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

On the wall of Black Tower City, Paul gradually tried to pull his arm out of the spear.

This is a very painful process.

Bones and flesh rubbed against the burr-pricked wooden edge of the spear, and each force was a form of torture.

His forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and his fat face was red from holding it back.

"I can definitely do it!" Paul encouraged himself, "Those damn orcs will definitely be killed and abandoned as soon as they meet Count Regg. When the time comes to reorganize the troops, I must find the coachman. I Make his life worse than death!"

"Hey! You look like you need help?"

There was a joking voice in his ears, and Paul opened his eyes, only to see the carriage driver he had longed for standing in front of him, holding his hands and staring at him with hatred.

"Uh..." Paul panicked immediately. He had no ability to resist at all. How could he compete with this agile coachman?

"I can do it myself." He sneered, his fat face becoming a little pale again.

"Well, I have no grievances with you. As a soldier guarding the gate, my duty is to protect the city gate. Fighting with you is purely required by my duties. If we put aside our identities, I am very willing to do this with you. The strong ones become friends.”

"Do we really have no grievances?" Cartel sneered. He raised his hand to wipe off the mud and beard on his face, revealing a young and delicate face.

"You should still recognize me!" he asked sharply.

Paul looked at the face of the young man in front of him, and the group of refugees who were driven out of Black Tower City yesterday gradually emerged in his mind.

One of the father and son pairs struggled to move and fell at the end of the team. The old hunter's leg was lame. His son carried him on his back and ran forward with gritted teeth, but even so he could not keep up with the other refugees.

The last one to walk out of Black Tower City will die.

The old hunter yelled at his son to go first. He punched, kicked and cried while cursing. The young man had no choice but to put his father down. The old hunter continued to crawl forward with difficulty. The young man turned back every three steps. Following at the end of the refugee team, he burst into tears until he saw his father being lifted up and put under the guillotine by the soldiers of Black Tower City.

The leading soldier pressed the guillotine fiercely, and blood spurted out, staining a small area of ​​land red.

Paul remembered.

Isn't that old hunter's son the young man pretending to be a coachman in front of him?

And it was he himself who cut off the old hunter's head.

"No! I don't know you! I don't know who you are, you got the wrong person!"

Of course Paul would not admit it.

He shook his head in panic and struggled more violently, trying to pull his body off the spear. At this time, the bone-eroding pain seemed to become less unbearable.

"You don't know me, but I will remember you even if I turn to ashes! You killed my father, you damn devils!" Cartel gritted his teeth, and tears slid down his dark cheeks, leaving traces on his face. Following flesh-colored tracks, he picked up Paul's long sword from the ground and put the tip of the sword against Paul's chest.

"Father, I will avenge you!"

Carter roared, his voice hoarse like the roar of a beast. He pushed the sword into the soldier's heart little by little, and blood seeped out from the ring armor.

Paul was trembling nervously, mumbling vague words of begging for mercy, but he soon felt a coldness in his heart, followed by a burning sensation throughout his body. His breathing became more and more difficult, and the sight in front of him The picture became increasingly blurry, feces and urine poured out along the loose intestines, and he died soon after.

Carter silently stared at the dead soldiers. After a moment, he wiped away his tears and fell to the ground along the engineering frame. His father's head was still hanging on the side of the city wall. He took off his father's head and held it in his arms. Inside, facing the black tower city filled with smoke and the blood-red night sky, we cried heartbrokenly.

…

Although Count Reg has been killed, there are still a lot of things waiting for Su Nian to deal with in Black Tower City.

The first is to put out the fire.

In the previous battle, the soldiers of Black Tower City held torches for lighting. When they died, the torches rolled down into nearby houses, and the flames burned along the wooden fences. There was no one in many houses. They had already Kicked out of Black Tower City by Count Reg.

Saving a burning house is not too difficult for the Dark Orcs.

The soldiers who were so frightened that their legs were weak lost their initial fear after knowing that the Dark Orcs were troops sent by the empire. They diligently helped the Dark Orcs transport buckets of water from the nearby river, wishing they could grow two more leg.

Inside the tallest black tower in Black Tower City.

Su Nian was sitting on the lord's chair with a golden sword, his giant ax placed across his knees, and his murderous vertical pupils were like a pair of red embers.

In the hall, a group of Black Tower City nobles cowered like quails. They knelt on the ground with their heads lowered, as silent as the undead in the tomb.

"Once again, I reiterate my identity. I am the Dark Orc Legion of the Empire. I am here to solve the problem of refugees and bandits under His Majesty's orders. You all must know about the Gray Wind Bandit Group. Now the entire Gray Wind Bandit Group has become history. Now, Let’s talk about the refugees.”

This time Su Nian did not explain that the emperor was the Black Dragon Emperor. There was no point in saying so. It would only increase suspicion and panic. All he needed to do was to let these nobles understand that he was from the empire's legion.

"Forcibly increasing taxes and driving out the civilians who can't pay the taxes from Black Tower City, causing the refugees and bandit groups to wreak havoc in the wilderness outside the city, even to the point of cannibalism. You guys really deserve to die!" Su Nian smiled grimly. He said, his orcish language was very slow, but it was even more oppressive. Every word he spat out was like a heavy weight weighing on the hearts of these nobles. "Now tell me, which of you participated in driving away the refugees and increasing taxes? Take the initiative." If you admit it, I will leave a whole body for you."

After saying this, Su Nian sat down on the chair and glanced coldly at the heads of every noble. However, no nobles answered his questions. It was obvious that these nobles were still taking chances.

If you don’t tell me and I don’t tell them, no one will know about the bad things they did.

But Su Nian had been prepared for this. He waved his hand, and the two knights who were originally Earl Regg's bodyguards immediately placed a stack of parchment scrolls respectfully on the table in front of Su Nian.

Su Young casually picked up a parchment and read aloud: "On July 11th, Viscount Sam led the soldiers to collect 15 taxes from the civilians of Black Tower City, and dealt with three civilian families who refused to cooperate. Please come out of Black Tower City."

"Who is Viscount Samus?"

Su Nian stood up and held the giant axe.

The two bodyguard knights rushed into the group of nobles like wolves and tigers, and then pulled out a fat man with a pale face, a goatee, and a bit of baldness.

"My lord, he is Viscount Sams."

"Very good!" Su Nian walked to Viscount Sam's side, held the giant ax above his head with both hands, and declared in a cold voice: "It is a pity that you have lost the opportunity to possess the whole body."

After saying this, the giant ax struck down.

Viscount Sam's head exploded like a watermelon.