The next morning, a slanting sun fell on the mottled walls of the Emerald City. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The potholed black masonry walls are riddled with potholes.

After countless wars, all that remains is the bits and grooves left by the battering stone projectiles.

The city is not big, and it is enough to hold about 200,000 people.

Even among all the principalities' capitals, the Emerald City is extremely small.

The army of tens of thousands of blood lions had returned to the camp outside the city, and Kane, accompanied by Thero and several of his own soldiers, led the carriage towards the east gate.

The wheels are rolling, and the horses' hooves are clattering.

The snow in the extreme cold reflects the snow-covered scenery of the northern country.

"General. At the heavily guarded city gate, a group of soldiers straightened their waists, held halberds in their left hands, and stretched their right palms straight in front of their foreheads, and performed a standard military salute.

"Take a break!" Selo nodded nonchalantly, reining in his horse's reins, and headed into the city.

Kane looked up, dozens of archers on the city gate tower were waiting for him, murderous, and on the plaque on the front door of the building, three blood-red characters depicting gold edges were reflected in Kane's eyes, full of anger.

Hundred Kills Gate -

"The three armies went out to kill a hundred people, and they vowed not to return if they did not slaughter the enemy city. Selo dusted off the snow that fell on his body, his tone was slightly lonely, and he insisted on the horsewhip and pointed to the plaque, "This plaque is made by burning the ashes of hundreds of thousands of soldiers, and this word is written by the Grand Duke dipped in the blood of thousands of fallen soldiers." ”

Even though Kane's heart is comparable to that of a cold glacier, he can't help but be moved when he hears this.

"The foundation of the Emerald City is paved with countless bones. Thelo glanced at Kane, his words meaningful.

"It's never that easy to live. Kane whispered, took one last look at the sinister doorway, and struck his horse forward.

In the city, the crowds are surging, but there is also a bit of prosperity, but I always feel a little lacking in anger, adding a bit of a sense of gloom and slaughter.

Whether it is the residents or the shops, it seems so tight, giving people a feeling of depression and hard to breathe.

Horse neighing.

Wheel stop.

Under the plaque on the door of the Grand Duke's Mansion, two fierce and vicious ball-swallowing stone lions sat in front of four red-lacquered stone pillars, staring at passers-by.

A small window on the side of the three-meter-tall wooden door with brass nails opened open, and an old thin, shriveled head poked out.

That's the gatekeeper in the gatehouse.

"Coming?" the sickly old man glanced at Thelo, his eyes fixed on Kane for a few seconds, and then swept quickly across the carriage that followed him.

A touch of wonder flashed on the wrinkled old face.

"Hmm. Thelo nodded.

"I'll go and report. The door closed the window, and in a few moments the front door opened.

"Let's go. Selo nodded at Kane and rolled over and dismounted, "You follow me in, and the others are waiting outside the door." ”

Kane hesitated slightly, glancing at the carriage behind him out of the corner of his eye.

A sense of coercion came from inside the house.

A stone mountain, falling from the sky, smashed towards the carriage.

Kane was so shocked that he was about to rush to rescue Lilian in the car, when with a roar, the stone mountain exploded into pieces in the sky above the carriage, as if it had smashed on an invisible light mask.

"It's absolutely safe here. Thero turned a blind eye and said in a somewhat solemn tone, "Also, never question the strength of Grand Duke Eisenhow." ”

Kane's face was slightly pale, and he rarely chose to forbear, followed behind Sein, and walked silently towards the door.

The Grand Duke's Mansion is not big, walk through the main hall, walk through the garden that hundreds of meters of the promenade, is the Grand Duke's daily rest and living Tinghai Palace.

Instead of entertaining guests in the main hall, Grand Duke Eisenhower set the meeting place at his residence, much to Kane's astonishment.

The Guanjiang shop on the left side of the Guanjiang Hall is the place where the guest Qing Erlang in the house studies and learns martial arts, and the Baifang Garden on the right is the residence of the female dependents of the family.

Listening to the sea and watching the river, the grass is sad.

This Grand Duke Eisenhower is also quite proud, or ambitious.

Listen to the sea hall, the main hall.

A picture of the Rivers and Mountains is hung in the middle hall, and in front of the painting is a carved mahogany table, on the left and right of the wooden table is a high-backed wooden chair in the style of the Orient of the continent, and on the chair on the left is the ruler of the Duchy of Orrick, the seventeenth-level warlord Eisenhow.

"Sit. Eisen's voice was as loud as his own, rough and domineering, like a golden bell drum that shook the seat slightly.

Thero bowed slightly, and instead of sitting next to the Grand Duke, he chose the first chair on the lower left side of the Grand Duke.

It's not that Thero was afraid of Eisenhow, but this grand duke, who has killed countless people and seems to have heard countless grievances wailing, is his eternal mentor and commander.

Eisenhower was first the Marshal of the Blood Lion and then the Grand Duke of the Duchy of Orrick.

And Thero was first a subordinate of Eisenhow, and then a lieutenant general of the Blood Lion Legion.

Soldiers should swear allegiance to the death, which has nothing to do with identity, has nothing to do with strength, and has nothing to do with the unbearable fame and fortune.

Kane thought for a moment, crossed his hands over his waist, and stood sideways on top of the main hall.

"Kane?" said Grand Duke Eisenhow's temples were gray, and the wrinkles on his face spoke of the ruthlessness of the years.

It's just that the eyes that flickered under the inverted eyebrows that were not angry and arrogant were like shooting out the blade, piercing and cold.

"Yes. The young man looked at the Grand Duke without fear, and his eyes were full of fearlessness and unyielding.

"Holy relic?" the Grand Duke seemed to dislike, and his tone increased slightly.

The feeling of coercion felt outside the door of the Grand Duke's Mansion greeted him, and Kane suddenly felt that hundreds of pounds of rock had been lifted on his shoulders.

"No, I'm human!" the young man's cheeks were sweaty and his face was as red as blood.

"Huh, talk back?" Eisenhow's face was even more displeased, and the momentum of the outward release was like substance, so that Kane wanted to fall to his knees and fall to the ground on all fours.

"I am not a thing, I am a person. With every word Kane breathed, he took a deep breath, his face flushed like a balloon that was about to burst.

As soon as the words fell, Kane opened his mouth, and blood mist spurted out, and he immediately felt that his body was lighter and much more comfortable.

Even though Kane has a third-level godhead and a dark heart, his body has been reshaped by unknown forces.

But he didn't have the slightest force, but he was only slightly stronger than ordinary people.

The power of the seventeenth-level demon general was enough to crush his bones.

I don't know what the Grand Duke has in mind, but the moment Kane fell from the clouds of the Holy Gate, his heart has changed greatly.

If it weren't for chance, I'm afraid that he and Lilian would have been burned ashes.

What is there to fear from death?

What qualifications do gods and demons have to decide the survival of living beings in the world?

How can the strong decide the life and death of the weak?

"Scared?" said Grand Duke Dwight D. Eisenhow's lips with a slight smile.

"Afraid!" Kane snapped out the words between his teeth, resisting the pressure.

"Don't want to resist?" said Grand Duke Eisenhower, who seemed to be stubborn.

"You think, you can't beat it?" Kane told the truth.

"Oh?" said the Grand Duke's eyes with a hint of disdain, "and if you kill your poor sister, will you resist?"

"No, it won't. Kane's reply made the disdain on Eisenhow's face even more palpable: "I will live until the day when I can die with you." ”

Death, not terrible.

The terrible thing is to live for the sake of death.