On the outskirts of Saifan Harbor, on a piece of red earth near the coastline.

A dozen or so Willantes carried rifles in their hands, smoking cigarettes as they looked at the diggingmen in the distance.

There were men, women, old people and even small children.

Apparently the Verantes did not intend to measure their height by wheels, but chose to do the same.

They carried shovels in their hands, sobbing tremblingly, and buried their heads in the blood-red soil.

Although most of them knew in their hearts who this pit was used to bury, none of them dared to stop.

After all, you can live a little longer if you cooperate.

And if you stop, you will have to be beaten before you die.

As for the revolt......

These Willantes wish they could.

After all, firing at an unarmed person still has to bear some guilt.

"Good job, mud worms, lie in and rest early when you're done haha."

Walking at the edge of the crowd, a Willant soldier with a rifle spat viciously, undisguised the humiliation in his words.

Hearing the curse that seemed to come from hell, the shoulders of the people buried their heads shook uncontrollably, and the sobs of the warblers could not be stopped.

Finally, someone couldn't hold on anymore, and collapsed to the ground with a flower of eyes.

It wasn't until he saw the Willant soldier striding towards him that he showed a frightened expression and turned over and knelt on the ground to plead.

"Your Excellency...... I'm hungry...... Can...... Let me eat something and dig again. ”

"Hungry? Eat," the soldier grabbed his head, pressed it to the ground like a loach, and scolded with a sinister smile, "It's all over the ground, and I want to feed you?" ”

The man who was pressed to the ground struggled and begged for mercy, but he couldn't make a sound at all, but ate a lot of mud and sand in his mouth, and he barely got a chance to breathe when he swallowed it.

"No, I don't dare...... Adult ......"

"Then do it! Rubbish! ”

It was so dirty that the soldier didn't bother to continue torturing the dying ghost, so he scolded him and gave him the butt of a rifle, and then ignored him as he was dying.

The people standing around all looked at this side with trepidation, looking at the guy who was wriggling like an earthworm, but no one dared to make a sound, let alone resist.

Not all of them here are old, weak, sick and disabled, and there is no shortage of strong men, and even the city defense army that suffered defeat the day before yesterday is a little mixed in.

However, in the face of those fierce and vicious Willant soldiers, they didn't even have the courage to pick up their guns and resist.

In addition to those who work while crying, there are also some people who have put their strength together.

Not only do they have endless strength, but they also have a "big picture" that ordinary people don't have.

They sweated like rain, trying to dig the pit bigger, trying to prove that they were more able to endure hardships than others, as if they could survive in this way.

Little did they know, however, that their futile hospitality was like a clown in the eyes of the big-nosed ones, and only made the already disdainful eyes even more disdainful.

They didn't even bother to distinguish which of these people were leon, which were Japanese or cattle, and which were lowly snakes, rats, insects and birds.

It's all the same hopelessly anyway.

Even if they don't resist at this point, it is still too merciful for them to be buried alive, and they should be handed over to those "gray people" to deal with.

In fact, they had intended to do this, but unfortunately there were no Gray mercenaries in the accompanying troops this time, and it was too inefficient to transfer some of them, so their commander finally dispelled this idea.

Yesterday a batch was buried, and today is the second batch, and two months is probably enough.

Looking at the people sweating on the red clay, Pete flicked off the burned cigarette butts between his fingers, then took out the cigarette case and lit another one for himself.

From early morning to dusk, this is the second box he has smoked today.

“…… Sometimes Lao Tzu really thinks that we came to this world to do this dirty work. ”

The big man standing next to him looked at his ten-captain and muttered in a low voice.

"These?"

Pete grinned and stood in the ashes and smiled self-deprecatingly.

"That's right, clean up slime molds, clean up garbage, and rotten dirty blood. The work that the old guys of the prosperous era are unwilling to do, and the work that cannot be done, are all handed over to us. We're like the kidneys dialysis thing, we're in charge of cleaning it up, and only then will this moldy world return to normal...... What do you think? ”

It's like a scavenger.

