Chapter 1243： Better to die than to surrender City Lord Lu

This sudden change caused the remaining soldiers to stop their steps. At this time, they couldn't even believe their eyes.

Because right in front of them, a living person was swallowed by flames, and even the armor on that person's body was melted by the flames.

The old man, who just seemed harmless to humans and animals, is now a terrifying devil that can spit flames out of his hands. Before the poor soldiers turned and escaped, Marvin's attack began.

He gently raised his hands and aimed at the two soldiers of the Rock Empire who were about to turn around. Then, in the magic circle in his hand, each burst out a group of extremely fast flames.

No matter when, fire magic is one of the magicians' favorite magic, because it is powerful and saves magical energy.

The two flames hit the two soldiers of the Rock Empire who were about to escape like cannonballs, and then the two poor soldiers were enveloped in the flames.

The two soldiers writhed and struggled in the flames, uttered horrifying screams, and scared the remaining soldiers so they didn't dare to move again.

Seeing that the two people were burned alive in this way, turning into black coke like dead trees, the remaining soldiers swallowed all of their saliva.

At this moment, they felt their stomachs churning, and there was an uncontrollable urge to vomit.

"Vot...I surrender!" A soldier felt Marvin's gaze and quickly dropped the weapon in his hand and said with a cry.

In the next second, he knelt on the ground and made a wagging motion: "God! Let me go! Forgive my disrespect, I am wrong! I am damned!"

In his opinion, this may be his only hope for survival. He really does not want to die in such a place, and it is meaningless to die in such a **** place!

Just when he was kneeling on the ground, humble like a bug, not far behind him, Luhmann happened to pass by with his guards.

Then, Lu Man saw that his brave soldier, who should have fought desperately against a strong enemy, actually kneeled on the ground and begged an old man for mercy.

This was something he couldn't tolerate. This was something that made him, the commander, embarrassed. So the commander of the city of Soth became angry uncontrollably.

"Assholes! They have been scared now, they are just a bunch of trash! Rats!" Luhmann cursed, gritted his teeth and drew out his long sword.

If these soldiers knelt down and begged for mercy at those fire-breathing monsters, it would be fine for them to panic and surrender to an old man who didn't know where they were. This is too much!

"Don't they know what honor is? They don't know what shame is?" Luhmann's footsteps were heavy, already furious.

The guards who followed him also drew out their weapons and followed behind their city lord.

They had just been smashed by the monsters, and now they want to vent their depressed emotions, just to take the old man in front of them and give them a bad breath!

"Let me tell you how to fight as a soldier of the Rock Empire!" Muttering, Luhmann walked towards the old man step by step.

Then, he saw that the palm of the old man's hand suddenly flashed with a kind of light he had never seen before. Those lights formed a hexagram, and the hexagram was also full of various strange-shaped symbols.

Then, in the rotating light, a dazzling lightning suddenly struck out, and that lightning directly hit a Rock Empire soldier who was standing still.

The huge energy suddenly turned the soldier into a scorched corpse, without even making a scream, just like that, falling straight to the ground.

And the other hand of the old man also lit up with a terrible light, and in that light, a fiery flame swallowed the hapless guy beside the soldier who had been kneeling on the ground.

In that instant, another soldier beside the soldier who was kneeling begging for mercy gradually disappeared in the flame. Because of the distance getting closer and closer, Luhmann could even clearly see the residue left in the flame.

Luhmann's footsteps slowed down subconsciously, but the inertia still made him step forward involuntarily.

He was still holding a long sword in his hand. The long sword was his family heirloom, a heirloom that accompanied his great-grandfather for a lifetime.

"Honor... shame..." Lu Man walked forward and muttered in his mouth the vocabulary he had repeatedly chanted. He walked step by step in front of the old man, and then neatly picked up his own long. Sword, his knees naturally softened, and he knelt down.

He also wanted to control his actions, but for a second, he felt that his knees were too soft to be controlled by his own will at all.

"Vote, surrender!" Because seeing the old man withdraw his hands, Luhmann mustered up the courage to shout out words that he thought he would never shout out for the rest of his life.

At this moment, he felt that his body seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, as if he had let down something heavy.

Seeing his city lord kneeling so naturally, kneeling so straightforwardly, kneeling so reluctantly, the soldiers who followed him also knelt on the ground, and honestly held up their long swords.

Marvin just thought that the soldiers who rushed over were going to continue to pester him, and he was even ready to go full fire.

He had just begun to chant more complex magic spells in his heart, ready to teach these soldiers who didn't know how to rush over.

But who knows, when he was accumulating his strength, the officer headed by him walked aggressively, kneeling in front of him unexpectedly like that...

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In the majestic imperial palace, Ailan Sirius, the capital of the Ailan Hill Empire, Chris reluctantly put down the documents in his hand.

He looked at Luther and said, "Let Marvin and Marshall... end this war as soon as possible."

Luther leaned slightly and replied: "Your Majesty! You don't seem to be satisfied with this war."

Chris pressed his hand on the report, which recorded in detail how the puppet troops slaughtered the Gale Empire cavalry and the dragon knights raid the Gale Empire city.

He shook his head and smiled bitterly at Luther: "I once raised the banner of fighting for mortals and shouted the slogan that mortals should never be slaves... But in the end, we still lived the way we once hated. ."