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As soon as these words came out, everyone's emotions began to change subtly, and their eyes gradually became dangerous when they looked at the sallow man.

Wren nodded slightly, and even leaned forward as if his body was not there, and the two old men were about to jump up in fright, but the smile on their faces that could not be stretched out had betrayed their truest emotions.

Wren beckoned to the sallow-faced man, who moved with heavy steps, and his heart sank quickly into the abyss. He was now thinking about how to solve the current situation, and he never thought that this young city lord would be so calm and use such a special method to break his script. When he walked up to Wren, he didn't come up with any useful solution, and his face became more and more frightened.

Wren stretched out two fingers and circled them, signaling him to turn around, and the sallow-faced man swallowed a mouthful of saliva and had to turn around. When he turned his back to Wren, countless thoughts rose in his heart, and countless thoughts fell, only to hear Wren whisper, "Kneel!"

He couldn't see Wren, but he became more and more panicked, trembling like chaff and sweating like rain.

"Why do you want to pretend to be an Ortrenburg?", Wren turned his head out of his sight and held the staff of civilization in his hand. Phonkos saw this scene from a distance and slapped himself in the face, and it seemed that the civilized stick was about to be finished again.

The sallow-faced man still had the last trace of luck in his heart at this time, and his voice became hoarse, "I don't know what you mean, I didn't ...... No, I came here with refugees, I thought I was already from Ortlenburg. Yes, I'm from Ortlenburg, I'm not lying!"

Wren sneered, how could those Ortlenburg people who were watching still not know that they had been deceived. Their cold gaze was fixed on the sallow-faced man, as if he were looking at a dead man.

What is this place?

This is Ortlenburg!

Go to the outside world and ask what kind of place is Ortlenburg?

The city of chaos, the capital of crime, every person you see in the streets and alleys here can be a murderer from anywhere, a scumbag who has done a lot of bad things, a thief, a gang member...... , except that he can't be a good person. It's a city that flows from beginning to end with the blood of crime and evil, full of a disgusting stench.

These people, who seem to be no different from the inhabitants of other cities, may have been the embodiment of the most evil in people's mouths, and they are terrifying beings.

They were cloaked in ideals by Wren and made them look more like civilized people, but that didn't mean they forgot the past, the moment when their hands were stained with blood. They just don't talk about it anymore and let themselves try to embrace tomorrow, but don't doubt all they can do, especially when they're moving towards their ideals.

The sallow-faced man became more and more frightened, and almost collapsed, he lowered his head, bit his lip, and tasted the sweetness of blood. He looked at his knees, without the slightest shame, but wondered if he could escape.

With a buzz, the wind sounded in his ears, and the moment his eyes froze slightly, his whole head shook violently. Blood spurted out of the exploding skin on its heels. His body was also toppled by this, and he was almost carried out by the tremendous force. His pants were instantly wet, and the smell of fishy stuff instantly diffused.

With a pop, he fell to the ground, his brain buzzing as if a huge fly had burrowed into his head. There was a blackness in front of my eyes, and my right eye seemed to have completely lost vision. His nose heated up violently, and blood splattered down his nostrils before slowly flowing. He lost control of his body in an instant, and it wasn't until a moment later that he regained control of it. The horror completely engulfed him, and he cried out "ahhh

"Help him up. Wren waved the bloody stick of civilization and threw the blood from the handshake to the ground. The two young men roughly helped the sallow-faced man to his feet and made him kneel again.

Wren's voice came again without a hint of anger, and the man trembled violently, "Why are you pretending to be an Ortrenburger?"

It took the dizzy head nearly thirty seconds to understand the meaning of the sentence, although it did not hide a deeper problem. The man with a sallow face, this time there was no hesitation, he knew that resistance could only be death, he blurted out, without the slightest hesitation and hesitation, "Someone asked me to pretend to be an Ortlenburg, this is not my intention, they want me to incite class antagonism, and they want you to suffer a little." ”

The more he spoke, the more fluent he became, and the hatred in his heart began to shift, from Wren to those grain merchants. If it weren't for the fact that they tempted themselves with benefits that they couldn't refuse, how could they have suffered like this? He didn't reflect on his greed, but he complained about the temptations of others, he didn't want to hide it, and he told it all without Wren's inquiry.

"They have a lot of food to sell for a high price, but you don't let them sell it for a high price, so they need a chance. You have nothing to say, and you have to pinch your nose to admit it, so they sent me. I swear, it's all true, it's all dictated. Look, how could such a humble person as me take the initiative to provoke a big man like you? Please, let me go, I'm innocent!"

"I'll help you identify them, I know every single one of them, they're all bad, pus-shedding bad people, and they want to make a fortune lying on the pile of hungry corpses!"

"Name them!"

One by one, the famous grain merchants were named, and the expressions of the people of Ortlenburg became more and more hideous, and their families were suffering from hunger, but these people wanted to plunder their wealth on this basis, and even did not hesitate to incite dangerous antagonism. As you can fully imagine, once they succeed, no matter who loses or wins in the end, there is no winner for the city. No, there is, the grain merchants are the winners.

They trampled on the dignity that people had built so hard, they tried to subvert the future that was just around the corner, and they wanted to destroy the city that had renewed hope!!

Rulin's right arm was raised high, and the clenched fists showed the extreme anger in their hearts at the moment, and they roared and shouted-Kill, kill, kill!

As is well known to outsiders, there are no good people in Ortlenburg, and the way people decide something is simple, kill or not.

The sallow man burst into tears, what kind of hell did he come to a city, and how could this group of people suddenly change their appearance? He desperately begged for mercy, moved out of his family, moved out of his children, and moved out of the old people who still needed to be supported. But he never imagined that if he succeeded, what would happen to the families of those who might die because of this incident, and who would take care of them?

Wren glanced at Blair, Blair was stunned, and immediately reacted to Wren's meaning, he put one hand on the shoulder of the sallow-faced man, and before the man had time to look up, there was another wind howling in his ears. The howling of the wind was fiercer and sharper than the sound he had just heard, and the expression on his frightened face froze completely.

With a dull sound, the staff of civilization, which could not withstand the tremendous force, broke open once, and the head of the staff with blood flew and rolled to the ground, rolling slowly. Wren held up the last half of his staff, the broken end facing down, the sharp edge not much softer than a metal weapon. He thrust down hard, straight down the sallow man's cervical vertebrae, and pierced out of the place where his throat and collarbones intersected.

Wren let go of his hand and let the sallow-faced man slowly fall face forward. His white face was stained with blood, and there was a suppressed anger under his calm but seemingly hidden volcanic expression.

"Go to hell and repent!"

Vonkos coughed lightly and ran out, pulling out a handkerchief to wipe the blood from Wren's face, Wren turned his head to look at him, "You dare to touch me." ”

Funkos grudgingly shoved the handkerchief into Wren's hand and reluctantly stepped aside.

Wren wiped the blood from his face and said with a sly smile: "What about the indelible spirit of Ortlenburg? We are villains, we are thugs, we never deny it! Tell me, my people, what should you do when you discover the enemy, my lords?"

A roar pierced through the entire heaven and earth, like a cannonball, shooting straight into the sky, and at this moment, even the sunlight became dim!

"Shred him!"

The people were angry, constantly waving their right arms, looking at Wren hysterically and feverishly, Wren threw the blood-stained handkerchief on the ground, I don't know if it was a coincidence or intention, it happened to land on the head of the corpse on the ground.

He did not have the slightest fear or wavering in the face of the people who had begun to go crazy, he took a deep breath, raised his right arm high, and said with a morbid composure: "Go, find them, tear them apart, speak with blood, and let the soul dance!"