And when all this is over, it must be time for them to be swept into the garbage.

The New Era has no future for the Willant people at all, and their fate has been decided from the moment they are born, and they will be swept into the garbage heap as the last dust of the Wasteland Era, becoming the last Wasteland Guests.

However, it is precisely because of this that the greatness of the marshal is highlighted.

From the very beginning, the Venerable Lord saw through the filth in the hearts of those who were high above, and did not hesitate to unite them to overthrow the hypocritical peace.

Although he was only a small ten-legged commander, he respected the adult from the bottom of his heart.

"I don't know, but they must die." The big man's face was full of hatred, and his hideous flesh trembled slightly with anger.

"I agree with ......"

Pete, who was holding a cigarette butt, grinned and looked at the sea level in the distance, but narrowed his eyes slightly.

I saw that where the sea and the sky met, a few looming black dots appeared.

It seemed to be a cargo ship.

Removing the walkie-talkie from his shoulder, he pressed the button and spoke.

“…… Here comes the ship. ”

"Yes, from the east."

……

Yarman's fleet almost rushed to the harbor, and almost crashed into the dock due to its speed.

The fleet arrived a full 24 hours earlier than expected.

Under Yarman's almost frenzied urging, his sailors nearly failed to turn the ship over.

Looking at the messy harbor in front of him, Yarman threw himself on the edge of the deck as if he had gone crazy.

"Let go of me! Let me go down! ”

Seeing that his boss was about to jump off the deck four or five meters above the ground, the captain and several sailors next to him hurriedly stepped forward to catch him and pressed him to the edge of the railing.

"Calm down, boss! At least wait for the gangway to go down! Do you want to throw yourself to death! ”

"Then let me die! I'll go down with them! Yarman roared hysterically, trying to break free from the hands.

Several sailors next to him were frightened and hurriedly spoke.

"That's not going to work, what are we going to do if you die."

"My whole net worth is on your ship!"

"I haven't paid for this trip yet—"

"Shut up!" Roaring at the heartless sailors, the captain looked at Yarman, swallowed his spit and hurriedly said, "...... Keep your eyes open and see clearly, it's our people on the shore, your family may still be alive, what would they think if you let them know that you fell to your death on the dock? ”

This sentence calmed Yarman a little, and his tense shoulders no longer trembled.

The captain gave the sailors next to him a look, telling them to keep an eye on the boss and wait for the gangway to settle down before watching him disembark.

Looking at the man who lost his soul, the dog brother standing on the deck couldn't bear it in his heart, and sighed.

"If you want to open some brothers, life will inevitably be unsatisfactory...... Well, I mean it's a blessing to lose one's horse...... Bah! Well, at least you don't have to pay back the bank......"

Looking at this guy who couldn't spit out human words in his dog's mouth, the-stirring stick couldn't help but squirt.

"Why don't you say a word."

The dog of the catheter muttered unconvinced.

"What's the matter...... He didn't understand what I was saying anyway. ”

The far-sighted eagle suddenly burst out of his mouth.

"Not necessarily."

Conduit of the dog: "??? ”

The warlike wolf was silent for a moment, staring at the man's back, and finally shook his head.

“…… Condolences. ”

Without a hint of reaction to the noise behind him, Yarman just pressed his face against the damp deck like a dead face, as if his soul had been emptied.

It was not until the anchor chain and gangway were lowered and the boat finally came to a stop that he finally reacted, broke free from his restraining hands, and stumbled out of the boat.

Having noticed the ships for a long time, a group of Willant soldiers approached with guns on their backs.

Yarman staggered over to them and grabbed one of the lads by the arm.

His blue lips trembled, and he couldn't say a word after opening and closing for a long time.

But everyone here knew what he was talking about, as if they had heard it.

Looking at the poor fellow, several soldiers had expressions of pity on their faces.

One of the ten-captains stepped forward, put his hand on his shoulder, shook it, and said in a reassuring tone.

“…… We found some survivors, but aren't sure if you have any family. ”

There was a glimmer of hope in his gray eyes, and Yarman asked in a trembling voice.

