After announcing the ultimatum, the demons began to smash.

This made the nobles disguised as peasants feel very difficult, after all, ordinary monsters do not recognize people's clothes, they just follow orders.

The defeated army that laid down its arms became completely lambs to the slaughter, and the fear of death fell on everyone equally, whether it was a knight or a soldier, and it was inevitable that everyone would die if they were targeted.

If you resist, you will be trampled to death by a bone dragon as huge as a building, or chewed up by teeth, and everyone who has witnessed those scenes during the day will definitely not want to follow in their footsteps.

It's just to let the old man come forward, usually always talk about bravery, justice, sacrifice and responsibility, isn't it time for knowledge and action to be united?

It's a pity that the old man has long been frightened, if he dared to attack or break through at all costs during the day, the outcome of the war would be very different now.

All the ideal qualities have been forgotten by them, and they are still pretending to be ostriches at the mercy of their subordinates and civilians.

When death came, the conscripted peasants, who had already suffered heavy losses because of the honey self-confidence of the noble lords, began to have a bold idea.

First there are the old men who are unkind, and then there are the common people who are unjust, especially those young people who are single, what is there to hesitate at such a time.

Don't treat us as human beings, report it! If you can live, why not report it!

Before the demons felt impatient to make a move, there was a wave of mutual accusations among the captives, and the nobles who were about to pretend to be dead were found out one after another, and they couldn't come out to admit themselves under the terrifying gaze of the bone dragon.

At the beginning, it was the peasants who reported the little nobles, and the little nobles saw that the situation was not good, and in order to save their lives to report the higher nobles, they came and went, and everyone began to compete to be two or five boys, and reported others with self-protection and revenge.

Even with the majesty and legendary kindness accumulated over generations, how could peasants and servants not hate the master?

Now it's time to make a choice for your own life and the life of your master.,It's better to tell the information yourself than to be turned into an undead creature or a puppet dependent.。

Especially when I saw that some of the people who reported it were rewarded and released, and successfully crossed the border, the rest of the people were also excited.

There is a high probability that the noble lord will not have a chance to return to the territory to take revenge, what is there to be afraid of?

"Terrans are really cowardly and despicable creatures, and I thought that there would always be people who would stand up for the sake of righteousness, or die to the end." Vincent looked at the nobles who had been brought out in the dark, and said with a sigh, "It seems that I was wrong."

So many nobles, since they are not worthy of admiration, they are equivalent to piles of walking gold coin bags in front of his eyes.

"Gentlemen, it's an honor to meet you, and I'm the demon you want to destroy, Vincent von Steyakard." After greeting the dejected nobles, Vincent shouted arrogantly, "Who is the biggest nobleman here, if you want to have self-esteem, come out yourself, and don't let others report it again."

"If you don't think it's safe to return, the whistleblower can get my assurance, and I'll reward and shelter you, or send you where you want to go."

Although some people subconsciously avoided his gaze, or deliberately lowered their heads, the ordinary soldiers around him were obviously a little nervous.

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"You don't want to see your self-proclaimed loyal men betray you in front of everyone, do you? Be a hero who thinks about others, and when it's time to step up, come out with your head held high to save everyone."

Eventually, there seemed to be a change in the crowd, with many people showing relieved expressions, others indignant, but many more people being numb and gloating.

The crowd was neatly separated, and a young nobleman of extraordinary bearing, dressed in gorgeous carved armor, in his thirties, walked towards Vincent with heavy steps.

"Who are you?" Vincent asked, "I hope you are an honest and courageous man, and you have come here to fulfill your responsibilities, and not to be an impostor, to be taken on behalf of the incompetent great."

In fact, from this person's temperament and demeanor, Vincent can see that his identity is extraordinary.

However, the prince did not escape, but stayed

As a captive?

Did he lead by example, or was he too unlucky?

"I'm Lingus von Schüdberg." The nobleman stared at Vinson indifferently with a look of suppressed anger after being slighted, and replied, "Without those dragons, we might have switched places today."

"Oh, it's the Prince, I'm glad I will," Vincent's expression stretched out, and he nodded, "There is a wrong, there is a debtor, you come, they will be saved temporarily."

Lingus's expression was a little downcast, but his bearing and majesty were still unusual, and the great man who played a pivotal role in the kingdom walked towards Vincent, and the monsters all showed a wary look, and even the giant scythe emerged from the dark shadows.

"You don't need to bring your Excalibur, do you?" Vincent pointed to Lingus' sword, "I'll keep it for you."

"How about a ransom for you?" Lingus smiled bitterly, "Trade the famous sword made by the dwarves thousands of years ago for my freedom."

"You can trade it for freedom, but it's not yours." Vincent replied, "You may be able to exchange the freedom of a hundred soldiers, but not enough for you."

Lingus was not annoyed, but shook his head helplessly, unsheathed his sword and placed it on the ground, and walked past the guarded monster in a posture that no one was looking, and approached Vincent's side.

"Search." Vincent instructed Sadaka, "The etiquette of negotiation should still be exquisite."

With that, he stepped forward and shouted at the dejected crowd of Herodes.

"Thank you, losers, Your Majesty, on his behalf I assure you that he will try to save you all, even at his own expense. But if anyone fails his efforts tonight, it will kill everyone."

Lingus, who was represented, glared at Vincent, who didn't care and swaggered into the tent.

Lingus, who had been carefully searched, removed his armor and weapons, and was sandwiched between Sadaka and Schiff in a ceremonial gown, entered the tent, and met Vincent, who had already sat down.

In addition to this group of demons and their accomplices, he also saw a familiar figure.

She is the daughter of Duke Kitayama and the great magician La Nina.

Lingus, who was originally completely stiff-faced, couldn't help but show a slightly embarrassed look when he saw this woman, and his eyes dodged slightly, and this small change did not escape Vincent's eyes. qqxδne

However, knowing his situation, he returned to normal in an instant, squeezing out a concerned smile at La Niña.

"Is he your fiancé, Prince of the Kingdom of Herodes?" Vincent turned to La Niña, "This is a matter of tens of thousands of lives and the future of both countries, so you need to make sure about it."

"Yes, master." La Niña replied with trepidation, "I'm sure he's the Prince."

Lingus didn't hear any warmth or worry from La Nina's words, only the awe of the demons.

What did this demon lord do to her?

Despite his suspicions, he held back and tried his best to keep himself awake and sane.

It may just be an attempt to provoke yourself.

"He's your fiancé, you shouldn't be mistaken." Vincent gestured to a strange lone chair in the middle of the tent, "Sit down, Prince, and we'll have a good talk, but only until dawn."

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