Crossing The Dragon: The King Sacrifices The Princess At The Beginning

Facing the knight's threat, the Carlisle people just looked on coldly, holding hoes and sticks in their hands and remaining silent.

"If you're here to tell us that our lunch share will be halved today, then you can go."

The crowd parted, and a Carlisle man who was slightly shorter than the other Carlisle people, but had muscles all over his body, came out.

The life of a captive did not seem to have worn away his aura, and the lack of food did not make him weaker.

He is the leader of these Carlisle prisoners of war - Olade Furyblood.

As a powerful warrior, he would not have survived as a prisoner of war. The reason why he was still alive was because King Aililan warned him that if he committed suicide, all the people of Carlisle would die.

What King Airland likes most is to play with other people's dignity and pride.

He likes to trample those who have self-respect and pride under his feet, force them to make choices, and then grind their backs.

"I don't have the leisure to make these crude jokes with you."

The knight explained patiently.

"This is indeed good news for you."

"Do you know about the country of Andrius next door? This morning we received a letter from Andrius asking for help. Their first fortress has been attacked by an unknown military force, and the surrounding cities are also in flames of war."

"So what does this matter have to do with us?" Olled leaned against a stone pillar, looking at the knight with eyes full of doubts and inquiry, and a hint of vigilance.

"Of course it does matter. Your Majesty means that I will lead you to support King Andreus. If you survive the battlefield, you will be free."

The knight's words made the camp noisy. These Carlyles looked at each other, shocked and puzzled by this ridiculous news.

"Sending the empire's prisoners of war to rescue its vassal country? It is indeed in line with the old bastard King of Airland's style."

"Watch your words, Allred!" The knight knocked on the hilt of his sword, his tone a little annoyed.

Maintaining the king's dignity at this time is safeguarding one's own dignity.

"Your Majesty is a serious Sky-Shattering Knight, but you are just a tribal warrior with six totems, and your strength is only slightly stronger than that of the Golden Knight. As a junior, you are not qualified to evaluate a strong man like this."

Olled's face twitched, and he wanted to rush forward and twist off the knight's head, but he knew he couldn't do this.

So he changed the subject directly.

"Isn't King Airland afraid of us escaping on the battlefield?"

"Your Majesty asked me to bring you a message."

The knight smiled slightly, looking confident.

"Your son has made rapid progress recently. He has learned how to cleave and return wind. I believe that he will become a qualified knight in a short time, although he has no fighting spirit."

When Allred heard this, his face immediately darkened.

What is the difference between this tribal warrior learning fighting spirit from these so-called "civilized people" and abandoning his bloodline totem and shitting on his head?

But there was nothing he could do.

His son had no strength to resist.

He could almost guess that it wasn't his son who suddenly made rapid progress in the Airland Cavaliers.

But because he endured too much torture, he had to abandon his bloodline totem in order to survive, and followed those knights to learn ridiculous and rigid cuts of this and that.

"I will lead the warriors to fight seriously, but I want to see my children before going to Andrius, and we need armor and weapons."

Allred compromised.

He didn't even ask how much military strength the mysterious military force in Anlius had.

Because he knew that this trip was destined to be a narrow escape, so he should not hold on to any hope of survival.

For the King of Airland, whether they are less than 10,000 Carlisle people or the Anrius who are about to be overthrown, they are just games for him to entertain.

"Very good." The knight nodded, feeling relieved.

King Aililan had no intention of helping him when he asked him to pick up the prisoners.

Whether he can control these unruly Carlisle people is entirely up to him.

Although the process is a bit thrilling, the results are good.

He has succeeded.

"I think His Majesty Airland will definitely agree to your wish. After all, he is a benevolent emperor."

The knight made a casual polite remark.

The equipment and weapons would have been provided by the King of Airland. As for Olled's son, he had been trained by the knight commander.

What I just said was just to deceive Allred.

Allred could only choose to believe it.

But in fact, King Aililan himself was completely indifferent to this matter.

That afternoon, two columns of troops appeared in the royal city of Airland.

One of the teams was led by three knights with gold medals, and the long queue even reached the entrance of the market.

They were strong and strong, wearing the latest armor, with red shawls fluttering in the wind. They walked through the city with their heads held high, looking extraordinary and heroic.

There were several dismantled dragon-hunting crossbows on the truck at the end of the team.

Even the youngest Milkman in the royal city already knew that this luxurious army was going to slay the dragon.

Dragon slaying has been an exciting and proud event throughout the ages.

Human beings have never lacked the spirit to challenge difficulties. They dare to fight any giant beasts and will regard the heads of these giant beasts as medals of their bravery.

And slay the dragon.

It is the most glorious medal among them.

The country will become more stable and peaceful because of slaying the dragon.

The king will gain the love of his people for slaying the dragon.

A warrior will become a guest of the kingdom for slaying the dragon, become the dream lover of all the girls, and even become a candidate for the princess's consort.

So, there is no doubt that this army is loved and welcomed by people.

They sang and danced as if they were celebrating a major festival.

The girls opened the windows and searched the army with their beautiful big eyes. Once they saw a handsome knight they liked, they would throw out fireworks made of silk scarves.

Children also shuttled among the troops.

They carried flower baskets and sprinkled the petals on the soldiers.

The petals were still stained with fresh dew.

This is blessing and baptism.

May these warriors successfully slay the dragon and return in triumph.

No one cares why the dragon is slain.

Because in everyone's mind, the five-color dragon is evil.

Heroic warriors kill them, which is a great thing celebrated by the whole world, and every warrior who slays the dragon is a hero.

The other army looked extremely desolate in comparison.

That was Olled's army of prisoners of war.

Led by the knights, they hurriedly left the royal city.

Each and every Carlisle man wore worn-out armor and weapons.

Although he is tall and powerful, no one cares about him.

Of course, Allred doesn't need condolences.

If he is not a prisoner, then these people in Airland are undoubtedly his enemies, and he will kill them in the most ruthless way until no one is left alive.

You can look up to morality and kindness.

But don't rely on it.

In this world, nothing can be relied upon except your own strength.

Olled finally looked back at the royal capital of Iriland.

There was his beloved son.

When I look back.

There was only coldness and iron blood in his eyes.

The sky was gloomy and it started to rain lightly.

The sword is ice-cold and the armor is cold, and the wind is blowing.

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