Twenty Sided Dice

readx(); Remains of past villages remain on the rift, and a dilapidated inn is crumbling on the edge of a cliff. The plastered walls had already turned pitch-black, and the cracked windows were empty like the eye holes of a skeleton. There used to be a sign hanging over the door, but now only rusted iron remains, screeching in the breeze.

The guides sent by the Hugel family were at the forefront. They collected medicines and caught poisonous snakes in this area, so they knew exactly where they could pass. Behind them were three lines, the spearmen and crossbow shooters wearing simple leather armor, nervously looking at the deep cliff at their feet. From time to time, strange whining sounds came from the bottom of the cliff, and the fluttering fireflies were like the eyes of ghosts, looking up from the deep hell.

"The speed of progress is still a little slow." Viscount Drey rode on the horse and said to his loyal knight Matt Williams. "Can I pass through this rift before dawn? I want to see the walls of Myr City at noon."

Matt replied in a loud voice: "I will let the guides speed up their progress."

Viscount Drey nodded. The passage in the rift area is the most dangerous part of the entire march. Formation cannot be deployed here, and both forward and backward are restricted. Therefore, he sent his ambitious second son William to lead a cavalry force to raid the Gold Mine in Zebra Mountain, also in order to attract the attention of the young lord. A lucky boy, the Viscount thought, I hope he can surrender obediently this time and hand over the territory, so that he will save his life. In some ways, he still likes the lord named Siegel Squid.

He learned the reason for their failure from the members of the "Freedom Knights" who had been released. Since the plot was seen through and there was no plan to retreat, it was no accident that the entire army was wiped out. Viscount Drey admired Siegel's mind, and he was smart enough for a young man.

Because of this, the Viscount had to choose to attack at this time. When the city of Myr is built, the wise Baron Sigal will be even harder to beat.

Although the road is dangerous, it is fortunate that the end will soon be reached. Viscount Drey has already seen the rolling hills in the distance, where he has been looking forward to the flat and wide land. The last darkness before dawn begins to dissipate. A faint dark red light loomed from below the eastern horizon.

The march of the day and night was not in vain. It only took another half an hour, and when all the teams set foot on the low hill, they could start to rest. Although an hour of relaxation time seems like a drop in the bucket. But enough to boost the morale of the soldiers, at least not look tired and unthreatening when they show up under Myr.

At this time, a shadow on a horse climbed the low hill, and the red cloak was very close to the color of the eastern sunshine. Viscount Drey had a bad premonition in his heart.

Then, one shadow after another stood on the low hill. Arranged in two columns, there are about forty in total. At this time, the rising sun surpassed the occlusion of the earth, and used golden light to dispel the last remaining darkness between heaven and earth. The archers trained by Siegel and Manna stood on the low hills, right in the middle of the road they had to pass through the Rift Valley.

The black squid came alive on the flag, twisting nine tentacles, and the eyes seemed to be burning with flames. The flag is run by Moore. He was very satisfied with the position, so his face was full of pride and determination. Siegel nodded to Mana, and the female knight bent her bow and shot an arrow. The tail feathers trembled slightly in the morning wind. Siegel rode out of the queue, came to the front alone, and stopped behind Feather Arrow.

"I am Siegel Squid, the lord of Heimland and the baron of Myr City, who will talk to me?"

Viscount Drey rode over and stopped in front of Siegel. He looked up and down the long-known young lord, just as Siegel was looking at him. Black hair and black eyes, a young face without wrinkles, a confident face with a faint smile. Viscount Drey comforted the restless horse under his crotch, wondering why his battle-hardened old horse was so nervous? Only then did he find out. It turned out that the other party was riding a mount composed of stars and shadows.

He actually rides the starry sky, he actually wears the sun. Viscount Dre was stunned for a moment, the old injury on his right knee began to ache again, and the other party was in his prime—this was the first time he felt that he had failed.

"You must be Viscount Dre Uther. It's an honor to meet you." Siegel nodded slightly.

"Young Mr. Viscount, it really exceeded my expectations. I didn't expect that I would fall into your grasp like my own children. If you think you rely on more than 30 archers, you can block my way. , and if you can humiliate me here, then you are very wrong."

"No, I didn't mean that," Siegel said. "I just want you to lay down your arms and surrender."

"Haha. Daydreaming!" Viscount Dre replied: "It only takes three minutes for my infantry to rush up this low hill, and one minute for my cavalry. How many arrows can your archers shoot? I can take a hundred Human sacrifice, what about you? And you're so close to me, with only red robes, no armor, and my sword at hand. Who do you think should surrender?"

