The Hardest Bone Will Eventually Feed Wang

That white armor, flawless handsome face, and perfect smile are exactly the head of the Eagle Group, Griffith, who descended like an angel during the day and attracted the attention of the entire castle.

Behind him was the young Gus, and the berserker Gus, Casca, and several other mercenary squad leaders who were all covered in armor.

"That's right, Ms. Kerrigan, I have accepted the employment of Mr. Rodriguez to come and do my part to save this city from being ruined. In the name of the Eagles, we can bring you victory."

Griffith's eyes are soft and firm, like the protagonist shining with invisible light.

Only Kerrigan scoffed.

"Just relying on your trash with less than 100 people? That group of crooked melons and split dates can only scare the group of ignorant natives. It's no better than chickens to face those strong orcs on the battlefield."

Faced with Kerrigan's harsh ridicule, the young Gus who was following behind seemed to take a step forward to express dissatisfaction, but Kerrigan just stared at him, and the armor on the young Gus was instantly covered with cracks like spider webs. The Zhanma sword, which was nearly two meters long and five fingers wide, was also almost fragmented.

Until Guts in Berserker armor blocked Kerrigan's sight, the face shrouded under the helmet was expressionless, but the tall figure made the other members of the Eagle Group a little relieved.

This set of equipment is taken from the guild equipment in the Lich's warehouse. Although it is not advanced equipment, it is definitely several times stronger than Fantie, but it has no defense against Kerrigan!

You must know that in addition to all kinds of artifacts in the guild warehouse, there are more equipment that players don't like to throw in the warehouse to exchange for contribution points. Especially those who practice skills throw a bunch of messy equipment into the warehouse. For the recruited unicorns, the Eagle Group at this time said bluntly that every one of them would be killed by ten people, if not a hundred people.

But Kerrigan was still vulnerable.

"Before you speak out, it's best to weigh your own weight."

The young Gus gritted his teeth while looking at his equipment, while Griffith raised his hand to signal to the captains who followed him to stay calm.

"Ma'am, I know we may be few in number, but that's enough. Maybe we won't be able to step into the domain of your extraordinary beings. This is not a battle of myths between monsters, but a war of mortals. , the war must be handed over to the mercenaries who are good at war, and we are the best among the mercenaries."

Griffith eloquently assured that, with that holy and perfect face, it seemed that he could withstand the persuasion if the sky fell, exuding amazing charm.

Very seductive.

"I think you have misunderstood me, young mercenary, I have fought more wars than you have ever heard of, so I just want to ask you: the orc army may attack at any time, you just rely on less than 100 people plus With less than [-] defenders, how can we face the enemy?"

Kerrigan didn't want to listen to false assurances, and asked straight to the point.

"Defend, then attack."

Griffith was decisive.

"Only with this few people?"

Kerrigan was flippant and sarcastic, condescending.

"Doesn't this country called Noxus still have nearly [-] troops?"

Griffith asked back, smiling picturesquely, but the implication made Kerrigan's expression slightly stunned, as if a little surprised and... admiring.

"It's a little bit interesting, isn't one hundred against hundreds of thousands, but five thousand against hundreds of thousands? Then I look forward to how you control these 5000 people."

"But I won't offer you any help."

"It's okay, please watch quietly, ma'am, I will give you this triumphant triumph as the brightest jewel, because only a victory is worthy of your crown."

Griffith's eyebrows and eyes were confident and steady, as if he already had something in his pocket.

He even knelt down on one knee, pulling up Kerrigan's finger to kiss as if it was a matter of course. The picture is beautiful and elegant, as if a noble and kind prince in a fairy tale is proposing marriage, and Kerrigan with beating fire hair is the glamorous queen in a fairy tale.

Excellent match.

You must know that unlike Jim Raynor, who has gray temples, Kerrigan now looks like a 30-year-old hot woman, with a tall figure, tight skin and sharp eyes. Although the domineering contempt is more eye-catching, it is undeniable. She has an amazing charm that is not inferior to a first-class supermodel or star.

