The sound of fighting in the city finally ended slowly at dusk, and Tails was covered in shredded flesh and dried blood, and the fragments of blood that broke with each step fell to the ground one by one. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info was too late to clean at this point, he stood outside the city gate and waited, Wren was almost about to enter the city.

In the twilight, Wren's shadow was dragged for a long time, and before he could enter the city, his shadow entered the city first. At this time, he was wearing gorgeous armor and riding a high-headed war horse with pure white and no variegation, and he was not happy and carefree, as if it was not a great thing to capture a city. Blair and Jasmine followed, one left and one right guarding him.

The rubbish-like severed limbs and severed limbs and unrecognizable corpses on the side of the road were piled up into a small mountain, and blood continued to seep out from the bottom, spreading to the surrounding area with the cracks in the stone slabs on the ground. Sometimes someone will pass by the blood-soaked ground, and when they step on it and lift it up, a blank will flow out of the thick blood, and it will slowly fill in after a while. The thick smell of blood and dirt was particularly pungent, and the black owls flying in the sky wanted to fall from time to time, but they were frightened by the constantly moving humans and hovered at a low altitude.

Blair is accustomed to seeing wars like the Shura Field, his face does not change, and his eyes are indifferent. It was the first time for Jasmine to see such a tragic picture, her face was slightly pale, her stomach pouch contracted for a while, and she had a desire to vomit. Her hand hanging at her side tugged hard at the muscles of her thighs, letting the pain wash away the nausea in her heart. After just one glance, he moved his gaze to the distant sky.

Tails stepped forward, his hands gripping the hilt of his sword, the tip of his sword pointing downward, half-kneeling on the ground, his armor rattling. He was originally a nobleman, but he was also a fifth-level swordsman, and his powerful martial arts skills did not make him unsightly, but learned to be cautious from dangerous encounters, and also made him a patriarch. As soon as he knelt like this, there was a group of people who followed and knelt on the ground, these were all knights of the Tails family, the patriarch knelt down, why could they stand?

"Favored by the goddess of fate, this attack has not dishonored your prestige. Tails was convinced, a city was captured so easily, the number of battle losses was almost negligible, this kind of battle was unheard of by him, relying entirely on the power of wisdom, not as brutal as he had attacked Xiliu City with Bowen before. But I have to say that he likes this form of battle very much, at least he doesn't need to have a headache for attrition after the war, and he also has an explanation for his family and the knights who are loyal to him.

Wren grabbed the reins and glanced at Tails, feeling a pang of regret in his heart. In the end, he still couldn't force Tails, even if he made very excessive demands, this guy gritted his teeth and agreed, even if he was asked to "die" as a vanguard, he agreed. Such people also accounted for a considerable proportion of the nobility of the empire, and these nobles were not too aggressive and did not have the ambition to develop a pinnacle.

What they hope more is to stabilize and continue the glory and status of the family through management, and in layman's terms, such nobles are often representatives of the farming faction. Of course, farming does not mean that they will not actively ignore the interests, otherwise the Ball family will leave gloomily, and there will be nothing to do with Tails and his family.

"Arise, my warrior. Wren glanced at the mountain of corpses, "I have seen your bravery, I may not be familiar to you as a person, but after getting acquainted with me, you will find my kindness and generosity." As long as you and your family remain obedient to My will, I will give you glory. He brandished his horsewhip and pointed to the pile of corpses, "Immediately arrange for people to burn these corpses, as well as the corpses in the city, I don't want this to become a place where the plague is raging for a while." ”

"As you wish!", Tails shook his shoulders and the armor rattled again, and he immediately commanded his men to load the corpses into wagons and transport them outside the city to be burned. As for surrendering to Wren, he didn't think it was a shameful thing, Wren was indeed just a viscount, but he was a golden nobleman, superior to two ranks, and one rank higher than ordinary nobles. When Orlando I overthrew the Holy Empire, he made a sacred covenant with eleven other nobles of the Holy Bloodline, promising to govern the country together.

It can be said that the golden nobles are all royals, which is why the old guy in Hines called Wren "His Highness".

Surrendering to a royal nobleman is a blessing for a small nobleman like Tails who lives in a remote countryside, and many people can't ask for an opportunity. Once Wren's strength is restored, he will inevitably become a big man like the Prime Minister of the Empire again, and at that time, Tails will naturally be able to ascend to heaven.

