The children in the back didn't laugh at him, some knelt with him, some didn't, kneeling was not without courage, maybe it was habitual thinking, and those who didn't kneel didn't know what it meant, maybe it was just that the ground was too cold, and they were tired and didn't want to kneel.

But they all knew one thing in their hearts, and that was that they didn't earn glory for the tribe, even if it was disgusting and meaningless.

"It's all children, come with me, the parish of the Church of the Holy One has schools and hospitals, and there are many jobs, and there are not low wages..."

"Those children were bought by the hypocrisy of the enemy." In the warm tent of the Zongwang, the Zongwang, who heard the report from his subordinates, sighed with emotion and asked, "I heard that the Lord of Hell has developed Cell 008?" ”

"It's just a concept now." A demon wizard came out and said, "After all, 001 to 007 are not ideal to deal with the seven deadly sins in front of you, and Lord Bafu is ready to create a god." ”

"Those children all sacrificed their lives for the tribe, give their tribe a chance to become gods."

"Lord Baphosan will take note of your kindness." The demon wizard said with a sinister smile.

Time passed slowly, the cold winter was getting colder and colder, and a million tribal warriors stared at the more and more gaps in the wall in front of them against the severe cold and heavy snow.

With the sound of cheers resounding on the wall in front of them, the team that was left behind by the Great Khan King to wait for the opportunity to destroy it also quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and it was useless to look at it for a long time if it was fruitless.

The commander in charge of the command looked at the ceremonial flowers rising in the cheers in front of him, the corners of his mouth twitched, and the tears couldn't stop flowing, he rushed into the big tent of King Zongwang like a mourner, looked at King Zong, who was wrestling with his concubine, and cried, "Lord Zongwang, the Dongwo Plain can no longer be seen, and there is only one wall left in front of us. ”

"Nothing, nothing?" King Zong left the battlefield, stretched out his hand to shake off the sweat on his hand, and said frankly and seriously to the crying Wanfu Chief, "Our interference has failed, and a million tribal warriors have not been able to stop that demon, but you have to cheer up, you must know that the glory of our Vol clan is still there!" Crossing the royal tent to the west, you will see the kingdoms we have conquered, their people and royal families trembling under our iron hooves, and the East Vol Plain, when the empire builds prosperity there, our iron hooves will trample there again! ”

"Are you so confident? It's just that the red dragon we don't know what to do. Captain Wan stopped crying.

"There are some things that you are not qualified to know now, you just need to know that we will not only recover the Dongvol clan in the future, but also swallow the entire empire and the whole world step by step!" King Zong's tone exuded a domineering spirit, and he suppressed the captain, and only listened to the captain, "What we have to do now is to recuperate and manage what we have now." ”

"I'm relieved that you'll be able to chase away those demons sooner or later." Captain Wan bowed his head and said.

"Well, tidying up the team, it's been so long since we've been out, we should go back." King Zong waved his hand.

All things are reincarnated, and the person who wants to drive away the demon at this time is not a demon in the eyes of others.

At this time, in the western border province of the Hegmund Empire, there was a group of people in the Fallen Leaf Tavern who were crying at the heavy snow, and across the border fortress was the home of the occupied area.

"I longed for light, but they set the bishop on fire and brutally painted totems all over the church." A priest with a broken arm looked at the glass of wine, "I shed a lot of blood for Machira, and I hope the blood of God will heal me." ”

"I am the twenty-fifty-first heir of the Grand Duchy of Aemon, who can contact the nobles of the empire, fund me, let me recruit troops, and when I defeat those devils on the steppe, I will rule the Grand Duchy with him!" A wandering aristocrat who poured wine into his nose was drunk.

A group of local drunkards looked at where they were talking to themselves, laughing at them one after another, and the waiter couldn't help but laugh when he walked over to bring them wine, "Save it, the kingdom over there has perished, and it is believed that because of the sneak attack on the grassland royal court, the royal bloodline has been killed." ”

"Nope! The blood of the Grand Duchy of Aemond never disappears, they are in Machira, in Cavour in the Empire! The down-and-out aristocratic Dao patted his mouth when he was in the empire, "They are in the tavern, in the manor, in the aristocratic mansion, in the imperial capital!" They're gathering strength, and they'll return! ”

"Poof~" The down-and-out nobleman fell headlong on the table, and the waiter stepped forward to pat him when he saw this, and then prepared to throw it out.

"With such a heavy snowfall, you'll freeze him to death if you throw him out." A bearded mercenary said as he watched the waiter's movements.

"It's okay to stay overnight, but after he orders these two glasses of wine, he won't have a copper plate." The waiter said with no expression.

"Poof~" The bearded man slapped a thaler on the table, "Is this enough?" ”

"Of course that's enough, but he's actually just an alcoholic." The waiter said, but his hand quickly put the money away.

The bearded man glared at the waiter, then walked over to the table, picked up the drunken nobleman and asked, "What's your name?" ”

"Dade. Aemon. The drunken nobleman muttered.

On the border of the Grand Duchy of Eemon, the pro-army of the Machira dynasty and the remnants of the nobility of the Grand Duchy of Eemon dispersed the tribal warriors who intercepted them, despite the fire and poison released by the steppe wizards.

"Before the dawn, these 100,000 people must enter the Mod Mountains, otherwise the tribal army behind will catch up." The girl who slapped the flame on her face said to the nobles on the side.

"But the Khakir Alliance has always had a conflict with the Grand Duchy of Aemon, what if they intercept us?" A nobleman worried.

"If you can't let the people of the Machira Dynasty come over and negotiate... The strength of the Mods was only a few hundred men. "Maiden.

"Understood."

The nobleman nodded and went to the side to order, the girl looked at her hometown and silently shed tears, she had survived tenaciously after the tribal army captured the principality, and slowly gathered the remnants of the army in the more than 100 miles of escape, but was deceived by the scale country.

For the sake of the alliance agreement, he went out to the steppe despite the domestic invasion, but was abandoned by the empire when he failed, and the empire lost his family here, and the empire only invaded and built a wall with troops! What else did the war end and stabilize the world pattern!

So what are they?

"David, where are you? The commander of Machira is looking for you! A nobleman shouted in the distance.

"I know it's coming, it's coming!" David wiped away his tears and agreed, and then secretly worried, "I don't know how Dade is doing now." ”

The Blackcurrant God, Ina ran to the rest room of Linyasari and told her the good news that the wall had been completed and the Walls had been evacuated.

"Really? Great, I'm going to go out for a walk and relax my pent-up mind. Tiasari looked at Ina and picked up her bag.

"It's too windy, I'll accompany you." Ina.

"Well, where's our airship?"

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