The fire in the mountains has been burning for a whole week, and the earth is scorched black and soft, and it feels warm under your feet.
The soldiers lined up in a long straight line, paying attention to the search, and from time to time stabbed the soil with their spears or bayonets, looking for possible tunnel entrances.
But after searching for a long time to no avail, the commander of the imperial military began to summon mages again, using concussion techniques to impact the earth, making sure to bury those underground passages on the spot.
In the forest of collapsed ruins that looked like black coal, a pair of eyes emerged from the ground, quietly observing the approaching soldiers, and then the figure burrowed deep into the ground.
There, the only 100 people left lay in a narrow pit. During the week, they launched several counterattacks, but unfortunately they all ended in failure. In the end, only these few people were left hiding again.
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"Have we reached this point..." After listening to the report, Tokolin stopped talking and slowly leaned against the wall.
"Tell everyone." He was already mentally prepared.
After a moment of silence, everyone began to make final adjustments and rest.
Surrender is impossible. Not only does this deviate from their original intention, but the other party will not accept it either.
Half an hour later, another unequal battle started. The few remaining muskets were thrown to the ground after being fired. The men rushed down the hillside holding spears and knives.
Opposite them were more than two thousand black gun barrels arranged neatly. These imperial soldiers squatted in the front row and stood in the back row, wearing red and white military uniforms and aiming quietly, waiting for orders.
"Hmph, fire!" The commander did not want to waste any more words and gave the order directly.
Continuous gunshots rang out one after another, short blazing fires merged into one, and thick green smoke floated from the dense array.
The running figures were struck in the firelight with countless splashes of blood, like broken rag dolls, floating in the wind, and then slowly falling.
The faces looked up at the white sky, with black stains and dust covering their faces. Finally, their hands gradually became weak and they let go of the long knife in their hands.
The metal blade rolled down the hillside, bumping and undulating, occasionally hitting gravel and making a sound until it got stuck in front of a ravine somewhere, making no sound.
There are no heroic miracles, no shocking reversals, everything ends in silence.
Looking at the charred land where no one was standing anymore, the commander waved his sword and ordered people to search and clear the battlefield.
"Reporting to your lord, all enemies have been killed!"
Half an hour later, a soldier ran over quickly and stood at attention to report.
"Very good, restrain the bodies of these people and drag them back."
"yes."
Naturally, he did not want to commemorate these idealists, but wanted to impale these corpses on wooden thorns to shock the local residents and warn them not to have wishful thinking.
Two days later, a row of charred bodies appeared on both sides of the main road in Zishan Province. These withered bodies showed various strange postures, which chilled and frightened the travelers and businessmen passing by.
Countless people were silent and passed by these 'sculptures' quietly.
"I'm late."
A man wearing a feather hat and hunting attire rode across the road on horseback. When he saw these blackened sculptures, he stopped and slowly dismounted.
He lowered the brim of his hat and silently looked at the black 'sculptures', carefully distinguishing their appearances, and trying to recall the names one by one.
The hand holding the reins gradually tightened, as if he wanted to crush the leather reins into pieces.
After a long time, his mood gradually stabilized.
Writing down the names of the deceased one by one, he rode forward slowly on his horse, finally stopping under a 'sculpture'.
Tokolin...
The fierce rival and rival in his youth has now left this world before him.
He once thought that this opponent was so talented that he could not match him. He did not want fate to play tricks on him, but the opponent left before him.
Tokolin was once a nobleman and enjoyed all the benefits brought by his noble status, but unfortunately he did not sleep in it.
The cruelty and bloodshed he saw during the Western Expedition that year finally awakened him, and he finally became what he is today.
Turning over and dismounting, standing in front of the body of his powerful enemy and friend, the man slowly took off his hat, revealing short wine-red hair and a slightly aged face.
Time is ruthless, and he is no longer the passionate young man he used to be.
Many things began to slowly become rotten, and everything was no longer as originally imagined.
I once had such a dream. Tokolin led those energetic young people to overthrow this decadent country and established a new, beautiful country, just like the country in the west.
Unfortunately, miracles don't happen often, and they still failed.
What's more tragic than not being able to find the meaning of life is that even if you find it, you still clearly realize that you will never reach that point, and it is absolutely impossible to realize the despair.
How can there be so many young men who slay dragons? There are more weak mortals who are devoured by evil dragons.
Getting on his horse, the man ran off into the distance again.
Not long after, the 'sculpture' suddenly burst into flames and was completely burned, leaving only gray powder that surprised the patrolling soldiers.
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Fiery red meteors pierced the night sky, leaving long flame tails. Two tiny figures descended on the most wild province in the south. It was a sparsely populated place where monsters and dragons were rampant, making it a dangerous and isolated place.
After jumping off the phoenix's fluffy back, Charlanlot and Finis stood on the top of the mountain, overlooking the undulating red rock forest. The hot and poisonous breath burst out from the cracks in the ground from time to time, and some pythons the same color as the rocks were entrenched.
On the side, several lava bell deer with long horns jumped over various gravels, looking for the dry mushrooms growing in the mountains.
These fiery red-striped mushrooms are a local specialty. It is said that they only grow next to the geothermal cracks and possess the magical power of heat poison.
In the sky, above the dark clouds, a dark shadow slowly descended, and then the oppressive figure was revealed in the sight of the living beings.
With hematite scales like rocks, a ferocious head, and two rows of curved teeth and horns, this strange dragon swooped across the ground, and the strong wind brought by its wings flew away the rocks and beat them into pieces.
The heavy mouth opened, like chewing a chicken, and chewed up the Suzuka, python, stones, etc. on the ground.
The sound of crunching bones and broken bones was heard from time to time, and violent explosions of magic flames erupted, but these were of no concern to it.
It is the famous evil dragon in the South, Zephyrmos.
As a special Sequence 7 dragon, the Savage Horned Ancient Dragon, its strength is far beyond that of ordinary Sequence 7 dragons, and it is capable of fighting even against Sequence 8 dragons.
"Sooner or later, I will make it surrender."
Charanlot stood on the top of the mountain, facing the painful wind of sand, staring closely at the ferocious dragon, and slowly pulled out the long sword from her waist.
She is no longer a child. As a descendant of the Paskar family, she should be in charge of the dragons in the south and master the most powerful violence in the world just like her ancestors.
The Dragon of Desire, the Dragon of Violence, no matter what its evil name, only with the power in hand can people listen to their thoughts with peace of mind.