When it comes to the craft of arson, it is clear that Blair's level and technique are much higher than Jasmine's. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Blair itself is a fire-attribute battle qi, and a single qi can ignite the air, not to mention these obviously flammable grains. Unfortunately, Blair is not trusted by Wren now. Once the trust is lost, it is even more difficult to regain it.

Jasmine took advantage of this moment to take out the six twenty centimeter-long tubes she was carrying, and the thickness of two thumbs. This tube is filled with unprocessed and refined oil, which is very prone to deflagration once it encounters an open flame. Outside the tube, there is a long lead, which is the product of alchemy, and will not go out even if it is placed in water, until it is all burned out.

She walked beside the mountains of grain, and the light sources in all directions illuminated her barely a shadow. Some of the soldiers on the night watch tower glanced at her, and then turned their attention to the woods beyond the light, as if trying to see through the jungle and discover the enemies that might be hiding within.

The guards on these watchtowers were Pilagos' own personal soldiers.

Jasmine walked quietly on the way to the dung pit, she pulled out a pipe and lit the fuse, and the moment the vigilant eyes of the soldiers on the watchtower left her, she waved her forearm hard, and the pipe that had been lit flew into the grain pile.

After all six pipes were used up, Jasmine walked into the toilet on the manure pit, changed into her clothes again, and quickly disappeared into the mountains and forests by blocking the view of the watchtower through the edge of the manure pit.

After about two minutes, the first pipe filled with fire oil finally burst into flames.

The moment the sealed space filled with fire oil was ignited, the huge pressure instantly burst the fragile pipe wall, forming an extremely strong impact force, accompanied by dots of fire oil instantly splashed everywhere. The reason why fire oil is called fire oil is because this thing can not only burn, but also has the properties of oil, and in the process of sliding down the grain bag, it leaves a fire path paved with flames. All the places contaminated with fire and oil burned brightly, and the disturbed guards immediately blew their guard posts, and in an instant the whole valley boiled.

Compared with the rations of the nobles, it is obvious that the food of the soldiers was much worse and much more ordinary. The dried kernels, which are barely waterlogged, seem to be specially used for fire, and the continuous burning of the oil ignites a huge flame in an instant, and spreads quickly with the dry autumn wind. When the soldiers in charge of the guard rushed to the first source of fire with buckets and canvases, the other exploded.

An independent house exploded in an instant, and the seventh-level swordsman leaped in the air with a long sword, looking at the grain mountain where the fire had begun to spread rapidly, and his eyes were about to crack. He was Pilagos' confidant, and the fact that he was appointed to guard the food here shows his status in Pilagos's heart. At this time, he didn't care about those terrifying flames, drew his sword and slashed out towards the "Flame Mountain", each sword used all his strength, and wherever the sword qi went, the flames were low.

However, he is not a water-attribute battle qi, and even if he is, it doesn't mean much. In the face of the fire whose flames have already licked into the sky, even if the Great Sword Master of the Eighth Level Water Attribute Battle Qi is here, I am afraid that there is nothing he can do. With a sharp turn of his head, he rushed into the midst of the soldiers who had just woken up from their sleep like headless flies, and yelled at them to speed up the firefighting. If he didn't do more, he might not be able to extinguish the flames, but at least he could salvage some food.

But under his indiscriminate and inexperienced command, more soldiers were asked to fetch water to extinguish the fire, instead of seizing the time to rescue the food that had not yet burned, and missed the best opportunity. In the event of a fire, knowing that it is impossible to extinguish the fire, the first priority is to salvage as much as possible the property that has not been damaged by the flames.

Nearly 2,000 tons of neatly stacked grain are like neatly stacked firewood, coupled with the continuous Mid-Autumn Festival wind in the valley, the wind helps the fire, and it spreads very quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the entire valley is red. The disapprerated soldiers stood outside the valley, looking at the valley that was already powerless to rescue, and their minds went blank.

