Why did the lord rebel

Chapter 186 This is your war
Tongues of fire licked the crumbling wooden slats, scorched black and bright red, two vivid colors that were constantly pulsating, weaving and interlacing in the field of vision.

"Blood Lion" Black felt burning and suffocation at the same time.

How did all this happen?
Not sure.

The world seems to have gone back to the days when I first arrived in the wilderness of the land of broken souls, full of bloody fights every day and every night, the blood of comrades and enemies flowed into rivers, and raging fire rose from the enemy's stronghold, as if the god of death breathed out The red color dyed half of the sky...

Blake felt his mind was confused, and his memory was extremely chaotic.

He only vaguely remembered that he was still standing in the central tent of the coalition army just now, arguing with the stupid leather armor warrior sent by Rock Creek City on the issue of whether to attack immediately...

But immediately afterwards, there was an inaudible, soft explosion that hardly attracted people's attention, and half a minute later, everything was turned upside down with a thunderous bang, and the memory was completely broken...

Black shook his head, gritted his teeth and sat up from the ground: when he supported the ground with his hands, he clearly felt that even the soil mixed with ash under his body was completely hot.

This is hell on earth.

He looked around:
Everything in the field of vision is distorted in the monotonous rendering of black and red, and everything seems to have only two states: burning or ashes.

A piece of felt entwined with flames, lifted by the scorching air, drifted past Blake's eyes like grass——"Blood Lion" suddenly had a kind of unreasonable conviction that this piece of felt cloth, which was dying, was still his home not long ago. part of the tent.

Black, whose mind was in chaos, let his eyes follow the flying felt cloth, and then found something even more frightening at the place where it landed:

Is that human?

Or just a scorched black patch of a human figure?

In an instant, the "Blood Lion" Black, who had killed countless people in his life, suddenly formed an absurd idea in his mind:

How weird, in a sense, people and firewood are the same thing...

Combustibles.

Driven by some unknown force, Black crawled on the ground and crawled towards the humanoid remains with difficulty.

Just the first movement in the high temperature made Black's body tremble like a prawn falling into boiling water because of an unbearable pain.

Panting heavily, "Blood Lion" followed the source of the severe pain and bent down to look at his calf.

Then, he saw the dark red blood, the charred carbon residue, the omen of death and the tragic pain;
But he didn't see his own calf alone.

The "Blood Lion" Black, who is tall and burly, with a figure of nearly two meters, has been separated from his shin bones and feet forever.

In the past, the seriously injured "Blood Lion" might roar, attack, and kill like the most ferocious trapped beast, and he would let all creatures in his sight be buried with his lost legs, no matter men, women, or children;

But now, only the ocean-like sense of confusion hits Blake, flooding his mouth and nose, infiltrating his consciousness, and making him sink and suffocate in the chaotic abyss.

So, the pain didn't seem to matter anymore.

"Blood Lion" Black twisted his body and continued to crawl towards the humanoid wreckage.

With the extremely reluctant movement, his entire chest and abdomen fell into a burning pain. It was unclear whether it was because the friction with the ground had damaged the skin, or because the temperature on the ground was frying the wilderness lion into flesh. .

But Black was still crawling towards the charred body.

Not to witness someone else's death, but to reveal your own future.

Finally, surrounded by growing flames, Black crawled to the side of the charred corpse.

He wanted to hold the corpse's hand, but with just a light touch of his fingertips, pieces of black charcoal flake off from the corpse's already formed hand - and when he exerted a little force, the corpse The entire hand broke off at the wrist, and fell to the ground slumped, splashing a little bit of embers.

The flames have made the deceased lose all the qualities of "human beings".

Today, it's nothing more than a large lump of charcoal—a charcoal in the shape of a human being, a charcoal that was once alive.

But in the end, "Blood Lion" still recognized the identity of the carbonized corpse.

