This Game Is Too Realistic

On the outskirts of Xifan Port, on a piece of red land near the coastline.

A dozen or so Willanters held rifles in their hands and smoked while looking at the diggers in the distance.

There are men, women, old people and even small children.

Obviously the Willanters didn't intend to measure their height with wheels, but chose the most non-discriminatory approach.

They held shovels in their hands, sobbed tremblingly, and buried their heads in digging the blood-red soil.

Although most of them knew in their hearts who this pit was used to bury, none of them dared to stop.

After all, if you cooperate, you can live longer.

And if he stopped, he would have to be beaten severely before he died.

As for the resistance...

These Willanters wish they could do it.

After all, you still have to bear some guilt for shooting at unarmed people.

Work hard, mud worms, lie down and rest early after finishing work haha.

Walking on the edge of the crowd, a Willant soldier with a rifle cursed ferociously, making no effort to hide the humiliation in his words.

Hearing the curse that seemed to come from hell, the shoulders of the people who buried their heads trembled uncontrollably, and Yingying couldn't stop sobbing.

Finally, someone couldn't hold on any longer, and collapsed to the ground as soon as his eyes dazzled.

It wasn't until he saw the Willant soldier striding towards him that he was half awake before showing a frightened expression, turning over and kneeling on the ground begging.

My lord...I'm hungry...can you...let me eat something before digging.

Hungry? Eat, the soldier grabbed his head, pressed it to the ground like he was catching a loach, and cursed with a grinning grin, It's all over the ground, and I want you to feed me?

The person who was pushed to the ground begged for mercy while struggling, but he couldn't make a sound at all. Instead, he swallowed a lot of mud and sand, and only after swallowing did he barely have a chance to breathe.

No, I dare not...my lord...

Then do it quickly! Useless stuff!

It was really dirty, and the soldier didn't bother to continue torturing the dying ghost, so he gave him the butt of his gun cursingly, and stopped paying attention to him who was dying.

The people standing around all looked at this side tremblingly, looking at the guy wriggling like an earthworm, but no one dared to speak out, let alone resist.

It's not all the old, weak, sick and disabled here, and there is no shortage of strong boys, even the city defense army that was defeated the day before yesterday was a little mixed in.

However, in the face of those ferocious Willant soldiers, they didn't even have the courage to pick up their guns and resist.

In addition to those who work while crying, there are also some people who have exhausted their strength.

Not only do they have inexhaustible strength, but they also have a big picture that ordinary people don't have.

They were sweating profusely, trying to dig a bigger hole, trying to prove that they could endure hardships better than others, as if this would allow them to survive.

However, those people don't know that their useless hospitality is like a clown in the eyes of those big noses, which will only make the disdainful eyes even more contemptuous.

They didn't even bother to distinguish which of these people were from the Lion Clan, which were from the Japanese or Niu Clan, and which were lowly snakes, rats, insects and birds.

It's all the same hopeless anyway.

Even if they didn't resist at this point, burial alive is still too kind for them, and they should be handed over to those grey men.

In fact, they had originally planned to do this, but it was a pity that there were no gray mercenaries in the accompanying troops this time, and it would be too inefficient to transfer some, so their commander finally dismissed this idea.

A batch was buried yesterday, and today is the second batch, probably enough for two months.

Watching those people sweating profusely on the red clay, Pete flicked away the burnt cigarette butt between his fingers, then took out the cigarette case and lit another one for himself.

From early morning to dusk, this is already the second box he smoked today.

...Sometimes I really feel that we are here in this world just to do these dirty jobs.

The big man standing aside looked at his commander and muttered in a low voice.

These?

Pete grinned, stood in the ashes and smiled self-deprecatingly.

That's right, cleaning up slime mold, cleaning up garbage, and rotten dirty blood. Those old guys in the prosperous era are unwilling to do the work, and all the work that they can't do is entrusted to us. We are like the one who gave kidneys It’s like doing dialysis, and I’m responsible for cleaning up these things, and only in this way, this moldy world will return to normal... What do you think?”

