Your Highness, Don’t Be Like This

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There were crying everywhere, and the sound of horseshoes.

The knights led the soldiers through the crowd, and drove the refugees out like a flock of sheep.

The refugees were not the opponents of this group of soldiers. Within half an hour, everyone was arrested—including the White family.

It didn't take long for the soldiers to pull out the strong and magical people of the refugees.

White and his wife were also picked out, but White gave a sigh of relief because it seemed that these soldiers were catching strong men. Maybe they just grabbed some people to fill the army on the way of defeat, so that the lord of this troop can preserve his strength, and also allow the lord to continue to maintain his position in the Sun Army.

"Give me a bite first, sir." White was very simple. He knelt on the ground, looked weakly at the defeated leader sitting on the dead tree and said: "The frontline needs food, but it needs more people. Leave some food for my children, and my wife and I are willing to join the Sun Army."

White knew he couldn't control others now, he just wanted to keep his children alive. After the troops have lost the battle, they need to release the pressure, and also need materials and new blood. He believes that he and his wife are valuable to the army, and the front line needs people like them.

But the leader didn't even look at White, and the soldiers beside White gave him a vicious gesture and made him shut his mouth.

When White, who was staring at Venus, changed his breath, he found that the soldiers had picked out all the more magical refugees. This looked like a conscription, but there were many who were picked out. Little children, the magic talents of these children are indeed good, but they are not suitable for joining the army at all. The lord did not have the patience to train them.

After the soldiers singled out these people, they didn't stop there. Instead, they robbed the refugees of the little financial and food they had left.

Although the refugees have no food in their hands, there are still some softness hidden in the bodies of the refugees who were once wealthy. ,

After the soldiers saw the money, their eyes became red. They competed for the money, and after grabbing it, they didn't mean to hand it in for the army, but took it away by themselves. However, the chiefs and officers did not say anything because the soldiers hid money privately, but chose to turn a blind eye.

Only when the chiefs and officers saw that a soldier had found something good, would they call that soldier with bright eyes, and then take a part of the best belongings and put them in their arms.

White shook his heart, and suddenly had a bad feeling.

The crowd became more turbulent, and many refugees cried out: "There is no food at all, sir. There are only grasshoppers, tree bark and dried mud cakes."

"I know you don't have food." The leader chewed on the dry food and touched the thorn bushes on the ground with his chin: "But there are some on the ground."

Thorns and berries-The reason there are so many red thorns on this road is because there are so many refugees who have passed by here.

Like Lena, they used this magic with their last strength, letting their relatives go on instead of themselves.

Now, these defeated soldiers are draining the last drop of blood from the refugees.

Several officers walked out to supplement the leader's words. They tell everyone that as long as anyone can perform that magic, their children or relatives can leave here with some food.

But White knew that none of them could leave alive today. Because he found that these soldiers didn't seem to be carrying any food-they didn't bring anything in the process of fleeing. It may have been hungry for a few days.

They need a big plunder and a big catharsis.

After plundering, the soldiers will kill everyone-those with good magic power or strong will be cut off after death, and then re-installed with a new identity-the ‘rebel’.

The children cannot survive either, because everything that happened today will be covered up by the soldiers.

There was a kind of despair in White’s eyes. This despair stemmed from his own inability, but also from his belief in the empire and the sun god-the kingdom he had sworn allegiance to has completely fallen, the sun army. The order that once vowed to protect and the doomsday that vowed to fight has long been forgotten by the Sun Army.

Maybe everything is fake, from the very beginning. The so-called ‘expulsion of resurgents for the protection of order’ by the Sun Council is only to maintain the rule of the great family, and the moon **** from the north, the moon **** who is about to awaken and symbolizes the end may not exist at all.

But White knew that perhaps the moon **** in the council's mouth was just an excuse for them, but the end of the world was really there. Because they are now experiencing a doomsday, this doomsday belongs exclusively to civilians, to them ordinary people who have no resistance in the war.

In this doomsday that is happening in the wasteland, the soldiers were ugly in the carnival. The soldiers robbed their belongings, selected ‘rebels’ and those beautiful women, and inflicted brutality on them.

The officers told the refugees in a pleasant and cheerful manner, telling them that those selected were spies, and told them that the Sun Army would fulfill its promise to let their children or relatives leave with some food.

Some clever refugees have realized the lies of the defeated soldiers, but these rebels have been dragged out as spies.

The rest knew that those who were dragged out were not spies, but just a fig leaf for the ruined army. But they all chose to be silent.

They watched numbly everything that happened before them, watched their friends and wives being pulled away, watched the crimes of the soldiers. There was no trace of emotion in their eyes, just like people who had already died.

In these years, they have seen too many things like today, and they have heard too many. Maybe today is also a forced campaign, maybe no one can survive today. But no matter what the final result is, there is no difference in all this.

They have long been accustomed to the departure of their relatives, and they are used to seeing death, and they know that their last relative or themselves will die sooner or later. Just one day early and one day late. Everyone will die on the way to escape from famine-yes, everybody is always on the run, because there is no home for them in this world.

They kept running away and walking, but they knew that there was no light at all in the road ahead. Only time and time have drowned their pain and despair.

Sometimes, they don’t know why they continue to move forward. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com continues to take their last relatives like a walking dead, walking on this path full of suffering and no light—perhaps , This is just because of the inertia of life.

Or maybe, this is because in the deepest part of their hearts, there is still a hope that they don't believe in themselves.

This expectation that even they themselves did not believe allowed them to keep walking forward, on this road with no light at all, waiting for the miracle that always appeared at the last moment.

The wind gradually began to rise on the wasteland, and the wind mixed with dust swept over and messed up Lena's long hair. The dust covered the desperate faces of Lena and White.

Amidst the noise of the soldiers and the numbness of the refugees, a huge shadow enveloped this place.

It seemed that the dragon, which had already fled towards the distance, flew back slowly.

After the frightened old horse calms down, he will often find his sanity and come back to find his master.

But today's scene is obviously a little different, because this ‘horse’ did not come back alive, but was thrown back.

And when the dragon flew halfway, hot smoke came out-like a big steak flying fast.

[It seems that you have seen what happened here without a word—Mr. White will guide you to the meeting point of destiny. 】

Louis put down the story book in his hand, took Charlie with a gloomy face, and walked towards the crowd. He knew that the real local guide was here.

"Charlie, the magic of the "Sands of Death" created by King Isolda has been brag about for one day-there just happens to be the material here. Let me demonstrate it." Louis looked at the soldiers. .

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