Red Blood Dragon Knight

Parklingen saw his men fighting with the guards of the high priest, and instead of being nervous, he laughed.

The Great Sacrifice is the spiritual leader of the Orcs, but there are not many soldiers under them. Most of the subordinates are fighters from various tribes who voluntarily voted for the throne of God Seal.

Although they were dispatched from the nest this time, and they were all elite fighters selected from a hundred, and they were exceptionally brave, but their own guards were not vegetarian, and blood spattered in the shadow of the sword.

In just a few breaths, the two sides have already suffered death and injury to each other.

The sound of weapons clashing, the roar of soldiers, the sound of swords piercing the leather, the screams of injuries, all kinds of sounds are intertwined, and it is extremely chaotic.

Smelling the **** smell in the air, Parklingen suddenly felt a strange relief. This was the war he knew and was familiar with. Sword vs. sword, sword vs. sword. Everyone took their little brothers, using watermelon knives, iron chains, and sticks to kill each other.

Wars like Lorraine that are impossible to approach at all are too incredible for them. It was as if the hands and feet were tied, which made people feel extremely uncomfortable.

At this moment, I saw the soldiers retreating step by step under the fierce attack of the guards under the Great Sacrifice.

Parklingen looked at it, but was not afraid at all, but laughed loudly.

You know, the people gathered here are all his tribe soldiers, and Parklingen has already taken advantage of the home court. It's really impatient to fight him here.

He raised his hands on the ground and shouted loudly: "Soldiers, listen to my orders and kill me~! Now is your chance to redeem your sins. Hurry up and kill me, kill me, kill me. ..."

But the more he screamed, the soldiers and their family members looked at him coldly with a look of idiots.

Parklingen couldn't help but stunned. After speaking, his voice lowered unconsciously, and finally murmured a few words. Stopped.

But then, he reacted, and the anger in his heart rose wildly: these ordinary people dare not listen to the orders, if this is spread out, his prestige will be wiped out.

He used his thick fingers with a huge golden ring to point at the people in front of him, and shouted angrily: "What do you want to do? How dare you not listen to my orders, do you all want to clear the door and copy it~!"

He paused for a while and continued to yell: "Listen to my orders, kill me, kill them all, I can take the previous things lightly, otherwise..."

Before he could finish speaking, someone yelled at this moment.

"Kill him~!"

The mountain of people immediately attracted roared like a tsunami.

"Kill him~!"

The sound exploded like thunder. All the voices gathered together and turned into three words: "Kill him~!"

Parklingen was shocked immediately and couldn't help stepping back. Se Linei yelled loudly: "You...what do you want to do? Don't forget, I am your patriarch~! I am your patriarch~! Believe it or not, I will kill you all and I will kill him. The whole family..."

In the midst of his loud yelling, immediately afterwards, the soldiers of the Pollack tribe were already roaring and rushing toward their patriarch to the throne of God Seal.

Parklingen was scared immediately, and screamed: "I am your patriarch, I am your patriarch~! Don't come, don't come..."

But in the midst of his loud screams, he saw the half-orc warriors and their families who had rushed past the Throne of God Seal like a huge wave.

In an instant, they overwhelmed Parklingen and his confidants.

They rushed to the Throne of God Seal madly, chopped with a knife, chopped with an axe, bitten with their teeth, teared with their hands...

Parklingen was originally considered a hero, but in the last moments of his life, the poor patriarch still did not understand: How could these clansmen rebel against him? Does this still make sense? Shouldn't the people obey themselves by nature?

Finally, when everything was over, only a terrible blood stain remained on the ground. Parklingen, his cronies, and the officers have all disappeared.

Only a few pieces of gold and silver ornaments and pieces of luxurious clothes scattered on the ground can prove that they once existed

A group of half-orcs sat on the ground panting, staring at tawny eyes, with red blood on the corners of their mouths, looking at each other with wild beast-like eyes.

At the same time, the commotion here immediately caused a chain reaction.

The troops that were prepared were already on the verge of explosion. At this time, seeing someone taking the lead, these soldiers who had been soaked in the tears of their families immediately mutated without hesitation.