"Mr. Viscount, I'm doing my duty as a noble lord by talking to you here. I also know that I have another identity, a mage." Siegel clapped his hands and heard Rift Valley and The area where the low hills meet made a rattling sound, and the dust was shaken off the ground, forming a low cloud. Then there were numerous cracks throughout the land, and it became soft and disintegrated, and large chunks fell into the deep, invisible rift on the side. The passage that was originally ten meters wide is now less than three meters, and it is still collapsing. No one dares to test the stability of the remaining passages.

"Lord Viscount, look, how many troops do you have now?" Siegel said, "I also cut off the way you left. Unless you can leap over a ten-meter-wide rift, your men will be trapped to death. There. Put down your arms and surrender, Monsieur Viscount."

Viscount Drey's hand touched the hilt of the sword. He never gave up practicing swordsmanship because he never felt that he had fought the last battle of his life. Seeing this, Siegel threw the cloak back, revealing the two long swords around his waist. One is star dust, which Viscount Drey does not know, but he is no stranger to the other. William liked that weapon very much and was always inseparable.

He raised and lowered his hand, finally heaving a long sigh, and asked sullenly, "How is William?"

"He's been captured by me," Siegel said. "He fought a heroic counterattack, but ultimately failed, with his cavalry. Imprisonment awaited him, as he killed innocents while on the march. businessman."

"Can I redeem him?"

Siegel shook his head and replied: "If there is peace between you and me, it must be based on William staying in Myr City as a proton. He can read, practice martial arts, and move in the castle, but he can't leave there. When he is done paying for the murder of innocent merchants, and after ten years in Myr, he will be free."

"He will be nearly forty years old then!" Viscount Drey roared. But he knew that what Siegel had done was not excessive. Asking for a proton was a very good means of ensuring peace, and he had captured the proton. Finally, the Viscount said, "What about us?"

"Except for a long sword, leave all the weapons and armor, and then I will allow you to return with your mounts; if you want to keep the armor, then leave the corresponding mounts." Siegel replied: "This is as reparations for the war."

"I didn't expect you to be a little baron..." Viscount Drey shook his head: "It's pointless to say anything at this time, it can only appear to be indifferent. Just like victory will not last forever, so will defeat."

"I know that," Siegel replied.

Viscount Drey dismounted from the saddle, and Siegel stood in front of him as well. As a ceremony of surrender, the Viscount released his sword, which Siegel took and returned William's sword to him. Seeing this scene, the soldiers of Hero Land knew that they had lost and that the war had been decided.

It should be time for them to drop their weapons and armor and leave the battlefield, but something strange happened at this time. The ground in the rift area began to vibrate again. This was no longer the ghost of Siegel's earth element, but a real earthquake. Everyone sat staggered on the ground, watching the passage of the last three meters break. The black abyss surrounded the soldiers of House Uther in the center. The horses were frightened, and the knights struggled to hold on to the reins to keep them from running around. Many militiamen lay on their knees and prayed loudly to the Mother Earth, begging her to quell her anger.

The earthquake only lasted for less than a minute and then stopped~www.novelmt.com~ Siegel only felt that he had lost contact with the summoned earth element. This is a very strange thing, because the time for summoning has not yet come, and it is difficult for a mere earthquake to affect the existence of the earth element. At the same time, he felt a wave of magic waves coming from below the rift, which did not belong to any kind of elemental energy, giving people a very unique feeling.

It feels like a disaster.

"Ah! What is this!" The soldiers trapped on the platform suddenly shouted, and then spread out to both sides like a tide. I saw an ordinary-sized skeleton climbed up on the platform. The whole body was covered with strange patterns, and the lines that did not cross each other formed independent vortexes. The skeleton's eyes were burning with gray flames. He climbed onto the platform, saw hundreds of soldiers in front of him, and suddenly opened his mouth. Although he made the action of shouting, there was actually no sound coming out of his mouth. The pattern on the skeleton began to shine, and the armor with golden luster appeared out of thin air, splicing it together one by one, covering the entire skeleton inside. There was no gap in his body, even the visor was completely sealed. On the visor is a portrait of a man with closed eyes and tears, with a pitiful expression.

A black and thick all-metal mace appeared in the hands of the skeleton, exuding endless heat. But the people around all fought a cold war, and everyone felt the chill of death. (To be continued.)