The events of the new diocese that caused the turmoil in the wasteland finally evolved into a black cloud that enveloped the entire wasteland, and then brought war and blood. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Inside the city of Takir, northeast of Sauron.

The desperate wails, the panicked flights, the screams of fear, and the blood and corpses that spread from the south side of the town to the city made for a suffocating epitome of hell, all brought about by a young man riding a purebred Caucasian warhorse. He was about 20 years old, rugged-looking, dressed in blood-stained coarse linen clothes, galloping across the potholed dirt road of Takir, and he quickly caught up with the middle-aged man in front of him, screaming in terror and trying to flee from death, and then raised his broad greatsword, laughed wildly, and stooped down at high speed, cutting the man in two at the waist, and the viscous blood splashed on his face again.

But he just wiped the scarlet blood that blocked his view, and turned his horse's head, without glancing at the man who was not dead.

The civilians hiding behind the stone houses around them shivered, looking at the demonic men, they didn't even dare to breathe.

Fortunately, the young man's eyes were clearly free of these vile pariahs, and he laughed unbridledly, and he galloped back to the south of the city.

Then when he appeared in front of the door of the inconspicuous small manor in the south of the city, his entourage had already assembled and waited at the door, and as far as the eye could see, the entire manor was surrounded by blood and corpses, and even the wooden door of the manor was stained with blood, he did not dismount, grinned and showed his white teeth, and asked casually, kill them all, are you sure there is no one alive? After receiving an affirmative answer, he looked around the manor again, his eyes suddenly fell on a pile of weeds in the manor fence, he smirked and stepped directly on the weeds, and unexpectedly heard a faint scream and moan, he fiercely crushed the weeds back and forth at least 5 times, and then stopped and motioned to his followers to lift the weeds.

The corpse of a dead little boy slowly revealed, and the flesh and blood of the little face were blurred.

The young man suddenly shouted: "Don't you understand how to kill them all? Search carefully, and leave no one behind!"

The attendant swordsmen trembled and hurriedly dispersed, once again sweeping the small manor.

......

The young man bathed in blood and hideous finally returned to the exquisite manor in the northwest corner of Sauron, the purebred Caucasian war horse that was good at long-distance travel did not take much time on the road, he appeared at the gate of the manor, as if he had been waiting there, Lady Mary watched the man jump off the war horse and stretched out his bloody hand towards her towering chest, she was disgusted to push this bloody hand, regardless of the blood on her hands, and said indifferently: "Sir Julian's family is dead?" Louie, counting Julian, three knights have been killed by you during this time, I would love to know who you will do next, are you going to kill all your servants?"

The young man, the former Marquis of Sauron's second in line to the throne, Young Master Louis, carried the big sword in his hand, and he was not angry at Lady Mary's attitude, and laughed: "As long as these damned servants dare to have the idea of betraying me, then no matter who they are, they can only face this fate." ”

"It's so majestic and domineering, the problem is that now you are killing some servants in name only, and when the servants in other towns who really hold real power join forces to resist, what will you do? Just rely on the reserve knights with less than 300 people in your hands? Louie, can you not be so naïve?" Lady Mary laughed angrily, but of course it could only be a sneer.

Louis frowned, he was simple-minded, but not stupid, so of course he could hear Madame Mary's sarcasm, but then, with his towering chest and huge ass, he quickly smoothed his brow, and he laughed again: "What are you afraid of, isn't there still that old dog Francis? Besides, as long as there is any change in my territory, it must be suppressed as soon as possible, which is the meaning of the old dog, and of course he will support it." ”

Lady Mary was speechless.

She chose Louie at the beginning because Louie was simple-minded and relatively easy to control, but how could she have thought that simple-mindedness was indeed simple, the question was that she could control this madman who only saw killing in her eyes?

Of course, Francis would support him, and even Francis wished that he would kill all of Sauron's servants, and then logically take over Sauron's territory north of Sauron, or give it to Stuart, it was too simple, at that time, what use was there for Louis, who had lost all his servants?

Madame Mary knew these things very well, and she should have patiently let Louis know them, but for some reason, Madame Mary suddenly found that she was too lazy to say such a simple truth.

Is it despair?

She looked blankly at Louie, who was covered in blood.

The burly young master Louis, perceiving that she could no longer speak, laughed heartily, put aside the bloody greatsword in his hand, and at once he carried Madame Mary on his shoulders and walked towards the manor.

Killing and women are the simplest worldview of Master Louie.

Following Louis's footsteps, Madame Marie, who was slightly swaying on her shoulder, was indifferent.

There is no problem with her initial plan, if everything goes well, Francis will definitely need Louis to be the agent on the table of the Sauron family, then, she can take the opportunity to control Louis, encroach on Sauron, and finally establish an independent kingdom of her own without Francis, but the problem is that the plan can never keep up with the changes, who would have thought that Sauron's first heir, the handsome and charming young master Arteras, would not only not die, but cause trouble to Francis? Who would have thought that the news of a new diocese in the wilderness could make Francis completely anxious?

In particular, Madame Mary was also very aware that the recent news had made the people in Louis's territory anxious, and she felt even more desperate when she tried to stay away from Francis, who was not in such a good situation as she imagined, and to join Artelas, who was not dead.