They picked up the guy and pointed at their officer.

Some officers who wanted to resist had just pulled out their knives, and they were cut into meat sauce by the soldiers.

Those who were not very determined saw that the limelight was wrong, and immediately raised their hands and shouted: I am an undercover agent, and I firmly support the high priest~!

Even some officers saw that the general situation had gone, because their relationship with the patriarch was too close, knowing that these soldiers could not let go of themselves, and immediately swept their swords and followed their patriarch.

A close relative of Parklingen's officer even managed to escape, but he also lamented: "That man not only burned the flames of war to the grassland, but also brought the devil into the hearts of our race. The half-orcs who are known for their loyalty and bravery also learned Betrayed..."

This sentence is very characteristic of the times. It fully proves the great truth of "butt determines head".

Those guys just saw that the orc warriors had betrayed their officer patriarch and raised their swords to them. But don't think about who is it?

Who betrayed these poor orcs first?

Loyalty is one of the noble qualities of all intelligent creatures, but this ‘loyalty’ is so expensive, and it is all paid for by blood and life. Therefore, there must be corresponding ‘loyalty’ in return~!

Because of the high priest Tanskvado sitting in the town, this mutiny within the orcs occurred quickly and ended quickly.

A group of officers and patriarchs wiped the blood stains from the swords in their hands and came to Tanskvado's side again.

They are just like seeing the teacher’s kindergarten children, looking at the big sacrifice with eager eyes: You know, one hour has come~!

They are not the ruthless heroes of Parklingen, for the sake of themselves, they can leave all the burdensome family members casually.

They all have their own families, children, and property. These are all things they cherish. Even if he died, he did not want to be separated.

It is precisely because of this that they gritted their teeth and insisted on fighting until now.

What's more, even if you abandon your family, everything, and escape from here, what about it?

From now on, with everyone's curse and infamy, wandering around like wild dogs? At that time, only by leaving this place far away and hiding on the other side of the lake could the shame be covered.

Since you can't escape, you can't escape.

So now they have only two options.

And because of the recent riots, a lot of precious time has been wasted, and it is now imminent.

Lorraine’s army of destruction was ready to attack again, and could pour that terrifying artillery fire on everyone at any time.

Now... now someone must come forward and come up with an idea~!

If it is a war, then everyone will use the power of the whole family. Whether it is a woman or a child, they must take up arms to fight the enemy. There was a vigorous battle until the last person fell down.

Even if the half-orcs are all dead, they can leave a great fame in the world.

Let the world know that even in the face of that powerful character, the orcs still did not give in.

They once fought bravely~!

If it is a surrender, then everyone should send out envoys as soon as possible to avoid waiting for that person to pour the artillery on their own heads, and then surrender, but many people will die in vain~!

Although everyone knows what to do in the current situation is correct. But that sentence is too heavy.

They dare not, have no ability, and are not qualified to say that sentence. Can only quietly look at their high priest, the greatest wise man among the orcs-Tanskovado.

Tanskvado's eyes swept across the faces of the crowd.

These are all elites among the orcs.

These patriarchs, chiefs, shamans, and priests are all famous heroes among the half-beasts.

Behind each of them, there has been a paragraph or several thrilling legends.

What to tear up tigers and leopards, fight lions with bare hands, bully men and women, seek power to usurp the throne, exterminate tribes... these things are even more numerous.

But now these heroes are all already scared by that person...These heroes have been scared by that person. They are as well-behaved and honest as little chickens. As long as they see the flying eagle passing by, they will immediately hide in the old hen. Under his wings, trembling. "

He turned his head and looked outside the camp gate, and saw the empire's flying eagle battle flag fluttering in the wind in the distance. The black eagle was fierce and fierce, trying to fly out, choosing people to eat~!

Under that banner, one can vaguely see a person who has slowly raised his right hand.