Therefore, those who have a bad mind this year can only be civilians.

As if patrolling his own territory, Wren slowly walked down the widest road to the Lord's Palace. The civilians in the roadside houses looked out of the windows in horror through the gaps between the windows. They may have realized in their hearts that the city had gone through such a battle, sending away the old ruler and welcoming a new master. If you want to talk about hatred, it's not much, even though it's been run by the old owner for hundreds of years.

But if you want to say how much you like Wren, it's not quite, people have feelings, they can't hate Wren, but they can't like this person, at least he ruined the peace of the city, brought terror and death.

Gradually approaching the Lord's Mansion, Wren could already see an old man with more than thirty people standing in the aisle outside the Lord's Mansion. The chubby "merchant" grinned, not caring at all about his terrifying appearance covered in blood at this time.

"Well done!", Wren complimented after entering, this fat man was one of the leaders of the Templar Order, and he didn't look like a samurai and more like a waste snack. But Thor told Wren that this guy has a special bloodline talent that can store power in fat, and when necessary, he can quickly use his talent to transform fat into holy power, so as to achieve a long-lasting explosion. This talent is scarce, and the power of the bloodline has always been the object of discussion and research.

If this guy is not in the church, but in the Empire, I'm afraid he will soon become one of the materials for the Empire researchers.

He believed that those fellow golden nobles in the imperial capital would never want to see such a figure appear, and they would do everything they could to solve this threat. Of course, this secret was only circulated between Wren and the upper echelons of the church for the time being, and did not spread. So in the eyes of everyone, the fat man is a relational who became the head of the Templar Order through connections, not a true warrior.

Wren's gaze then turned to the old man, "On behalf of the Orlando Empire's golden nobles, I will judge you and your family for your crimes as the inheritor of the Holy Bloodline. He set aside a moment for the men to understand what he meant, and after a moment he continued: "Is there anything else you want to say?

The old man looked at Wren with tears in his eyes, eager to make a few holes in Wren's body, he raised his head proudly, and the sneering smile on the corner of his mouth was enough to fill the anger and fear in his heart. He is more of a victor than a loser, "My child will overthrow the Orlando family and you golden nobles who climb on the entire aristocratic class to suck the blood, and he will set the entire empire on fire with the flame of vengeance!"

"So you have nothing to say?", Wren had no interest in his nonsense and bowed slightly, "If you kneel down now and beg for my forgiveness, and order your son to disband the armed forces immediately, I will escort you to the imperial capital to be tried by the Imperial Diet, and you may have a chance to continue your bloodline." ”

The old man sneered, "You are delusional! I feel sick to my stomach when I look at you, you don't represent anyone, you are just a thief who has stolen power, that's all." In the end, my sacrifice, and that of all others, will prove worthwhile. Our sacrifice will be the force to open a new chapter in history, and you are destined to be reduced to dust and trampled underfoot!"

"Finished?", Wren smiled, "then as you wish, soldiers, cut off their heads, hang them on the flagpole, and tour the city for three days!"

The crowd behind the old man suddenly erupted in a huge cry and miserable wail, a woman in a luxurious dress rushed out of the crowd with a child only seven or eight years old, she fell to the ground under the obstruction of the soldiers, her eyes were tearful and her makeup, she cried and begged, "Please, let my child go, the child is innocent!"

Wren gave her a deep look, "Hatred will not fade with the passage of time, hatred is like a barrel of sweet wine, the longer it is stored, the deeper the hatred will be." His tone was deep and soothing, "I understand your thoughts, the child is innocent, but the blood in his body is guilty. You may think that I and my position are evil, but in my opinion, I am righteous, and everything I do is for more people and a better future. ”

"So, I ask you not to say the word innocent, which insults your elders and insults me. He waved his horsewhip, "Drag it down, execute it immediately." ”

In the midst of the cries that gradually ended, the rule of a family finally came to an end, and it became the slightest inconspicuous dust in history.

As more than thirty bloody heads were planted on the flagpole and paraded through the streets in the bloody and brutal air at sunset, the city gradually fell into peace.

When the sun shines again tomorrow morning, a new era will usher in here! )