Lord of all tribes

Chapter 195
This is the world where blood-colored Shura ravages. On the vast black land, millions of people are running in all directions. They finally glanced at the iron gate behind them full of expectations. When their full expectations turned into disappointment, there was nothing It's worth going nostalgic for.

The violent monsters used their fangs to nibble at the crowd in front of them. In their intellectual understanding, these were the most delicious dinners.

The stimulation of the delicious meat made their beast nature explode completely, and they launched the final annihilating impact even more violently.

The final consciousness is to devour all living beings that can move in front of them.

Mikil stood on the tower of Wobe Fortress, watching all this with red eyes, his lips were bloodshot rapidly, and his face was pale.

He wanted to ignore Lord Viscount's orders several times to open the city gate and let the civilians who were beating on the gate of the fortress come in, but in the end, his blood of a hot-blooded man was defeated by the naked reality.

If a just person does something just at an inappropriate time, he will often be treated unjustly.

Thinking of his cautious father who walked on thin ice all his life, he didn't achieve much in his life, but at least he kept the jazz title passed down by the family and allowed him to continue to inherit it.

People who are truly righteous have their own persistence and persistence in their hearts, and people who really yearn for evil are often crazy at all costs. Although these two kinds of people are at two extremes, they all have faith in the end.

Only those neutral people who have some sense of justice but dare not fully express it. They are always struggling and living in guilt, but they always miss the opportunity to make up for their guilt time and time again.

Obviously, Mikil belongs to the last type of people. In the end, he still watched those civilians snuggling at the gate of Wobe Fortress being devoured by ferocious monsters one by one.

Mikil clenched his fists tightly, his face was ferocious, but he didn't make any other actual movements.

"Sir Mikkel, come here."

Viscount Carroll's voice came from behind him, Mikil turned his head numbly, and quickly changed his ferocious expression to a calm and calm one.

"My lord viscount, I don't know what orders you have?" Mikil bent his body slightly and lowered his head.

"Oh, it's okay, I'm just here to inspect, are there monsters attacking the fortress?"

Carol took a fixed look at Mikkel, who was as respectful as ever, with an imperceptible sarcasm on the corner of his mouth.

Poor wretch living forever in his own fictional world of knights!

Carol commented on Mikil in this way. He obviously didn't have the guts to change the world, but he wanted to develop such thoughts and put himself in pain, stupid guy.

"Not yet, Lord Viscount." Mikil reported truthfully, unwilling to say a word of nonsense.

"Did you hear the cries for help from the civilians under the iron gate of the fortress?" Carol took two steps forward, looking down at the hunched Mikil from a height.

"I heard it..." Mikil's body shook, looking at the shadow reflected on his body, he said with a firm face.

Carol put his right hand on Mikkel's right shoulder, "Don't you want to do something at this time? For example, practice your great and glorious chivalry?"

"I..." Mikkel took a few steps back, avoiding Carol's right hand rubbing against his shoulder, "the subordinate's meager chivalry is nothing compared to the viscount's grand plan what?"

Years of military life has smoothed the edges and corners of Mikil, and he is no longer the son of a little nobleman who loves impulsiveness and fights against injustices.

He already understood that after leaving the small territory of the family, who would treat him as a noble young master?
There are so many young masters of the earl and marquis family in the kingdom, who can he count as the oldest?
"very good."

Carol squinted his eyes, and there was a sense of appreciation in his eyes. He chose Mikil as his deputy because of his disposition of being jealous but knowing how to restrain himself.

If this kind of person doesn't die halfway, he will be able to achieve a career, and Carol is very relieved to hand over the military affairs in the fortress to such a person.

Three days later, Galati led.

"You mean that Viscount Carol, the guard of Wobe Fortress, closed the gate of the fortress tightly, and abandoned millions of civilians in the wilderness, and finally buried them in the mouths of those monsters?"

Rowling listened in shock to the news that Hans brought back. He believed that Hans would not bring back false information, but if it was true, then...
Luo Lin didn't dare to think about it anymore. He didn't know how many people were involved in it, and he didn't know whether the guard of the Vobe Fortress was acting on his own or following someone's orders. The vitality of the Northwest was seriously injured!
According to the news that came back recently, no more than five territories could survive the berserk attack of the beast horde. Even Versilia City, the most important city in the northwestern part of the Reynolds Kingdom, was also ravaged by the beast horde. groaned in pain.

According to Hans, the black soil under the Wobe Fortress has been completely stained red with blood, and the eerie white skeletons make everyone watching feel trembling.

Millions of civilians gathered under the Wobe Fortress, praying for survival, but in the end, this iron fortress that they thought could protect them blocked their way of survival, turning them into ghosts and bones.

In the end, less than [-]% of the people escaped under the beast tide.

The entire northwestern part of the Reynolds Kingdom can now be called a thousand miles away!
The tide of beasts receded.

After swallowing the flesh and blood of millions of civilians under Fort Wobe in the most cruel way, they returned to the Forest of Death along the original route, and everything returned to silence.

However, the damage brought to this land by the boundless beast tide is like a permanent scar, which will only become more profound as the years go by. The heavy casualties of the year.

Under the beast horde, the original population of more than 100 million in the northwest of the kingdom declined sharply. Although no detailed statistics have been made, no more than 30 people will survive in the end.

This is a very shocking number. More than 100 million fresh lives have completely disappeared in less than a month. They have hoped for the future and regretted the past forever from this land The land disappeared.

Their bones will be melted in this thousand miles of fertile soil, and maybe in the coming year, golden wheat waves will grow on this piece of land where bones are piled up.
(End of this chapter)