Following his action, the muzzles of countless black holes lined up, the messenger behind the gun has also raised the red flag in his hand high, and the gunpowder hand will also approach the back of the gun with the billowing black smoke... …

Tanskvado's heart was tight at the moment. He knew that once the opponent's hand fell, the countless muzzles would inevitably emit fiery flames, and then poured countless cannonballs on his heads, turning this camp into a Terrible hell.

He took a deep breath, then whispered: "We accept the conditions set by the empire, we...we...we surrender~!"

As his voice fell, all the orcs immediately felt lighter, as if a big mountain had been removed from their shoulders.

But at the same time, they looked at each other and were silent.

I don't know where it came from, first there was a low weeping sound, and then the weeping sound was like a plague, and it spread quickly.

After a few seconds, almost everyone whispered.

The pride and honor of the half-orcs for thousands of years, all sacrifices and struggles, blood and tragedy, countless legends and stories...

Everything disappeared with the wind following the words spit out from the mouth of the great sacrifice.

They don’t understand, why?

Why is it so?

Why did my family struggle for thousands of years, but it turned out to be so vulnerable?

That person just moved his fingers to smash the glory and pride of these thousand years~!

why?

In grief, the soldiers could no longer hold onto their weapons.

The sharp long knives, the gleaming big swords, and the sharp heavy axe all fell to the ground, clanging into a ring.

But these half-orcs are still desperately holding on to their last trace of pride.

Although they had knelt down on the ground in grief, they couldn't help but weeping in a low voice, but they clenched their teeth and did not cry. So as not to let those humans read their jokes.

Although Tanskvado was still standing upright, in the warm spring breeze, he felt a boundless chill, and his whole body was shaking constantly.

He held the crutches tightly with his hands, like a spasm, only in this way could he support his body, otherwise, he shook back and forth a few times.

Tekuridom looked at him and hurried forward, reaching out to support him.

Tanskvardow calmed down, and then slowly raised his hand, and said in a low voice: "I can do it~!"

With that, struggling to drag Tecuridorm's help.

He turned around, raised the crutches in his hand, with a solemn expression, and said to Tecuridorm: "Tecuridorm, my brother, go. Take my crutches, and give it to that people……"

He choked, then let out a long breath, before continuing: "Go to that person, since we have already lost, don't let the blood of our clan flow in vain."

Tekuridom also had a sad look on his face, looking at the crutch in a daze, and he has been reluctant to reach out his hand for a long time.

Tanskvado grinned suddenly, and said: "Take it, I know you are thinking that this is not a day or two..."

Tekuridom blushed immediately, and he was about to open his mouth to argue, but he hadn't spoken yet. Just listen to Tanskvado sighed and continued: "Unfortunately, there is no chance for you."

Tekkuridom's heart suddenly tightened, as if he had heard an ominous prophecy.

He looked down at the crutches, then twitched the corners of his mouth, grinning barely, and then said bitterly, "My brother, this is going to be handed over. Of course I have no chance to get it..."

Tanskvado interrupted him when he stretched out his hand, and continued: "After you go to that man's army, with this thing in his hand, he will definitely reuse you in the future. So be sure to keep your eyes open. Take a closer look.

See clearly where they are better than us.

See clearly why we fail.

Only when we understand them and our enemies can we have the opportunity to stand up again and have the opportunity to regain freedom.

do you know? ? ? ! ! ! "

Speaking of later, his voice became sharper, like a thunderous roar.

Tecuridorm was shocked.

He took a deep breath, then bowed deeply and said calmly: "I swear by the soul of my ancestors, I will do my best to live up to your request."

Tanskvado turned his head, looked at the patriarchs around him, and said, "You are the same, you know?"

A crowd of people all bowed to the moment, buried their heads deeply, and said at the same time: "I will definitely keep this in mind~!"

Tanskvado nodded, and then said to Tekuridom: "Go ahead. I believe that man is already impatient. Although he still hasn't fired, we can't regard his kindness as cowardice. .Don't anger him, don't let his anger fall on our people."

Tekuridom wanted to say something more, but seeing Tanskvado waved his hand and urging himself constantly, he had to bow at the moment, then took the crutch and ran away.

