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The noble emperor wandered irritably on his throne, the messy scroll under his feet flickering with the fluctuation of magic, and lines of words continued to appear from the scroll, bringing information from afar to the front.

"Waste, it's all waste!" Saltin, the emperor of the Fire Lion Empire, roared angrily, and the majesty of the emperor made hundreds of people below tremble and couldn't raise their heads, "One day, the orcs took down two cities in a row and slaughtered 800,000 civilians, and what about the soldiers of the Fire Lion Empire? ”

"Your Majesty, please be angry. Prime Minister Rosbal stared at the majesty of the emperor and stepped forward, and said with a sad face: "The 100,000 defenders of the city died 8,000 people, which is already a battle loss that has not been lost for hundreds of years, Your Majesty, the soldiers are panicked, and they are waiting one by one, if Your Majesty sends a thunderous anger at this time, then the 100,000 soldiers and the big nobles and lords behind them must be dissatisfied in their hearts, if they are not handled well, it will cause the soldiers to admonish." ”

Sardin's eyes widened, and the flaming lion ran from its dark pupils, roaring and roaring, "So, do you want me to endure this shame and instead reward this group of ruined dogs who have discredited the Empire!"

"Your Majesty is cautious. Rothbal wiped the cold sweat on his fat face, his little eyes dodged around, he pondered for a moment, and said: "They are the backbone of the empire, hundreds of years of affluent life have allowed them to accumulate countless wealth, their strength is probably beyond our imagination, they ......"

"Shut up!"

As soon as Saldin turned around, the long sword "Qiang" branded with the fire lion pattern came out of the sheath, and the sharp light was wrapped in scorching heat, all over the palace, and the nine rounds of scorching sun were angry behind him, and the scorching breath surged out, and a huge fire lion phantom stood proudly behind Saldin, and the angry brown pupils were condescending, staring at the hundreds.

"I am the king!" Saldin roared, wielding the long sword in his hand, and the terrifying power far beyond the peak of the Nine Days Rank turned into flames and slashed wildly in all directions, "Everyone must obey me, I am the highest voice in this country, and the existence of all those who resist must be destroyed!"

"But...... Your Majesty. Rothbal collapsed on the ground and shouted in a trembling voice, "But now that the orcs are invading, it is a race that rules a world, and we must gather all our strength to be able to protect our people!"

"Is it just guarded!" Saldin smashed a scroll under his feet, and the blood-red 800,000 on it reflected his eyes, "800,000 blood, 800,000 people, that's 800,000!"

"But Your Majesty, the Fire Lion Empire is far more than 800,000 people!"

Rothbal mustered up the courage to roar, and in the face of the irascible monarch, any resistance would be easily beheaded in the next moment, but, as Prime Minister, he had to speak his voice, not for himself, but for the people who had sent him to this position.

"Bang Dang"

The long sword was casually discarded, and Saldin turned his head to look at the nine huge suns representing the Nine Days class behind him, and a deep powerlessness penetrated the majestic monarch.

The reality is always so helpless, 800,000 people have become sacrifices under the manipulation of a group of nobles, and as a monarch, they can only roar in this palace, and they can't even send an order to reprimand, how sad it is.

The nine **** days behind him gradually dimmed, and the sense of powerlessness in Saldin's body faded, as a monarch, he had no qualifications to pity, he turned around stiffly, and did the throne that entrenched countless lions, and slowly did it.

"Tell the nobles that I hope this war will stop at one and a half million......"

Rothbal was slightly pleased, the monarch gave in, and although the seven hundred thousand was a little less, the greedy nobles really should be hit, lest they be too blind.

“...... Otherwise, I will consider the Second Duke taking the Fire Lion Legion to ...... one by one."

"Hum~"

Sardin's words came to an abrupt end, and hundreds of eyes swept over, full of surprise.

On the chaotic ground, a scroll hummed, silver light flickered, and a series of magic fluctuations spread rapidly, passing through the chaotic scrolls above, transmitted to everyone.

Saldin snorted slightly, stood up, bent down, lifted dozens of scrolls, picked up the humming continuous scroll, swept slightly, his pupils constricted violently, and his somewhat tired face was instantly filled with anger.

"You goddamn parasites!"

The fire lion roared, and the explosion resounded above the palace, and the huge magic array in the palace was suddenly touched, and countless flame patterns came to life in an instant, bursting out countless fires and intertwined together, outlining a huge magic array.

