Before the fire in the Moon Palace was ignited, the Elf King Bartlet's mood was beautiful.

As a conqueror, he once again stepped into a city with a long history, and his mood was naturally extraordinary.

As early as yesterday, he was keenly aware of the movement of the coalition forces and was ready to attack. Sure enough, in the evening, he received the news of the defeat of the coalition army, and the next morning he hurriedly marched from the northwest, invincible all the way, and arrived at the city effortlessly as if he were cutting tofu.

Rather, there was no decent resistance at all. On the one hand, because most of the coalition forces have been defeated, there are no troops to stop them, and even the defeated soldiers can be seen along the way;

It was now midday, and Bartlet was strolling through the streets with great interest. For most of the past half a month, the successive wars have left this famous city empty, and it has a bit of a depression. The occasional resident who remained also closed their doors and windows tightly, hiding in the house and staring at the group of conquerors in horror.

Occasionally, there was an angry scolding mixed with the helpless crying of a woman in the streets, which was the robbery and venting of the soldiers under Bartlet's command. As the victor, Bartlet turned a blind eye to the situation. It's not because of the lack of discipline under Bartlet's command, but in his opinion, these people who have submitted to Meghan are some chaotic people, and since they have chosen to rebel, they must bear the corresponding price. Of course, a bigger part of the reason is that this place belongs to them in the first place, and these soldiers are taking back what belongs to them, aren't they?

Of course, at this time, Bartlet had not yet received news from Alpha.

But soon, his mood was not so beautiful.

The first thing a general conqueror does when he enters the city is to besiege and control the notification center and the actual command center that control the entire city. The elite soldiers under Bartlet's command were using a kind of straggler formation, encircling and sweeping towards the Moon Palace. Bartlet asked, pulling over a soldier who was in a hurry.

"Where is the Puppet King now?"

The pseudo-king here refers to a hasty enthronement ceremony held by Meghan at that time. He didn't know that the current commander of the coalition was no longer Meghan, but Calvin. For anyone who dares to covet his throne, Bartlet will certainly not let it go so easily.

"The great son of the moon god, my king, it is said that the puppet king is still in the Moon Palace, and he was holding a banquet all night last night, so he should not have woken up yet!"

The soldier's face was excited, it was a great achievement to be able to catch the puppet king!

Oh, drunk and dreaming of death?

This is also a helpless choice.

The corners of Bartlet's mouth curved into a wicked arc, and he waved his hand to let the soldier go.

"Go, go, if you can capture him alive, this king will not be stingy!"

But he summoned the escort team, and followed the large army with great interest, mainly to see the kind of stunned Megan when he saw himself appear in front of him, of course, it would be more perfect to see Yifeng.

But apparently, today he is doomed to disappointment.

When he arrived at the Moon Palace, most of the palace was already under his control, except for the main hall, where there was sporadic resistance in front of the lighthouse-like building that was several stories high. That is the core of the palace, the first floor is the council hall, where the military council is held, and the third floor is above the dormitory, where Bartlet used to like to enjoy the feeling of looking down on the living beings from above on that protruding balcony, holding a wine glass.

The last group of loyal followers of the puppet king, about a few hundred, at the entrance to the main entrance of the palace, piled up with antler fences and other obstacles, were confronting their own troops from afar. But their blank eyes and trembling hands betrayed the fear in their hearts. If nothing else, this will be the last battle of their lives.

If it were in normal times, Bartlet would not hesitate to brutally hang them one by one on the city tower, so that future generations could be warn and see what happened to the rebels. But today, Bartlet's mood is good.

He parted the crowd, without a guard, and came forward with a smile on his face and a whip in his hand.

This is not Bartlet's toda, at this distance, although the archers can easily shoot him, but with their own skills, no one should be able to hurt him. A larger part of the reason is that he thinks that at this time, no one would dare to risk such a king's wrath and do it to himself. After all, he is the victor, and the life and death of everyone in this city depends on Bartlet's mood.

"Warriors, you have done your duty! Don't put up a futile resistance! Lay down your arms and surrender, and I will forgive you for your innocence!"

For these warriors who fought until the last moment, Bartlet's heart was full of respect.

The soldiers on the opposite side were relieved, and many seemed to hesitate, but a general-like man stopped the uproar of the soldiers, who took off his hat and saluted, and greeted Bartlett from a distance across the fence.

"Your Excellency Bartlet, the Conqueror, we appreciate your kindness. But there are only heroes who die in battle, and there are no cowards. Please allow us a decent death!"

I was obviously not very disappointed with the result. Those who have been able to hold out until now are some diehards, and there are very few cases of surrender. Bartlet sighed softly.

"Very well! Your request will be met! Excuse me, where is the puppet king now? Tell him to come out to me? I will also give him a decent ending!"

Bartlet still has a lot of impressions of Megan, the elder, and remembers that when the tribes came to meet him, Bartlet personally received him. He is a loyal elder, and he has come to this point, and in retrospect, he is also embarrassed.

However, the general's face was angry, as if he was very dissatisfied with the object of his allegiance. Admittedly, compared with this group of loyal warriors who would rather die in battle, Meghan's choice to be drunk and dream of death is very despicable.

Before the general could answer, Bartlet had already found the answer.

Because at this moment, a loud laugh suddenly rushed above the head.

When I looked up, Calvin had a crazy face on the balcony where he liked to stay, holding a wine glass in one hand and a torch in the other.

"Haha, I'm the king of the elves! This seat is mine, and none of you can take it away! Why don't you meet your great king soon!"

How could it be him!?

So where did Megan go!?

Suddenly, the boss of Bartlet's mouth opened, and there was a bad premonition in his heart.

"No! Your Majesty!"

Suddenly, there was an exclamation from behind him, and his personal guard pounced on him, grabbed him and dragged him back.

"They want to set themselves on fire!"

No wonder I always felt that something was wrong! It turned out that the air was filled with the smell of fire oil.

Bartlet no longer bothered to worry about who was the puppet king. Because Calvin on the roof of the building began to pour the drink over his head, he threw down the torch.

Rise~~~

A ball of fire suddenly fluffed up.

Calvin's laughter could be faintly heard in the firelight.

"Haha, I'm the Elven King!" )