This Game Is Too Realistic

On the outskirts of Saifan Port, on a piece of red land near the coastline.

A dozen Weiland men held rifles in their hands, smoking cigarettes and looking at the diggers in the distance.

There were men, women, old people and even young children inside.

Obviously, the people in Valeant did not intend to use the wheel to measure their height, but chose the most equal approach.

They held shovels in their hands, trembling and sobbing as they dug into the blood-red soil.

Although most of them knew in their hearts that this pit was meant to bury someone, no one dared to stop.

After all, if you cooperate, you can live a little longer.

And if he stops, he will be beaten severely before he dies.

As for resistance...

These Wilrantians wished they had done so.

After all, you still have to bear some guilt if you open fire on an unarmed person.

"Work hard, mudworms. When you're done, you'll lie down and rest. Haha."

At the edge of the crowd, a Valantian soldier carrying a rifle cursed ferociously, not hiding the humiliation in his words.

Hearing the curses that sounded like they came from hell, people's shoulders trembled uncontrollably with their heads buried, and Yingying choked and sobbed uncontrollably.

Finally, someone couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed to the ground as soon as his eyes blurred.

It wasn't until he saw the Valantian soldier striding towards him that he was half-awakened, then showed an expression of fear, turned over and knelt on the ground to beg.

"Sir...I'm hungry...can you...let me eat something before digging."

"Are you hungry? Eat," the soldier grabbed his head, pressed it to the ground like a loach, scolded you with a grin, "It's all over the floor, you still want me to feed you?"

The man who was pinned to the ground struggled and begged for mercy, but he couldn't make a sound at all. Instead, he ate a lot of mud and sand in his mouth. After swallowing, he barely had a chance to breathe.

"No, I dare not... Sir..."

"Then do it quickly! You useless thing!"

In fact, it was too dirty, so the soldier was too lazy to continue torturing the dying ghost. He gave him a rifle butt and stopped paying attention to the dying man.

Everyone standing around looked at this guy tremblingly, looking at the guy wriggling like an earthworm, but no one dared to speak out, let alone resist.

Not all of them are old, weak, sick or disabled here, there is no shortage of strong young men, there are even some of the city defense troops who were defeated the day before yesterday.

However, facing those ferocious Weiland soldiers, they did not even have the courage to pick up their guns and resist.

In addition to those who work while crying, there are also some who work hard.

Not only do they have endless strength, but most people don't have the "big picture."

They sweat profusely, trying to dig the hole bigger, trying to prove that they can endure hardship more than others, as if this will allow them to survive.

However, those people don't know that their futile efforts and diligence, those big-nosed people, are like clowns in their eyes, which will only make their disdainful eyes even more contemptuous.

They didn't even bother to distinguish which of these people were lions, which were Japanese or cows, and which were lowly snakes, rats, insects, and birds.

It's all the same, hopeless.

Even if they don't resist at this point, burying them alive is still too merciful to them, and they should leave it to those "gray people" to deal with it.

In fact, they originally planned to do this, but unfortunately there were no Gray mercenaries in the accompanying troops this time. It would be too ineffective to bring some in, so their commander finally gave up the idea.

A batch was buried yesterday, and today is the second batch. Two months is probably enough.

Looking at the people sweating profusely on the red clay, Peter flicked the cigarette butts between his fingers and burned them, then took out the cigarette case and lit another one for himself.

From early morning to dusk, this was the second box he had smoked today.

"...Sometimes I really feel that we are here in this world just to do these dirty jobs."

The big man standing aside looked at him, the Captain, and muttered in a low voice.

"These?"

Pete grinned and stood in the ashes, smiling mockingly to himself.

"That's right, cleaning up slime mold, cleaning up garbage, and rotten blood. Those old guys from the prosperous era were unwilling to do the work and couldn't do the work, so they all left it to us. We are like those who do kidney dialysis It’s the same as other things. I’m responsible for cleaning up these things. Only in this way can this moldy world return to normal... What do you think?”