"Where are they?"

The Ten-Captain looked at the young man he was holding by the arm.

"Take him there."

"Yes!" The young man stood up straight, then looked at Yarman and said, "Please come with me." ”

Yarman let go of his grip on his arm and followed him closely.

The ten-captain then looked at the four men who had stepped off the boat, who were obviously not Wilantes, and his brow furrowed slightly.

He vaguely guessed the identities of these people.

"Alliance?"

"Yes."

The ten-captain's expression turned cold.

"What are you doing here?"

As soon as the dog of the catheter wanted to say, "We are here to persuade the fight", he was quickly covered by the wolf brother next to him.

The far-sighted eagle quickly stepped forward to pick up the conversation and explained in a fairly skilled human language.

"We are his partners...... Uh, let's be a friend, can you let us stay with him? We're worried about something happening to him. ”

The centurion glanced at him, as if warning him to be nosy.

"Don't make a difference...... If you don't want to get into trouble. ”

He knew that this guy was a member of the Alliance, and he knew that Triumph City and the Alliance had a lot of cooperation on issues related to the Adhesive Community, but that didn't mean that he was afraid of this guy.

The visionary eagle said thank you and hurried behind Yarman.

The-stirring stick caught up with him and asked, puzzled.

"Aren't we going to fight?"

The far-sighted eagle rolled his eyes.

"Persuade a chicken, how many of us are there? The manager let us act at the opportunity, didn't let us die, and didn't let us mess things up...... The first priority is to gather information and see what is happening here. ”

They don't know anything about the situation on the ground, and now it's imperative to figure out what the hell is going on.

Since there are survivors, why don't you go and see what the situation of those people is now......

Seeing the four men leave, the ten-captain took off the walkie-talkie hanging on his shoulder, pressed it and said.

“…… Four of the people who had just come off the ship were from the Alliance. ”

Soon there was an echo on the other end of the communication channel.

"Oh."

Hearing the understated reply, the Ten-Captain hesitated slightly.

"Just leave them alone?"

Said without thinking about it on the other end of the communication channel.

"Aren't they coming towards me, I'll take care of the rest."

Seeing that the commander had said so, the ten-captain did not hesitate any longer.

"Yes!"

……

Church of the Silvermoon Cult.

The floor was littered with garbage and dust, just like the dilapidated port.

General McClown, who was sitting on a bench, put the communicator aside, picked up the newspaper spread out on his lap again, and continued to flip through it with interest.

This is the treasure he picked up from this ruin, and the name is Silver Gospel.

Judging from the title, the people who run the newspaper have carefully avoided taboos that only the people of Willant can break in order to accommodate the fragile self-esteem of the locals.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this caution.

Although he had been in and out of Xifan Harbor many times before, he had never noticed that this church with the moon was hung, let alone that this church actually published such an interesting newspaper.

The newspaper didn't have much to say about the news or the teachings of the Silvermoon Cult, but instead spent a lot of space on a book called "Pol the Awakened".

He had actually heard of this before, and it was said to have been written by the people of Boulder City during the period after the ceasefire between the Legion and the Alliance.

Now, due to the rise of cross-regional trade, this romantic piece was taken by a priest named Mergio to a "primeval jungle" called Saifan Harbor.

Idle is idle anyway, so McClan had the newspaper collected.

It's too ahead of its time for a slave, but it's just right for him when he's free.

It just so happened that he was also curious about what the alliance that defeated him with a pile of broken copper and iron was all about.

It's a question that has been bothering him for too long, and he's been thinking about it for a long, long time.

Maybe this newspaper can give him some inspiration......

Just then, the door to the church was pushed open, and a panicked man walked in behind a soldier.

"My family ......"

McLaan didn't speak, didn't look back, just nodded to the old nun standing nearby, and then continued to look at the old newspaper in his hand.

The latter had a complicated look on his face and walked up to the gentleman.

"What's your child's name?"

Yarman was stunned for a moment, and replied subconsciously in a trembling voice.

