Chapter 311

It's sunny and sunny.

The salty sea breeze gently blows the ancient city standing on the coast.

It's a season of hope.

The light hanging high in the sky is not so hot on people.

A large number of people can be seen everywhere in the streets, squares and alleys of the whole city.

It's almost the hottest summer season of the year.

A large number of bottom residents should finish their work as soon as possible before the summer.

For the civilians of astapo, today is a very ordinary day. They can't see the kind of ordinary hope day after day.

For the slave owners and nobles of astapo.

Today is a day with some expectations.

Because last night.

An amazing news came from the castle of Lord krazny, the ruler of astapo and the great slave owner: "Lord krazny will exchange the dirt free warrior for a real dragon cub tomorrow."

Yes, they heard right.

The real dragon, which had not appeared for many years, appeared again, and what appeared was a young dragon.

Lord krazny will exchange all of astapo's current dirt free warriors for a real dragon cub from westero.

When the news spread to all the slave owners and nobles in the whole city.

Everyone is looking forward to this performance.

First, the real dragon has not appeared for too long. Too few people have seen the real dragon.

It's definitely a very lucky thing to have a feast for your eyes this time.

After this, the chance to see the real dragon again in the future will never appear again.

Second, the transaction is very big.

Although the real dragon and the young dragon are rare, they are also very precious.

But the clean warriors are equally precious, not to mention all the clean warriors in the whole city of astapo.

The unsullied warrior is the pride of all astapo slave owners.

For this deal.

All the slave owners and nobles talked.

Some people think it's not worth trading a real dragon cub for all the dirt free warriors.

But others think such a deal is worth it.

After all, the impression of the real dragon is too powerful.

Who doesn't know that many years ago, the tangorian king, AEGON tangorian I, unified the whole Westeros by three dragons.

With a real dragon, it is possible to set up a kingdom.

This is the first cognition that many people in the world associate with the real dragon.

This is why krazny, the great slave owner, couldn't walk away when he saw the real dragon and the young dragon, and couldn't give up at all.

Without him, becoming a king is too attractive.

Others believe that even if Lord krazny's deal is cost-effective, losing all the clean people at once will inevitably put astapo in danger.

Of course, only a few people have this idea.

They are not really worried about the danger of the city astapo, but about their property and life safety.

However, this voice could not be heard by Lord krazny, the ruler of the whole city.

Even if it's passed in, it's probably useless.

Because astapo has a large number of soldiers and mercenaries in addition to the dirt free.

Although these were private soldiers of slave owners and nobles.

But at the critical moment, these slave owners will certainly unite soldiers and mercenaries against the enemy.

This is also the reason why many slave owners and nobles did not worry about the urban defense of astapo after selling all the dirt free fighters.

Of course, they probably didn't expect that someone would use the sold dirt free warriors to deal with astapo.

The clean warrior exchanges real dragons and young dragons.

Such amazing news cannot be hidden.

So not only the vast majority of slave owners and nobles in astapo came to pride square today.

Many well-informed businessmen and civilians also came to the square to see the true face of the real dragon and the young dragon.

But since there are a lot of nobles.

Civilians must not want to sneak in.

They could only keep stretching their necks around the square guarded by soldiers.

Pride square.

When the man named Morgan from westero took the real dragon and the young dragon out of the cage.

The eyes of all the slave owners and nobles at the scene focused on the young dragon who was struggling in the air.

As one of the parties, krazny, the great slave owner, couldn't open his eyes.

When the opponent hands over the control of the young dragon tied to him.

Krazny was really excited.

Clutching the iron chain tied to the young dragon, he seemed to be able to see himself riding on the back of the grown real dragon, conquering "Yuankai", conquering "meelin" and becoming the king of the whole slave Bay.

He even wanted to become the queen of slave Bay, continue to conquer the doslakh prairie to the north and the free trade city-state to the West

Finally, he became the king of the whole Aesop continent.

But the imagination is always full, and the reality is very skinny.