Like a scavenger.

And when it's all over, it must be time for them to be swept into the trash.

The New Era has no future for the Willanters at all. Their fate has been decided from the moment they were born. They will be swept into the garbage dump as the last dust of the Wasteland Era and become the last Wastelanders.

But it is precisely because of this that the greatness of the Marshal is highlighted.

That honorable lord saw through the filth in the hearts of those high above them from the very beginning, and led them to unite without hesitation, overthrowing the hypocritical peace talks.

Although he was only a small ten-officer, he respected that adult from the bottom of his heart.

I don't know, but they must die. The big man's face was full of hatred, and the ferocious face trembled slightly with anger.

I agree……

Pete, who was smoking a cigarette butt, grinned and cast his eyes on the sea level in the distance, but also narrowed his eyes slightly at this moment.

I saw a few looming black spots appearing where the sea and the sky meet.

It appeared to be a cargo ship.

After taking off the walkie-talkie hanging from his shoulder, he pressed the button and spoke.

...the boat is coming.

Yes, from the east.

...

Arman's fleet almost rushed to the port, and almost hit the pier due to its high speed.

The convoy arrived a full 24 hours earlier than expected.

Under Yarman's almost frantic urging, his sailors almost turned the ship over.

Looking at the messy port in front of him, Yarman rushed to the edge of the deck like crazy.

Let me go! Let me go down!

Seeing that his boss was about to jump off the deck four or five meters above the ground, the captain and a few sailors hurried forward to catch him and firmly pressed him against the railing.

Boss, calm down! At least wait for the gangway to go down! Do you want to throw yourself to death!

Then let me die! I'll go down to accompany them! Yarman roared hysterically, trying to struggle out of those hands.

The few sailors next to them were frightened and hurriedly spoke.

That won't work, what will we do if you die.

All of my wealth is on your boat!

The wages for this trip haven't been paid yet—

Shut up! Shouted at the heartless sailors, the captain looked at Yarman, swallowed and said hastily, ...open your eyes and see clearly, the people on the shore are ours, What would your family members think if they knew you had fallen to your death on the pier?

These words made Yarman calm down a bit, and his tense shoulders no longer trembled.

The captain winked at the sailors next to him, telling them to keep a close eye on the boss, and wait for the gangway to be stabilized before watching him disembark.

Seeing the lost man, Brother Gou standing on the deck couldn't bear it, and sighed.

If you want to be a little brother, life will inevitably be unsatisfactory... Uh, I mean it's a blessing in disguise, but you don't know it's a blessing... Bah! Well, at least you don't have to pay back the bank money...

Looking at this guy who couldn't utter human words from his dog's mouth, the shit stirring stick couldn't help but spout.

Why don't you say a few words.

The catheter dog grumbled in disbelief.

What's the matter... Anyway, he can't understand what I'm saying.

The far-sighted eagle suddenly popped out a sentence.

That's not necessarily the case.

Catheter dog: ???

The warrior wolf was silent for a moment, watching the man's back, and finally shook his head.

...Condolences.

There was no reaction to the noise behind him, and Yarman just pressed his face against the wet deck with a dead face, as if his soul had been emptied.

It wasn't until the anchor chain and gangway were lowered one after another, and the boat finally stopped, that he finally had a reaction, broke free from the hands that bound him, and stumbled down the boat.

Having noticed these ships a long time ago, a group of Willant soldiers came over with guns on their backs.

Arman staggered up to them and grabbed the arm of one of the young men.

His blue lips trembled, and he opened and closed for a long time but couldn't say a word.

But everyone here knew what he was talking about, as if they heard it.

Looking at this poor guy, several soldiers showed expressions of pity on their faces.

One of the ten captains came forward, put his hand on his shoulder and shook it, and said in a comforting tone.

...we found some survivors, but not sure about your family.

There was a glint of hope in the dark eyes, and Arman asked tremblingly.