"Ruby ......"

"Wait a minute." The old nun bowed slightly, turned and went back to the side hall next to her.

After a while, she came out with a little girl.

Yarman's eyes turned red for a moment, and he covered his nose with his folded palms.

The dark brown hair, which should have been smooth and soft, was now draped over her shoulders like a balled sweater, and what made his heart even more painful was the pale and lifeless face and empty eyes.

At this moment, standing in this dilapidated church, she is like a ceramic buried under the rubble, which makes people feel distressed and happy.

She's alive!

Praise the Goddess of the Silver Moon!

He never believed in any gods, only in the great marshal, but at this moment he offered his most sincere prayer and rushed forward desperately.

"Ruby!!"

Yarman hugged Ruby and couldn't hold back the tears that welled up in his eyes.

The tall man burst into tears in an instant.

Hearing the familiar voice, Ruby finally reacted, and finally a faint light finally glowed in her empty eyes, and reached out and gently touched the head that was clinging to her shoulder.

"Daddy......"

“…… I'm sorry...... Daddy came back late...... I'm sorry you guys......"

Feeling the hot tears, Ruby's eyes grew red.

However, as if thinking of what her mother had said, she finally did not cry, but put her young little hand on her hair, which was as messy as herself.

"It's alright, Daddy...... Ruby is fine, stop crying...... Mom said that the Willant people don't cry......"

"Hmmm! My Ruby, you're right...... I'm sorry to see my dad's shameful side......"

"It's okay...... It's all right. ”

Ruby squeezed a forced smile out of her face, as if trying to comfort him.

However, that sensible appearance made Yarman even more distressed.

However, in order not to worry his daughter, he wiped the tears from his face, hugged Ruby tightly in his arms, and stood up from the ground.

At the moment, he just wants to leave this ghost place as soon as possible with the child.

But before that, he had one more thing to inquire about......

Looking at the old nun standing in front of her, Yarman said in a trembling voice.

“…… What about the child's mother, her name is Margaery, may I ask, where is she? ”

In fact, before he said this, he already had the answer in his heart.

It's something obvious.

If Margaery had been around, Ruby's hair would never have been allowed to be as messy as it is now, and she would never have been left alone in the church......

The old nun looked at him unbearably, and then at the child in his arms, who was so strong that it was distressing, and finally opened her mouth and said in that hoarse voice.

"I remember the name Margaery, your lady is a very brave mother......"

……

The doorway of the church.

Brother Wolf, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.

"I don't understand."

Several others looked at him.

Noticing his friends' gazes, he paused and continued.

“…… How did they do it? It is both sympathetic and disgusting. ”

He didn't like the Legions, and could even sum up his feelings for them in the word disgust.

This is not only because of the faction of the Alliance and the position of civilized people, but also because most of the NPCs he knows are survivors of the River Valley Province.

Those who helped him in his new days, everyone remembered what the Legion had done.

These fellows will do whatever it takes to achieve their goals, not only giving weapons to the raiders, but also sending officers to serve as military advisors to the raider tribes, teaching them how to drive the Legion's war machine and slaughter the provinces of the river valley more efficiently.

Although they finally blamed all the problems on the eastward expansion faction, weren't they the ones who connived at those people's eastward expansion?

Now they are playing a similar trick again, and sure enough, they have lifted a stone and shot themselves in the foot.

He didn't sympathize with the slave owners at all, but it was because he didn't have a good feeling for the slaves here.

He sympathized with the suffering of these people and recognized their innocence, but felt that they deserved it.

He even thought it would be nice to do nothing and just watch them dog-eat-dog.

"I don't care...... the catheter dog shrugged his shoulders, "It's just a bunch of NPCs, what are you doing so deeply." The wasteland is so big, there is nothing strange about it. ”

The-stirring stick whistled.

"Actually, I don't care...... But if you have to talk about it, what about the children of this settlement? Do you blame them for not having long eyes and not being reincarnated in a shelter? ”

Brother Wolf looked to the side in silence, not knowing how to answer.

