"Izawa, don't think that if you have mastered this insignificant security soldier, you can be powerful on our heads! Please remember your identity, you are just a lowly civilian! Without the so-called orc alliance behind you, you are nothing!"

Looking at these aristocratic lords in front of him, whose faces were full of "nobility", Izawa laughed softly. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

There is always a group of people in this world, they are willing to fall, and they are full of yearning for "nobility" and "power", this group of people may have a glorious past, maybe they have a glorious surname, but in the end, they are just a group of "moths".

A group of "spiritual moths" who are addicted to their own imaginary dreams.

In their dreams, all the strong people who are lower than them are just ants, and they should be allowed to exploit them. Even, even if they are more noble and strong than them, this group of people can show their "strengths" to compare with others, and they can always find a lot of reasons for other people's garbage.

Bang!

Just when many old men were still immersed in their own glory, Ize's fist taught them what awe is!

Reverence for the strong, reverence for order, reverence for life!

"Do you think you're still a noble lord?"

Izawa's fist slammed into Aubrey, it can really be described as "fist to the flesh", as a silver powerhouse, Ize is really handy to deal with such a "master".

It can be said that all the people here combined, it is estimated that they can't beat a lowly "Izawa".

Reality, sometimes it's so cruel.

This group of people who were immersed in dreams were shocked that Ize actually dared to wave his fist at them.

"Nobles, I'm just a bunch of scumbags running away!

Punch after punch, Ize pinned Aubrey to the table, growling as he struck.

"All I know is that in the northern provinces there is a singing old earl who died in battle, and there is a large group of true nobles who died on the front line. These nobles, they deserve to be nobles, because they paid the price, they made sacrifices for their territory! And you, I don't see a baron named Aubrey among the fallen nobles in the northern provinces!"

Sonor!

"Don't move!"

Just as the other nobles watched the beaten Aubrey prepare to rescue, Simon's long sword on the side trembled and blocked this group of nobles who were about to move.

"And you, Lord Badar, as the first nobleman to serve as an official, you are the one who witnessed the development of Blackstone from a series of refugee tents to the beautiful and well-groomed residential area it is now. You are one of the first people to be entrusted with the administration of refugees, and everyone trusts you and everyone supports you, so that you can wear this beautiful garment and not have to work in the fields!"

"You, Grant Barlow, you came to Blackstone Town with only a shabby fur coat, because I heard that you were the nephew of Lord Barlow, the third viscount of the Northlands, and therefore, the town treated you with all kinds of favors, according to the lordship: you have a good uncle, and the descendants of heroes should not be forgotten......!

The entire conference room was silent, and the eyes of all the people who were accused by Ize were red.

"Enough, untouchable!"

The annoyed aristocrats rebuked themselves in anger for how ridiculous and pathetic their actions were when their hypocrisy was revealed.

"Enough, plop ......"

Throwing the dead dog-like Aubrey to the ground, Ize looked at the nobles, who were a little weak-hearted and a little annoyed, and let out a disdainful mock.

"Untouchables, I'm going to spare you today, just to fix this inch of Lord Aubrey, what I want to tell you is a very simple truth, there are no rights in this world for no reason, everything has a price. ”

Rumble!

Aggressive, Ize kicked Aubrey into the crowd with one kick, and said in a very cold voice: "Let me tell you another truth, in the Great Wilderness, in the face of people who are stronger than yourself, you must understand and be in awe!"

When the words fell, the momentum of Izawa's silver powerhouse exploded with all his strength, causing these noble lords to turn pale and their bodies to tremble.

"Really naïve nobles! Do you really think that the real rulers of Blackstone are savage, stupid orcs? Heh, you really don't know anything about power!"

"The next day, a heavy snowfall froze everyone to death, and all the able-bodied mobs who had distributed thick quilts...... Isn't it ironic? Isn't it familiar? That's the reason for the massive construction of residential buildings in the town!"

"Not long ago, it was also from your Northland, a group of ruffians who claimed to be deserters from the Northland Elite Legion, they wanted to make trouble, and in private they even got some weapons, which were all big soldier leaders who rolled out of the pile of corpses in the Northland......! A sudden accident at the construction site buried them all! The next day, in order to regulate the town's works, the iron tools began to be controlled!"

"And the mercenaries and bandits who have blended in with the refugees...... All of them have become dry bones in the snow!"

"This ...... This ...... "some timid and resourceful nobles were sweating like rain at the moment, and their teeth chattered in the cold winter.

"It's all done by those savage and stupid orcs?"

"Stupid, barbaric?hahaha, you noble lords! are really stupid and cute!" Izawa laughed so happily that tears were about to remain, and he pointed to these pale nobles and said, "Do you know what the old Blackstone Town was like?"

"In the past, Blackstone Town was a gathering place for a group of thugs, mercenaries and outlaws, and in order to pacify the town, this group of orcs issued a "sword ban", and at that time the real blood flowed like a river! After violating the bottom line of the orcs, they don't care who you are, who they see with a sword, and kill them directly! The real sword will not be picked up, who will dare to pick it up? Whoever picks it up and kills whom, and then picks it up and kills again! Kill until you dare not pick it up!"

Recalling that terrible period, Izawa still has lingering palpitations.

"Hehe, old man, the orcs are not those docile humans, you really dare to incite the refugees to resist, they really dare to wave their knives at you, this place is isolated from the outside world, I really want to kill you all here, I believe that there is no big nobleman who will cross the hills to crusade against the orcs!"

With Izawa's words, all the nobles present were as pale as earth, how could anyone dare to speak up, this group of people finally escaped from the Great Shura Field in the Northland, which shows their character, cowardice, hypocrisy, and greed for life and fear of death......

"I'll tell you one more piece of news! Do you know why I'm telling you this?" Izawa looked at them with pity, shook his head, and said, "These are the dark sides of the town......! Dead people don't leak secrets!"