Rothbal's heart was full of alarm bells, he didn't know what Saldin saw, but he knew that there was definitely no good news on the scroll, Saldin's appearance put all the bad conjectures into practice, "Your Majesty......"

"Boom"

The flames soared into the sky, and the majestic phantom of the fire lion appeared in the firelight, about a thousand meters high, like a legendary giant beast, stepping on the sky and the earth, the capital of the entire Fire Lion Empire, Tanding City, was placed under his shadow, and the majesty of the King of Ten Thousand Beasts spread to all directions in an instant, shrouding the entire Fire Lion Empire under majesty.

Lion City, Swar City, Kivolk City, Twistman City...... One hundred and twenty-seven cities, one hundred and twenty-seven magic arrays operated at the same time, condensing one hundred and twenty-seven much smaller fire lions, the fire lions roared, countless unknown fire element spaces were opened, and a large number of fire elements gushed out at the same time, expelling the cold frost that had shrouded the Fire Lion Empire for ten years.

"Warmth, long-lost warmth. ”

Ordinary people stood up from the houses one after another, feeling some of the hot fire elements on their sides, cheering and jumping.

And in the palace, Sardin sat on the throne high, his whole body spitting firelight, the roar of the long sword in his hand was inserted in front of him, and the burning pupils of anger stared at the sweaty officials below.

Rosbal looked at the words on the scroll in his hand, his fat face trembled, he had just persuaded the monarch to spare the 100,000 soldiers and the great nobles behind him, and when he was rejoicing that he had prevented a civil war, the scroll was like a slap in the face.

Scroll: Count Sawasiri, Count Mekarisai and the thirteen viscounts abandoned the city of Ikuku with 200,000 private soldiers and marched inland, and the city was breached within an hour, and 1.2 million people were martyred.

............

In a reservoir city, the huge city gate was shattered, and the scratches on the broken stones were densely packed, which could reach several inches deep, and the powder-like white ash was sprinkled on the ground, mixed with blood and coagulated into small lumps. On the pimple, the black hair stood on end, gradually condensing into a weeping face.

"Smack"

Blood-colored claws stepped on it, weeping faces dispersed, and the corners of his bitter mouth twisted into a smile that seemed to cry without crying.

"Orcs, I'll go to your ancestors. ”

The defenders pounced out of the house, the kitchen knife in their hands slashed at the orc's neck, and without even looking at it, they bit it hard, and the remaining strength of their bodies burst out, and they tore off a large piece of minced meat with a "tearing" sound.

"Roar~" The orc cried out in pain, the pain extinguished the pleasure of killing in his mind, and the pleasure in his eyes turned into anger in an instant.

With just one shock, the orc's blood and qi tumbled, like a dragon, and rushed towards the soldiers.

"Smack"

Just like a watermelon bursting, the soldier's mouth full of flesh and blood didn't have time to swallow, the whole head exploded into a blood flower, the milky white brain slurry splashed the orc's face, the orc's dark red tongue stretched out, licked it violently, and the sound of sucking came, and the snow-white brain pulp pulled a long silk and was swallowed by the orc.

The orc has not yet relieved his anger, his blood-red eyes stared at the dead soldier, he smiled hideously, the beast claws stretched, and the soldier's neck was only a hole, grabbed, and tore it violently, "tearing" sound, the soldier's green and smelly intestines were directly pulled out, and on the intestines, the blue-purple internal organs dripped and pulled the viscous liquid, and fell to the ground with a clatter, and the orc's eyes suddenly showed a fascinated color, and he took a big mouth.

The green intestines with bruised internal organs were filled into the bloody mouth, the bloodshot fangs were chewed, the undigested food and feces were mixed together, the color was black and yellow, and it was swallowed into the throat by a mouthful of saliva.

"Hiccup~" The orc gave a stench of belching satisfaction, holding the soldier's tattered half-pulled body, and howled towards the city.

"Brother!"

In the room, a dozen soldiers let out a low roar of pain, and it seemed that a wild beast was locked in their throats, in the fiery hoarseness of the diaphragm, to rush out, rush forward, and avenge the soldier who had died in battle.

"Hold back, you must not be exposed, I will double that soldier's commission. Beside him, Baron Rikaia, dressed in satin, waved his hand anxiously, trying to stop the impulse of a dozen soldiers, God, this was his last hope, his last hope to return alive.