Just like Qing Huanfu.

And after all this is over, they will probably be swept into the trash.

The New Era does not have a future that belongs to the Vallantians at all. Their fate has been determined from the moment of their birth. They will be swept into the garbage dump as the last piece of dust in the Wasteland Era and become the last wastelanders.

But it is precisely because of this that the greatness of the Marshal is highlighted.

The noble Lord saw through the dirty minds of those high-ranking people from the very beginning, and without hesitation led them to unite and overthrow the hypocritical peace agreement.

Although he was only a small ten-captain, he respected that adult from the bottom of his heart.

"I don't know, but they must die." The big man's face was full of hatred, and his face was ferocious, and his flesh was trembling slightly with anger.

"I agree..."

Holding the cigarette butt in his mouth, Pete grinned and cast his gaze towards the sea in the distance, but at this time he narrowed his eyes slightly.

I saw a few faint black spots appearing where the sea and the sky met.

It appeared to be a cargo ship.

After taking off the walkie-talkie hanging on his shoulder, he pressed the button and spoke.

"...The ship is coming."

"Yes, coming from the east."

…

The Arman fleet almost rushed towards the port, and even almost hit the dock due to its speed.

The fleet arrived a full 24 hours earlier than expected.

Arman urged him almost frantically, and his sailors almost turned the ship over.

Looking at the messy port in front of him, Arman threw himself on the edge of the deck like crazy.

"Let me go! Let me get down!"

Seeing that his boss was about to jump off the deck four or five meters above the ground, the captain and several sailors nearby rushed forward to catch him and pinned him to the railing.

"Boss, calm down! At least wait until the gangway is lowered! Do you want to throw yourself to death?"

"Then let me die! I'll go down and accompany them!" Arman roared hysterically, trying to struggle out of those hands.

Several sailors nearby were frightened and hurriedly spoke.

"That won't work. What will we do if you die?"

"All my wealth is on your boat!"

"The wages for this trip haven't been paid yet——"

"Shut up!" He yelled at the heartless sailors. The captain looked at Arman, swallowed and said hastily, "...open your eyes and see clearly, it's us on the shore." "People, your family may still be alive. What would they think if they knew you fell to death on the pier?"

These words made Arman calm down a little, and his tense shoulders no longer shook.

The captain winked to the sailors next to him, telling them to keep an eye on the boss and wait until the gangway was stable before watching him disembark.

Looking at the lost man standing on the deck, Brother Dog couldn't bear it and sighed.

"If you think about it brother, people will inevitably be unhappy... Well, I didn't mean it was a blessing in disguise... Bah! Well, at least you won't have to pay back the bank money..."

Looking at this guy who couldn't speak human words, the shit-taker couldn't help but sneered.

"You should stop saying a few words."

The catheter dog grunted unconvincedly.

"What does it matter...he can't understand what I said anyway."

Vision Eagle suddenly jumped out of his mouth.

"That's not necessarily the case."

Catheter dog: "???"

The good warrior was silent for a moment, staring at the man's back, and finally shook his head.

"…Condolences."

Arman didn't react at all to the noise behind him. Arman just pressed his face against the wet deck with a deathly expression, as if his soul had been drained out of him.

It wasn't until the anchor chain and gangway were lowered one after another, and the ship finally stopped, that he finally reacted, broke free of his hands, and stumbled off the ship.

Having noticed these ships a long time ago, a group of Wilant soldiers came over with guns on their backs.

Arman stumbled in front of them and grabbed the arm of one of the young men.

His blue lips were trembling, and he opened and closed them for a long time but could not say a word.

But everyone here knew what he said, as if they heard it.

Looking at this poor guy, several soldiers had expressions of pity on their faces.

One of the ten captains came forward, put his hand on his shoulder and shook it, speaking in a comforting tone.

"...We have found some survivors, but we are not sure if there are any family members of yours."

There was a glimmer of hope in his gray eyes, and Arman asked you in a trembling voice.