"I swear to you."

"It's such a beautiful oath, young mercenary, it's so heart-warming that no girl can resist your sweet words."

Kerrigan graciously withdrew her hand, and glanced at Renault's direction as if she was teasing her lover, but Renault didn't seem to care, just took out a cigarette and smoked in the corner.

"But you only remind me of Arcturus Mengsk."

Kerrigan's tone sank, there was a trace of disgust, and even a trace of anger, the light from his eyes almost turned into golden pupils.

"They are all the same selfish, hypocritical, ambitious, the only way to satisfy your endless ambition is to trample the whole world under your feet, either the world is better because of you, or the world is burning in a raging fire, no sacrifice will let go In your eyes."

Kerrigan's sudden change of attitude made everyone else at the scene a little confused. Just now, it was clearly like a fairytale picture, and she turned her face at every turn.

Only the man under the berserker armor trembled imperceptibly after hearing Kerrigan's words, as if struck by lightning.

"My cooperation with you is only this time. After that, get out of my sight. I don't want to see you again, and I don't want to give you a chance to betray."

Kerrigan put down his words coldly, turned around and left, determined and firm.

But Griffith didn't seem to have heard the scolding. He patted his armor and gave a little courtesy to the others who were still in the firewood room, and then left with his captains.

Except for Gus in Berserker armor.

"So, are we successful?"

Hong Meiling (shame) asked cautiously, who had been overwhelmed by the aura of the two of them and dared not show it.

"It should be counted, at least it seems that we don't need to fight."

Reimu also had an uncertain tone.

"Hehe, don't worry, Sarah just remembered the past, so I look forward to your performance."

Jim Raynor came to leave after saying that, but at this moment, a tall figure stopped in front of his eyes.

It was Gus who was wearing the Berserker armor, and he could feel his fear and anxiety through the armor.

"Excuse me, I want to know, what happened to the Arcturus Mengsk that Kerrigan mentioned? Was there any betrayal?"

"Death has no place to die."

Author's message:

PS: There are many kinds of heroes, but there is basically only one kind of careerist. Griffith and Mengsk are actually no different, except that they are taller, richer and more handsome.

394. Disagreement

In the crowded, noisy, and terrified Fore Castle, almost no one slept or could sleep that night.

Because hundreds of thousands of orcs are scattered in the field outside the city wall, this is the southern coast of Noxus, and the defense force is far inferior to that of the West and the Demacians. In addition, the orcs move quickly, sturdy and brave. Countless cities and towns have fallen, and countless refugees have poured in.

And the reason why they just poured in instead of killing them all is because this country is called Noxus.

Noxus is an out-and-out militaristic political system, high-pressure and centralized, 100 of the 80 years have been at war, and even the highest leader is called a general rather than a king or emperor.

Under this political system, all adult men have received military training so that they can be called at any time. Every household has swords and armor, and every major checkpoint has fortifications. Even if they are attacked by surprise, there are emergency military plans. Orderly retreated to seek refuge in the nearest fort.

Following standard procedure, it was time for the Noxians to counterattack.

And reinforcements followed.

Viewed from the city wall, a group of people and horses in the distance moved towards Castle Fore, sweeping red smoke and dust. Before the people arrived, the smell of blood was already coming, as if a cloud of blood was rushing.

But the defenders on the castle cheered, shouting the same name loudly, fanatical and excited.

"Dreyus! Darius!"

The gate of the castle was open, but the speed of the visitors did not slow down. A cloud of blood seemed to be stuffed into the gate amidst the rumble of horseshoes. It was not until the smoke and dust filled the air that the figures of extremely sturdy and heavily armored cavalry were revealed.

All of them have deep black armor and scarlet battle robes.

