The words are still being spoken, and there is a new movement in the distance.

The "Dreadnought Fortress of La" created this castle, the whole longitudinal section is a trapezoidal shape wide at the bottom and narrow at the top, although it occupies a lot of land, but extending to the platform on the top, surrounded by undulating battlements, is only about two or three acres of area. When Richard stood on top alone, it was naturally very open. But at this moment, the residents of the town, who were nearly three or four thousand people, were escorted here by a group of soldiers of nearly a hundred people, and they suddenly became crowded.

The townspeople, many of whom had been awakened by the swords and spears, walked to the top of the castle at this moment, and were still confused by the warm evening breeze.

They looked in amazement at the soldiers in Santor's armor, and some thought it was a prank.

Of course, more people are eager to spit a few mouthfuls at the guy who is dressed in canned food, and angrily scold a "traitor".

Despite the desire for these people to die, the townsfolk obediently followed the group.

Just because the broadsword and spear in the soldier's hand are really shiny.

After escorting the large group of men to the top of the castle, the large group of soldiers divided into a group and carried many heavy things from the passage below.

It's a bunch of people again.

It's just dead people!

These unfortunate victims were all young and strong men, wearing only intimate clothing, and there were not many obvious scars on their bodies.

It's just that the neck is uniformly cut by a sharp blade, the wound is very deep, and the flesh and skin are turned out, with a large number of dried blood spots.

The shirts on their chests were stained red with a large patch of blood. Some of them still had round eyes, and their faces were full of astonishment and confusion. Such a blind death has become the best commentary on what happened to them before they died.

The soldiers in the armor of St. Tor dragged these unlucky people who were killed by the sneak attack to the outer reaches of the city wall. Then, in front of the people below, they threw the corpses directly down through the gap in the depression.

One after the other.

If anyone is here, they will be shocked to find that the number of these victims who had their necks cut is roughly equal to that of this group of violent soldiers.

The procession that threw the corpses had a large section of the city wall vacated in the middle.

A handsome, particularly richly dressed young man, was standing on the edge of the wall.

His position is just opposite to the three parties facing each other below.

The people below could see him very clearly through the gap in front of him.

The armor of the youth is clearly in the same style as the people around it. But this one of his is particularly gorgeous, not only the relief is more fine, but also has a more brilliant metallic luster, and the background color of the armor has also changed from silver gray to bright silver, like a delicate handicraft. Although it had lost its original five-colored streamer due to the influence of the Annihilation Field, it still allowed people to see its specific identity at a glance.

Richard found out about it through the map of the Divine Eye, which was a delicate replica of the Santor suit.

And this armor with a great origin, in this place, only one person owns, and that is Baird Beto, the head of the Beto family.

"Isn't that little white face, what the hell is he doing?" Richard fixed his gaze, and his eyesight had improved somewhat due to the surging magic.

At this moment, the effect was officially exerted, which was equivalent to blessing him with an "eagle eye technique".

Audrey was also baffled.

Her Royal Highness looked at the young man standing by the city wall from afar, but her face was thoughtful. Her mind flashed back to one person, and that was the fake Able.

As stunned as they were, the coalition forces on the walls in the distance were bustling with activity.

"Why did all the townsfolk go up?"

"Isn't that Baird, how could he be?"

"What the hell happened, and who were those people they left behind?"

......

In the midst of the noise, April looked up at the top of the castle.

She turned around again and looked at the army of golems in front of her.

I felt uneasy in my heart.

The taste of being hijacked is really uncomfortable, especially when I see that such results have been achieved and I am about to win the final victory in one fell swoop.

Just as she was thinking about it, another wave of whispers sounded around her.

"Look, that's not Baird?"

"How did he become a different person?"

"What the hell is going on today?"

"The Thousand Facewalkers, this is definitely the Thousand Faces Walker!"

Just as these people shouted, standing by the city wall, facing the young man below, the handsome face suddenly distorted, like plasticine twisted by a bear child, and changed its appearance again.

When he was "finalized", what appeared in front of everyone below was a middle-aged man with an indifferent face and a thick beard.

The moment he appeared, he picked up a man from behind.

It was none other than Baird, who was already dead.

This handsome young man's neck was also cut by a sharp blade at this moment. His round eyes, and the fear and palpitations that remained on his face, explained the horrors he endured before he died.

Carrying him by the neck, the indifferent middle-aged man lifted him to the city wall, and then threw him straight down in front of everyone.

Baird crossed a graceful parabola, and finally fell to the ground with a "boom", sending up a large cloud of dust.

Richard's eyes widened.

Some couldn't believe what was happening in front of them.

Although it was a bit of a holiday with this little white face, he really didn't expect at this moment that this guy, who still had a relationship with him during the day, was cut on his neck at night, like throwing garbage, from the top of such a high castle, directly thrown down.

He couldn't help but shudder.

At this moment, Richard seemed to have experienced some stimulus.

......

"Do you see, the top of the castle is full of my people. As long as I give the order, none of these townspeople will survive, and now it's up to you to choose. Old man Benson sneered again.

He looked at Richard on one side, but at April behind him, "Are you going to hand over those children to me, or are you watching these innocent people die?" ”

Looking at this thin old man, with his white teeth exposed, Richard couldn't wait to punch him.

The coalition forces in the distance, because of Benson's words, suddenly fell silently and could be heard. Then, only a moment later, it was boiling again.

"You've got to think about it, those kids are only a few hundred, and here are thousands. There are so many people in this town, just children......"

Benson was about to go on when Richard interrupted him abruptly.

"Isn't that too much of what you're asking? At this moment, we have to be ruthless, not to mention those guys up there, even you have to die. Isn't it a bit too much to make such a request even though it is obviously the defeated side. "Richard tried to negotiate a problem.

Benson looked at him with interest.

Richard clasped his hands around and continued with a calm face: "Otherwise, you let all the people above you go, and I can let you go." Don't say that my words don't count, as long as the Annihilation Force Field is still there, I am the strongest person here. If you're not convinced, you can have a fight with my four dragons. ”

Sitting on the golden chariot of the Dead Moon, Richard looked down at Benson, and his tone was unusually loud.

Audrey pursed the corners of her lips.

But when she looked closely, she really couldn't refute it.

Three "sawdust ice" dragons that are as fast as ghosts, plus an abyss demon dragon, Richard does have the ability to speak at this moment.

"It's a bit too much to look at it this way. ”

Benson seemed to understand something, and the old man nodded at Richard.

"So, you agreed to my request. Richard was about to say more, but his words were interrupted by a hand that suddenly raised.

"I mean, that's too much to ask. Benson made a "no" gesture to Richard.

He sneered again, "Since that's the case, then you hand over those children to me, and you can dispose of the rest of the people yourself." ”

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I just want those kids, and I don't care about the rest. If you give me these children, everyone here but me will be yours. Whether you beat them or punish them, or want to take them all to pieces, and feed them to the dogs, I don't care!" Old Man Benson's sharp eyes shrank, and he said word by word, "I-only-want-that-children!"