"Where are they?"

The tenth captain looked at the young man whose arm he held.

"Take him there."

"Yes!" The young man stood up straight, then looked at Arman and said, "Please come with me."

Armen released his grip on his arm and followed him closely.

The tenth captain then looked at the four guys who were obviously not from Willant who got off the boat, and frowned slightly.

He vaguely guessed the identities of these people.

"Alliance?"

"Yes."

The ten-capion commander's expression turned cold.

"What are you doing here?"

Catheter Dog was just about to say, "We're here to break up the fight," but Brother Wolf next to him quickly covered his mouth.

Yuanyuan Ying quickly stepped forward to take over the conversation, and he was quite proficient in explaining in human couplets.

"We are his partners...well, we can be considered friends. Can we accompany him? We are worried that something will happen to him."

The captain looked him over, his eyes seeming to warn him to mind his own business.

"Don't be extraneous...if you don't want to cause trouble."

He knows that this guy is from the Alliance, and he also knows that there is a lot of cooperation between Triumph City and the Alliance on issues related to the Alliance, but this does not mean that he is afraid of this guy.

Vision Eagle said thank you and hurriedly followed Arman.

The shit-stirring stick caught up with his footsteps and asked Yu in confusion.

"Shouldn't we break up the fight?"

Vision Eagle rolled his eyes.

"I'm sorry, how many of us are there? The manager asked us to act according to the situation. He didn't let us die, let alone mess up the matter... The top priority is to collect intelligence first and see what's happening here. Say it again.”

They know nothing about the local situation, and their top priority now is to figure out what happened.

Since there are survivors, it’s better to go and see what’s going on with those people first…

Watching the four people leave, the tenth captain took off the walkie-talkie hanging on his shoulder and pressed a button on it to say 妤.

"...Four of the people who got off the ship just now are from the Alliance."

A voice soon came from the other end of the communication channel.

"oh."

Hearing the understatement, the captain hesitated slightly.

"Just leave them alone?"

The other end of the communication channel said without thinking.

"Aren't they coming towards me? Just leave the rest to me."

Seeing that the officers had said so, the ten-capion no longer hesitated.

"yes!"

…

Silver Moon Sect's Church.

The floor was littered with trash and dust, just like the dilapidated port.

Sitting on the bench, General McClung put the communicator aside, picked up the newspaper spread out on his lap, and continued to flip through it with interest.

This is the treasure he picked up from this ruins, and its name is "Silver Gospel".

Judging from the title, the people who ran this newspaper were very careful. In order to take care of the fragile self-esteem of the local people, they carefully avoided taboos that only the Weirant people could violate.

Perhaps it is because of this caution.

Although he had been in and out of Saifan Port many times before, he had never noticed this church with a moon hanging on it, let alone that this church actually published such an interesting newspaper.

The newspaper did not contain much content about news or the teachings of the Silver Moon Sect. Instead, it spent a lot of space on a novel called "Boer the Awakened".

He had actually heard of this novel before. It was said that it was written by the people of Boulder City during the period after the ceasefire between the Legion and the Alliance.

Nowadays, due to the rise of cross-regional trade, this romantic novel was taken by a priest named Melgio to a "primitive jungle" called Xifan Port.

Anyway, I had nothing to do, so McClun asked someone to put the newspaper away.

This thing is too advanced for the slave, but just right for him who happens to have time.

It just so happened that he was also curious about what the hell the alliance was that relied on a pile of junk to defeat him.

This problem has troubled him for too long. He started thinking about it a long time ago.

Maybe this newspaper can give him some inspiration...

At this moment, the church door was pushed open and a panicked man and a soldier came in from behind.

"My family..."

McClun didn't speak or shake his head. He just nodded towards the old nun standing aside, and then continued to read the old newspaper in his hand.

A complicated look appeared on the latter's face, and he stood in front of the first man.

"May I ask what your child's name is?"

Arman was stunned for a moment, and then made a subconscious reply with a trembling voice.

"Ruby..."