These soldiers are different from the ornately carved and polished armor and handsome mounts of the Eagles. Their armor is dark and heavy. The thick shoulder armor can be used as a helmet. Heavy cavalry.Horses are not even called divine horses, but they are taller than humans, and each horse weighs close to a ton.It can be said to be a real tall horse.

Rough, strong, thick, tough, this is the soldier of Noxus.

The leading man got off his horse and took off his helmet, revealing a rough, resolute old man's face full of evil spirits. A little white hair on his forehead showed the vicissitudes he had experienced, but it did not change his iron blood at all.

He is Darius.

"Who is in charge here now?"

Looking up at the impenetrable castle, he roared loudly, so full of energy that even the nearby doors and windows were cracked.

"General Darius, it's really great that you are here, we are saved. I am Sir Ann, and I am now the Chief Commander of Fore Castle. I have heard your name for a long time..."

"not good at all."

A thin old man wearing a suit of armor that was too big to fit squeezed in front of Darius' horse after the guards pushed through the crowd. His old face was almost flattering, but he was interrupted by Darius. He lifted the so-called army commander up like a chicken.

"General! General! What are you doing? Let me down, General!"

The old aristocrat's face was flushed from being held up by his neck and it was difficult to breathe.

"Do you know what the maximum capacity of this castle is?"

"Accommodating? Yes... it can accommodate 5000 people for three months. But this is only normal. Today's situation is different..."

"Now tell me how many people are in this castle?"

Darius raised the old nobleman by the neck and asked loudly, everyone in front of the castle gate could see it, but none of the old nobleman's guards dared to step forward to help.

"That, that, no statistics. But General Darius, it's not my fault. They are all Noxians. Under such drastic changes, they can't do nothing. The nearby Ambu Castle is full, black The fortress has been taken, and they will die outside the walls..."

"There is too much storage and too little reserve. Once the riots are triggered, the city will be destroyed, and you will die, idiot."

Darius sneered, looking around at the tens of thousands of eyes on the crowded street.Finally let go of the hand that was pinching the old nobleman's neck.

"Ahem, I took off my ignorance, I was stupid, thank you General Darius for your...hand!?"

The old nobleman clutched his neck and was about to confess, but found that the scene in front of him was spinning, his fingers were rolling in front of his eyes, and at the same time he saw his headless corpse in armor.

When the head fell to the ground, the warm headless corpse lay limp on the ground, and the noisy castle fell silent.Darius retracted the huge axe, looked at the panic, longing, and fear in the city, and announced loudly.

"The trash who only hide in the wall, you have heard that this castle does not have food and reserves to accommodate your trash, those monsters who call themselves orcs are now raging outside the city, and I am afraid that they will soon attack Castle Fore .There are only [-] people who can be useful in the next war. Now I am in command here, and I order you to come and tell me what you are useful for before the end of tonight, or you will all get out of the city gate."

Darius' proclamation echoed in the castle, and people condemned and scolded the mother in an uproar. However, he ignored it and walked straight to the main castle of the castle, but the outraged crowd almost gave way to him in panic.

"Is this the commander-in-chief of the Noxus? It's interesting."

On the tower, Kerrigan also saw the scene where Darius beheaded the original city lord in front of the city gate, with a slightly appreciative expression on his surprised face.

"I don't see what's so interesting about it, dear. Just another tyrant."

When Renault watched the scene through the sniper scope, he didn't like the man at the city gate who was about his age. After all, he was also a revolutionary soldier who fought for freedom.

"Yes, but a correct tyrant, unscrupulous, in pursuit of victory."

"But if that old man followed the standard pedantically, how many people would be killed by orcs outside the city walls? That's tens of thousands of lives."

Renault looked at his lover and retorted, frowning.

"What's more, with us here, as long as the battle is resolved quickly, the so-called failure to persist because of too many people and supplies does not exist at all."

"But the commander-in-chief named Darius didn't know, did he? Jim, he just did what he knew was the right thing to do, and the result is what needs to be considered the most."