Where are they?

The ten captain looked at the young man whose arm he was holding.

You take him there.

Yes! The young man stood up straight, then looked at Alman and said, Please follow me.

Yarman let go of his arm and followed closely behind him.

The ten captain then looked at the four guys who were obviously not from Willant who got off the boat, and frowned slightly.

He vaguely guessed the identities of these people.

allied?

Yes.

The ten captain's expression turned cold.

What are you doing here?

Just as the catheter dog was about to say, We're here to persuade you to fight, the wolf brother next to him quickly covered his mouth with his eyes and hands.

The far-sighted eagle quickly stepped forward to take over the conversation, and explained in a relatively proficient human-linked language.

We are his partners...well, we can be regarded as friends for the time being. Can we stay with him? We are worried that something will happen to him.

The centurion looked at him, his eyes seemed to warn him to mind his own business.

Don't make trouble...if you don't want to cause trouble.

He knew that this guy was from the Alliance, and he also knew that Triumph City and the Alliance had a lot of cooperation on cohesion-related issues, but that didn't mean he was afraid of this guy.

The far-sighted eagle said thank you, and hurriedly followed Arman.

The shit-stirring stick caught up with his footsteps and asked puzzledly.

Aren't we going to persuade you to fight?

The farsighted eagle rolled his eyes.

Admonish me, how many of us are there? The manager told us to play by ear, and didn't let us die, and didn't let us screw things up... The most urgent thing is to collect intelligence first, and see what happened here before we talk about it.

They don't know anything about the situation on the ground, and the priority now is to figure out what happened.

Since there are survivors, why don't you go and see what's going on with those people now...

Watching the four people leave, the ten commander took off the walkie-talkie hanging on his shoulder, pressed it and said.

...Four of the people who got off the boat just now belonged to the Alliance.

There was an echo quickly from the other end of the communication channel.

oh.

Hearing the understated reply, the Ten Commander hesitated slightly.

Just leave them alone?

The other end of the communication channel said without thinking.

Aren't they coming towards me? Leave the rest to me.

Seeing that the chief had said so, the ten commander no longer hesitated.

yes!

...

Church of the Silvermoon Sect.

Garbage and dust littered the floor, as in a run-down port.

General McLennan, who was sitting on the bench, put the communicator aside, picked up the newspaper spread on his lap again, and continued to flip through it with interest.

This is the treasure he picked up from the ruins, and it's called Silver Gospel.

From the title, it can be seen that the people who run this newspaper have gone through a lot of attention. In order to take care of the fragile self-esteem of the local people, they carefully avoided those taboos that only the people of Willant can violate.

Perhaps it is because of this caution.

Although he had been in and out of Xifan Port many times before, he had never noticed the church with the moon hanging on it, let alone the fact that the church issued such an interesting newspaper.

The newspaper didn't have much content about news or the teachings of the Silvermoon Sect. Instead, it spent a lot of space publishing a novel called The Awakened Ball.

He had actually heard about this novel before, and it was said that it was written by the people of Boulder City after the armistice between the Legion and the Alliance.

Now due to the rise of cross-regional trade, this romantic novel was taken by a priest named Melgio to a prime jungle called Xifan Port.

Anyway, he was idle, so McClen asked people to collect the newspapers.

This thing was too advanced for a slave, but it was just right for him who happened to be free.

It just so happened that he was also curious about what the hell was the alliance that defeated him by relying on a pile of scrap metal.

This question has troubled him for too long, and he has been thinking about it for a long, long time.

Maybe this newspaper can give him some inspiration...

At this moment, the door of the church was pushed open, and a panic-looking man walked in behind a soldier.

My family...

McLenne didn't speak, and didn't look back. He just nodded to the old nun standing aside, and then continued to look at the old newspaper in his hand.

With a complex look on the latter's face, he walked up to the gentleman.

May I ask what your child's name is?

Yarman froze for a moment, and subconsciously answered with a trembling voice.

Ruby...