"Please wait a moment." The old nun nodded slightly, turned around and walked into the side hall next to her.

After a while, she came out with a little girl.

Arman's eyes turned red for a moment, and he clasped his hands and covered his nose.

The dark brown hair that should have been smooth and smooth was now draped messily on her shoulders, like a sweater with balls, and what made his heart tighten and hurt even more was the pale, faceless face. And empty eyes.

At this moment, standing in this dilapidated church, she was like a piece of ceramic buried under the ruins, which made people feel both distressed and grateful.

She is still alive!

Praise the Silver Moon Goddess!

He never believed in any gods, only the great marshal. But at this moment, he offered his most sincere prayers and rushed forward regardless of everything.

"Ruby!!"

Arman hugged Ruby and couldn't hold back the tears any longer.

This tall man burst into tears in an instant.

Listening to that familiar voice, Ruby finally reacted, and her empty eyes finally glowed with a faint light. She stretched out her hand and gently touched the head that was close to her shoulder.

"dad……"

"... I'm sorry... Dad is late... I'm sorry for you..."

Feeling the hot tears, Ruby's eyes gradually turned red.

However, she seemed to have thought about what her mother had said, so she did not cry out in the end, but put her childish little hands on her hair, which was as messy as hers.

"It's okay, dad... Ruby's okay, don't cry... Mom said that people in Weiland don't cry..."

"Yeah! I'm Ruby, you're right... I'm sorry for letting you see the embarrassing side of dad..."

"It's okay...it's okay now."

Ruby forced a forced smile on her face, as if trying to comfort him.

However, that sensible look made Arman feel even more distressed.

However, in order not to worry his daughter, he wiped the tears from his face, hugged Ruby tightly in his arms, and stood up from the ground.

At this moment, he just wanted to take his child and leave this ghost place as soon as possible.

But before that, he still had one more thing to ask...

Looking at the old nun standing in front of him, Arman said with a trembling voice.

"... Where is the child's mother? Her name is Margery. Where is she?"

In fact, before he said these words, he already had the answer in his heart.

This is a no-brainer.

If Margaery was still here, she would never allow Ruby's hair to be as messy as it is now, let alone leave her alone in the church...

The old nun couldn't bear to look at him, then glanced at the child in his arms who was so strong that it made people feel distressed, and finally spoke, speaking in that hoarse voice.

"I remember the name Margaery. Your wife is a very brave mother..."

…

The door of the church.

Brother Wolf, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke.

"I don't care."

Several other people looked at him.

Noticing his friends' gazes, he paused and continued.

"...How did they do it? It makes people both passionate and disgusted."

He didn't like the Legion; he could even describe his feelings for them as disgust.

This is not only because of the alliance's camp and the position of the people, but also because most of the NPCs he knows are survivors of the River Valley Province.

Everyone who helped him during his rookie years remembers what the Legion has been like.

These guys do whatever it takes to achieve their goals. Not only do they give weapons to the raiders, they also send officers and those raider tribes as military advisors to teach them how to drive the legion's war machine and slaughter all the valley provinces more efficiently.

Although they finally blamed all the problems on the eastward expansionists, weren't they themselves the ones who allowed those people to expand eastward?

Now they are playing a similar trick again, and as expected they shot themselves in the foot.

He has no sympathy for the slave's suffering at all. It's strange that he doesn't have any good feelings for the slaves here.

He sympathizes with the suffering of these people and recognizes their innocence, but he also feels that they deserve it.

He even thought it would be nice to do nothing and just watch them bite each other.

"I don't care..." The conduit dog shrugged, "It's just a group of NPCs, why are you doing such in-depth research? The wasteland is so big, there is nothing weird about it."

The Stirring Stick whistled.

"Actually, I don't care...but if we insist on discussing this issue, what about the children in this settlement? Is it their fault that they don't have eyes and were not reincarnated in the shelter?"

Brother Wolf looked away silently, not knowing how to answer.

