The young man understood his situation, but he was still confused as to why he had become like this.
Could it be that...it was when my dark fighting energy came into contact with the soul fire of the multi-handed undead that I acquired part of the memory of the multi-handed undead?
"Put your hands up!"
Two black-armored soldiers held long spears against Uluka's forehead, and the cold spearhead penetrated his scalp. His blood mixed with the blood on the spear, both of which were bright red, and it was impossible to tell the difference.
Uluka's whole body was trembling as he put down the expired old man in his arms, and then raised his hands high.
At this time, except for the soldiers and Uluka, there was no one else alive in the square.
The ground was filled with piles of corpses. Some soldiers in black armor were carrying the corpses. Those who found that they were still alive used the swords in their hands to deal the final blow.
There were still shouts of killing in the distant passage, and those residents who were not in the square might not be able to escape the same disaster.
"Why?"
Uruka's nails dug into his flesh as he questioned the soldiers.
"Why are you doing this?"
"..."
The two soldiers did not answer. They tied his hands with ropes and sealed his mouth with a cloth strip. Then one soldier held him captive while the other walked in front towards the passage.
Uluka didn't know where they were taking him, and his mouth was blocked. Even if it wasn't blocked, I believe those soldiers had no intention of answering.
These soldiers obviously killed everyone else, but left him alive... Why?
The boy was very surprised. Uruka should be just an ordinary resident, but he got special "preferential treatment".
After a while, they came to the ground. Most of the houses on the ground were only ruins. The only tavern that was still intact was their final destination.
Uluka turned around and looked around, and found that the place was full of black-armored soldiers. Many black-armored officers with feathers on their heads were coming in and out of the tavern. It was obvious that this was the temporary command post they had chosen.
"General, we brought the man you mentioned."
The leading soldier stood outside the door and reported loudly.
"Bring people in."
A cold male voice came from the second floor of the tavern, and the soldier immediately pressed Uruka and walked upstairs.
In a superior guest room, the dark demon general looked down at Uluka who was kneeling at the door.
"Untie him, and then you can retreat."
"yes!"
The soldier untied the rope from Uluka's hands, saluted respectfully to the man, closed the door and left.
"Remember me? Uluka."
"You, you are?"
Uluka raised his head and looked at the Black Demon Army general who was working on official documents at his desk. He noticed Uluka's confused gaze and slowly turned his face towards him.
"Feng Ze?!"
Uluka and the boy inside him were in shock.
That's right, the black demon general in black armor and white robes in front of him is none other than Feng Ze, the lord of Iron Feather City.
Decades ago, Feng Ze was actually a senior general of the Black Demon Army. This was something the young man never thought of.
"It seems that after more than ten years, you still know me..."
This Feng Ze was much younger than he remembered. He took a deep breath and tapped his thick fingers on the table with a crisp sound.
Uluka asked with red eyes: "Why did you do this? Why did you kill everyone?!"
"Have you forgotten how they treated me before?"
Feng Ze put his hand on the armor around his neck, where there was an inconspicuous scar on his vital part.
"The knife wound on my neck given by the cook is still there."
"But... there are still many innocent people in the city! Although some people in this city are indeed bad, there are also many good people. How can you..."
Uluka knelt on the ground and wiped the tears from his cheeks. He was confused, and the young man could feel it.
"You, a clown and a freak in the eyes of everyone, actually know the difference between right and wrong, good and bad?"
Feng Ze sneered contemptuously, shook his head slightly, and picked up the wine glass on the table.
"Everyone in this city deserves death!"
He drank all the wine in the glass and then slammed it on the table.
"Although I have personal grudges, it is not my intention to kill them. If I want to blame them, I blame your good city lord!"
"Well?"
Uluka looked surprised. It turned out that Feng Ze had another hidden reason for ordering the massacre of the people.
"Oh yes, of course you don't know. Just find a seat and sit down. After all, we are old friends."
Feng Ze smiled and motioned for Uluka on the ground to get up.
"We originally wanted to capture this city within three months, but you delayed it for six months. I admit that I underestimated the strength of the city wall, but this left our army with some insufficient supplies."
Uluka, whose knees were already a little sore, sat down on a chair and continued to question: "Is this why you kill people when you enter the city?"
"Don't worry, there are still many people alive in the city. I will only let them attack those who try to resist."
Feng Ze poured another glass of wine, then he raised his glass and continued: "Your city lord, Wendel Benno, wanted to escape with his family from the sewer in the west of the city last night. Unfortunately, our soldiers
He was patrolling near the river outside the city, so he was caught red-handed."
"Thanks to him, we knew the layout of the secret passages in the city, so today we successfully took over the city after it was destroyed. This was originally a gratifying and good thing, but...
.”
Feng Ze looked at the foam in the drink and sighed.
"However, he also told us some not-so-good news: before escaping, this guy ordered people to burn down the granary. He made such a stupid move, which made us very helpless."
"That......"