Please wait a moment. The old nun nodded slightly, then turned and returned to the side hall next to her.

After a while, she came out with a little girl.

Yarman's eyes turned red for a moment, and he covered his nose with folded palms.

That head of dark brown hair, which should have been clean and smooth, was now messily draped over her shoulders, like a pilled sweater, and what made his heart tighten like pain was the pale and lifeless face and Hollow eyes.

At this moment, she standing in this dilapidated church is like a ceramic buried under the ruins, which makes people both distressed and grateful.

she is alive!

Praise the Silver Moon Goddess!

He never believed in any gods, only believed in the great marshal, but at this moment, he offered his most sincere prayers and rushed forward desperately.

Ruby!!

Arman hugged Ruby, and couldn't hold back the tears that welled up in his eyes.

The tall man burst into tears in an instant.

Hearing that familiar voice, Ruby finally reacted, a faint light finally glowed in her empty eyes, and she stretched out her hand to gently touch the head that was close to her shoulder.

dad……

...I'm sorry... Dad came back late...I'm sorry for you...

Feeling the hot tears, Ruby's eyes gradually turned red.

But as if thinking of what her mother had said, she still didn't cry out in the end, but put that childish little hand on the same messy hair as her own.

It's all right, Dad... Ruby is all right, don't cry... Mom said that Willant people don't cry...

Yeah! My Ruby, you're right... I'm sorry, I let you see the embarrassing side of Dad...

It's okay...it's okay.

Ruby forced a forced smile from her face, as if trying to comfort him.

However, that sensible look made Alman feel even more distressed.

However, in order not to worry his daughter, he wiped away the tears on his face, hugged Ruby tightly in his arms, and stood up from the ground.

At this moment, he just wanted to take the child and get out of this ghostly place as soon as possible.

But before that, he still has one thing to inquire about...

Looking at the old nun standing in front of him, Arman said in a trembling voice.

...Where is the child's mother? Her name is Margaery. Excuse me, where is she?

In fact, before he said this sentence, he already had the answer in his heart.

This is the obvious thing.

If Margaery was still alive, she would never allow Ruby's hair to be as messy as it is now, let alone leave her alone in the church...

The old nun couldn't bear to look at him, and then glanced at the strong child in his arms, and finally opened her mouth and said in that hoarse voice.

I remember the name Margaery, your wife is a very brave mother...

...

The door of the church.

Brother Wolf, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke.

I do not understand.

The others looked at him.

Noticing the eyes of his friends, he paused and continued.

...How did they do it? It's both sympathetic and disgusting.

He doesn't like the Legion, and can even sum up his feelings for them with the word disgust.

This is not only because of the alliance's camp and the position of civilized people, but also because most of the NPCs he knows are survivors of the River Valley Province.

Everyone who had helped him during his rookie days remembered what the Legion had done.

In order to achieve their goals, these guys do whatever it takes. Not only did they give weapons to the predators, but they also sent officers to serve as military advisors to the predator tribes, teaching them how to drive the legion's war machines and wipe out the River Valley province more efficiently.

Although they finally blamed all the problems on the Eastward Expansion faction, aren't they the ones who condone those people's Eastward Expansion?

Now they are playing similar tricks again, and as expected, they shot themselves in the foot.

He has no sympathy for the suffering of the slave owners at all, but it is strange that he has no good feelings for the slaves here.

He sympathizes with the suffering of these people and recognizes their innocence, yet feels that they deserve it.

He even thought it would be nice to just watch them dog-eat-dog without doing anything.

I don't care... The catheter dog shrugged, It's just a group of NPCs, why do you study so deeply. The wasteland is so big, there is nothing strange about it.

The Shit Stirrer whistled.

Actually, I don't care... But if we insist on discussing this issue, what about the children in this settlement? Do you blame them for not having eyes and not being reincarnated in the shelter?

Brother Wolf looked aside silently, not knowing how to answer.

