Chapter 1087
Loren didn't notice the incident of "passing by" with a certain fairy Prince—of course, even if he knew it, he would basically choose to pretend not to know.
Nothing else, mainly because Xiong Yingwang's death taught him too "profound".
The particularly "straightforward" values of the Azores made the captive commander a particularly thankless thing.
You cannot rely on them in exchange for any benefits, and you cannot even threaten or anger the other party with this; because in their view, it is not the enemy who is wrong to be captured by the enemy, but to "capture" yourself.
Therefore, once you catch an Azores, there are only two options-kill it directly, or kill it after squeezing the information.
And in a sense, Loren didn’t expect an accident with the little Prince Elf very much—the reason is also very simple. Sometimes an enemy who has a normal mind and has been figured out by himself is even better than A pig teammate with an abnormal brain is much stronger.
At the same time, Xiong Yingwang is dead, and the two heirs who are eligible to inherit the throne respectively control the two Azorean elves in the direction of Eboden and Lothar; if Rodria Azores Being killed means that the elven army that is divided into two now has the only commander, which is very detrimental to the empire.
Once the little Prince is killed, the subsequent elven army will immediately attack Imperial Capital even for revenge; then, no matter what the outcome is, Loren, who is still outside the city, will not fight the Imperial Capital offensive and defensive battle. It's half a dime.
Because of this, from a very strange point of view, the little Prince who chooses to run away without the slightest hesitation not only saved himself, but also helped Loren a big favor.
Under the light of the golden red fire, the black hair wizard, who held the "Dawn" sword on the ground, stood in the middle of the captured manor.
Behind, there are the Byrne Knights and Fiends holding guns holding the Golden Lion battle flag high on the black background;
On the opposite side, there are battered and exhausted, with the face of Azov like dead gray. Warriors.
In the crackling sound of the burning house, deathly silence lasted for a full quarter of an hour; facing the raid a quarter of an hour ago, they were almost one-sided slaughter of Byrne Knight and Fiend, the remaining elves The warrior fought two battles one by one, and the hands holding the knife seemed to become stiff and sore because of holding it for too long.
"You, you and other fanatics!"
Finally, in a piece of lose one's head out of fear, a leader-like warrior took the initiative to stand up, unable to stop his speech Trembling, but still brace oneself looked towards black hair wizard ：
"Don’t, don’t think that you won the victory in this dishonest way, even if you win—His Royal Highness Rodria Azores Your army has already occupied all the surrounding land. Hundreds of thousands of troops have already surrounded your capital."
"It won’t be a long time before there will be reinforcements coming, when the time comes, you all You must die under the katana and pay the price for your base and shameless!"
"Your emperor has been surrounded by the great Xiong Yingwang in Duanjieshan. The defense line that you worked so hard to organize has been We are completely crushed, your capital is already in danger, as long as hundreds of thousands of warriors breathe out, it will overturn!"
"Also, there is! Don’t think that we won’t know you and other fanatics if you don’t speak. The true identity of ——Knights of Byrne, His Royal Highness Rodria can defeat you once in Eboden, and you can also defeat you a second time, a third time...until your army is annihilated and the country is dead! "
"Hey! Answer me, look in my eyes, fanatic! Don't think you can just avoid the warrior's sight..."
Ignore a certain self to yourself The brave and clamoring remnants of defeated generals, the black hair wizard turned his gaze to the direction of his right hand. A group of people who were also trembling in fear, shaking like a sieve, were shrinking their necks and staring at themselves.
The locals who did not have time to escape but escaped the First Stage slaughter and were locked up like cattle by the elves.
If you look at it roughly, there are basically half-old children and young people in ragged clothes-there are not many women, children, old and weak, and there are not many young or rich people in the true sense.
"I have asked, they are basically local orphans and helpers and tenant farmers of the rich."
Little priest Weber walked slowly, with his expression in his face. A trace of sullenness: "These... are all the people who have survived in this town, and the rest are..."
He didn't finish, but everyone present knew what he meant.
