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There are only four words that can describe the impact of Zheng Qian's actions on the hearts of the people of Winterfell: "Shocking!"

No one in the crowd dared to say another word. The entire area outside Winterfell was eerily quiet. 【26nbsp;】

"And me!" Bashen Hammer also stood beside Zheng Qian.But he really couldn't kneel down like Zheng Qian, so he took off his clothes, revealing a row of washboard-like ribs, meaning that whoever wants revenge, he can attack his ribs.

Zheng Qian and Bashen Hammer can be said to be the two leaders of Winterfell, one is the practical leader, and the other is the spiritual leader.The two leaders shouldered the responsibility at the same time, carrying all the blood debts of the Warcraft Legion, and the people of Winterfell suddenly felt that it was so difficult to choose revenge.

Of course, there are people in the crowd who are determined to take revenge, but in this situation, they don't have the courage to look left and right.But all they saw were faces full of contradictions and pain.Some other people, like them, were looking left and right, with a dazed expression.

The scene went from stalemate to embarrassment, and the common people could hear their own heartbeats beating.

"I'm coming!" Duan Qinghun shouted.

He didn't expect that Zheng Qian's status in the hearts of the people of Winterfell was so important, and even the blood debt of the Warcraft Legion was borne by Zheng Qian, and no one dared to step forward. It seemed that those who were killed or eaten by the Warcraft Legion, no Like their family.

"A bunch of cowards!" Duan Qinghun cursed secretly, then raised his voice, "Who gave me a knife?"

He walked towards the ranks of the people, looking for a handy weapon.

To kill Zheng Qian, Duan Qinghun probably couldn't do without a weapon at hand.It's a pity that he didn't expect such a scene in advance, otherwise he would have brought a sharp knife and sharp blade here.

What made Duan Qinghun even more angry was that no matter which part of the civilian team he went to, others were avoiding him like the plague, as if he was more terrifying than those monsters.

Wherever he went, the people gave up a large area.

"Bastard! Could it be that your family members died in vain? Such a good opportunity for revenge is in front of you, and you behave like this? Are you worthy of those who died?" Duan Qinghun was very angry, hating these people in Winterfell It's too gristly.

"If it wasn't for Lord Bashenhammer and the envoy, Winterfell would have long since ceased to exist. Let us kill them now? It's unreasonable both emotionally and rationally." An old man in the crowd said painfully.

Everyone wants revenge.However, if it wasn't for Tyrant Hammer and Zheng Qian, they would have lost their lives, so what revenge would they have?What qualifications do you have to still shout and kill here?

"Patriarch, it might be a good thing for these monster legions to be punished for crimes and meritorious deeds." Someone suggested in a low voice to the old man who spoke just now.

"Shut up!" Duan Qinghun was completely irritated by these words, "You idiots! You dare not take revenge, don't you even dare to provide a weapon? Weapon! Who has a weapon?" Duan Qing Soul shouted loudly into the crowd.

He never believed that all the people in Winterfell City were so worthless, there must be people like him who were completely occupied by hatred.He only needs one weapon now, a weapon that can kill people!

Someone in the crowd threw out a steel knife. The workmanship of the steel knife was not particularly sophisticated, and it was on the same level as the previous ghost knife.

Duan Qinghun took the steel knife and finally smiled with satisfaction.

The crowd immediately separated, and the one who threw the steel knife was a man with a dark face. At this time, he was empty-handed, and he was suddenly separated from the crowd and placed in front of the public. His black face turned white from fright, " It's not me, it's not me." The man yelled as he burrowed into the crowd.

Duan Qinghun took the steel knife, turned around and walked towards Zheng Qian.

At this time, Duan Qinghun's face was a death notice, and from this face, death notices were written all over it.

Duan Qinghun's hand holding the knife even trembled a little.

He was really too excited, he endured it for so long, just for such a day.He could hardly believe that he could really kill a big enemy with one hand.

"Zheng Qian, your time of death has arrived!" Duan Qinghun said these words through his teeth.

"Finally you are the one to do it." Zheng Qian smiled, "Indeed, the grievances between me and Duan Clan should also be settled. I am guilty of the people of Winterfell, but I don't think I am guilty of you Duan Clan. You Do you want to avenge your Duan clan now? Or avenge the people of Winterfell?"

"What's the difference? As long as I see you die, I don't care about anything else! Whatever you think it's revenge for, the result will be the same." Duan Qinghun walked to Zheng Qian's side.

"If it's revenge for the people of Winterfell, I can just let you cut off your head without moving. If it's revenge for your Duan family, then I have nothing to apologize for." Zheng Qian stood up from the ground .

