Chapter 250 The two countries in fear

Author: Bamboo Basket Frame Water

Chapter 250 The two countries in fear

——A few days later, Lion City

"Run away!"

"The winged demon elf is here again, everyone, be careful of his black fire!"

"No! His Majesty the King has posthumously announced himself!"

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The flames of war raged in the sky, and gunpowder smoke filled the sky over the entire city, giving this magnificent city that used to be known as the "Golden City" a desolate look.

Seeing the vines and thorns growing continuously on the city walls, the defenders of the Lion Realm, who had already suffered heavy losses due to [Hellfire], began to howl and flee the city.

There was no way, because [Hellfire] could not be extinguished by any physical means, so the black fire that continued to spread throughout the city had already made them terrified.

Looking at the Lion Realm soldiers fleeing on the city wall, Isabel, who was dressed in green robe, obviously had no intention of letting them go, so she waved the scepter in her hand and shouted:

"The forest awakens!"

A green ripple visible to the naked eye immediately flew out of the staff in her hand, and began to continuously spawn the thorns on the city wall.

In an instant, countless thorns and vines were like dexterous poisonous snakes, rushing towards the Lion Realm soldiers who had no time to escape!

"No! Please help me, I don't want to be like them!"

A soldier watched in horror as the thorns began to wrap around his legs, scraping his body to pieces with fine sharp thorns. He couldn't help but ask his companions for help.

However, those comrades who once regarded him as "brothers" decisively left him behind after only half a second of hesitation.

They have not forgotten the lessons brought by the previous [Hellfire]. Nearly a thousand of their comrades all died in the process of rescuing people, and not even their bodies were left behind!

What's more, the dead bones on the roadside that had been drained of blood were all warning them of the dangers of these vines and thorns.

In the gray sky, Luo Han was flapping the pair of snow-white wings behind his back. Looking at the defenders abandoning their artillery and fleeing below, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"That's almost it. As long as we capture this city, the remaining two small kingdoms won't be afraid at all!"

Relying on the advantage of vision in the air, Rohan can clearly judge everything happening on the current battlefield and make adjustments and deployments at the same time.

This feeling is like [Total War Traditional Perspective] versus [First-person Realistic Player], which is basically equivalent to a dimensionality reduction strike!

hold head high--

In the city, the long-hungry war hydra was shaking its five heads crazily, spitting out orange-red flames to burn the fleeing Lion Realm soldiers.

At the same time, the Ash Dragon Riders, who had suffered heavy losses at the hands of the Noldor elves, finally regained their lost dignity and began to continuously attack the archers who lacked the cover of their ballistae.

The entire Lion City is like a hell on earth. Countless corpses and flames are spread all over the city. The ground is covered with molten gold particles, which shows the former wealth of this city.

"Remember, according to the instructions issued by Lord Rohan, unless they are civilians without any weapons in their hands, they will be treated as the enemy!"

"What about the soldiers who laid down their weapons and surrendered?"

"Except for those without weapons, all others will be executed!"

The Silver Mist warriors are not to be outdone. Although most of the houses in the Lion City have been burned by [Hellfire], there are still those prisoners who surrendered who can be killed!

Anyway, these strong defeated soldiers will also be a destabilizing factor for the future society ruled by Druchi, so we might as well get rid of them all.

Anyway, after waiting for more than ten years, a strong reserve army of servants will soon grow in the fields, so there is no need to worry about the population problem at all.

Screaming, crying, wailing, tears...

Silently looking at the citizens below who continued to fall like wheat, Rohan's eyes did not reveal a trace of sympathy.

Living in Druchi for many years, Rohan, a young man who used to live under the red flag, has already understood a truth under the guidance of the Lord Witch King:

'If some people handle things too cleanly, it will eventually lead to disaster; but if some people don't handle it cleanly, it will always cause disaster!'

Chaos is the enemy, and countless demons and monsters are coveting the pure land created by Lady Mist, so someone must pay the price.

Nearly eight years have passed since Rohan came to Pendor, and he does not have that much time to educate the people of Pendor bit by bit and let them accept the rule of Druch.

In contrast, Luohan prefers to eradicate the disobedient leeks directly from the root. After more than ten years, a new batch of strong leeks will eventually grow.

"After all, this is where we will live in the future. It's time for them to stop."

Qiang?

Seeing the flames of war gradually burning towards the pyramid-shaped castle, Rohan slowly put away the fire phoenix in his hand, and then slowly descended towards the palace.

Looking at the maids in the palace who fled in panic after seeing him, Luo Han ignored their plans and walked towards the interior of the palace.

It is estimated that it will not be long before Druchi successfully captures the Lion Realm, and the news that he is one step away from unifying Pendor will spread to the other two kingdoms, right?

As kings, they should also see what the current situation is like, and that the unification of Pendor is just the final step.

Should he choose to surrender and add to his victory? Or should he choose to resist and bring new disasters to his people?