Everyone's food has become the food of the flame in less than half an hour. That seventh-level sword master was furious and frightened to the extreme, he was one of the people in charge here, not to mention him alone in such a catastrophe, even if everyone together couldn't bear it. The huge pressure made him pant like a cow, his eyes were crawling with bloodshots, and his eyes were fierce and vicious, making people dare not look directly.

"Rubbish!", the corners of his mouth grinned, and he scolded, "It's all rubbish, you can't do this thing well, and you say that you are an elite." In a fit of rage, he swung his sword and slew a soldier with a bitter face, venting the pent-up anger in his heart.

I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional, someone in the crowd sneered twice in a low voice. If it was an ordinary person, he might not be able to hear this cold laughter full of ridicule, but after all, he was a seventh-level sword master, even if it was the ebb tide period at this time, whether it was battle qi or magic, it was affected by the ebb tide of the law, and it was not as good as before, but the development of his body did not change much. His keen sense of hearing heard this piercing laughter in an instant, and he was immediately furious, and as soon as he turned his head, he stared in the direction where the laughter came from, and his half-squinted eyes were full of murderous energy, and he couldn't stop coming out of his body, glowing red.

"Who's laughing?", he was a little overly sensitive at this time, and raised the long sword in his hand, pointing at one of them, "You were laughing just now?"

The soldier he pointed at with his sword hurriedly waved his hand in fright, shook his head again and again, and said no. The two sixth-level swordsmen beside the seventh-level swordsman glanced at each other and shook their heads, but they didn't say anything to convince them, but moved backwards and again.

The seventh-level sword master's long sword moved slowly, pointing at another soldier he didn't like when he looked at it, "Then it must be you!"

Before the soldier could defend himself, the sword master swung his sword, and a head rose into the sky.

At this moment, his anger subsided slightly, but then, something happened that he did not expect at all.

Most of the soldiers here are not soldiers under the command of Pilagos, and the composition is quite complex. This nobleman had thirty or fifty men under his command, and that nobleman had one or two hundred men under him, and these soldiers, whom the nobles called elite, eventually formed a grain guard team of two thousand people. There are almost thirty forces mixed in it, and since they are elites, they are naturally veteran oilers, and the object of allegiance is not Pilagos.

Seeing that his brother was killed, the soldiers who belonged to the same force suddenly stopped.

This fire has nothing to do with them, the enemy set the fire under the noses of Pilagos's own soldiers, and when the fire could not be extinguished, it was you, the swordman who lacked the roots, commanded indiscriminately, and now if something goes wrong, you have to kill innocent people to vent your anger, do you really think these soldiers have no temper?

Yes, the seventh-level sword master is indeed very powerful, one-on-one, one-to-ten has absolutely no problem. But what about a hundred, a thousand against a thousand? There were two thousand people here, and most of them weren't from Piragos.

Immediately, a sickle spear poked out of the crowd like a snake out of a hole, and the speed and angle were so sharp that it was the technique of a veteran of a hundred battles. This shot almost injured the seventh-level swordsman, just a little bit, when the scythe rolled, the tip of the sickle grazed the corner of his clothes, cutting an inch-long gap.

This mouth is like a funny clown who opens his mouth wide and laughs at his smile, and his heart is already irritable, and his whole body is full of anger, and he is ignited by this unexpected shot.

He swung his long sword horizontally, and a sword qi slashed out, instantly tearing six or seven people apart, and the soldier who had attacked him also fell in a pool of blood.

After a moment of calm, greater trouble came.

The soldiers, under tremendous pressure and stimulated by the senseless killing act of the sword master, mutinied!

Everyone in society is like a spring, and in the face of all kinds of unfair and mean and cold treatment, the spring will be tightened a little. Over time, the springs will slowly relax. But if this spring is compressed to the extreme, there will only be two results.

In the first case, the spring broke completely under the tremendous squeezing force, becoming a pile of useless broken steel rings.

Second, the spring resisted the last pressure and bounced it out with greater force, causing massive damage and impact.