The young man understood that the supply of the Black Demon Army was insufficient, and the food and grass in the city were burned, which resulted in the Black Demon Army, which had paid a lot of money to destroy the city, unable to fight to support the war.
This took the situation to an extreme.
"I originally wanted to save the life of that dog City Lord, but his stupid behavior can no longer be made up for."
After saying that, Feng Ze turned his attention to a brocade box on the table, with a red stain on the mouth of the box.
"Then, what does it have to do with other people in the city?"
Both Uluka and the boy guessed what was inside the brocade box, and their hearts sank.
"Haha! How come it's none of their business?"
Uluka's question made Feng Ze laugh out loud.
"My soldiers need to eat, and they also need to eat. On one side are my brothers who have been with me through life and death, and on the other side are the so-called "kind" citizens who almost killed my whole family. Which one do you think I should take care of?"
"I'm not a saint, and I can't control the tens of thousands of mouths in the city. Besides, I hate them, and I have never forgiven them, and I believe they hate me now. Rather than letting them nag in my ears in the future, it is better to start early
Let them shut their mouths forever."
Feng Ze drank the wine in the glass again.
"That's why I said: I only want this city, not the people. Do you...understand?"
"Feng Ze, you used to be a very kind boy, can't you just let everyone go? So many people have died in the city, and the people who harmed you are now long dead. Everyone else is innocent."
Uluka left his seat and knelt down to Feng Ze again. He continued to plead: "The remaining people will not cause you any trouble. Please let everyone go out of the city! Let everyone leave here!"
"Don't you still understand? That's right. You are just a musician in a tavern and a funny clown. Do you think those people are laughing because you play the piano well? Or dance well? Or because your father is a lizard.
Man, you look funny and they are laughing at you."
Feng Ze let out a harsh sneer again. He looked at Uluka who was kneeling on the ground, with a trace of sadness in his cold eyes.
"Now in Iron Feather City, I have the final say. Everything will change. Only by following the Dark Lord can buffoons like us have a good future. We haven't seen each other for more than ten years. The only thing I miss in this city is you. You
I once protected my sister, and now I will protect you again."
Feng Ze filled the wine glass again, but this time he left his seat with the wine glass and walked towards Uluka.
"As long as you are willing, when my army sets off, you will be the new city lord here. If you are not used to being the city lord, I can also let you follow me and continue to be your musician. No one will make fun of you anymore."
"No, I don't want this. I beg you, let everyone live!"
Faced with Uluka's stubbornness, Feng Ze, who wanted to hand out the wine glass, took his hand back.
"Is this what you want? It's really meaningless."
Feng Ze sprinkled the wine in the wine glass on the ground, and red water drops splashed on Uluka's hand, which was a bit cold.
"Yes, I can let go of the people who are still alive here, but I can only let some of them go. Some children can be let go. Adults must make blood sacrifices for my dead brothers."
"How are you going to let everyone go?"
"How?"
Feng Ze sneered and shook his head again.
"I can't guarantee whether those people will come back to seek revenge, and I don't know whether they, as locals, will become spies for the Allied forces and inform them. They are all threats, and threats should be nipped in the bud."
After saying that, Feng Ze sat back down, fumbled around his feet and threw something to Uluka.
"I miss the sound of your piano very much. I will always think of the time when my sister and I listened to you playing the piano in that dirty tavern. If you can play well today, maybe you can change my mind a little bit."
Uluka hugged the xylophone in his arms tightly. This was the last chance given by Feng Ze. He wanted to call out the remaining warmth in Feng Ze, who had the power of life and death for the entire city, to save tens of thousands of lives.
"Okay, I'll play, you, what song do you want to hear?"
Uluka clenched the body of the instrument with trembling hands. He was very nervous and his back was covered with sweat.
"I don't know. I have already forgotten what I like. This is something you have to think about."
Feng Ze put his hands on the armrests, waiting for Uluka's next move.
The young man realized that this was a false proposition.
Feng Ze didn't ask Uruka to play anything. In theory, Uruka could play any piece he knew. But in fact, Feng Ze only wanted to hear one song and didn't announce the answer, so he didn't care whether Uruka played it or not.
No matter what piece of music or how well he plays it, Feng Ze can tell that it doesn’t meet his requirements.
That's right, Uruka's playing was meaningless from the beginning, and Feng Ze's will will not change just because of a piece of music.
The young man knew about the massacre in Iron Feather City and knew that Uruka had not changed Feng Ze's mind.
Then when he starts playing music, everything will be over.
Stop playing!
When Uluka's fingers were about to pluck the strings, the boy screamed anxiously inside him. I don't know if the boy's voice had an effect, but Uluka's fingers froze at this time.
After waiting for a long time, Uruka didn't play. Feng Ze frowned, took out a dagger from his waist and threw it in front of Uruka.
"By the way, I forgot to give you a second option. You can kill me. Then my army will be leaderless, and maybe the people in the city can take advantage of the chaos and escape."
"So......"
Looking at the trembling Uluka, Feng Ze showed a row of white and sharp teeth.