When krazny fantasized about a better future and the struggle power of the young dragon from the iron chain in his hand did not disappear, but became stronger and stronger.

Krazny finally woke up from his fantasy.

He pressed the chain in his hand.

But in front of him, the small young dragon in the air was struggling with more and more amazing strength, which almost made him feel like he couldn't hold it.

Krazny finally felt a sense of panic.

"Damn..."

Krazny scolded low, his hands together, and clenched the chain in his hand.

But siglia, the little dragon in the air, didn't eat him at all. Looking at the farther the master went, siglia was eager, struggled more and more, and shouted at the far master.

But siglia struggled harder, but she suffered from krazny below.

Krazny was taken by a young dragon in the air and stumbled, almost falling to the ground.

When did krazni, the actual ruler of astapo and the largest slave owner, suffer such losses.

His heart suddenly became angry, but the object of his anger was not the little dragon he still cherished, but Morgan who had got the golden scepter.

"Hey, boy, what's the matter with your dragon..."

"Calm it down, or our deal won't count..."

Krazny clutched the chain in his hand and shouted at Morgan not far away.

ahead.

I heard the cry of the great slave owner krazny behind me.

It has been tested that all the spotless warriors in front of them can command and drive with only the golden scepter in their hands.

Morgan pressed down the excitement in his heart, squeezed the golden scepter in his hand and took a deep breath.

When you turn around.

His face has become extremely indifferent and cold.

"What you say doesn't count..."

Morgan turned his head and looked at the slave owner krazni who was trying to pull the chain. "I think astapo should be managed by a more capable ruler..."

"What do you think, Lord krazny?"

The voice fell.

"What you said doesn't count... Change a ruler..."

Krazny, the big slave owner of the young real dragon whose mind was still tied in his hand, turned his head when he heard the voice from the opposite side.

Looking at the indifferent and cold face of the fool boy in his own eyes.

Krazny couldn't tell whether it was true or false.

"What are you talking about?"

Krazny asked nervously at once.

But looking at the golden scepter held in each other's hands.

Krazny immediately thought of a very fatal problem ignored by himself: "what if the other party uses the golden scepter to command all the dirt free people to deal with himself?"

"Can the ordinary soldiers and mercenaries in the city stop the dirt free now?"

"Totally unstoppable..."

At this moment, krazny, who realized that he had done something stupid, felt cold in his heart.

Even if the whole body is shrouded in golden sunshine;

Even if there is a hot light above your head.

Krazny could also clearly feel the cold sweat on his forehead and back.

But he didn't dare to make any superfluous moves. He could only hold the iron chain in his hand tightly and prayed in his heart that the damn westero boy in front of him would go away quickly. He also hoped that the other party would break the contract and return the golden scepter to himself.

Send someone to kill the boy himself.

In this way, you don't need to hand over a clean warrior. The young dragon also belongs to you.

This moment.

Krazny regretted not hearing what milota said yesterday.

Astapo is entirely his own territory.

I can force the other party to hand over the young dragon, instead of exchanging all the dirt free warriors.

"This is so stupid..."

Krazny looked at Morgan holding the golden scepter opposite with great regret and nervousness.

Looking at the instant uncertain changes in the face of the big slave owner not far away.

Morgan estimated what the other party had realized.

But it doesn't matter.

In the face of absolute strength, some are vain.

He was not prepared to save the life of krazni, the former ruler.

"Siglia..."

Ignoring each other's tense eyes, Morgan shouted in a deep voice: "kill him!"

"Roar..."

Hearing the master's voice, siglia immediately roared with excitement, and did not wait for the big slave owner krazny below to react.

Siglia immediately flapped her wings, turned back, and opened her mouth to the fool who was pulling the chain tightly below, which was a blazing red flame.

Krazny, the big slave owner holding the chain below, was shocked when he heard the boy's voice opposite. As soon as he looked up, he saw the rolling red flame falling from the sky.

"Ah ah ah ah..."

The shrill scream and wail sounded from krazny's mouth in an instant.

