Pioneering

Chapter 285 Mutual Cows and City Breakdown 【Two in One】

Hearing this, Heller turned pale with fright, and didn't bother to blame Derek, and ran to gather his subordinates in a panic.

As for Saran at home? How can a man suffer without a wife!
……

Here, Hayes led a group of subordinates into Heller's house, broke into every door and took them when they met, desperately searching, and finally found Saran in Heller's bedroom.

At this time, Saran was puzzled, and the smell of heather in the air certainly did not tell Hayes what happened here.

Hayes rebuked his subordinates violently, covered his face with his hands, and squatted on the ground in pain, as if he couldn't accept all this.

Over 200 years old, he fell in love with him for a long time, and unexpectedly, he was wearing a colorful hat shining brightly.

How did he accept this?
Saran hugged a quilt to cover her body behind the bed, pointing to the center of the bed, and pointing to the head of the bed, weeping.

Hayes' heart was broken.

"Hayes, I, I..."

"Sorry, I'm late."

"Well, maybe this is fate.

I was just a widow who lost her husband. Who would have thought that I would be loved by you wrongly, and I would have met my life's support, but how could I have expected to fall into such an end. "

"I can't keep festivals for you in my life, and was raped by your enemies. I wish I could die on the spot. It's just because I can't see you for the last time, so I temporarily endure such insults.

Now that I am lucky enough to meet you, my wish has come true!

My filthy body is no longer worthy of someone like you;
I would like to die in front of you to show my love for you!

I hope to meet you in the Kingdom of God under the crown of the Sea God after death. "

As soon as the words fell, she saw the blue magic light blooming in her hand, calling out a high-speed vibrating water knife, and piercing towards the exposed jade neck.

Hayes, who was squatting, hurriedly stopped, hugged her, with tears in his old eyes, choked up and said:

"I know your heart, it's not your fault, it's not your fault!

It was my negligence, it was me who came too late, it was Heller who was too shameless!
I must kill that old thief Heller to avenge you!"

"Saran, don't seek death. I have sworn to His Majesty the Sea God and Styx that I will marry you, definitely!"

Saran dragged his hands on his chest and cried, "How am I worthy of you now?"

"You are worthy, and whoever says you are not worthy, you will kill him!" Hayes showed a murderous look in his eyes.

"If I can't marry you as my wife, what's the point of becoming the pope?" Hayes hugged Saran, comforting him.

The two snuggled together, as if they never wanted to be separated.

However, Heller left Derek's house and summoned his subordinates. First, he arranged for most of the people to go to the east of the city where the hardcore members of the Hayes faction were located, and then led a few elites to go to his house.

Although Heller is not considered a good man, his affection or possessiveness for Saran is still quite strong. If he can save him, he still wants to try to save Saran.

What's more, if Hayes can be killed in a surprise attack, it will be a big deal.

It can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

As soon as he arrived nearby and looked from a distance, he saw many backbone forces of the Hayes faction standing near his home.

Heller clenched his lips and teeth, led more than a hundred experts, went around to the back door where there were fewer enemies, and led the crowd to rush in.

Unprepared, the person guarding the back door was torn open by Heller, and broke into the back garden of the residence along the opening.

Before Heller led people into the house to search, he happened to see Hayes and Saran holding hands, and Saran walked out of the house leaning on Hayes.

Everyone behind Heller looked at each other in blank dismay. How could this man, whom the boss announced this morning to marry, be in the arms of his deadly enemy?
Kind of exciting!
Heller was furious, and shouted: "Hayes, why did you break into my house, and brought so many people, and even kidnapped my lover.

The enemy is now, are you going to fight me regardless of the overall situation? "

When Hayes saw that it was Heller who came back, he was also surprised and angry:
"Okay, ok, ok, ok you fucking Heller!
Killed my subordinates and robbed my people, you are a 200-year-old man with a family and a family, are you worthy of your current status? "

After finishing speaking, Hayes pushed Saran in his arms back, ordered his subordinates to take her away, then took out the crown of Suichou, and went to cast spells to kill Heller.

Seeing that he didn't use Saran to coerce him, Heller was a little confused, but at this moment, it was already a life-and-death moment, and no one cared about thinking so much, so he took out the trident scepter and went up to him.

Some of Hayes' subordinates behind him also heard Heller's announcement this morning that he would divorce his wife and marry Saran, and they were also confused by the emotional entanglement between these two big bosses.