With his swollen and dull fingers, he pushed aside the charcoal on the corpse's chest, and took out a round of hot metal badges.

Wipe away the carbon stains on the surface of the badge, and its yellow surface still reflects the dancing flames—at the center of its circle, the roughly carved, majestic and mighty crossed double-knife symbol looks extremely ironic in the fire scene full of death.

Blade's Edge Mountains.Blake thought numbly, this man is the village master of Blade's Edge Mountain.

What is the name of the village owner of Blade's Edge Mountain?

Forget it, but it doesn't matter.

Nothing matters anymore.

The village master of the blood demon village, crawling in the center of the fiery ruins, lay with the scorched blade village master.
There was silence, save for the crackling of the flames.

The shadow of death became evident in the increasingly scorching air.

Blake was panting, eyes blank.

Just when the doomed death was about to come and his consciousness gradually left the world, a slight crisp sound in his ears made Black struggle to stiffen his neck.

A familiar light brown leather armor appeared in front of "Blood Lion".

The leather armored warrior from Rock Creek City unexpectedly did not suffer any injuries. Standing in front of Black with a rapier in his hand, his eyes were proud.

"You...you..." Black struggled to say, but his chaotic brain couldn't sort out the correct way to ask questions for the time being.

As if knowing what Black wanted to ask, the leather armored warrior waved his hand lightly, and threw something the size of a fist against Black's cheek.

Black turned his head with difficulty, and saw the metal object lying on the scorched earth, shining with a dim blue light.

The outline of that thing is a bit strange, but "Blood Lion" was surprised to remember that he had seen this thing before...

Disposable magic shield.

It was more than ten years ago, after he looted a small imperial army convoy, he found it on the enemy's chief: However, before Black could use this magic item, he traded it to another wasteland village Lord, in exchange for a large number of military weapons.

The powerful magic shield that can take effect at one time explains how the leather armor warrior survived the violent explosion just now and survived until now.

"You...you are..." Black struggled.

Even though his mind was no longer clear, "Blood Lion" still realized that this precious magic item would definitely not belong to an ordinary warrior in Rock Creek City.

"I owe a lot to the Duke of Houston." The leather armored warrior said indifferently, "Today is the time for me to repay him."

For some reason, Blake wanted to laugh, and the sharp pain in his leg told him that all he had to do now was laugh.

So "Blood Lion" really grinned, his face covered in smoke, dust and tears was even more ferocious than the evil ghosts in the Purgatory Realm.

"You...you can't pay back...we have already lost..." Blake stretched out his hand tremblingly, and threw the badge of the Blade Cottager to the leather armored warrior. "Our war has already failed..."

The fluffy metal badge hit the samurai's leather armor, making a soft "pop", and then fell to the ground.

The leather armored warrior looked down at the badge, then raised his head and stared at Black, who was dying.

"Master Black," he said, "in a way, you are right—your war has indeed been lost. But, let me tell you, it wasn't your war from beginning to end—it was My war."

Before Black could respond, the leather armored warrior took two steps forward and pierced the "Blood Lion"'s throat with a sword.

He stared down at Black's stiff cheek, and found a trace of peace and relief in it.

Peace and relief, if I could die like this... he thought.

Then, he turned around and walked out of the fire without looking back.

After covering his mouth and nose and piercing through the last layer of smoke, the leather warrior finally saw the situation outside.

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

The sudden explosion in the command center has undoubtedly brought unimaginable chaos to this huge and alienated bandit camp.

Just listening to the noise in their ears, the leather armored warriors could imagine that in the distance, countless bandits must have fled the camp taking advantage of the chaos, there must be countless scolding and fighting going on, there must be a tendency to mutiny The undercurrent is surging...

But what reassured the leather armored warrior was that right in front of him, around the fire scene, he saw many middle-level leaders of the cottage—most of these people, he had contacted in private before, and now they are also surrounded , anxiously watching the situation in the fire scene.

