Humphrey stretched out his hand to catch the flying ax and murmured: "It is indeed an exciting price."
Churchill breathed a sigh of relief, finally saving his life.
"What a pity, our Majesty said, no one will be left alive!"
"You, what did you say?" Churchill was frightened again and climbed back with his hands on the ground. "I am your father's favorite son. Bring me to your king and tell him that I can be exchanged for three hundred thousand gold coins."
Ransom, please don’t kill me!”
"Ha, your favorite son?" Humphrey sneered, "Stop bragging. If he cared about you, would he let you risk your life to come to our Blazing Dragon Kingdom?"
Churchill quickly said: "I came here voluntarily. I didn't tell lies. You can really exchange me for 300,000 gold coins!"
"Sorry, this is His Majesty's order and cannot be violated. So, get ready to hit the road!" Humphrey urged the Armored Crocodile to approach.
Churchill immediately knelt down and kowtowed: "Please, please let me go."
There was no emotion on Humphrey's face. He swung his weapon and split the prince in half from the middle.
"Thank you, Your Majesty! Thank you, Your Majesty!" In the distance, the baron raised his buttocks and knelt down to Humphrey.
Humphrey didn't stop for long and chased in the direction where the remaining nobles were escaping.
After Humphrey left, the Baron slowly got up, his face turned into a big face with tears mixed with sand.
A cruel look appeared on his face, and he walked towards the half-dead knight with a dagger.
"Don't come over here!" The two people were cut off at the waist and were lying in the mud.
The knight's body is relatively strong, so he has persisted until now.
However, no matter how high they were before, they are no different now than lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
The baron stepped on the neck of one of them, grabbed one of the other's hands, and used a dagger to cut off the flesh on his fingers piece by piece.
"Ah! Ah!" The knight's scream spread far away.
It really makes those who hear it cry and those who hear it feel sad.
The man next to him was trembling with fear when he saw the miserable condition of his companion, but it was his turn soon.
"Please, give us a good time!"
The baron remained unmoved, lowering his head and doing his own thing. When he cut his wrist, he inserted the dagger into the bone marrow and stirred it for a while.
The knight's body convulsed with pain and he foamed at the mouth.
The torture continued. After the flesh on both arms was cut, he started to cut on the chest again, revealing the dense white bones.
Ordinary people would have died from excessive blood loss, but as knights, they kept holding on and suffered from pain.
The baron cut the two men apart for more than five hours before sending them away until dark.
There was meat paste all around, and the fishy smell filled the nose, making people want to vomit.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
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The seventh-level knight Thompson was slaughtered in public, but the ending was quite satisfactory, with father and son reunited.
Benson shivered, even though Heywood was standing next to him, it did not bring him the slightest sense of security.
I can't stay any longer or I will die!
Benson immediately ordered a retreat. This development made the war unnecessary.
The army began to flee faster than when they arrived.
But Chris followed alone and didn't stop there.
A red dragon chasing an entire army may sound like a fantasy, but it actually happened.
"Too arrogant, I'm going to fight him one-on-one!" As a veteran marquis, Heywood can't stand this kind of grievance. If the news comes back to China, where will he put his old face?
After recovering most of the fighting spirit in his body, he faced the giant red dragon with his spear.
Even if he was defeated, he wouldn't be able to make that kid so aggressive.
The two sides were at war with each other again, and Heywood shouted angrily: "Little king, suffer death!"
"Ha!" Chris held Dragon Roar in his hand and struck his opponent with a sword.
Heywood immediately raised his spear to block, but the imagined collision did not happen.
It turned out that Chris was just a feint shot, and he was seen fluttering his wings and rushing towards Benson.
"No!" Heywood quickly burned his fighting spirit to increase his speed, quickly passed through the army, knocked away dozens of people, and came to Benson. No matter what, he had to protect His Highness the Prince.
But Chris stopped and did not choose to fight with Heywood.
Once you are held back by the opponent, and with the help of ten or twenty thousand knights around you, you are likely to fall into a very passive situation.
Benson held Heywood's arm tightly, not daring to let him leave. Chris was watching eagerly not far away, and his life could be lost at any time.
Unable to carry out the decapitation operation, Chris turned to attack the knights, like a tiger attacking a flock of sheep. Dozens of people would be burned to ashes after a burst of dragon flames. No one could stop him.
And Heywood wants to protect Prince Benson, and he dare not leave even one step now.
The noble knights of the Shadow Leopard Kingdom wanted to escape from here like crazy. The team became chaotic and even a stampede occurred.
They wished they had two extra legs and even used up their strength to suck milk.
As for Chris, he followed slowly, attacking once or twice from time to time.
Soon, the army fled into the Thorny Ridge, and the six or seven men at the front missed the mark, fell into a trap, and lost their lives.
They sadly found themselves in a dilemma. If they ran too slowly, they would be killed by the dragon chasing behind them. If they ran too fast and fell into a trap, they would still end up dead.
And because of Chris' relentless pursuit, they couldn't use cobblestones to explore the way like before.
It's simply despairing.
If given a chance to do it again, they would never step into the Blazing Dragon Kingdom again. Whoever wants to come will come.
"Put down your weapons, return to the outside of Dawn City and wait until you are spared!" Chris yelled, rather than killing these people, it would be better to stay as coolies.
As expected, Chris stopped attacking, and the knight at the rear decisively dropped his weapon and turned back.
Prince Benson was about to go crazy and shouted sternly: "Get back here!"
But no one was willing to listen to him. After all, no one wanted to make fun of their own lives.
More and more knights are leaving, and no one wants to die if they can live.
Benson stamped his feet and could only continue to escape with Heywood, and many nobles left with them.
Chris let go of those who were willing to surrender and followed them slowly.
There are still many traps in Thorn Ridge that have not been activated, but they have found the way they came, and they rarely encounter them when walking along this road.
After half a day, the nobles of the Shadow Leopard Kingdom finally returned to the Twin Cities.
At this moment, there are about 5,000 people left with Benson, most of whom are nobles. They are unwilling to give up their titles and territories, and value them more than their lives.