Come on, stop talking nonsense, what are you doing with so much nonsense, hurry up and do the task... the far-sighted Eagle sighed, and ended the topic of several good brothers before the discussion turned into an argument.

Simple good and evil are not equal to morality, and morality is divided into collective morality and individual morality.

The alliance does not only have one 404 shelter, but countless shelter residents, and even people from Ideal City and the Academy traveled thousands of miles to join them. It is obviously impossible because they yearn for the good days of the alliance, but because they believe in the alliance Able to end the wasteland.

If they break their vows, even if they are not beaten back to their original shape, no matter how good they end up, they will just become a shrunken version of Cyber ​​Xilan.

So he can understand Chu Guang's approach.

Except for Xi Lan, almost every camp in this wasteland has its own bottom line and position.

Even in a place with bigger sesame seeds like Groom Town.

So he felt that Brother Wolf was not completely wrong. The empire deserved what happened, but this word should not be used to describe its people.

At least those survivors who were also persecuted by the mob were innocent.

And what he has to do is to keep these people as much as possible, which is also his understanding of the task assigned by Mr. Manager.

Seeing Brother Ying interjecting, Brother Gou, who was a professional mixed score, immediately said.

Your language is the best, I leave it to you.

The farsighted eagle rolled his eyes.

Nonsense, if I don't go, why don't I let you go?

This guy opened his mouth, afraid that something would happen if nothing happened.

...

When the far-sighted eagle entered the church, he found that Arman and his daughter had already left here.

Including that old nun.

At this moment, there was only one person left in the church, and that was McClenn who was sitting on a pew and flipping through a newspaper.

I've seen this guy's fun on the forum before, and Eagle almost couldn't hold back his laughter for a while.

Fortunately, Lao Mai didn't pay attention.

Hearing the noise behind him, he shook the newspaper in his hand and said lightly.

A very interesting novel...it actually coincides with our thoughts.

Unexpectedly, he would take the initiative to chat with him about novels, so Eagle went to sit beside him.

which aspect?

McLenne smiled lightly, and read out what he saw in the newspaper.

... It wasn't Ball who saved Boulder, but the survivors of Boulder chose Ball. Workers protected innocent children, soldiers raised their guns an inch, and they finally realized that it was a fellow man, not The enemy, and then issued a joint declaration, aiming the guns at the real enemy...

The same is true of the Willant people. We were created as slaves and did not succumb to fate and authority. We bravely broke free from the shackles... The marshal has told us more than once that it is not he who leads us to victory, but ours. The struggle earned it.

The eagle couldn't help it.

And then you enslave other people in turn?

Yes, McLenne admitted frankly and without hesitation, without any unspeakable shame on his face, didn't you create us just to let us conquer something? Just fulfill the mission written in your DNA.

Turning a page of the newspaper in his hand, McLennan continued in an indifferent tone.

Besides, when those people have had enough, they will naturally fight for their own freedom... Isn't that how you beat me?

The Eagles gave him a surprised look, not expecting him to admit that the league won anyway.

What a surprise.

Although the Eastern Expansion faction is not very popular in the Legion, until now no one from Willant has admitted that they lost the unjust and hasty war.

However, there is no point in arguing about subjective things like winning or losing. There are many reasons to argue, regardless of the pros and cons, and the result must be that no one can convince anyone.

Not wanting to create unforeseen differences, the eagle coughed lightly, and said bravely.

General McLenne, let's talk about Xifan Port.

He originally thought that the arrogant general in front of him would refuse straight away, but he didn't expect to hear an unexpected answer.

Well, let's talk about it, you guys do have the qualifications now.

The unexpected answer caught the eagle off guard, and the devious tactics that had been prepared were completely useless at this moment.

However, his mind turned quickly, and he immediately switched his negotiation tactics.

...Your revenge seems thorough, but in our opinion, it's more like playing a child's temper.

McLenne didn't care about his aggressive generals, and said indifferently.

We don't care what other people think of us.