"Come on, stop, what are you doing with so much nonsense, hurry up and do the task......" The visionary eagle sighed, and ended the topic of a few good brothers before the discussion turned into an argument.

Simple good and evil are not the same as morality, which in turn is divided into collective morality and individual morality.

The Alliance does not have only one 404 Vault, and countless Vault residents, as well as people from Ideal City and Academy, have come from far and wide to join them, and it is obviously not because they yearn for the good days of the Alliance, but because they believe that the Alliance can end the wasteland.

If they break their oath, even if they are not beaten back to their original form, they will end up in a miniature version of "Cyber Xilan".

So he could understand Chu Guang's approach.

In this wasteland, except for Xilan, almost every camp has its own bottom line and position.

Even if it's a sesame seed like Mavroom.

So he felt that Brother Wolf was not completely wrong, the empire deserved this kind of thing, but the word should not be used to describe its people.

At the very least, the survivors who also endured the mob's persecution were innocent.

And what he has to do is to keep this part of the people as much as possible, which is also his understanding of the task assigned by Mr. Manager.

Seeing Brother Eagle interjecting, the professional mixed dog brother immediately said.

"You're the best in people's language, I'll leave it to you."

The far-sighted eagle rolled his eyes.

"Nonsense, if Lao Tzu doesn't go, will you let you go?"

This guy has a mouth, I'm afraid it's okay.

……

When the visionary eagle entered the church, he found that the father and daughter had left the place.

Including the old nun.

There was only one person left in the church at the moment, and that was McClan sitting on a pew, flipping through the newspaper.

I had a lot of fun watching this guy on the forum before, and the eagle almost couldn't hold back his laughter for a while.

Fortunately, Lao Mai didn't pay attention.

Hearing a noise behind him, he shook the newspaper in his hand and said lightly.

"Very interesting...... It actually coincided with our thoughts. ”

Unexpectedly, he would take the initiative to talk to himself, and the eagle walked up to him and sat down.

"Where?"

McLaan smiled faintly and read what he had seen in the newspaper.

“…… It wasn't Pol who saved Boulder, it was the survivors of Boulder who chose Bol. The workers protected the innocent children, the soldiers raised their guns an inch, they finally realized that it was their compatriots, not the enemy, and then made a common declaration that they turned their guns on the real enemy......"

"The same is true of the Willants, who were created as slaves not to succumb to fate and authority, and we bravely broke free from the shackles...... The marshal has told us more than once that it is not he who led us to victory, but our struggle to win it. ”

The eagle was a little overwhelmed.

"And then you enslave the others in turn?"

"Yes," McClan admitted frankly and without hesitation, without any unspeakable shame on his face, "didn't you create us precisely to make us conquer something, we are merely fulfilling a mission written in our DNA." ”

The newspaper in his hand flipped a page, and McLaren continued in an indifferent tone.

"Besides, when those people have had enough, they will naturally fight for their own freedom...... Isn't that how you won me? ”

The eagle looked at him in surprise, but he didn't expect him to admit that the league had won anyway.

It's a surprise.

Although the Legion was not very popular with the Legion, no Willant had ever admitted that they had lost the unjust and hasty war.

However, there is no point in arguing about the subjective thing of winning or losing, and there are many reasons to quibble with both sides and sides, and the result must be that no one can convince anyone.

Not wanting to create a disagreement, the eagle coughed lightly and said stubbornly.

"General McLene, let's talk about the Westsail Harbor."

He thought that the arrogant general in front of him would refuse, but he didn't expect to hear an unexpected answer.

"Well, let's talk about it, you do have the qualifications now."

The unexpected answer caught the eagle a little off guard, and the roundabout tactics that had been prepared were completely useless at this moment.

However, his mind turned quickly, and he immediately switched to negotiation tactics.

“…… Your revenge may seem complete, but it seems to us to be more like a child's temper. ”

McLaren didn't care about his agitation and said indifferently.

"We don't care what people think of us."

The eagle did not give up and continued, "Then you should always care about your own people! Those who died. ”

McClan corrected casually.

