By evening, there was not a single living human left in Giffen City. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Inspecting the supplies, Su Junyan was shocked to find that this group of people did not bring any supplies.

They are clearly here to die.

This dangerous information made Su Junyan frown.

If it was just to stop Su Junyan and their footsteps to the south, then the meaningless death of more than 5,000 people was really too generous.

Su Junyan didn't think that Wen Nington would be generous to such an extent.

It's definitely not stupid to that point.

Is it that kind of green bug?

It's just that if you pin your hopes on that kind of thing, it's a bit whimsical, right?

He couldn't even pass his shield.

However, out of a cautious mentality, and because Su Junyan really didn't want to make any big forks on the way south, he ordered the whole army to check their bodies.

Except for the wounds left after the war, there were no other scars left.

Safe.

Su Junyan still felt puzzled, but he didn't have time to worry about it.

Now, time is a priceless treasure for him, and he must race against time, and other things can only be skipped if he can skip them.

After making no other discoveries, Su Junyan burned the ancient Jifen and continued to move south.

The ancient city that stood on the central plain for hundreds of years was wiped out overnight.

This is war.

Su Junyan is now a day and night.

After Giffin, it's Surax.

He didn't spend much time at Giffen, less than a day.

This is probably just enough time for Wommer to lead the congregation to Surax.

As for whether he can make some achievements, it is really a doubtful thing.

Su Junyan can only go south directly, no matter whether Wommer has any results in Surax or not, he has to do it.

It would be nice if Wommel could help a little.

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At this time, Surax.

The tall gates were closed, and the soldiers belonging to the city defense of Suraks stood at the head of the city, looking nervously to the south, as if they were facing a great enemy.

Yes, they did not look to the north.

They didn't even look north.

This army, which was completely raised by the local large families and chambers of commerce of Surax, now faced the regular army of the Central Empire.

Although Winnington gave a strong reply to the Central Plains migration at a meeting of the Central Military Department.

But in the Central Plains, a region that has always been rich and xenophobic, there are still too many people who don't buy it.

Perhaps Wen Nington was given a little time, at least three or four years, or at most five or six years, and he could initially control this place, which had always been the second heart of the Central Empire.

However, he really didn't have time.

Same as Su Junyan.

His time was also extremely short.

As a person in power, so to speak.

Winnington should be the Central Empire, or the Central Federation, anyway, it is the hardest one among those in power who occupy the Central Continent in recent years.

Not only do you have to deal with the Northland Demon Seed roaring down from the north, but also the Asgardian Demon Seed who may cross the sea from across the sea at any time, and have awakened the spiritual leader Saint Augustine.

Even if he barely fulfilled the wish of several generations since the establishment of the Central Confederation, he recovered the southeastern provinces.

But in the blink of an eye, it was a disintegrated situation.

So Winnington didn't have the slightest time to deal with the complex pool of the Central Plains.

He can only be tough.

Toughness can sometimes be incredibly useful.

But being tough is a provocation for a group of people who have been pampered for hundreds of years and have always been superior.

Even if Winnington really forcibly ordered the army, knocked on the gate of Gayrelin, one of the most famous cities on the Central Great Plains, in a near-conquest way, killed the city lord of Gayrelin, the head of the Gayrelin family, the seventh of the twelve nobles of the Central Great Plains, and sent his head to every big city in the Central Great Plains to show the public, it still could not shake the determination of those deep-rooted Central Great Plains nobles.

They, on the contrary, hated Winnington even more.

From the initial soft resistance, it has become the current confrontation on the surface.

Surax has been in lockdown for three days.

Because just three days ago, the envoy from the Central Royal City and the lord of Surax collapsed, and when the military envoy of the Central Royal City was ready to use force, Mobley Surax, the lord of Surax, threw the envoy out of the city and then sealed the city.

This is still a relatively mild approach.

There are several cities relative to the others.

Some cities were completely enraged by Winnington's actions, and killed the army's envoys, and as Winnington did, cut off their heads and hung them on the city's heads.

Mobley Soulax still wants to have a silver lining.

After all, his city was closest to the north.

If the demon seed strikes, the first thing to bear the brunt of it is his city of Surax.

Although he didn't think that the demon seed was really that powerful, in case of danger, he could also turn to the regular army of the Central Empire for help.

After all, Winnington doesn't really want to see the betrayals leave, does he?

That's the idea Mobley played.

Of course, he also has other plans of his own, for example, to meet the king of the demon seed who is about to come south.

With his current strength, reciprocal negotiations may not be a problem, right?

Mobley sat in his highest office in the entire city of Surax, looking down on his city from the sky.

This is the inheritance that his ancestors have worked hard for for an unknown number of years, how could he give it away so easily?

No way.

Winnington's move was to take the opportunity to weaken the strength of the Central Great Plains, and by the way, the Central Great Plains did not know how much huge wealth had accumulated over the years.

It's a dream.

Mobley wouldn't have left Winnington a penny even if he had burned it all.

"Aggressive. "There was a knock at the door.

"What's the matter?" said Mobley, who had already given him a headache yesterday evening when a group of rabbit cubs from the north had made trouble in the central square.

If it was still some kind of divine religion, he would just throw this incompetent subordinate from here.

"My lord, the demon seed...... It's already Giffen. A trembling voice.

It's like I'm terrified to the extreme.

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