The eagle did not give up, and continued, Then you should care about your compatriots! Those who died.

McLenne casually corrected a sentence.

Dead Willante.

Eagle continued.

What I'm talking about is them! West Sail Port is their painstaking effort. They traveled across the ocean for your respected Marshal and other Villant people who yearn for land under the sun, and opened up new homes in strange lands...Of course , I don't like the idea of ​​robbing other people's houses, but this settlement built from nothing is indeed their achievement, isn't it?

McLenne smiled lightly.

It doesn't matter, drain the blood here, and we will build a new Xifan Port.

The eagle swallowed a mouthful of saliva and continued.

What about them? Apart from the fact that this new settlement is called Xifan Port, how can there be any traces of them? In my opinion, what you are doing is no different from the Enlightenment Society! The new Xifan No one in Hong Kong will remember those who died, except for the scarlet mud under your feet, no one will remember what happened here. In the future, no one will think about why things have become like this, and then in the future One day it will definitely come again!

When he heard these words, McClenn's expression finally showed some reaction.

He put down the newspaper on his lap, took out a cigar from his arms, cut off the cigarette butt and put it in his mouth, then said while rubbing the lighter.

Then tell me, what should I do about this matter... Hehe, let me listen to the opinions of the benevolent people in the alliance.

Seeing a turning point in the matter, Eagle said immediately.

It's easy to handle... If you have revenge, if you have grievances, you can judge them!

Hearing this whimsical idea, McCollen couldn't help but sneered.

We don't have that many judges.

The eagle bit the bullet and shouted.

Then a public trial! Let them identify each other!

He hadn't really thought of the idea, but there was nothing better right now.

There will definitely be wrongful killings.

But no matter how many people were wrongly killed in the end, it was better than killing them all.

Hearing this idea, McLennan, who was smoking a cigar, froze for a moment, and suddenly burst out laughing.

After laughing for half a minute before stopping, he looked sideways at the eagle and said with a grin.

Let me be blunt, it's really interesting to see you plead for these rotten people. As for me, I don't think the rest of the city is innocent. Silence is also a sin in our philosophy, it is mediocrity. sin, and there is no pardon for it.”

Just turn a blind eye and close one eye, let the thugs continue to make trouble, drive the Willant people away, and then enjoy the rewards as victims, and be alone... Tsk tsk, what made them be able to be alone Illusion? Do we look like reasonable people?

We've given them a chance. They can choose to die on the battlefield like a hero fighting for freedom. We might consider letting their families go. But they would rather dig a hole to bury themselves. We also refused to pick up the lost guns, and even hid behind our own family members, we just fulfilled them.

When talking about this, McLennan paused and looked towards the front of the church.

However, I'm going to consider your proposal. On the one hand, there's some truth to what you're saying, and someone needs to remember what happened here. And on the other hand... it sounds like more fun than letting the Grays torture them.

There was a smile on McLenne's face, and he looked like a devil.

How about this, take the street as the unit, each person must identify 'one', and then other people in the city decide whether the identified person deserves to die.

Let me think about it... We have already killed 20,000, and it should be enough to pick another 10,000. If there are more, they will be replaced in order. What do you think of the rules of this game? I gave them one more time. Opportunity, hehe.

Looking at this guy who decided the lives of tens of thousands of people in an understatement, Eagle took a deep breath.

Then... can we start now?

The two sides took a step back in their respective positions, which is already the best result.

He remembered that there were still a group of people digging pits in the suburbs, and the youngest child was not much older than that Ruby, and those little ghosts who hadn't even grown their hair could always be murderers.

If I was a little later, maybe they would all have to start filling it in.

At least... those children must be saved!

Looking at the shelter resident who urged him, McCollen suddenly found it very interesting and laughed out loud.

Actually, I really want to know, is it any good for you to intervene in this crap?

Or I put it another way, wouldn't it be fun to see us destroy our colony?

Foresighted Eagle wanted to say that would not be fun at all, and that his mission would be ruined in this way.

