards his mount, and as he walked softly and loudly in the ranks of the barbarians, and by the time he stepped onto his horse and pointed his eyes straight to the east, there was already a tsunami of "blood debts" behind him.

Three days later, Clegmore, Spartacus's army was ready to march, but when Lear led his army out of Clegmore's gates, he found a man kneeling by the side of the road waiting for him.

"Do you know what your current actions mean to the barbarians?"

Lear looked condescendingly at the kneeling Senbu on the ground and did not have the slightest intention of dismounting, after entering the city on the first day, he talked to the other party and asked if the other party was willing to join his command, but Senbu clearly refused, and Lear did not embarrass him, and now he appeared at the gate of the city, which actually made him a little unhappy.

"I know. ”

Senbu still knelt and didn't look up, but there was unshakable firmness in his answer.

If he does not join Lear's command, he will not be trusted and entrusted by Lear, but if he continues to lead the way for Lear to surrender, he will be regarded as a traitor by the barbarians, but if he does not do so, Spartacus's army will definitely attack the city and plunder all the way, even if Lear is merciful, killing in the face of stubborn resistance is inevitable.

He didn't want to betray the leader and betray the clan, but he didn't want to see the tragedy of Shining Sand City repeated, what kind of strength the man on horseback had, and how sharp Spartacus's army had, no one knew better than he had experienced it himself, so he could only choose this way, to do what he could or couldn't do, but what he thought he should do in his heart.

"I can refuse you, I can even kill you here, there is an old saying in the human race that 'those who are not of my race will have different hearts', why should I bring you such a drag when I have the ability to bulldoze all the obstacles in front of me?"

It's a little helpless that although Senbu rejects him, Lear really can't hate the barbarian in front of him, maybe because people who have faith in their hearts are more worthy of respect.

In short, although he said that he would kill the other party, he actually didn't have the slightest killing intent in his heart, otherwise with his personality, a thunderbolt and lightning would pass directly, where would he say so much.

"I've also heard the saying 'The Invincible of the Kind,' and you are not a murderer, so I beg you to take me with you, and swear in the name of your ancestors that I will never cause you any trouble. ”

Senbu buried his head deep in the dust.

"Humph!"

Lilzema walked in front of Sembo, he couldn't get angry even if he wanted to be angry about this kind of sycophancy, although he didn't love to kill, but he would never be soft when it was time to kill, otherwise the 30,000 defenders of the Beit League would not be all dead in the fire.

After Lear's horse had completely passed through Senbu, Guina behind him tapped Senbu's shoulder with her scabbard, and the latter looked up to meet a pair of clear, appreciative eyes.

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