Edge of the Apocalypse Chapter 1113: Desire and war

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At dawn, the army sets a camp.

This crusade bypassed the city of Shubia and turned into the Forest of Angry Horns. There is a walkable avenue in the forest. It's just that the spacious avenue where two horse-drawn carriages usually lined up side by side, today suddenly squeezed into such an army, it seemed a lot crowded. Allen rode on the horse, letting the horse run in small steps, and followed the team forward. He recalled the scene of killing all seven or eight straw men with a single knife yesterday evening. This is a rare experience. If you carefully study and practice, he will soon be able to add a new style of knife to his ten poses.

Alan has even thought of a name for that style, so it's called "A Thousand Army." Cut it off with a single knife, a thousand troops can be broken, that is the sword world he is pursuing.

The sound of cows and horses broke his thoughts. Allen looked up and saw a group of people approaching in front of the army. They were citizens who had escaped from Myraham, as Woodrick mentioned yesterday. After the imperial capital issued a message to Mason, people in the three cities controlled by the Sword Lord continued to escape. Although Mason is a ten-sage powerhouse, his opponent is after all a behemoth like Tangliou, so people are not very optimistic about him.

Now this group is the fourth group of refugees Allen and the others have encountered, and people continue to appear. Among them were old people with hollow eyes, barefoot girls, women with babies, the wounded sitting on the cart, and the men frowning. When seeing the crusade army, people's expressions were horrified, for fear that the emperor would bestow the crime of even sitting. This has not never happened in the history of the empire, and not all kings are so broad-minded. Fortunately, Tangliou was not a stingy king, so the crusaders and the refugees passed by, but there was nothing wrong with each other.

"The people who are unlucky in war will always be the people." Bellekay did not smoke his pipe today. It is said that there is not much fog grass left. It is no wonder the old smoker wants to "frugal." He chewed tobacco leaves in his mouth to temporarily relieve his addiction. As for the image, of course he has nothing to do with tall glory. Belleky didn't care about this, otherwise he wouldn't always look like a wanderer.

"So you are a pacifist?" Allen blinked.

Bellequet spit out the chewed tobacco leaves on the ground, and the horseshoes stepped on them, and they were already mixed with the soil. He laughed, the smell of tobacco leaves in the air, Belle Kay shook his head and said, "Alan, whatever

(This chapter is not over, please turn the page) Believe it or not. This era has no destiny for peace, and history has been telling us that there is no permanent peace. Of course, there will not be endless wars. War, peace, war again. Just like the four seasons, we are always in reincarnation, and we never get tired of it. "

"If there is, the war will never disappear, but will only be suspended." Belle Kay pinched the horse, leaving Alan behind.

Allen shook his head: "No matter what life is there, war is everywhere because it is instinct. This is the case in Bairegon, and so is the universe."

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Allen saw Milahan.

This city is just like what he saw on the sand table. It is separated from the Furhorn Forest by an ingrown plain, sandwiched between two big mountains, becoming the gate of the lonely mountain ice field. The crusaders had to open this door before they could approach the Flame Fortress.

Otherwise, everything is empty talk.

Here you can still see hordes of refugees rushing to escape, especially after seeing the crusade army, their pace hastened a lot. When the army set up camp, Woodrick, Julian, Allen and others rode to Milahan on their horses. Allen saw the towering gray-white city wall, the upper and lower walls were different in color, the upper part was lighter and the lower part was darker. Obviously the light-colored part of the city wall was temporarily heightened only recently. They raised the wall height of Myrahan from the original six meters to the current ten meters.

You can see the outlines of many instruments on the walls. As far as Allen knows, there are giant ballistas, artillery, and catapults. Coupled with the shooting holes, arrow buttresses, and dense rows of defenders behind the city wall, the city has been armed to the teeth. The city gate was locked tightly, and there was an extra iron fence. There were still coolies digging the trenches in front of the gate, and the enemy soldiers laid a series of sharp spurs in front of the trenches in front of Allen and the others.

Woodrick narrowed his eyes and made a gesture. Behind them, a soldier came out, and he yelled at the top of the walls of Myrahan: "In the name of the king, the defenders of Myrahan, now request you to surrender unconditionally. Open the city gate and give up resistance, you A fair trial will be given in Olísca. Otherwise, it will be regarded as a betrayal of the empire, and you will be punished for the crime of the betrayer. Your family and descendants will be humiliated by the betrayer. I hope you will do Make a correct judgment."

This soldier roars.

(This chapter is not over, please turn the page), paused, and repeated it again.

A small commotion arose among the soldiers on the wall. Although they are soldiers of the Hellhound Legion, Count Jerio's private army. But Jerio wanted to rebel, but that didn't mean that these soldiers were willing to follow suit. Especially seeing the mighty lineup of the Crusaders, even more frightened. Now that I heard these words of persuasion to surrender, it would be a lie to say that I didn't move my heart. Suddenly at this moment, a fierce power appeared on the head of the city, and the soldiers in the town did not dare to take a breath.

Because that is the breath of Count Jerio.

Still encased in the heavy armor like a fortress, Jerio walked up to the head of the city. Handed the giant sword to a soldier, but took the iron bow from the other. When the bow was pulled down and shot, a feather arrow seemed to ignore the distance before it was shot from Jerio's hand, and it was already nailed to the throat of the soldier under the city. The soldiers were persuading to surrender, and their voice stopped immediately. The corpse pierced with feathers fell to the ground with a plop, shaking up a few wisps of dust.

Woodrick frowned.

Jerio put down the iron bow and shouted violently: "Tanglio dog, I will give you a chance. Now when you go back, you can still hold a woman to drink and enjoy the feeling of the sun. Otherwise, Mila Han is your grave, you can only go to **** and regret your decision!"

Julian snorted, trying to say something. Seeing Woodrick said nothing, he thought for a while and decided to remain silent. Woodrick glanced lightly at Jerio in the city, then turned around and returned to the camp with the others. On the way, he whispered: "Jerio, that idiot, just give up the last chance."

Just before dawn the next day, a desolate trumpet sounded over Myraham. Jerio dragged the huge sword to the wall, and some soldiers brought an iron seat and placed it in the middle of the wall. Jerio sat down on the iron seat and put the giant sword aside. With a sneer on his face, he will sit here today to see how the crusaders break the city. In the sound of the horn, all the equipment was undergoing final inspection, and the soldiers entered their battle positions one after another under the order of the officer, and all the gears of the fortress of Mirakhan began to turn.

At this moment, Jerio felt a burst of excitement for no reason at the horn of attack from the direction of the crusade.

"Come on," he said.

(End of this chapter)

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