Chapter 609: 611 A man without a seed

Chapter 609: 611 A man without a seed

Chapter 609 611. A man without a seed

Then lets take a look together.

Adal stared hard into Haxo's eyes.

Look what happens to the heros family!

Knock!

Break every bone in this heros son! Starting with his fingers! Ill turn him into a puddle of mud in his armor! Right in front of this hero!

With a "thud" sound, Adal picked up the steel scepter, raised it up, and hit Haxo's breastplate with the end of the stick.

As a result, Haxor suddenly curled up, his eyes widened, and he let out a "roaring, roaring" sound out of breath.

Adar smiled happily: "Resist? Keep resisting! I don't understand. What else do you have to resist? How can the empire fail you?"

Ahem, ahem, a reason to resist? Isnt this, isnt this an easy thing to find?

Hakthools curled-up body came out with a roaring laughter.New novel chapters are published on

On the other side, Stewart also began to groan in pain.

I used to be a worthless man and a coward.

"What did you say?"

Haxo's words made Adal confused. He even thought that this was another case of Haxo being verbally assertive.

The scepter in your hand belongs to my friend. His name is Olivan, and he is the mayor of Sintra.

He was carried away to the castle, and your people chopped off the heads of his son and wife on the edge of the moat.

Do you know who his wife is? What a **** coincidence, thats my sister!

Elegance and etiquette, these things that Haxo spent countless training and memories in his bones in the first half of his life, are all gone at this moment. No one cares anymore.

I raised my sister, entrusted it to a good and trustworthy man, gave birth to a son, and then, you beheaded me!

"I didn't have the guts. I was so scared until Oliwen pushed me away. Just like he took care of me without the guts before, and then he also died. Only the mayor's scepter was left to me. He told me We need to save people, we need to save this country!

Then I will work hard and think of a way!

Adal's face froze for a moment, then returned to normal.

"I don't know, but I know that you will be able to tell me the whole story soon. And this information will become my new political bargaining chip."

Come and speak, hero. Then I will make your death a quick one.

And Haxo just looked at him with a smile. Even if he waved his hand to ask the people who were executing Stewart over there to increase their intensity and make the young knight scream more and more horribly, he just sneered.

The young knight just screamed from beginning to end, but never said a word to his father.

Stiff, right?

Adal has seen tough people, and he also knows how to deal with such people.

He will play with them until they completely collapse!

Then the Duke showed a cruel and gloomy smile, and leaned close to Haxo's ear.

"Do you still think that reinforcements will come towards this wildfire? Do you think that by abandoning this group of maggot-like refugees, you can keep me and my army here? Let you become a household name, no matter who talks about it A hero who even gives a thumbs up?"

But all this, everything you pay is meaningless.

Adal told Haxo the current situation of the war, but Haxo remained indifferent.

Oh, it seems that you already knew that we won the Battle of Sodden, and what you wanted was to burn us to death with these meads. But thats okay.

Because it makes no sense either.

Adal smiled and waved without looking back, and a rare man without armor stood up.

He was wearing commoner clothes and had no valuable accessories. He only had a prayer from the Sun Cult taped to the outside of the leather bag he was carrying cross-body with a fire seal.

"It's different from the disgusting way you in the north treat these magical guys as noble people. In the empire, magic is just a craft. It's no different from carpenters and blacksmiths."

Adar smiled disdainfully: "And the empire also trained these craftsmen to respect the people who should be noble - that is, the imperial nobles."

Let it rain, Peeta. Let it cool us down.

Chaos magic began to surge, and the sky became gloomy.

Hakthor's pupils shrank first, and then he showed a sarcastic smile.

"Who says it's meaningless? You are trapped by a group of refugees. If it weren't for a warlock, you would have died! What will happen when these soldiers spread the news? Are the Nilfgaardians still unstoppable? The Empire Are the nobles still out of reach? Or are you planning to silence all these more than 3,000 soldiers?"