In other words, the useless "women, children, old and weak" and the "young and strong" who dared to resist, none of those who have been killed in the first round massacre are left; none of those who remain are left. Dare to resist is also useful.
Obviously, the little elven Prince also realized that they can’t control these villages and territories alone; even if they want to establish their own rule here, they must leave a minimum of empire slaves. .
The black hair wizard secretly said in my heart.
"Everyone, believers of the Holy Cross!" To the people in rags, Weber opened his arms and shouted:
"My name is Weber, and it’s Byrne Duchy Holy The bishop of Cross Church, this one standing by my side is the Duke of Byrne-we are the army of the empire, we are here to defeat the Azores, we are here to help you!"
" His Royal Highness Brandon Desalion, as well as the armies from all over the empire, tens of thousands of warriors are gathering and marching in the direction of Imperial Capital-they are all here to assist and fight alongside you Comrades in arms!"
"Failure and pain are only temporary, you are not fighting alone!"
"So, believers of the Holy Cross, please stand up and come from Byrne The Duke and his Knights fight side by side-we will give you weapons, supplies and everything you need to help you regain your own homeland and your own things!"
"Stand up Get up, brave believers, let us fight side by side under the same banner!"
The excited little priest Webb raised his hands, his chest undulating violently as if he was cheering.
It's just...On the quiet manor clearing, he can only hear the cheering voice of himself.
The "survivors" curled up in a pile shiver coldly, looking at the long spear blood-stained Byrne Knight with eyes full of suspicion and fear, and at the blade light sharp Azores. Elf warriors.
The flames danced in the cold wind of early spring, and the faces of the survivors were only indifferent.
Holding down the little priest Webber with a somewhat lost expression, the flat black hair wizard walked towards the survivors who were full of vigilance about him.
"I said..."
"A fanatic, how dare you turn your back to a noble Azores warrior?!" The hysterical clamor, in the black hair wizard An explosion from behind:
"Turn around and face me—in the name of warrior, I ask for a one-on-one duel with you! If you still think that you are not a coward who only knows how to play crafty plots and machinations, Then accept my challenge!" A trace of boredom flashed across the face of the black hair wizard.
"I said, is there anyone among you who has served in the military or received training?" Ignoring the clamor behind him, Loren said solemnly to the survivors: "I heard that Sackland People are required to perform military service, and at least one year must receive three months of armed training."
"You don’t have to be an officer or a Knight, as long as you have received training—long spear, heavy sword, War knives, shields, axes... everything is fine!"
"Clang!"
The black hair wizard picked up the Azores long knives and threw them at the survivors’ In front of his feet, his thumb pointed behind him: "Fifty gold coins, kill the fly for me."
The survivors are absolute silence.
"You fanatic, don't think that you can use this humiliating method..."
"Lu Sien!" Loren did not replied his head: "Let this fly shut Mouth; he dared to scream again and put it out."
"As you bid!"
The gray pupil boy is coldly snorted, the right hand is raised-hunting Fiend and Byrne Knight around They raised heavy crossbows and cavalry bows, and pointed their bows and arrows at the encircled elves warriors.
The scene was immediately quiet.
"I ask again, fifty gold coins, is anyone willing to stand up?"
There was a commotion among the survivors, but many people still shrank their necks subconsciously.
"Then, one hundred gold coins...Is anyone willing to make this money?"
Looking at the survivors who were always indifferent, little priest Webber showed a disappointed expression.
"The last time...300 gold coins, I will not increase the price anymore."
Looking at the eyes that stared at him, Loren’s right hand stood up. Three fingers: "Three hundred gold coins, use this knife to kill that fly-I promise as Loren Torino, Duke of Byrne, there is no joking!"
A thin child is surviving The readers raised their hands tremblingly in their eyes, picked up the Azorean long knife that was too big for him, and looked towards black hair wizard with fear.
"That... Duke, Lord Duke... You promised three or three hundred gold coins..."