The situation between the two of you is a bit too complicated, isn't it?
Who is greening who?
Who are the tauren?
Who is the sufferer?
Forget it, don't worry, the boss has already done it, and it would be impolite not to do it yourself.

Anyway, sooner or later this will come out! Everyone has already had a hunch!
As a result, the two sides cast spells using magic spells, and using fighting spirits to use fighting spirits. For a time, they were colorful and full of killing intent, filling the not-so-small residence to the brim.

Heller summoned the trident scepter, and the power in his body was stimulated to the extreme. With the power of the artifact, there were waves of torrents that broke mountains and cracked rocks, streams of poisonous water that corroded everything, drops of "rainwater" that weighed ten thousand, That was merciless, showing even more power than when facing Yasha.

And Hayes also relied on the defensive ability of Suicune's crown to resist Heller's attack impeccably, and even occasionally restrained one or two people with a barrier to help the enemy's subordinates kill the enemy.

Slowly, as the blood flowed more and more, the anger on both sides became more and more intense.

It's not just the mid-level and high-level leaders of the two sides who are fighting each other, but also the strength of the two in the army. I don't know when they started to kill each other.

For a while, the two groups of people wearing the same costumes fought in the dark. At the beginning, they could barely distinguish between the enemy and the enemy, but as the internal fighting intensified, the red-eyed fighters no longer cared so much, and they fought in a chaotic mess.

Beacon smoke was everywhere in Trey City, shouting and killing bursts.

And here, in the north of Telun City, Sky Knight Telun, who is most likely and most qualified to make peace, is desperately blocking the sudden attack of Asshai warriors.

"Damn it, what did the people of Asshai say, why did they tear up the peace?" Thrun asked the messenger impatiently.

"Master Trent, they said, they said..."

"What did they say? Come on, don't dawdle."

"The people in Yaxia said that we are not sincere about the peace talks, and we are not willing to make any concessions, so they are going to try to promote peace and teach us a lesson.

Moreover, no contract has been signed yet, so it is normal to fight no matter what. "

"Damn, damn, damn!" Thrun punched the city wall angrily, growling.

"What about Archbishop Heller and Archbishop Hayes, why didn't any of them come?"

As soon as the words fell, beacon smoke came from the direction of Haile's house, and the power of the two artifacts also spread from the city.

Now it's all right, no need to ask, it must be the emergence of traditional arts again.

Thrun had a hunch that sooner or later the two archbishops would have a real fight, after all, there was such a fine tradition.

If his uncle hadn't died under Parlor's hands, he himself would have been involved in this disturbance.

But Thrun never expected that these two people would be so impatient, you should go back to your country and fight again.

In such a hurry, are you waiting to give Yaxia a big gift bag?
"It's over, it's over." Tren stared at the defensive circle in a daze, under the continuous attack of Yashai's magic cannon.

Tren can be said to be a relatively pure soldier in the expeditionary army. He is not greedy for money, not lecherous, has pure faith, and dares to do the most dangerous missions.

But...but they are the same eggs, full of passion and courage, among this group of insects, they are completely powerless.

Trent sat slumped on the city wall, turning a deaf ear to the voices of his subordinates who kept urging him to ask for solutions.

'What to do? What else to do?'

Tren patted his trouser legs in a self-deprecating manner, and said to his deputy, Lace, "Rece, are you afraid of death?"

Lace was stunned for a moment, then shook his head firmly: "I'm not afraid."

Tren patted him on the shoulder: "Good boy!

I saved you from robbers back then, you were so stupid, so stupid.

It's a pity that I didn't have time to save your parents.

In a blink of an eye, you will be twenty and married.

You are not afraid, but what about your new wife and your unborn child? "

"I believe that Mana will take good care of herself, and my life and everything I have are given by you, General, I..."

Leisi Wentren looked like he was explaining the funeral, and he heard the death in the words, and said anxiously:
"Uncle Trent, it's not worth defending these bastards!"

"There is no value, only the fate of a soldier." Tren smiled wryly, and said, "Reis, be obedient, after a while, you tear up this scroll, take the contents of the bracelet, and flee back to the country to find Mana. go."

"This is an order!" Tren emphasized his tone.

These years, Tren, who has no wife and no children, has long regarded Leisi as his own child. He can die or die for the country, but the slight selfish desire in his heart still wants Leisi to live.