"Dead Willantes."

Eagle continued.

"That's exactly what I'm talking about! The Port of Sailing is their heart's work, and they have crossed the ocean to carve out a new home in a strange land for the sake of your esteemed Marshal and other Willant people who yearn for a land under the sun...... Of course, I don't like this kind of chattering of other people's houses, but this settlement built from nothing is indeed their achievement, isn't it? ”

McLaen chuckled faintly.

"It doesn't matter, drain the blood here, and we'll build a new Xifan Harbor."

The eagle swallowed a mouthful of saliva and continued.

"What about them? In addition to the name of this new settlement, there is not the slightest trace of them? It seems to me that what you are doing is no different from the Enlightenment! No one in the new Westsail Harbor will remember those who died, and no one will remember what happened here except the scarlet mud beneath your feet. No one will ever wonder why things are the way they are, and then one day in the future it will happen again! ”

When he heard this, McClen's expression finally reacted a little.

He put down the newspaper on his lap, took a cigar from his bosom, cut the cigarette butt and put it in his mouth, and then said as he rubbed the lighter.

"Tell me what to do about it...... Hehe, I'll listen to the opinions of the great benevolents of the Alliance. ”

Seeing that things had taken a turn for the better, the eagle immediately said.

"That's easy...... There is revenge, there is revenge, there is revenge, you can judge them! ”

Hearing this whimsical idea, McClan couldn't help but sneer.

"We don't have that many judges."

The eagle shouted hard.

"Then a public trial! Let them identify each other! ”

He didn't really want to come up with the idea, but there was no better way to do it right now.

There will be wrongful killings.

But no matter how many mistakes you kill in the end, it's better than killing them all.

Hearing this idea, McClan, who was holding a cigar, was stunned and suddenly burst out laughing.

After laughing for half a minute before stopping, he looked sideways at the eagle and said with a grin.

"I'll be blunt, it's really fun to see you pleading for these rotten people. As for me, I don't think the rest of the city is innocent, and silence is a sin in our philosophy, a sin of mediocrity, and an unforgivable sin. ”

"Just turn a blind eye, let the thugs make trouble, drive the Willantes away, and then sit back and enjoy the benefits as victims...... Tsk, what gave them the illusion that they could be left alone? Do we look like very reasonable people? ”

"We've given them the opportunity to die on the battlefield as honorably as a hero fighting for freedom, and we might consider sparing their families. However, they would rather dig a pit to bury themselves than pick up the guns they had lost, or even hide behind their own families, and we have only fulfilled them. ”

At this point, McClan paused and looked to the front of the church.

"Still, I'm going to consider your proposal. On the one hand, there is a little bit of truth in what you say, and someone has to remember what happened here. One more ...... It sounds like more fun than having the Greys torment them. ”

McKellen had a smile on his face, like a devil.

"Let's take the street as a unit, and each person must identify 'one', and then the rest of the city decides whether the designated person deserves to die."

"Let me think about it...... We have already killed 20,000, and it should be enough to pick out another 10,000, and the more will not be returned, and the less will be made up in order, what do you think of the rules of this game? I gave them another chance, hehe. ”

Looking at this guy who decided the life and death of tens of thousands of people in an understatement, the eagle took a deep breath.

"That'...... Isn't it okay for us to get started. ”

Both sides have taken a step back from their respective positions, and this is already the best outcome.

He remembered that there was still a group of people digging holes in the suburbs, and the youngest child was not much older than that Ruby, and those little ghosts who didn't have any hair were always murderers.

If they had been a little late, they might have to start filling in.

At least...... Gotta save those kids!

Looking at the shelter dweller who was urging him, McClan suddenly felt very funny and laughed out loud.

"Actually, I'd like to know if it's any good for you to meddle in this?"

"Or may I put it another way, and see if we have no fun destroying our own colony?"

The visionary eagle wanted to say that it was not fun at all, and that his mission would be ruined.

But then he suddenly remembered the contents of the player's manual, and changed his words when he came to his lips.

