Chapter 287 Rebellion
And in the Nubian palace, a large number of elven warriors wearing elite full-body plate armor, holding shields and scimitars, stared vigilantly at the Nubian king sitting on the throne in front of him. ． COM The gray-haired king raised his wrinkled face and looked at the elves who were invading his country like bandits and burning their houses, but there was no trace of anger or hatred on his face. But it is as quiet and peaceful as a puppet.
The elven warriors who looked at the old king without any reaction looked at each other, and finally a few bold ones took the lead to take a step forward. But it was this step that made these elves deeply understand that there was something weird about this king.
The elf warrior who took one step was suddenly shocked and his eyes widened. When the other elves were just wondering what happened to their companion, they saw this elf's knees weakening and kneeling on the ground with a bang, raising his horrified eyes to look at the old king as if looking up to a god. He covered his ears with trembling hands. And the next moment, there wasn't even a scream. This elf's facial features suddenly overflowed with golden brilliance! Just hearing a snap, all the elf's facial features exploded! The blood and debris that exploded stuck to several other elves. The latter's body was covered in blood and flesh, and fell into a pool of blood.
The other elf warriors stood there blankly. The most shocked one among them suddenly reached out and touched the blood-stained eyeball fragment stuck to his cheek. Only then did he wake up from his dream and roared angrily: "Brother! Brother!" The brother of the dead elf roared angrily and stepped forward to check on his brother's injuries. But without any surprise, all the facial features were shattered. The elf's head was turned into a ball of mud. It is already dead and cannot die any more.
"Ahhh! Humans, evil humans. I want revenge! Suffer death!" The angry brother roared and stood up to glare at the aloof king, but he just took a step forward. The originally angry expression suddenly froze, and the whole person suddenly fell to his knees. With the flash of golden light, the facial features exploded into a ball of blood mist. Following in the footsteps of his younger brother, another one fell into a pool of blood.
"Don't go there! There's something weird about this human being!" Seeing that there were still elves who wanted to go over, the leader of the elves immediately stopped everyone. With vigilance and fear, he looked at the old man not far away who was still sitting silently on the throne, wearing a crown and saying nothing. "Step aside."
Suddenly, a majestic and noble call came. Upon hearing this order, the elf warriors immediately made way for them and all knelt down on one knee. I saw a change from the luxurious robes of the past. Wearing full plate armor this time, the heroic Princess Windsor walked in with everyone kneeling. As shrewd as she was, she could see the dead body and the old man still sitting on the throne at a glance. Immediately he frowned and shouted: "Your kingdom has been destroyed. If you want to survive, just obediently hand over the crown to me!" The murderous Windsor said this, and raised a series of iron chains in his hand. Get up the crown. He stared at the old king with a majestic expression.
"Windsor? Elf Queen? Just a chess piece, but her tone is different." The old king suddenly opened his eyes, golden light flowing in his eyes. The elves and Windsor were immediately surprised when they saw such eyes. At this time, several men wearing black clothes and carrying long swords walked out across Windsor. The old king shifted his gaze and looked at the men in black who were coming out of the crowd. Suddenly, the golden light in his eyes began to gradually brighten, and the indistinguishable voice of male and female lingered throughout the palace: "O Apocalypse...Hai Hai. Gris is really generous. Use the entire elves to deal with me."
"Hmph! God-defying one, you control all the kings of the human kingdom! You can enslave others as you please. We are saving! Save them from your enslavement!" "Save? A god who thinks he is superior. Watch the elves massacre. You humans, how can you talk about salvation? How are you different from me before?…,
The salvation of top-down charity is worse than selfishness. The so-called balance you pursue is just to use the sword in your hand to make the world the balance you think it is. You claim to maintain balance, but in fact, you are the biggest destroyer of balance. You are pursuing balance, but you don't know the moment you interfere with balance, balance. It has been broken by you yourselves. . Forget it, you won’t listen at all. Just like Hercules, you are just paranoid and paranoid. "
The golden light in his eyes overflowed, and the numb old king looked at these apocalypse and began to sneer at them. Xu's remarks are simply a great insult to the Apocalypse. The Apocalypse, who had already turned purple with anger, roared angrily. Turning around like lightning, he drew out his sword. A dark purple light flashed out of thin air immediately! The golden light in the old king's eyes suddenly disappeared instantly. The body is connected to the throne and the stone wall behind him. A very smooth incision opened with a loud bang. Blood immediately infected this ancient throne. .
and on the other side, under the orders of Windsor. Standing in the royal capital of Nubia, King Kalechi of Camelot looked at his soldiers and subordinates collecting the corpses on the ground and cleaning up the mess. Wearing a floor-length leather coat and a gorgeous crown. But at this time, his eyes were filled with confusion and vague anger!
Princess Windsor led the army to attack the city, and even sent her own soldiers to die in the first wave! It's not enough to die, but now he wants the kingdom's army and the soldiers who follow him to fight against their compatriots for the elves who have invaded human territory! It wasn't just Kalechi who felt very unhappy and angry. It was the look of suppressed anger and hatred on the faces of the soldiers under their command when they were cleaning up the corpses! And the madness full of revenge when looking at the elven guards walking past arrogantly!
"It won't work, it won't work. If I follow Windsor, I might as well go to the Holy City of Cassiry to meet Paladin and ask him for forgiveness. After all, Paladin is an acquaintance and a human being." His face was full of solemnity and peace. The timid Kalechi held the sweaty hilt of his sword and muttered to himself. He knew very well that his behavior now was retrograde. A good word sounds like it's called foreign communication, but a bad word sounds like betrayal of faith and race. Even Kalechi expected that if he allowed things to continue, it wouldn't be long before he would be betrayed by everyone else, let alone the king, and he would not be able to become a prisoner, and would only end up being burned on the rack.
"Father, go back to the tent, it's getting very cold." At this time, User, the son of Kalech and Paladin's godson, was only eleven years old. Wearing a prince's gorgeous robe, he looked helplessly facing Kalechi like this. The latter was slightly startled, then looked back at his son, who would inherit the throne in the future, and suddenly stepped forward with a smile and touched his brown hair kindly, but there was endless perseverance in his eyes: "I abandoned it for my family and children. The principles of the past... Now, we must pick up the principles again for their future!"
Kalech, who was so worried, suddenly smiled and patted his son on the shoulder and said: "Go to bed first, there are many dead people here." After that, watching his son Yose turn around and leave obediently, Kalech Suddenly, with a gloomy face, he said to a soldier next to him who was carrying the body into the carriage: "Call the generals and nobles. They must have a lot to say to me." (To be continued. If you like this This work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly votes at (.). Your support is my biggest motivation.)