honor me as god

Chapter 743 Tribal Civilians
The "God's Blessing" season in previous years is often the most comfortable season in the whole year. During this month, the residual heat of the scorching heat has dissipated, and the cool autumn wind begins to blow across the fields. Even if it rains occasionally, it is often warm and drizzle .

However, in this year's God's Blessing season, there was a heavy rain. The cold air that was rare in a century came down from the north, sweeping across most of the Dougland territory. The sky of the royal city seemed to be covered with a layer of impenetrable black cloth. The haze enveloped the entire sky, the heavy rain poured down from the black clouds, and the strong wind accumulated water on the ground and set off a curtain of water, making everything blurry.

The light was very dark during the rainstorm, but the towers around the huge wall of the king's city were brightly lit. The fully armed imperial guards stood with their bows, and their alert eyes scanned any potential danger. With a sharp glow, the entire palace suddenly entered a state of combat readiness.

At this moment, the iron gate at the entrance of the huge wall of the king's city was hoisted by bearings, and one prisoner car after another entered the palace under the escort of the "Cardinal Garrison Corps".

Bolton was sitting on the stone steps at this time, his face was more gloomy than the hazy sky, he didn't know he hadn't rested for a few days, his eyes were bloodshot, his chin was covered with stubble, he had never touched tobacco before. His lips were dry and chapped, and he was smoking a cigarette that had already been wet by the rainstorm. Those red eyes stared straight at the prisoner convoy, shining fiercely constantly.

For some reason, there were two imperial guards standing beside Bolton at this time, with nervous and alert expressions, as if they were sent to monitor him.

Bolton stared at the prison cars coldly until they disappeared from sight. He still sat motionless in the rain, with his lips slightly open, and the cigarette he was biting fell into the stagnant water.

"God damn barbarian," he said.

In the conference room of the side hall of the royal palace, the ministers of the palace are gathering here, and the seat arrangement is very delicate. The person sitting in the main seat is actually Solandelle, and Perseus himself is sitting in the vice seat. The rest of the ministers are seated in order of status. Everyone was discussing something in whispers.

Soon, the door opened, and unkempt and ragged men were escorted in. Judging from their northern barbarian appearance, there was no doubt that they were members of the Six Kings Survivor tribe.

The remnants of the Six Kings have been entrenched in the North for more than 500 years. Of course, not only the 80 people who were wiped out by Denisa at Dawn Peak, but those who died were only warriors who were integrated by Jupiter and used as an army. There are tens of millions of civilians who are responsible for labor and production on weekdays, and they together form tribes on the extreme northern ice sheet.

When the tribal army invaded, the civilians who had no combat effectiveness hid in a place far away from the army and waited for the results of the battle. Therefore, by accident, they avoided Denisa's shocking sword and survived.

However, waiting for the end of these people was not much better. Since most of the supplies were used by Jupiter for military use, and finally destroyed by Denisa, these civilians could not survive with the little supplies left. Pieces died in the snow, and many people could only be forced to starve and die.

These civilians were taken too far by Jupiter, and it was impossible to return to the gathering place of the extreme arctic ice sheet on foot, so they had to go south in groups, hoping to find a safe place to live.

However, the Royal Army has already deployed heavy troops on the front line of Lenglie Valley. Anyone who approaches the line of defense will be regarded as an invasion and will be killed indiscriminately. These tribal civilians will not be allowed to get closer, and they will be kept out of the barrier.

There are heavy soldiers in the front, no retreat in the back, snowstorms outside, lack of supplies inside, and the tribal civilians are completely desperate. The dozens of patriarchs headed by them can only kneel and beg for surrender, requesting a meeting with the high-level officials of the kingdom to give the clansmen a chance to survive.

Now, these begging patriarchs have been transferred to the palace overnight, and the lives of tens of millions of tribal civilians behind them are all tied to the result of this meeting.

The only two people absent from this meeting were Lorna and Bolton. It wasn't that they didn't want to come, but that Perseus didn't dare to let these two people come.

Solandelle was left permanently disabled in this war and lost all her strength. Lorna and Bolton were her close friends and her brother, both of whom had bad tempers. If they happen, they must be eaten raw on the spot.

Therefore, Perseus ordered the two people to stay away from the meeting room, and sent the imperial guards to watch them to prevent chaos.

In fact, as Solandelle's biological father, Perseus was as angry as Lorna and Bolton when his daughter was hurt so much. It's just that as a mature king, he knew how to control his emotions better.

The atmosphere in the conference room was very oppressive. Seeing Perseus, the chief patriarch knelt tremblingly: "Your Majesty the King"

Perseus interrupted him directly in a cold voice: "It seems that a barbarian is a barbarian after all. If you don't learn etiquette, you can't understand etiquette. Didn't you see someone else sitting in the main seat? I'm just an observer today, and I want to discuss anything. For things, you talk to the person in charge."

It was only then that the patriarch discovered that the person sitting in the main seat was Solandelle. This arrangement really made him not understand the intention, and he was a little confused for a while. Of course, what he wanted to say would not change. He tremblingly said: " Your Royal Highness, we have some requests."

Solandelle: "You can say it, but I don't necessarily agree. You should speak out first."

"Yes" the patriarch lowered his head and said submissively, "Your Highness, you should have received the news that our clansmen are now trapped outside the Cold Valley, and everyone's supplies have been exhausted. Neither adults nor children have anything to eat Yes, people starve to death every day, and many people fall asleep and never wake up because of hypothermia.”

"I implore Your Royal Highness to be merciful, and to be kind enough to order the opening of the city gate of Lenglie Valley, so that everyone can hide inland. We just need a place where the temperature is warmer and we can rest, and we will never disturb anyone! And absolutely No trouble will be caused! All our patriarchs are willing to use their lives to guarantee this to His Highness!"

There was no superfluous expression on Solandelle's face, only indifference. She said slowly: "I was shocked after hearing your words, and I was shocked by your selfishness. In the war not long ago, I lost my uncle Larsen." , lost the great "Black Lion" Garrot, lost thousands of soldiers, and an unknown number of compatriots died under your knives.If it wasn't for Denisa's action later, once the inland area is captured by you, countless innocent people will die tragically! "

"You haven't apologized now, you haven't expressed your repentance. The first sentence you said was to let me show mercy. How can I show mercy? If you are merciful to you, what will you make the people of the kingdom think? What face do I have to meet those dead compatriots? relatives?!"

(End of this chapter)