"I promised, I did what I said."
p>black hair wizard said in a tranquil voice, his gaze turned to Jade behind him;
The tax officer hiding in the crowd took off the saddle bag on the saddle with a painful expression on his face. "Peng!" threw it on the ground—heavy gold coins poured out from the saddle bag.
Three hundred gold coins …Looking at the shining "small discs", the eyes of the survivors were all straightened-scared by the Byrne Knights standing opposite with swords, there was none One who dared to rush up to snatch it.
The thin child swallowed his saliva, grabbed the handle of the knife and turned his gaze to the opposite wizard warrior; the ferocious "long-eared monster" in his eyes has turned into the ground That bag full of gold coins.
"aaahhhh——!!!"
Looking at the half-aged boy who didn’t know how to use a knife, and wielded wildly at him, the wizard who face looks sinister The warrior sneered.
He guessed what the opposite Duke of Byrne wanted to do, but he didn't intend to make the other party happy-even if he died, his opponent's crafty plots and machinations would not succeed.
The corners of his mouth were raised coldly, and the wizard warrior also raised his long knife.
"pu!"
Suddenly, an invisible wave of air hit his chest, and the elf warrior with a sweet throat trembled all over. When he lifted the head in horror, , I saw the Duke of Byrne on the opposite side, sneering at him.
This base and shameless fanatic——!
"Ahhhhhhh——!!!"
The half-aged boy who roared hysterically, pierced the long knife into the torso of the elf warrior; the blood was splashed, and a elf warrior was in full view. , Was knocked to the ground by a child.
The young man roared and did not stop, drew out a long knife like a battle axe, and slashed frantically.
"Ah! Ah! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... Only then did he see the elves who had been cut down by him in front of him, and the Duke of Byrne standing behind him.
"You, do you say that you are the Duke of Byrne?" The young man gasped, staring at the black hair wizard in a daze, "I, I heard the rich man in the village say that there was also a Byrne before The Duke, he is called the'Black Duke'."
"Is he your who, is he your grandfather?"
The black hair wizard did not answer, turned his head and waved back. Waved; the Byrne Knights, who knew everything, threw the spoils of war they had just snatched in front of the survivors.
There are as many blood-stained knives piled up as hills.
The shocked and frightened survivors wandered between their weapons and Loren's silhouette.
I can see that they are very scared. In the face of this "emergency situation", the first thing they think of is not revenge, or to take refuge in the lord who saved his life in front of him, but to run away.
After all, any survivor who can survive has never resisted when the elves occupy this place; all they can think of now is to escape as soon as possible and run to a safe place to hide. Options.
But...
"Everyone--" black hair wizard said solemnly: "I know what you think, but I'm sorry, I can't help you anymore!"
p>"We captured the stronghold of the Azores and killed their warriors. It won’t take a long time for reinforcements to come; and when they arrive, even if it’s just for revenge, we will never Any survivors are left behind."
"So there is only one road ahead of you." Loren raised his sword and pointed at the weapon on the ground:
"Take Pick them up, kill all the flies that are in the way behind me, snatch enough supplies from them, and then escape to Imperial Capital!"
"There are tens of thousands of troops there, and there is no enemy. The broken city wall has countless wealth, weapons and food, which can guarantee your absolute safety; Imperial Capital...is the only direction you can escape from!"
"So run, as close as you can Flee to the Imperial Capital, only there you are safe!"
"You can take as much food as you need, and take as much weapons as you need; even if you encounter enemies you are chasing and killing, you have no room for resistance. , How many people can escape to the Imperial Capital alive, it depends on your own luck."
"And when you arrive at the Imperial Capital, if the guarding army refuses to open the door for you, then Just show them this banner, and ask if any of the guarding troops came from Byrne, if anyone remembers the Black Duke and the Queen of Mad Dragon, and then tell them..."
From Lucien Loren, who took the black-bottomed Golden Lion battle flag in his hand, stuffed the first hand into the arms of the half-old child:
"Tell them, the Black Duke... is back!"