Chapter 2205： Surrender (1/2)

For a while, the people who had just calmed down again began to talk. The expressions on their faces were excited at first, but after calming down they were full of sadness.

Yes! They are free, but where can they go after being free?

Even if the Dansha warriors who are war spirits escape the protection of the empire, they can still survive the crisis-ridden era of recklessness, and they will even become the targets of the desperate struggle of the surrounding kingdoms.

However, as ordinary people, Dansha people are not so lucky, and they are very likely to become the rations of Warcraft.

”His Royal Highness, now that the Dansha Empire is destroyed, we no longer have a place to stay. Please show mercy to take us in, even if you are a cow and a horse, you are willing!”

Amidst the crowd, an old man in ragged clothes fell to his knees and buried his head deeply on the ground.

This is an old man who is over a few years old, he is also one of the blood slaves who have just been rescued, and there are many old men like him in the blood slave ranks.

Under normal circumstances, an old man his age was enjoying the pleasures of family relationships, but because of his old age and physical weakness, he was forcibly taken away and became a blood slave, suffering the torture of life rather than death all day long.

As soon as the old man finished speaking, the entire crowd fell into silence. Almost everyone looked at the old man with a little admiration, but more contempt and disdain.

I admire it because he said the voice of everyone, and they didn't want to be the citizens of the Shura capital.

Even though he hadn't really lived in the capital of Shura, as a country not far away, he could know that King Shura is a beautiful country.

But most people didn't speak because they felt inferior in their hearts. They didn't think that King Shura would take in a useless person who became a blood slave.

However, Feng Yixiu's next move was surprising. He saw Feng Yixiu slowly landing from a high altitude, and immediately used his hands to gently support the creeping old man.

The moment the old man raised his head, an old, dry face was printed into the wind and his pupils were repaired, and at a certain moment it reminded him of the dead Pharaoh.

”Old man, King Shura welcomes you to join.”

Feng Yixiu smiled slightly at the old man and said softly.

As soon as the voice fell, the noisy crowd suddenly became silent. After a brief period of calm, with the wind as the center, the dense crowd fell to the ground like a wave.

Even the elders who became blood slaves, King Shura never disliked it, this was undoubtedly a boost for everyone.

Not only did the Dansha people kneel to the ground, but most of the Dansha soldiers also knelt down without hesitation.

They are not fools, and instead of joining the surrounding kingdoms, it is better to join the empire of the future that is thriving in the sky now.

All of them knelt on the ground with nervous faces, closing their eyes as if waiting for the judgment of the **** of fate...

Feng Yixiu looked at the creeping people around him, and said in a righteous voice: ”There was a promise between the king and the pharaoh. After the Dansha Empire is taken, all the Dansha people will be accepted. If you volunteer, naturally You can apply to join the Shura Capital.”

As soon as the voice fell, almost all the Dansha people began to look at each other. After a short silence, the world reveled, and the big stone in everyone's heart finally fell.

The Shura legions were also deeply moved when they saw this scene. The destruction of the country was a sad thing, but now it has evolved into a national carnival, which has refreshed their three views.

This is not only caused by the long-term cruel and tyranny of Emperor Xuehuang, but also because they are about to usher in a new life full of reveries and a free and fraternal king.

”Emperor Shura, long live!”

I don't know who was the first to shout in the crowd, and then it spread out like dominoes, raising arms everywhere.

The shout that resounded throughout the world hovered continuously over the messy wasteland. This shout was not flattery, but a call from the hearts of everyone.

Destruction and rebirth always accompany each other. A ray of sunlight in the morning sheds on the blood-colored ruins, and a touch of emerald green shoots quietly drilled out of the ground...

Feng Yixiu raised his hand slightly, and the scene of loss of control instantly calmed down, and then slowly said: ”But not everyone can join the Shura King's Capital. The admission conditions of this Shura King's Capital are high and high, and low. Not low.”