Six hundred and thirty-one bodies lay flat on the square in Ortlenburg, and the faces of the people turned pale. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

This is good in small cities, where the number of residents is small, and even if they don't know each other, they have met several times on the street, so it can be said that they are all acquaintances. The smaller the city, the deeper the feeling and atmosphere of this "big family". Usually, you may not feel anything, but when the stacks of more than 600 corpses are put together, this impact from values and outlook on life instantly shatters people's reason and completely eliminates the strangeness between each other.

Some of the women began to weep, and the men clenched their fists in tears. A gloomy cloud hung over Ortlenburg.

The crow swirled in the dead air, and the small black hole eyes showed greedy desire.

Wren, standing on the newly renovated fountain in the middle of the square.

Many people were looking at him, looking at the city lord who was about to bring death, and what to say. Ideals and passions cannot be sustained after all, and reality always defeats these dreamy colors in the end.

"Six hundred and thirty-one!", Wren's tone was very solemn and solemn, he pointed to those on the ground who would never stand up, never speak, "they have left all the good things in their lives to the living, just as I said before, dignity, glory, wealth, are not the most important things to them at this moment. ”

"I don't believe in heaven, that's a lie of the God of Light. But I believe that the human soul will have a home, and this home is here. I can't give them much when they're alive, and when they're dead, I'll give them a decent place as much as I can. Here, in the heart of the city, I will erect a monument on which their names and deeds will be inscribed. Whether it's 10 years, 100 years, or 10 million years from now. As long as this monument does not fall, the flame they lit with their lives will never be extinguished. ”

"Today, they have left us, but their spirit will walk with us. No matter what kind of bumps will be encountered on the way forward, think about their dedication, and there will be no more bumps and difficulties that cannot be overcome. ”

People were moved, in this world, no nobleman would build a monument for the commoners, and those high obelisks will always be a medal that only the powerful can have. But at this moment, in the city, a monument belonging to ordinary people will be erected. In the family that has lost a loved one, everyone is trembling, and the body is filled with an inexplicable strength. They want to roar, they want to make noise, they want to break something with their fists, they want to praise something with their songs.

Their fiery eyes looked at the figure standing on the fountain, and their eyes were filled with a sense of recognition.

Yes, their loved ones died for the city, for the city lord, for the hopes, dreams of the living. They deserve to be honored by the living, to remember forever their glory and eternity.

Wren infected all Ortlenburgers with his actions, and brand new clothes, shoes, gloves and face towels were distributed to the families of each of the deceased. They defended the city with their lives, then they should leave with dignity. Sentimental women shed tears, stitched up wounds on their loved ones, wiped their bodies clean, and put on new clothes for them, new clothes that they had not worn while they were alive.

Each family received five gold coins, which were not much, only five, but they could change their lives.

"The war is far from over, and they want to crush our dreams and destroy our pursuits. Will you agree? Will you trade their lives for the opportunity they have earned for a humble peace?"

A huge boulder was thrown into the calm lake, and it suddenly set off a huge wave.

Angry shouts shook the whole of Ortlenburg, and people raised their fists and shouted frantically.

Wren raised his hand and pressed it weakly, and the angry tsunami subsided in an instant, and there was not a trace of superfluous sound in the entire city.

"I'm not reconciled, we didn't hurt anyone, we just want to live with dignity, God has given everyone the right to pursue happiness, we are just exercising the power that God has given us. Any obstacle that prevents us from realizing our dreams will eventually be torn apart by us, and anyone who dares to stop happiness from coming to this city should pay with their lives!"

"Revenge!"

"Let those who sit above the clouds and never look at us squarely feel our wrath!"

"Revenge!"

The roaring city, Wren calmly watched everything, hatred like a terrified prehistoric beast, it was constantly growing and expanding. He unleashed a monster with his own hands, and this monster was going to eat people.

Wren raised his right arm, "I'm going to declare war on the Bol family, and I'm going to see with my own eyes how their heads are different from ours." ”

"Remember, this is Ortlenburg's revenge!"