"Come on, come on, stop talking nonsense. Why are you talking so much nonsense? Let's get on with the task..." The far-sighted eagle sighed, and ended the topic of several good brothers before the discussion turned into an argument.

Simple good and evil are not equal to morality, and morality is divided into collective morality and personal morality.

The Alliance does not only have one 404 shelter, but countless residents of the shelter, and even people from Ideal City and colleges, have traveled thousands of miles to join them. It is obviously not because they yearn for the good days of the Alliance, but because they believe in it. The Alliance can end the wasteland.

If they betray their oath, even if they are not beaten back to their original form, no matter how good they end up, they will just become a smaller version of "Cyber ​​Xilan".

So he could understand Chu Guang's approach.

Except for Xi Lan, almost every camp in this wasteland has its own bottom line and position.

Even a place as big as Groom Town.

So he felt that Brother Wolf was not entirely wrong. The empire deserved what happened, but this word should not be used to describe its people.

At least those survivors who endured the persecution of the mob are innocent.

What he has to do is to keep these people as much as possible. This is also his understanding of the mission of the manager.

Seeing Brother Ying interrupt, Brother Dog, a professional mixed scorer, said immediately.

"You are the best at Renlianyu, so I'll give it to you."

The far-sighted eagle rolled his eyes.

"Nonsense, if I don't do it, why should I let you do it?"

If this guy opens his mouth, he may cause trouble even if nothing happens.

…

When the far-sighted eagle entered the church, he found that Arman and his daughter had already left here.

Including the old nun.

There was only one person left in the church at this moment, and that was McClun, who was sitting on the bench and flipping through the newspaper.

I had so much fun watching this guy on the forum before that I almost couldn't hold back my laughter.

Fortunately, Lao Mai didn't notice.

Hearing the noise behind him, he shook the newspaper in his hand and said lightly.

"A very interesting novel...it actually coincides with our ideas."

Unexpectedly, he would take the initiative to chat with me about the novel, and Yingying came to sit next to him.

"which aspect?"

McClun smiled slightly and read out what he saw in the newspaper.

"...It was not Bol who saved Boulder City, but the survivors of Boulder City who chose Bol. The workers protected the innocent children, and the soldiers raised their guns an inch, and they finally realized that they were compatriots, Not the enemy, and then issued a righteous declaration and pointed the gun at the real enemy..."

"The same is true for the Velant people. We were created as slaves and did not succumb to fate and authority. We bravely broke away from the shackles... The marshal told us more than once that it was not he who led us to victory, but rather Our struggle earned it.”

The eagle was a little overwhelmed.

"Then you turn around and enslave other people?"

"Yes," McClung admitted this frankly and without hesitation, without any unspeakable shame on his face, "didn't you create us just to let us conquer something? We are just... Just fulfill the mission written in your DNA.”

Turning a page of the newspaper in his hand, McClung continued in an indifferent tone.

"Besides, when those people have had enough, they will naturally fight for their own freedom... Isn't that how you defeated me?"

Eagle glanced at him in surprise, not expecting him to admit that the Alliance won anyway.

It's really strange.

Although the Eastern Expansionists are not very popular in the legion, until now, no Valantian has admitted that they lost that unjust and hasty war.

However, there is actually no meaning in arguing about something as subjective as winning or losing. There are many reasons for both sides to argue, and in the end no one can be convinced.

Not wanting to create extraneous differences, Yingying coughed lightly and said bravely.

"General McClun, let's talk about West Sails Port."

He originally thought that the arrogant general in front of him would refuse, but he didn't expect to hear an unexpected answer.

"Well, let's talk about it. You guys do have this qualification now."

The unexpected answer caught Eagle off guard. The detour tactics he had prepared were completely useless at this moment.

However, his mind turned quickly and he immediately changed his negotiation tactics.

"... Your revenge may seem thorough, but in our opinion, it's more like a child's temper."

McClun didn't care about his provocation and said nonchalantly.

“We don’t care what other people think of us.”