Watching the young dragon flying in mid air spit fire downward, watching the great slave Lord, Lord krazni, the actual ruler of astapo, fall into the Dragon flame in an instant.

In Pride square, all the slave owners and nobles immediately rioted.

"God, what's going on..."

"How could the young dragon spit fire at Lord krazny..."

"No, save Lord krazny..."

"Kill that boy, kill that westero boy, he must have done it..."

"Come on, save Lord krazny..."

"Come on, catch the boy..."

“......”

For a moment, the slave owners and nobles in front of pride square were in a riot.

Soldiers from the square began to surround Morgan in the center.

Looking at the mess of slave owners and nobles, Aphra immediately pulled missander close to the master's position.

Look at the chaos around.

Morgan grinned and immediately turned to face all the quiet and dirt free army behind him and made his voice: "dirt free..."

"Bang Bang..."

The neat roar sounded again.

Look at the army of clean people who are ready for battle in an instant.

Morgan issued a cold command again: "kill all the soldiers! Kill all the hostages!! kill all the rebels!!!"

The moment the voice falls.

Immediately a scream came from the neat array of the clean army.

Morgan looked around and saw a slave patrolman who had just pulled out his long sword. He was stabbed in the abdomen by a clean man wearing three spiked helmets.

Then.

Screams kept coming.

It turned out that the dirt free soldier who got Morgan's order took the lead in shooting at the slave patrol supervisor next to him.

The army of the unsullied began to fight.

Morgan then turned to look at many slave owners and nobles not far away and shouted, "if the capitulators don't kill, there will be no amnesty for the rebels!"

Morgan roared.

Immediately let the slave owners and nobles who had been in a mess be shocked and angry.

But at this time, the army of clean people who got the order had rushed to the private soldiers and mercenaries brought by all the other nobles around.

How big is the pride square in front of you.

Eight thousand elite soldiers without dirt, plus 4000 elite soldiers who have not completed training, a total of 12000 elite soldiers without dirt quickly attacked in a short time, almost encircling the people in the square.

Several soldiers who followed the slave owner's instructions and rushed to Morgan at the first time, even without Morgan's hand, were blocked by several clean soldiers who rushed up.

The sounds of fierce fighting, screams and wails rang out one after another in the square.

With 12000 clean fighters, it was a one-sided massacre against hundreds of mercenaries.

So many slave owners and nobles had no time to respond to Morgan's cry.

The clean warrior has rushed to the grandstand where the nobles gather.

"Damn it, you cheap fool, dare to touch me, I'll let you survive, not die..."

"Poof..."

"No, don't kill me, I surrender, I surrender!!!"

"Come on, come on, kill the westero boy, kill the boy, everything will be fine!!"

"Poof..."

"Ah..."

"I surrender!"

"Don't kill me!"

"Damn it, you brave and humble slaves..."

"Rush out, come on..."

"Don't kill me..."

"I surrender..."

“......”

In the golden sun.

In the gentle sea breeze of the season of hope.

Pride square was full of bloody killings.

The sound of fighting, angry scolding, screaming, crying and begging for mercy kept ringing in every corner of the square.

Just ten minutes later.

The killing in the square finally stopped.

Hundreds of soldiers and mercenaries were killed. The blood was shocking and the smell of blood was pungent.

Nearly 100 slave owners and nobles were also killed on the spot because of resistance.

The remaining twenty or thirty were slave owners, and the nobles could only curl up and squat in the stands, guarded by the clean soldiers.

Looking at the bloody and scarlet pride square;

Looking at the slave owners and nobles trembling in the stands not far away;

Looking around, I still maintain discipline, waiting for the army of clean people I ordered.

Morgan took a long breath.

Strong pressure down the surging emotions in the heart.

He raised his feet and walked to the slave owners and nobles in the stands.

Behind you.

Aphra, whose face was flushed with excitement, and missander, who was excited in her heart, hurriedly followed.

Little dragon siglia flew up quickly. No matter how big she was now, she fell directly on her master's shoulder and kept yelling and yelling, as if she was asking for credit.