An embarrassed knight was escorted to the middle of the square, and the whole city instantly boiled. Wren pointed at him, "This is Luos, the knight known as the Star of Weststream, who is in charge of this operation. ”

The whole city immediately resounded with a roar of "kill him".

Wren walked over to Luos, his calm gaze as if he were looking at a dead thing, and a mocking smile spread across Luos's bruised face. Wren drew his sword from Blair's waist and held it high, "Repent." ”

A splash of blood splattered, and the head rose to the sky!

A grand cremation that buries the dead and sublimates the living soul. Ortrenburg was united like never before, and the young men, under the leadership of the city lord's mansion, began to assemble and train. Merchants bring in a steady stream of supplies in preparation for the next war.

As for the corpses left behind by the knights of the Boer family outside the city, they will be the last bit of a contribution to nourish the land.

Far away in the city of Weststream, Terman held his beloved crystal bottle aloft, furious like a poisonous snake devouring his sanity, and he wanted to calm his anger with destruction. The trembling hand clenched hard, and finally put the crystal bottle down. He was trembling all over, and he couldn't even hold his wine glass steadily.

Several of the main members of the Bol family surrounded him, each with a different expression on their faces.

Someone is angry, this is a provocation by a group of untouchables against the Bol family, he should be angry.

Someone was sneering that Teman was the culprit who led to this disaster by not listening to any advice.

Someone was silent, the fall of the five hundred knights was far less shocking than the death of Luos, and the entire city of Xiliu became a little weird.

Someone is smiling, and with his actions, Terman proves his stupidity, he is not a qualified patriarch.

Their eyes were all focused on this arrogant, paranoid, arrogant man, to see what he could do after the catastrophe broke out.

Ortlenburg's merchandising scheme affected not only the Pol family, but also the entire province of Bell and the entire southeastern part of the empire. Why should everyone else wait and see, but Terman should be the first bird? If he wins, it is better to say that he will add a less dazzling credit to the Ball family's credit book.

But he failed, he lost the dignity of the Pol family, he disgraced the prestige of the Bol family. As the team leader, he should do something now to save the impact of Luos's defeat.

The world of the aristocracy has never been a dreamland, it is full of conflicts of interest and strife. When you're strong, people greet each other with smiles and flattering words. When you're weak, they pull out their knives and forks and start plotting how to divide the profits.

The world of the nobility is more like a primitive jungle, where the jungle eats the strong, and there is no reason to say it.

Terman closed his eyes and slowed his breathing to calm himself down. He opened his eyes a moment later, his eyes sharpened again, he rubbed his face, and said, "We want revenge! I'm going to take Wren captive and bring him to Cilius, whip him in front of everyone, and I'm going to make him pay for his actions!"

Marcus, Termman's youngest brother, sneered and said, "Have you forgotten, dear brother? Luos's head was still hanging from the gates of Ortrenburg and was pecked by crows. What are you going to use to attack Ortlenburg?After all the knights and shield guards are drawn, the empty city of Westflow in the rear will become a feast for the other nobles to divide up, they will not hesitate to swallow the city, and then expel the Boer family. ”

Terman glanced at Marcus, the younger brother who had been pulling his back legs all day, fantasizing about one day being able to overturn him to the ground and inherit the position of lord of Weststream City. He spat lightly, "I am the patriarch of the Pol family." ”

"But you're not alone. Marcus smiled undiminished, and the faces of the other family members changed somewhat.

Terman was a little embarrassed, but his good upbringing allowed him to maintain his demeanor. He tapped the table twice, making a dull sound of a bang, "Draw a thousand shield guards, five hundred knights, I will hire some more mercenaries, unite with other families, form an absolute superiority of forces, and destroy Ortlenburg in one fell swoop." He glanced at Marcus, "As for your suggestion, I'll consider it." ”

Marcus smiled, "I'll be looking forward to what you do." But my dear brother, what if you fail again?"

Fail again?

There was silence in the room.