At the same time, there were also many bandits carrying buckets and sheets, probably trying to put out the fire.

The situation is not completely out of control.

"Sir... Sirius! You... are you alright!" a little leader of the Blood Demon Village shouted, "Where is... our Black Village Master?"

Everyone is waiting for his answer.

The leather armored warrior, Sirius, scanned the audience with light gray eyes, and then replied calmly:

"Dead. All the village masters are dead. Only I am alive."

The shock that was too great turned into a long-lasting silence, spreading among the bandit leader's group.

After a long time, a small leader tremblingly opened his mouth:

"Then... what do we do now?"

This is the question everyone wants to ask.

In the silent air, the sound of everyone's brain running rapidly can be heard:
The death of the village master means that the dragons have no leader, so can the coalition maintain it?If the guards in the cottage behind hear the news, will there be trouble?The most important thing is, who should take the position of the village master next?

At the outermost edge of the crowd, several small bosses are already stepping back step by step:
The most urgent task now is to bring your subordinates back home, and grab the vacant Zhaizhu chair as soon as possible...

But the cold voice of the leather armored warrior Sirius made everyone tremble:
"Now, we are launching an attack on Frost Maple Ridge."

"Are you crazy?" A little boss shouted, "How can we fight this battle?!"

Sirius turned his head slowly, and stared at the budding bird. His frost wolf-like icy gaze made the little boss who spoke carelessly back away step by step—these days, Sirius' killing Being decisive has already left a huge enough psychological shadow on the bandits.

"If the coalition forces are disbanded now, it's not me who are crazy, but you." Sirius said coldly, "Following the village master to fight, and sending the village master here without any achievements... I remember someone told me before But, 'to lead a village in the wilderness depends on honor, prestige, and courage'—and you, who were killed by the enemy and want to retreat without revenge—you, why do you sit in the village? Why should the seat of the Lord become famous in the land of cracking souls?!"

The little bandit leaders around swallowed in unison.

"Then..." Someone asked in a trembling voice, "Then what should we do?"

"We want to attack! We want to capture Shuangfeng Ridge, use the lives of the bastards in this territory to be buried with the village master, and turn their accumulated wealth into trophies! I want you to bring the power of victory, not the shame of defeat Go back and grab the top spot in your own stronghold!" Sirius snapped, "You ask how to fight this battle? I will lead you to fight! Your stronghold owner is dead, but I am still here, and the reward promised by the Duke of Houston is still here. Now—as long as you obey the command and follow me to conquer Shuangfengling, I will give you double the rewards I promised to the village masters!"

The small bandit leaders looked at each other, but the original panic eyes had changed.

"So..." Someone muttered, "So..."

Sirius drew his sword out of its sheath, pointed coldly at the sky, and shouted sharply:

"So, go and gather your subordinates now! So from now on, every one of you, whether you belong to Blade's Edge Mountain, Blood Demon Village or Yellow Sand Castle, will be directly responsible to me during the coalition period! So from now on, We will be an upright and upright teacher of brothers, and courage, anger and hatred will be our common bond! After victory, you will inherit the status of the dead village masters with countless honors and wealth, and continue to fight in the land of broken souls. All-powerful!"

"Yes, Lord Sirius!" a stunned young man shouted loudly.

So, "Yes, Lord Sirius" rang out in the crowd one after another.

Some voices trembled, some voices were weak, and some voices hesitated...

But after all, everyone has a voice.

This is the most important.

"Very well, now, you have to collect the siege equipment that has been built, and organize the infantry and cavalry teams. We will attack the noble bastards in Frost Maple Ridge and plunder their treasures and women! Half an hour later No more, no less, we are going to launch a general attack!" Sirius waved his sword and pointed to the west, and his voice shook the world, "I hope that each of you will keep this in mind: this is a fight for your own glory and wealth, It's a fight for your own future and hope, it's not my war - it's your war!"

(End of this chapter)