I really look forward to what choices they will make!

"I hope you two will not be ignorant of the compliments, otherwise it will waste a lot of my time cleaning the battlefield, which is really not worth it~"

----a week later

As Rohan expected, the successive fall of the cities in the Lion Realm really shocked the two kings at the other end of the continent.

Although they all verbally dislike King Ulric, this does not mean that they underestimate the military strength of the Lion Realm.

After all, tens of thousands of powerful cavalry and hundreds of thousands of civilian troops allow the Lion Realm to calmly face declarations of war from four countries on the mainland at the same time.

In Crow City, the capital of Crow Realm, the always calm Gregory was angrily smashing the wine glass in his hand on the ground and scolding the deserter from the Lion Realm in front of him:

"Impossible. The entire army of hundreds of thousands in the Fierce Lion Realm lasted less than two weeks before collapsing. Even the hundreds of thousands of pigs could not be captured by the elves for three months!"

"Gray...Your Majesty the King, at that time the entire battlefield was filled with elven cannonballs and magic. We had no choice but to escape!"

Hearing Gregory's angry rebuke, the Knight of the Lion Realm, who was pinned to the ground by several armored guards, couldn't help but retort a little aggrievedly. Apparently he didn't think there was anything wrong with being a deserter.

After all, the entire Lion City was in chaos at that time, and the streets were full of flying dragons and elves massacring people, so it shouldn't be too scary.

What's more, King Ulric has already proclaimed himself in the palace, and the outermost city wall has been breached. The knights are unable to even command the most basic counterattack.

Do you really want him to be buried with the Lion Realm that has lost its king and all its territories? What a joke!

Looking at this knight who had lost all his courage and glory, Gregory could only sigh secretly at the fate of the Lion Realm, and then waved to the surrounding guards.

"Hahahaha - just wait and see, Gregory, those elves will never give up. Your kingdom will eventually end up with the same fate as the Lion Realm!"

Looking at the armored guards around him with their hands on their weapons, this Knight of the Lion Realm seemed to know his fate as a deserter, so he started shouting crazily.

The desperate shouts spread throughout the castle, and even the most determined dragon knights felt a sense of fear, and many of the female family members were frightened to the point of sobbing softly.

Seeing the crying sounds coming from around him, Gregory, who was already irritable, grabbed the wine glass from the dining table, then raised his head and started drinking.

The cold beer was continuously poured into his internal organs that were hot due to irritability, immediately restoring a sense of clarity to Gregory's groggy brain.

Feeling that the anger in his heart gradually subsided as the wine drank, Gregory breathed a sigh of relief, then turned his gaze to the silent nobles around him and asked:

"You are all outstanding warriors from the Crow Realm who have experienced hundreds of battles. Now you all know the ending of the Fierce Lion Realm. Do you have any good ideas?"

"this……"

The nobles looked at each other. As the northernmost ice and snow kingdom of Pendor, they never thought that the continent of Pendor would be forced to this point by a group of elves.

Seeing that the nobles were hesitant to speak, Gregory slowly walked to the throne, rubbed his eyebrows tiredly and whispered:

"Please speak freely now, otherwise after this month, we may not even have a chance to talk."

As soon as these words came out, the nobles began to think. Not long after, a gray-haired nobleman with a long beard walked to the throne, touched his beard and whispered:

"Your Majesty, in my humble opinion, I think there are probably three paths we can take at the moment."

"There are actually three more. Hurry up and tell me. Maybe your method can determine the future fate of the kingdom."

When he thought that his kingdom still had hope to continue, Gregory's eyes immediately flashed with light, and then he sat on the throne and prepared to listen to opinions.

After realizing that everyone's eyes were focused on him, the old noble coughed a few times, and then expressed his opinions:

"First of all, the first one, and the one that I think is the least promising, we can stick to the Raven Realm, and at the same time form an alliance with the Kingdom of Fieldsway to be prepared to resist the invasion of the elves;

Article 2, through our naval ships in the port, transfer all the kingdom's main forces to other continents, or directly capture island countries far away from Pendor;

The third rule is to surrender to those elves..."

"no!"

Before the old nobleman could finish his speech, a middle-aged nobleman couldn't wait to interrupt the old nobleman's speech, and then stood directly in front of the stage to protest:

"We must not surrender. Aren't the lessons from Bacchus and the Lion Realm enough? Those elves are all cruel and cunning. Do you want the massacre to enter the Crow Realm? We should fight those elves to the end!"

"Count Otto, your behavior is making fun of the fate of the country. Are you willing to see the elven flying dragon appear in Raven City?"

"We must not surrender like this. Don't forget how our ancestors once bravely and gloriously defeated those Misty Mountain bandits. We can defeat the bandits with ice and snow, and we can also defeat the elves!"

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The nobles were noisy one after another, and the noisy noise made Gregory's heart, which had finally calmed down, once again become irritable, and he could only keep drinking wine.
To be continued...