In an instant, more than a dozen sickles were thrown by the soldiers as throwing guns, and the seventh-level swordsman was shocked and angry, and after swinging his sword to block these sickles, he was furious, and his tone was full of cold killing intent, "What? I don't want to live anymore? I will fulfill you!"

"yes, I just don't want to live anymore!"

Someone shouted, and the soldiers instantly boiled over, surrounding the people of Pilagos, and then a tragic battle was staged.

After the swordsman killed hundreds of people in the battle, he was also hit by a sword, and the pain made him sober for a moment, looking at the fire that had spread throughout the valley, and the people who were fighting each other under the red light of the flames, his mind was buzzing, and it was blank!

Oops!

The next moment, remembering the sound of the wind in his ears, he subconsciously blocked, and the scythe with the spark passed by his ear, cutting off a strand of hair. His eyes turned red again, and he turned around with a sword.

By the time the news reached Sillyn City, Pilagos had already fallen asleep early. When the maid woke him up from his dream, the sleepiness on his face had not yet completely receded. Rubbing his eyes, he hasn't rested very well these days, and this time he finally fell into a deep sleep when he was sleepy to the extreme, and he was woken up, and he was somewhat unhappy in his heart. Frowning slightly, he looked at the maid with a pouting face, and asked in a cold voice, "What does it have to wake me up at this time?"

The maid shuddered, and she could hear the subtext of Pilagos, that if it didn't matter, she would be out of luck. She hurriedly lowered her head, her eyes began to turn red due to fright, and she said in a small voice: "The grain has been burned, and the soldiers have mutinied. ”

Pilagos's brain had not yet fully awakened, and he was stunned for a while before his face changed dramatically. He immediately rolled over and got out of bed, and without even having time to change his clothes, he rushed out the door barefoot.

The last thing he wanted to know, it happened.

In fact, in the past few days, he has only figured out Ren's thoughts. Thinking about it, if he was Rennes, how could he complete the explanation of Empress Pars as soon as possible and clear these rebels out of Hagrid Province? He thought about it for several days, it was obviously impossible to fight head-on, no matter how strong the Burning Legion was, no matter how perfect his command was in Rennes, once he concentrated his forces, it would be completely enough to destroy the Burning Legion with several times the strength.

Then the only way is to attack the key points.

What is the key point of Xilin City?

Tall, sturdy walls?

No!

Tens of thousands of soldiers stationed here?

No!

The only place where Wren could find a chance to do it was in the valley full of grain. Thinking of this, Pilagos immediately had a plan to transfer all the food to Xilin City, but he had some hesitation. Wouldn't it be better to bypass Moria than to confront Wren here, and if he chose to bypass Moria, then the grain would also be transported with the transfer of the army.

If the grain is brought back and then shipped out, the time and manpower consumed during this period will drag him here for several days.

In the face of a war, a few days is enough time for a lot to happen.

So instead of doing so, he sent more outposts, spread across Sirin and Moria, and whenever Wren made any moves, he could get the news as soon as possible.

Unexpectedly, the worst consideration happened.

At this time, the heads and brains in the city were all screamed, and the mutiny of soldiers was definitely not a trivial matter in any dynasty or place. In particular, the mutinous soldiers were not those under Pilagos, but the soldiers of their dependents. There's a lot of stuff behind it. Especially after the grain was also burned, some of them were moved.

The rebellion with Pilagos is nothing more than the fact that Pilagos and Isaac's power in the northwest and southwest is really strong, and many people are attached to these two aristocratic groups, and it may not be impossible to overthrow the rule of the Orlando family under the drive of the general trend. If you want to say how many of these nobles are sincere, they have to follow Pilagos and others to rebel, and there may not be a few. Many people are speculating intentionally or unintentionally, and they are not irons who go to death all the way.

At this time, the food was gone, and the soldiers mutinied, no matter what the cause of the incident, for these nobles, the risks of their speculation at this time were already greater than the benefits. Obviously, even if this matter is suppressed by Pilagos, they will not be 100% trusted by Pilagos as before.

After all, they already have a "criminal record"!