The Eagle did not give up and continued, "Then you should always care about your own compatriots! Those dead people."

McClung corrected casually.

"Dead Wilrantians."

Eagle continued.

"It's them I'm talking about! West Sail Port is their hard work. They crossed the ocean and opened up a new home in a strange land for your respected lord marshal and other Wilant people who long for the land under the sun... Of course , I don’t like the idea of ​​robbing other people’s houses, but this settlement built from nothing is indeed their achievement, isn’t it?”

McClun laughed lightly.

"It doesn't matter, drain the blood here, and we will build a new Sailsport."

Eagle swallowed and continued.

"What about them? Apart from the name Xifan Port, is there any trace of them in this new settlement? In my opinion, what you are doing is no different from the Enlightenment! The new Xifan No one in Hong Kong will remember those who died. Except for the scarlet mud under your feet, no one will remember what happened here. In the future, no one will ever wonder why things turned out like this. It will definitely come again one day!”

When he heard this sentence, McClun's expression finally showed some reaction.

He put down the newspaper on his knees, took out a cigar from his arms, cut off the butt and held it in his mouth, then said while rubbing the lighter.

"Then tell me what to do about this matter... Haha, let me listen to the opinions of the good people in the alliance."

Seeing that things had taken a turn for the better, Eagle immediately said.

"This is easy to handle... If you have a grudge or a grudge, you can judge them!"

Hearing this whimsical idea, McClun couldn't help but sneered.

"We don't have that many judges."

Eagle shouted bravely.

"Then let's have a public trial! Let them identify each other!"

He didn't actually think of this idea, but there was no better way at the moment.

There will definitely be wrongful killings.

But no matter how many people were killed by mistake in the end, it was still better than killing them all.

Hearing this, McClun, who was holding a cigar, was stunned for a moment, and suddenly burst into laughter.

He laughed for half a minute before he stopped, looked sideways at the eagle, grinned and said.

"I'll be honest, it's really fun to watch you plead for these rotten people. As for me, I don't think other people in this city are innocent. In our philosophical view, silence is also a sin, a banal sin. , and the sin is unpardonable.”

"As long as they turn a blind eye and let the thugs cause trouble and drive away the Weirant people, they can then enjoy the consequences as victims and be immune to themselves... Gee, what made them have the ability to be immune to themselves? Illusion? Do we look like reasonable people?”

"We have given them a chance. They can choose to die gloriously on the battlefield like heroes fighting for freedom. We may consider letting their families go. However, they would rather dig a hole to bury themselves. He also refused to pick up the lost gun and even hid behind his own family. We just helped them. "

When he said this, McClellan paused and looked towards the front of the church.

"However, I still plan to consider your proposal. On the one hand, what you said makes sense, someone needs to remember what happened here. On the other hand... it sounds like it would be more interesting than letting the Grays torture them. "

McClun had a smile on his face, looking very devilish.

"How about this, on a street basis, each person must identify 'one', and then other people in the city will decide whether the identified person deserves to die."

"Let me think about it... We have already killed 20,000, and picking out another 10,000 should be enough. If there are more, we will not retreat, and if there are less, we will make up for them in order. What do you think of the rules of this game? I gave them another chance. Opportunity, haha.”

Looking at this guy who could decide the lives and deaths of tens of thousands of people in an understatement, Eagle took a deep breath.

"Then...can we get started?"

Both sides have taken a step back from their respective positions, which is the best result.

He remembered that there was a group of people digging holes in the suburbs. The youngest child was not much older than Ruby. There was no way those little brats who were not even full-grown could also be the murderers.

If I were a little later, they might have to start filling it in.

At least... those children must be saved!

Looking at the shelter resident urging him, McClun suddenly felt very interesting and laughed out loud.

"Actually, I really want to know, is there any benefit to you from intervening in this mess?"

"Or let me put it another way, wouldn't it be fun to watch us destroy our own colony?"

The far-sighted eagle wanted to say that it was no fun at all, and that his mission would be ruined.