"Why, don't you want to renege on your debt? An imposing envoy, in front of so many people in Winterfell, doesn't count what he says?"

"No. As I said, I don't feel guilty for what you have done to Duan. So, I will stand and let you chop!" Zheng Qian said.

"Let me do it!" Tyrant Hammer grabbed his chest and blocked Zheng Qian's front.

He has the responsibility to protect Zheng Qian, which is the meaning of his existence.

"You? Hehe, I'm afraid I don't have the qualifications. The person I want to kill is Zheng Qian!" Duan Qinghun said, and then changed his tone of sarcasm, "It's the envoy of Winterfell!"

"Old Ba, get out of the way! I really want to see how brave this Duan Qinghun is, and how many pounds of bones he has. I'm standing right here, and if I'm capable, I'll chop here!" Zheng Qian pointed at himself throat, "Other places, it's not that I underestimate you, you can't cut it!"

Zheng Qian is wearing Ruyi Snake Scale Armor, plus a second-level overlord body.This body may be nothing in God's Punishment Land, but in Batian Continent, it is a solid body of steel.

Except for the slightly weaker part of the throat, if you cut at any part of Zheng Qian's body, the result will not be better than the man with the ghost-headed sword.

"Thank you for the reminder!" Duan Qinghun said.

Zheng Qian raised his neck, exposing his throat on purpose, "Cut it right!"

Duan Qinghun was a little angry and anxious, and he also knew what Zheng Qian said was true, except for the throat, he couldn't chop any part of Zheng Qian's body.

Duan Qinghun swallowed a large mouthful of saliva, his Adam's apple moved up and down, and he raised the steel knife in his hand high.

Zheng Qian's neck was raised without moving.

Tyrant Hammer, Huniu, and Bai Ling have all made corresponding preparations. If Duan Qinghun's knife is really going to come down, they certainly won't stand idly by.Even if they offend all mankind, these three will never allow Zheng Qian to be hacked to death like this.

Andao also has the same plan as the three.His lean body was already tense, ready to pop out at any time, even if he died, Zheng Qian couldn't die.

The people of Winterfell were all looking at the steel knife that was held up high. The steel knife was shining brightly in the sunny day.

"Ah!" Duan Qinghun shouted vigorously, and then his eyes turned to his chest, a bright bloody arrow shot from the back, and shot out from the chest, hitting the heart.

Blood dripped from the arrow drop by drop.

Duan Qinghun looked at the arrow in disbelief. He held the arrow with one hand, and a small part of the grip was slightly raised, making its eyes freeze.

He rubbed his finger on the protruding part of the arrow, and the image of a snow wolf embedded in the arrow suddenly came into view.

Duan Qinghun's face changed from horror to doubt and then to comprehension, and finally he smiled miserably, his body fell down with a bang, and he still held the gleaming steel knife in his hand.

After Duan Qinghun fell, Zheng Qian saw the princess with a bow in one hand, standing not far away with tears streaming down her face, trembling all over.

Putting away the bow, the princess came to Duan Qinghun, knelt down to hug Duan Qinghun, and put Duan Qinghun's head in her arms.

"You finally made a move." Duan Qinghun smiled miserably, blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

"Why do you force me?" The princess burst into tears.

"That's fine. I'm free too. I've gone too far on the road of hatred, cough...cough...I've been swallowed by hatred."

The princess looked down at Duan Qinghun's face with tears in her eyes.

This face now turned out to be a rare peaceful one, with no trace of hatred in it.

"Princess, do you still remember when we went to play in the Dark Night Forest when we were young?"

The princess whimpered and nodded.

Duan Qinghun smiled again, "At that time, you were like now, always crying. Whenever you couldn't run away from me, you would cry. I had to let you always run ahead. I remember that time, I scared all the adults in the family. broken."

The princess just nodded vigorously, but couldn't say a word.The princess's head was hanging down, her hair was loose, covering her entire face.

"Okay. Princess, you are a big girl now, you can't stop crying like you were a child. Before I leave, I want to tell you a secret. Princess..."

The princess put her ear to Duan Qinghun's mouth.

Duan Qinghun's voice dropped, no one knew what he said to the princess.

After saying a few words, Duan Qinghun's head suddenly drooped weakly and turned to one side.

The princess seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then she seemed to understand again, she moved her arms back, hugged Duan Qinghun's head, and pressed it against her own face.

Zheng Qian watched this scene silently, feeling a little sad in his heart.

He walked slowly to the princess's side, and gently patted her trembling shoulder with his hand.

"Don't touch me! Get out! Get out!" The princess roared angrily without even raising her head.

The outside of Winterfell City was shrouded in a sad atmosphere.

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