“…… Now that we've all shouted the slogan 'Survivors unite', we can't go back and say that the survivors of Borneo are not survivors, or that it's none of my business if the survivors die or not." ”

McLaen was stunned when he heard this, and suddenly burst out laughing.

The laughter echoed through the empty church like the husky bells.

“…… Hahaha! Interesting, do you call this a 'benefit'? ”

The visionary eagle gestured with his finger and explained.

"That's for sure, there are many kinds of benefits, and it's not just about making money or coloring on the map......"

"Tsk."

McClan pursed the corners of his lips and removed the walkie-talkie from his shoulder.

"Rose, let your people stop for a moment, I suddenly thought of a better idea...... Bring the survivors to the harbor to assemble. ”

At the same time that General McLaan gave his order, a massive battle broke out in the central region of Lion State.

The attacking side was the main force of the Heavenly King's army, led by Yanush himself, about 50,000 people, known as a million army.

As for the defenders, it was the lord of the Lion City, Grand Duke Sanjay, with 40,000 men under his command, half of whom were serfs recruited from various estates, and half were city defenders.

In fact, the difference in numbers between the two sides is not huge, the degree of training, organization and equipment are also half a catty, and even Sanjay has also incorporated some of the newly trained noble officers of MacLen, so it is reasonable to say that the local army should be more advantageous.

However, when Yanusz shouted the slogan of abolishing slavery and dividing up the land and property of the nobles, Sanjay's army collapsed in half.

Although this battle was fought from dawn to dark, the result was not suspenseful at all.

Eventually, Grand Duke Sanjay was shot and killed by Yanush's personal guards as he fled.

After entering the city, Janusz not only slaughtered all the nobles above earl level and their families in the Lion City, but also piled their heads at the gate of the city and built a tower.

Except for those beautiful ladies, who were kept by himself or rewarded to his subordinates.

The bloody tactics frightened everyone, and the entire Lion City was terrified.

And not even just the Lion City.

At the same time that the news of Sanjay's defeat reached Tiandu, the whole Tiandu was already in chaos, and the road out of the city was blocked by the fleeing convoy.

Next to Lion State, Niuzhou, and Tiandu is in Niuzhou!

Especially on the way from Lion City to Tiandu, it can be said that it is a flat river, and there is no danger to defend at all!

This time, the witch camel was completely panicked.

He never imagined that a group of rebellious slaves could set off such a big storm!

Inside the court of Tiandu.

Looking at the witch camel, which was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, Prince Dilip proposed tremblingly while carefully wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Your Majesty...... There's no time to hesitate, so please move quickly! ”

The witch's eyes widened, and he roared in shock and anger.

"Shift?! Where do you let me go! There are lions in the west and hungry wolves in the south! That Alayan can't believe it! He's a wolf, and he's the same race as that Yanush! ”

And I heard that it's still his old subordinate! He instructed him to do this!

The witch's beard trembled, and he clenched his teeth, eager to bite his gums and bleed, and chew these creatures with backbones on their backs and swallow them.

It's all traitors!

All of them!

Not loyal at all!

Prince Dilip is also anxious in his heart, after all, they are in a relationship of both prosperity and loss.

If the royal family falls, his fate may not be much better than that of the witch camel.

"Snake State, Tiger State, Leopard State, Bird State, Mazhou...... I can't believe it, the local forces are ready to move, and it will be difficult for you to go to those places and want to leave. ”

"Then what do you say!" The witch camel roared and roared.

Although he has done a lot of straw bales in his life, when his life is at stake, Prince Dilip is still smart and thinks of a place in a hurry.

“…… There is also a place to go. ”

Wu Camel asked hurriedly.

"Where?!"

"Golden Gallen Port ......"

Looking at the stunned witch camel, Prince Dilip swallowed his saliva and cautiously continued, "Although it is the territory of the Alliance, they are always well-behaved, and eating is not a problem. ”

"Right now, the Willantes are getting angry...... It's the only place where we can be safe. ”

(End of chapter)