Tanskvado looked at the figure he was going away, and suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, followed by a sweet throat. He knew it was not good and wanted to endure it, but in the end he didn't hold it back, and immediately spit out'Wow' The blood came out.

The patriarchs next to him watched, and immediately exclaimed. They all stepped forward and wanted to hold him.

But Tanskvado waved his hand and threw everyone away, shouting angrily: "I'm not dead yet~! You don't need your help~!"

Everyone looked at it, and they all cried down right now.

Tanskvardó closed his eyes, stood there, and waited quietly for a while.

Sure enough, it was only after a while, the direction of the Imperial Corps in the distance had already rang out like a tide of cheers.

He let out a long breath now, anyway, since that person accepted his surrender, then the war is over.

He glanced at the clan chiefs standing next to him, and the faces of those people were all worried. Now that he has surrendered, then everyone's life or death will be in the hands of that person. Look at him up and down.

Some people are even lowering their heads, crunching their fingers and calculating silently. It seems that he is planning to pay bribes to that person as much as he has on hand. Good in exchange for lenient treatment.

This shouldn't be difficult, because according to rumors, although that person is good at fighting, he is also a greedy man. The scraping of the ground is extremely powerful. The sky is three feet high and the ground is seven minutes thin. It is known as the ‘Friend of Hades’. I don’t know how much money I should give him?

Relying on his years of experience, Tanskvardeau used his sophisticated eyes to see through the thoughts of those people at a glance, and then smiled contemptuously.

If he pointedly said to the people: "Relax your heart. If you haven't done many bad things to the people of the human race before, that person will definitely let you go.

If you have done bad things before, then go back as soon as possible and divide all the family property out. Because no matter how much money you give him, he will still scrape you clean and then send you to the guillotine. "

The crowd were all stunned at the moment. They looked at each other, and silently digested the words of this great wise man. They knew that this high priest possessed human wisdom, and he would never tell lies.

No matter how bizarre and incomprehensible his words were at the time, every one of his words will finally be fulfilled.

But Lord Lorraine, would that greedy ghost not be greedy for money? How does this sound, how is it like a fairy tale that tricks children into sleeping.

Tank Svado saw the people’s doubts and sighed. At this moment, in order to protect the elites of the orcs, he had to explain seriously: “It’s like this. If someone has never done anything bad, he will The money earned is definitely not enough.

According to that person's personality, that little money is not worth even bending down, and he will definitely not be eye-catching.

If you do something bad. To make more money, that person wants to clean it..."

He paused for a moment, and asked back: "In your opinion, do you take some bribes to stink your reputation, or copy other people's homes and scrape away all the money and treasures.

Which of these two is more efficient? Which one is more popular?

If you choose yourself, which one would you choose? "

A group of half-orc patriarchs looked at each other, and some people patted their chests with relief, while others were horrified. But more people are more uncertain.

Those guys have made some mistakes and grabbed some things, but they didn't dare to grab too much. It's between the two. I don't know if his guilt is to be beheaded or he can let go gently. Over.

Tanksvado had to add: "Believe me, as long as he is not a heinous person, he will not kill people indiscriminately in order to reassure people. As long as you listen to his arrangements honestly, you can get through safely. "

"Very bad? What counts as bad?"

Tank Svado said: "Very bad? Last year ~www.readwn.com~ Those guys who were instigated by Witchin and Torek to steal things from the human turf were very sinful. They should have been killed by that person. So. Don't worry about it."

After hearing his words, most of the bigwigs immediately congratulated themselves and sighed.

Tank Swado also took care of them lazily, flung his long sleeves and turned away.

When everyone saw it, they were startled.

Someone whispered immediately: "Great sacrifice, where are you going? We still need your guidance."

Tank Svado stopped and said, "I'll go to the next curse. Give that person a curse. A curse that everyone will remember us. Even if we all disappear in the wind, people will remember it. Our curse.

Then, I, who signed the Orc surrender treaty, exiled myself to wandering deep in the prairie to punish me for my faults. "

After speaking, he left without looking back.