"No, I won't go! I don't want to be a deserter!"

"This isn't a deserter, it's a messenger! I asked you to send news from the front to the country. Are you going to disobey, Lace!" Tren said coldly.

"But, but..." Lace's eyes welled up with tears.

"Clap clap~"

Inexplicable applause came from below the city, which attracted the attention of the two of Tren.

"Okay, what a loyal knight Trent, what a loving uncle and nephew."

"It's you, Derek!" Thrun said in surprise.

It was Derek and Saran who came.

After Saran was taken away by Hayes' subordinates, he was taken away by Drake and came here.

"It's me." Derek nodded.

"What happened in the city, why Heller and the others..." Lace couldn't help interjecting.

Thrun didn't refute Lace's rude behavior, and he obviously cared about what happened in the city.

Of course, Derek would not say that it was the credit of himself and Saran, and said half-truthfully: "Simply speaking, the aftermath of His Excellency Heller's killing of Mara broke out.

Today, Hayes led his men to attack Heller's house. It happened that Heller was not at home and escaped the disaster. Then the two sides summoned their men to fight. "

After finishing speaking, Derek sighed a long time, as if regretting the disregard of the overall situation of the two.

"Without their artifacts, the city cannot be defended. Your Excellency Tren, have you never thought about bringing you and your 3 subordinates to live well?
Even in order to preserve Winkrell's strength, you should consider it.

Have you ever thought about where the kingdom will go in the future after losing a large number of strong and elite?

Now every vitality saved is the most precious wealth of the kingdom! said Derek
"Your Excellency, you mean to surrender?" Tren looked a little gloomy.

"That's right," Derek said, spreading his hands, "Tren, can you find a better way of life?

Now is not your time to be a hero, to be a chivalrous man, but to live and die for the real Winkrel. "

Derek saw that Tron didn't turn his face immediately, and knew there was something going on, so he pursued the victory and said sharply:
"Tren, do you want to put your personal honor before the interests of the kingdom and the church!"

"That's right, Uncle Trent, in war, winning or losing is a common thing. We have done a lot in the past to redeem prisoners, haven't we?" Reis also persuaded.

Tren's face turned blue and white, sometimes frowning, sometimes relaxing, and the forehead lines on his forehead were flickering and tangled.

Several people stared at him eagerly, waiting.

Tren saw the eyes of many knights sneaking over, tired, without fighting spirit, and full of eagerness for life.

Tren, who claims to be a tough guy on the battlefield and has survived many battles, thinks of the overwhelming and high-spirited 30 knights before the departure, and then looks at these vicissitudes of life.

"Hey, maybe I'm Winkrel's first knight general who surrendered in hundreds of years." Thrun said with a wry smile.

Leisi and others were overjoyed when they heard the news. Leisi was glad that his general, who was as close as his father, would not have to fight to the death. Derek and Saranxi were in sight of completing the mission.

"Raise the white flag!" Lace thoughtfully ordered for Tron, sharing some of the damage to his reputation.

"We surrendered, no more fights, no more fights! Soldiers, I will take you home!"

Thrun dared to act, and also shouted.

"Oh! Long live peace!"

"Go to the fucking war!"

"Mom, I'm going home!"

The Winkrel Expeditionary Army, who had long been tortured by the huge shadow of death, erupted in cheers that shook the sky.

John, who saw sheets of white cloth under the city, also ordered the shelling to stop.

"It's over, it's finally over!" John's heart also fell to the ground.

Trey City's defensive circle slowly dissipated, and the city gate creaked open.

Holding a saber handle in his hand, Thrun led the remnants out of the city gate.

John did not dare to relax and ordered to be alert.

Thrun dismounted, head held high, as if accepting surrender, and approached John.

John waved his hand, and the vigilant warriors dispersed.

Trent knelt down on one knee, pulled out the scabbard together, and presented it with both hands.

"The defeated general, Tren Torrent, please surrender, please give us the treatment we deserve as prisoners"

John felt relieved, and took the saber: "General Trent, I accept your surrender, and I promise that you will get the treatment you deserve as a prisoner, including..."

After John finished speaking loudly, the knights who followed Troon out of the city dismounted one after another, reluctantly threw their weapons on the ground, and gave up resistance.

John took a deep breath: "Then, soldiers, follow me into the city!"

"Enter the city!"

(End of this chapter)