Chapter 1087 (2/2)
”You maniac, don't think you can...”
”Lucian!” Lauren said without looking back, ”shut up the fly; he dares to shout again and kill it.”
”Yes!”
With a cold hum, the grey pupil boy raised his right hand - the surrounding demon hunters and Byrne Knights raised heavy crossbows and cavalry bows, and opened bows and arrows at the surrounded Elven 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 subconsciously retracted their necks.
”Well, a hundred gold coins... Is anyone willing to earn this money?”
Looking at the always indifferent survivors, little priest Weber showed a somewhat disappointed expression.
”The last time... 300 gold coins, I won't increase the price.”
Looking at the pair of dead eyes staring at themselves, Loren's right hand raised three fingers: ”three hundred gold coins, kill the fly with this knife - I promise as Loren Turin, Duke of Byrne, there will be no jokes!”
A thin child, trembling in the eyes of the survivors, raised his hands, picked up the Azor long knife that was too big for him, and looked at the black haired wizard with fear.
”That... Duke and Duke... You promised, three or three hundred gold coins...”
”I promised, I did what I said.”
Said the dark haired wizard calmly, turning his eyes to little Joad behind him;
The tax official hiding in the crowd took off the saddle bag in pain and threw it on the ground with a bang - heavy gold coins poured out of the saddle bag.
Three hundred gold coins... Looking at those glittering ”little round pieces”, the survivors' eyes were straight - frightened by the Byrne Knights standing opposite with swords, none of them dared to rush up and grab them.
The thin child swallowed his saliva, clenched the handle of the knife and turned his eyes to the elf warrior opposite; The ferocious ”long eared monster” had become a bag of gold coins on the ground in his eyes.
”Ah, ah, ah --!!!”
Looking at the half young man who didn't know how to use a knife and waved wildly towards himself, the ferocious Elf Warrior sneered.
He guessed what the Duke of Byrne opposite wanted to do, but he did not intend to make the other party happy - even if he died, his opponent's conspiracy would not succeed.
The elf warrior also raised his long knife.
”Poof!”
Suddenly, an invisible wave of air hit his chest, and the sweet Elf Warrior trembled. When he looked up in horror, he saw the Duke of Byrne opposite, sneering at him.
This despicable maniac -!
”Ah, ah, ah --!!!”
Half a teenager who roared hysterically penetrated the long knife into the trunk of the elf warrior; Blood spilled, an elf warrior was knocked down by a child in full view of the public.
The boy roared and didn't stop. He pulled out his long knife and cut like a battle axe.
”Ah! Ah! Ah --! Ah ah ah...”
The crazy cry was stopped by one hand. Along the palm of his shoulder, the boy looked up and saw the elves who had been cut into shape by himself in front of him and the Duke of Byrne standing behind him.
”You, you said you were the Duke of Byrne?” the boy gasped and stared at the black haired wizard. ”I, I heard the rich man in the village say that there was a Duke of Byrne before, called the 'black Duke'.”
”Who is he? Is he your grandfather?”
The dark haired wizard did not answer, turned his head and waved behind him; The understanding Byrne Knights threw the booty they had just grabbed in front of the survivors.
Long knives stained with blood are piled up like hills.
Frightened and frightened survivors, their eyes lingered between weapons and Loren's figure.
It can be seen that they are afraid. In the face of this ”emergency”, their first thought is not revenge or taking refuge in the Lord who saved their lives, but running away.
After all, all the survivors who can survive have never resisted when the elves occupied here; All they can think of now is to run away as soon as possible and hide in a safe place.
But
”Everybody -” the dark haired wizard said in a deep voice, ”I know what you think, but I'm sorry, you can't help it now!”
”We captured the stronghold of the Azores and killed all their soldiers. Reinforcements will come in half a day. When they arrive, even if they are just for revenge, they will never leave any survivors.”
”So there is only one road left in front of you.” Loren raised his big sword and pointed to the weapons on the ground:
”Pick them up, kill all the flies behind me, grab enough supplies from them, and then run for your life to the imperial capital!”
”There are tens of thousands of troops, walls that the enemy can't break, and countless wealth, weapons and food, which can ensure your absolute security; the imperial capital... Is the only direction you can escape!”
”So run, get close to what you can and escape to the imperial capital. Only there can you be safe!”
”Take as much food as you have, and as much weapons as you have; even if you meet an enemy who is chasing and killing, you don't have no room for resistance. How many people can escape to the imperial capital alive depends on your own luck.”
”When you arrive at the imperial capital, if the Garrison Army refuses to open the door for you, show them this flag, ask if any of the garrison troops come from Byrne, remember the black Duke and the Dragon Queen, and then tell them...”
Loren, who took the Golden Lion Flag on a black background from Lucian, put his hand into the arms of the half child:
”Tell them that the black Duke... Is back!”