But at this moment, he suddenly remembered the contents of the player's manual, so he changed his words again.

"...Since we have already shouted the slogan 'survivors unite', we cannot go back and say that survivors in Borneo are not survivors, or that it is none of my business whether survivors die or not."

McClun was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and suddenly burst out laughing.

The laughter echoed in the empty church like hoarse bells.

"...Hahaha! Interesting, do you call this a 'benefit'?"

The far-sighted eagle gestured with his fingers and explained.

"That's for sure. There are many kinds of benefits, not just making money or coloring on the map..."

"Tsk."

McClun curled his lips and took off the walkie-talkie hanging on his shoulder.

"Ross, ask your people to stop for a moment. I suddenly thought of a better idea... bring the survivors to the port to gather."

Just as General McClung issued the order, a massive battle broke out in the central region of Lion State.

The attacking party is the force of the Heavenly King's Army, led by Janusz himself, with approximately 50,000 people, known as the Million Army.

As for the defender, it was Grand Duke Sanjay of the Lion City, who had 40,000 people under his command, half of whom were serfs recruited from various manors, and the other half were city defense troops.

The numerical gap between the two sides is actually not huge. The training, organization and equipment are also about the same. Sanjay even recruited some aristocratic officers newly trained by McClun. Logically speaking, the local army should have the advantage. .

However, when Janusz shouted slogans about abolition of slaves and the division of the land and property of the nobles, half of Sanjay's troops collapsed in an instant.

Although this battle lasted from dawn to dusk, the outcome was not in any doubt.

In the end, Archduke Sanjay was caught up and shot to death by Janusz's bodyguards while escaping.

After entering the city, Janusz not only slaughtered all the nobles above count and their families in the Lion City, but also piled their heads at the city gate to build a tower.

Except for those beautiful female relatives, he kept them or gave them to his subordinates.

The bloody method frightened everyone, and the entire Lion City was in panic.

It’s not even just the Lion City.

Just as the news of Sanjay's defeat reached Tiandu, the entire Tiandu was in chaos, and the road out of the city was blocked by the fleeing convoy.

Next to Lion State is Niuzhou, and Tiandu is right in Niuzhou!

Especially the road from Lion City to Tiandu is a long and winding road, with no danger to defend at all!

This time Wu Tuo was completely panicked.

He never imagined that a group of rebellious slaves could cause such a big disturbance!

In the palace of Tiandu.

Looking at the witch camel who was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, Prince Dilip carefully wiped the sweat from his forehead and suggested tremblingly.

"Your Majesty... there is no time to hesitate, please move quickly!"

Wutuo's eyes widened and he roared in shock and anger.

"Move?! Where do you want me to go? There are lions in the west and hungry wolves in the south! I can't believe that Alaya! He is a member of the wolf tribe, and he is from the same tribe as that Janusz!"

And I heard that he is still his old subordinate! Maybe he was the one who instigated this!

Wu Tuo's beard trembled with anger, and he clenched his teeth, wishing that his gums would bleed, and he would chew up these guys with backbones and swallow them.

They are all traitors!

All of them!

Not loyal at all!

Prince Dilip was also worried. After all, they were in a relationship where both prospered and suffered losses.

If the royal family falls, his fate may not be much better than that of Wu Tuo.

"Snake state, tiger state, leopard state, bird state, horse state... I can't believe it. Local forces are ready to move. It will be difficult for you to think about those places."

"Then what do you want to do!" Wu Tuo roared.

Although he had done a lot of idiotic things in his life, when his life was at stake, Prince Dilip was still smart for once and thought of a place in a hurry.

"...There is another place to go."

Wu Tuo asked hurriedly.

"Where?!"

"Golden Gallon Port..."

Looking at the stunned Wutuo, Prince Dilip swallowed and continued cautiously, "Although it is the territory of the alliance, they still abide by the rules, and eating is not a problem."

"Right now, the Wilant people are angry... maybe that's the only place that can guarantee our safety."