It can be said that it is very likely that there is no need to wait for Francis to occupy the territory of Sauron that Louis can still control, as long as Stuart does not come to take over, Louis continues to be so stupid, and the roaring lion banner belonging to the Sauron family will fly again in the sky of Sauron at any time.

This is undoubtedly a terrible thing, and Madame Marie knows very well that at that time, Louis will not die or not, she will definitely only face death, and these despicable nobles who are eager to show merit to Artelas will definitely tear her, the person who incited Louis to betray the old lion, to shreds in the first place, and what can she do? Impossible, just with Francis's suspicious personality, just look at the big deal he can make against Sauron in advance because of his suspicions, and you can imagine what a terrible fate Francis will face for her, who has become suspicious of her.

She has no way to live.

Madame Marie's head hung limply over Louis's broad, but insulated shoulders.

She suddenly remembered someone.

Then she finally remembered the subtle reminder she had planted for that person in Ferry City.

Her dead eyes instantly took on a brilliance.

With this most absurd thought in mind, and remembering that the current chaos in the wasteland was almost entirely due to that terrifying young man, she subconsciously looked up to the southwest of the wasteland.

A seed called 'Hope' quickly took root and grew in her brain.

She knows the absurd, but she has no choice.

......

The turmoil northwest of Sauron soon spread to the lands southeast of Sauron.

Due to the pressure of the events in the new diocese, Francis could no longer encircle him with all his might, so Arthras left the jungle with his servants and temporarily stationed on the outskirts of the town of Istanbul, and at this time, in his small tent, facing the servants of Sauron, who loyally followed him even in difficult circumstances, he carefully analyzed their current situation and what they should do next, and made detailed and careful arrangements, and was always ready to guard against Francis's sudden attack.

"My lord, I think we should still do our best to take the small town of Albasan, on the one hand, to expand our space for activities, and on the other hand, Albasan also has the supplies we urgently need. ”

Wearing a dirty gray cloak, his appearance is still handsome, but his temperament is obviously only indifferent Artelas tilted his head and looked at the Viscount of Tolst who gave him advice, in his small remaining circle, Viscount Tolst is undoubtedly the one with the most voice, this is not only because Tolst was the first to get closer to him, but more importantly, the 200 knights in Tolst's hands with an average fighting strength of at least level 3 or higher are the largest one in themselves, so Arthras must give this viscount a considerable degree of attention anyway。

But of course, it would be foolish to think that Tolst really chose Arthras because of his loyalty to Sauron.

Whenever Arthras remembered the 'suggestion' or request made by Viscount Tolster when he first arrived at him, he couldn't help but sneer secretly.

He said coldly: "I don't need space to move, let alone the so-called supplies, the most important thing we should do now is to take advantage of Francis's knights to annihilate Francis's living force as much as possible, as for supplies, there are not enough horses to grab, not enough weapons to plunder the enemy's weapons, not enough food can also be plundered, besides, tree roots and weeds will not make us weak." ”

Tree roots and weeds are the main sources of food for the once noble and glorious Young Master Artelas.

Viscount Tolst didn't say anything more, and the smartest thing about this bearded man was that he would never oppose Arthras in the presence of others.

The curtain of the tent was suddenly lifted.

Even Dimit, who had a cold temperament on his feet, quietly appeared beside Arthras and reported to him the latest situation from the northwest.

Artelas's expression remained calm, unchanged, no matter how important and beautiful the news was to him.

Inevitably, however, the atmosphere in the camp grew hotter, and the remnants of Sauron, who had been tormented and desperate for so long, finally saw the light of day.

Arthras slowly raised the corners of his lips and looked around at the servants beside him, he narrowed his eyes that were no longer charming, and said categorically: "We need a victory, a victory that brings confidence to the north, as long as those traitors in the north know that we are still alive and fighting, I believe that they will choose to return to Sauron's arms, and I, of course, will not refuse." ”

He smiled rarely, though the narrow scar on his face made his smile mean and sharp, and he said, "I must thank my cruel brother for his stupidity always being so creative." ”

There was a neat laugh in the tent for the first time in a long time.

The light of day seems to be within reach.

......

"Dawn?"

Count Stuart, who also got the bloody news of Sauron's heading north, frowned quietly, he didn't make much action during this time, neither approached Francis according to the original agreement, nor did he pay attention to the reactions of Louis or Arthras, the two heirs of Sauron, just transferred his subordinate knights to be stationed at the edge of Louis's territory, he has been waiting for the most suitable time, even if he knows that the Louis territory promised by Francis is already within reach for him, but he still waits cautiously and does not rush to seize it.

The influence of the new diocese is too great, he doesn't know if Francis can survive this impact, and he doesn't know if even if he kills Arteras, then Francis, who will eventually face Alfred, will survive, of course he doesn't dare to bet all on Francis's scales, yes, he is ambitious, but he is also very stable and restrained, he also knows very well that only by living can he realize his ambitions, and if he dies, there is nothing, where can he talk about so-called ambitions.

But of course, according to what he knew about Francis's old dog who was good at forbearance, it wasn't that simple.

The best gamblers are definitely not crazy people who gamble to get the most out of the table, nor are they cowards who cower and watch their interests slip away, but can only be the ultimate victor who would rather give up part of their interests.

Standing on his castle with his hands in his hands, Stuart looked in the direction of the city of Sauron, and wondered to himself: "Is this the dawn, or is this the tomb that Francis dug for Artelas?"