But at this moment, he suddenly remembered the content of the player's handbook, so he changed his words when he reached his mouth.

...Since we have already shouted the slogan 'survivors unite', we can't go back and say that survivors in Borneo province are not survivors, or that it's none of my business whether survivors die or not.

McLenne was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and suddenly laughed out loud.

The laughter echoed through the empty church like hoarse bells.

...Hahaha! Interesting, do you call this a 'benefit'?

The far-sighted eagle gestured with his fingers and explained.

That's for sure, there are many kinds of interests, not just making money or coloring on the map...

Tsk.

McLenne curled his lips and took off the walkie-talkie hanging on his shoulder.

Ross, let your people stop for a while, I suddenly thought of a better idea... Take those survivors to the port to gather.

At the same time that General McLennan gave the order, a massive battle broke out in the central area of ​​Shizhou.

The attacking side is the main force of the Heavenly King Army, led by Janusz himself, with about 50,000 people, known as an army of one million.

As for the defender, it was Grand Duke Sanjay, the lord of Lion City, who had 40,000 people under his command, half of them were serfs recruited from various manors, and the other half were city defense troops.

The difference in numbers between the two sides is actually not huge, and the training, organization, and equipment are all about the same. Sanjay even recruited some noble officers newly trained by McLennan. Logically speaking, the local army should be more dominant. .

However, when Janusz shouted the slogan of abolishing slavery and dividing up the land and property of the nobles, Sanjay's troops collapsed in half in an instant.

Although the battle lasted from dawn to dusk, there was no suspense about the outcome.

In the end, Grand Duke Sanjay was shot and killed by Janusz's pro-guards while escaping.

After entering the city, Janusz not only slaughtered all the nobles above the earl and their families in Lion City, but also piled their heads at the gate of the city to build a tower.

Except for those beautiful female relatives, who were kept by himself or rewarded to his subordinates.

That bloody method frightened everyone, and the entire Lion City was panicked.

And it's not even just Lion City.

At the same time when the news of Sanjay's defeat came back to Tiandu, the whole day was in chaos, and the way out of the city was blocked by the fleeing convoy.

Niuzhou is next to Shizhou, and Tiandu is in Niuzhou!

Especially the road from Lion City to Tiandu can be said to be flat, there is no danger at all!

This time Wu Tuo was completely panicked.

He never thought that a group of rebellious slaves could cause such a big storm!

In the palace of Tiandu.

Looking at Wu Tuo who was anxious like an ant on a hot pot, Prince Dilip suggested tremblingly while wiping the sweat from his forehead carefully.

Your Majesty... there is no time to hesitate, please move quickly!

Wu Tuo's eyes widened, and he roared in surprise and anger.

Move?! Where do you want me to go! There are lions in the west and hungry wolves in the south! That Aryan can't believe it either! He is a werewolf, and he is of the same race as that Yanush!

And I heard that he is still his old subordinate! Maybe he ordered this to happen!

Wu Tuoqi's beard trembled, and he clenched his teeth, wishing his gums would bleed, chewing up and swallowing these guys with rebellious backs.

They are all traitors!

All of them!

Not loyal at all!

Prince Dilip was also anxious, after all, they were in a relationship in which one prospers and the other loses.

If the royal family falls, his fate may not be much better than that of Wu Tuo.

Snake State, Tiger State, Leopard State, Bird State, Ma State... I can't even believe it. Local forces are about to move around. It will be difficult for you to go to those places.

Then what do you say! Wu Tuo roared.

Although he had done a lot of foolish things in his life, when his life was at stake, Prince Dilip was wise for once, thinking of a place in a hurry.

...There is one more place to go.

Wu Tuo asked hurriedly.

where?!

Golden Gallon Port...

Looking at the stunned Wutuo, Prince Dilip swallowed, and continued cautiously, Although it is the territory of the alliance, they always obey the rules, and eating is not a problem.

The Willanters are on fire right now... that might be the only place we're going to be safe.