Thinking of this, Baron Rikaia's heart was full of anger, the two old things of Count Savasiri and Count Mecalisai only notified the thirteen nobles with the title of viscount when they fled, and the other nobles such as barons and knights were completely abandoned, without even a little warning, and even, when they fled, this group of damned nobles took away seventy percent of the private soldiers of each baron, and the rest were all old, weak, sick and disabled, and some couldn't even get on the war horse.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!" Rekaia cursed the fifteen nobles who had lost their conscience frantically, and his heart was filled with unquenchable anger, so that he didn't even notice the greed and anger that suddenly erupted from the dozen or so soldiers when they heard the phrase.

"Lord, let's go, or we won't be able to leave at all when the orcs come back. One of the soldiers, who looked like a captain, spoke.

Baron Rikaia nodded hurriedly, "Okay, you must protect me, as long as I am safe, you will definitely be able to get gold coins that are worth more than your lives." ”

The soldier turned around and exchanged a few glances with a few soldiers, then turned his head and said to Rekaia with a solemn face: "Lord Baron, now we have to divide our troops into two ways, all the way ......"

Rekaia's voice instantly raised, "No, I don't, why do you want to divide the army into two ways? Wouldn't that make it easier to die? Are you trying to kill me?"

"No, absolutely not. The soldier hurriedly waved his hand, "Lord Baron, you must know that we are protecting you for the gold coins, and without the gold coins, we are not obligated to protect you." ”

"I am the baron of the Empire, how can you not be obliged to fight for me. Rekaia hissed, a shrill voice that traveled far away.

In the distance, an orc moved its ears and turned its head to look in this direction suspiciously.

"Damn. The soldier's face changed suddenly, and he reflexively pressed Rikaia to the bottom of him, "If you don't want to die, shut up." ”

Rikaia struggled a few times, as if sensing the murderous aura of the soldier, and whined twice, but finally stopped.

The orc looked around suspiciously, and found that there was no trace, and turned around again, running in the direction of the city. The soldier let out a sigh of relief and rolled over and dismounted from Rikaia's body.

"I warn you, if you do this again I will throw you out and leave you, a few of us have a better chance of living, you should have seen the miserable condition of that soldier just now, if you want to live, give me obedient obedience. ”

"Good. "Rikaia was in a mess, and was almost discovered by the orcs to sober up from his title, he is not a fool to become a baron, and naturally understands that it is different from the past, there is no so-called identity, status, and strength here is the root of everything, and he actually has no strength, so the dozen soldiers in front of him are his last hope for survival.

The soldier was very satisfied with Rekaia's attitude, his face was a little gentle, and he said: "Okay, now tell me, where are all your gold coins? I will separately assign a part of the people to take it, of course, it should be ours, you take it, it should not be ours, we will give it to you." ”

"No, no, it's all on me, and all my money has been exchanged for bills, which are kept in noble trading houses, and can be collected anywhere. ”

"Oh?" the soldier's voice suddenly lengthened, and his eyes flashed subtly a few times, "So, we can save trouble." ”

"Yes, yes, yes. Rikaia said eagerly, "Let's go quickly, as long as I make sure I live, I will definitely pay you a lot of commission when I get there." ”

"Don't worry, we will protect you......" the soldier smiled, and said with certainty, every word was loud, "...... will definitely give your gold coins out safely. ”

"Poof"

Rekaia looked horrified at the sword that pierced through her chest, her eyes filled with fear and anger.

“...... As for you, die, Lord Baron. ”

"Poof"

The long sword was drawn, taking away the last hope of Rikaia to live, Rikaia felt empty in his chest, and the bill with heavy numbers written on it was pulled from his chest, he looked up and saw that the leading soldier stuffed the bill that belonged to him into his arms, then turned around, waved his hand, and a dozen soldiers quickly disappeared into the ruins.

"Woo woo woo ......" Rikaia staggered, two clumps of blood spat out from the corners of her mouth, dripping down her body, staining her expensive silk robes with blood. With a "bang", he fell to the ground, and blood suddenly spurted out, making a "bang" sound like a fountain.

“......”

"Five million four hundred and twenty thousand. ”

Jin Li held the Book of Light Messenger, looking at the suddenly beating numbers on the gray page, a faint arc appeared on the corner of his cold mouth, he raised his head, the desperate soul of this city that was about to become history surged like a tide, wailing, crying and drowning him, he smiled, and the darkness in his eyes became deeper and deeper. (To be continued.) )