The foreign lords have invaded!?
I heard that Qian Shoucheng was the first to suffer!
I know him, that lord on the very edge of the monsoon plains!
I've already led men to provide support! I hope Lord Qian can hold out until I arrive!
[I can't hold on any longer. I got here before you, and it's already...]
[What already? Why don't you finish your sentence!]
Yeah! It's driving me crazy! He only says half of what he's saying!
I know him, he's Lin You. I've tried contacting him, but I can't get through!
Don't panic! No news is good news; it doesn't necessarily mean something bad has happened!
Yes! Everyone, please calm down!
Amidst the murmurs of anxiety, Lin You sent out her final message.
Run!
After sending the message, he went completely silent.
【what happened! ? 】
Why are we suddenly being told to run?
Could it be that he too has encountered an adversary?
What exactly are those foreign lords up to?
[They probably want to scatter us and defeat us one by one!]
【So what do we do? We already don't have a numerical advantage, and now this is even worse!】
We must unite! Everyone, please stick together with your fellow countrymen!
[Hold on! I'm already requesting help!]
What's the specific situation regarding Lord Qian? Does anyone know?
I'm on my way!
The person who sent this message was Sun Zhongyu.
He's also the one who's always encouraging everyone on the channel.
Among the lords of the Monsoon Plains, he was considered one of the best.
He also managed his territory very well, earning the trust of everyone.
With his words, everyone felt somewhat relieved.
Sun Zhongyu led his heroes to the battlefield.
Everywhere you look, there is only blood and gore.
The crimson color dyed the entire land red, and broken walls and ruins were scattered everywhere on this land.
The bright red flag of the Dragon Kingdom fluttered on the ground, covered with countless visible footprints.
Phrases like "corpses strewn across the field" are insufficient to describe the horrific scene.
Sun Zhongyu felt something soft beneath his feet, and when he looked down, he realized he was stepping on someone's organ.
A plump lump of fat covered his leather boots.
The pressure caused blood to splatter onto his calves, staining his trousers with the color of blood.
There seemed to be someone not quite dead yet not far away.
Noticing someone approaching, he forced his eyes open and his still slightly mobile hand reached for the weapon beside him.
It seemed they wanted to perish together with the newcomer.
When he realized that the person who came was Sun Zhongyu.
He breathed a sigh of relief, then collapsed to the ground like a deflated balloon.
He moved his lips, but in the end he couldn't say anything. He could only stare intently at Sun Zhongyu with his eyes.
It was a look in Sun Zhongyu's eyes that was hard to describe.
People don't have that kind of look in their eyes unless they are in an absolutely extreme state.
Anger and grief surged through his chest.
Lord Qian and Lord Lin are missing; the rest... have been wiped out.
After sending the message, Sun Zhongyu gripped his weapon tightly.
He raised his arms and shouted, "All soldiers, heed my command! Follow me into battle!"
"roar--"
His response was a resounding clang.
Everyone was shocked by the scene before them, and they all showed a determination to never return until they had conquered Loulan.
"Another one who's not afraid of death has arrived."
A blond foreign lord emerged from the city.
He held a sharp sword and bowed in what he considered an elegant gesture.
"I never expected that a lord from the Dragon Kingdom would grace us with his presence. Please forgive me for not welcoming you properly."
Orwell!
Sun Zhongyu had met this person before.
He's not a good person; every move he makes exudes the despicable aura of a petty person.
They just love to act elegant, like some kind of aristocrat.
His every move disgusted Sun Zhongyu.
"Lord Sun actually remembers me? That's truly an honor."
Orwell waved his hand, and countless elite soldiers stood behind him.
The two groups of people faced off at the city gate.
"What have you done to the lord here?!"
"Oh? You mean Lord Qian?"
Orwell clapped his hands, and two tall soldiers carried a man out.
Perhaps that posture can no longer be called "supported".
This forced Qian Shoucheng to come out of hiding.
A horrifying bloodstain had stained the cobblestone path crimson.
Qian Shoucheng's left leg was weak, and it looked as if it had been forcibly dislocated.
The right pant leg was empty, making one afraid to think about what might have happened.
His face was covered in blood and grime, making it almost impossible to recognize him.
If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of his chest, everyone would probably think he was dead.
"We are all lords of the Monsoon Plains, so we will naturally spare Lord Qian's life."
"but……"
Orwell sighed with feigned regret, "The other lord was not so lucky."
"This is not our fault. He went berserk as soon as he arrived, causing us heavy losses."
He shrugged.
“We wanted to talk to him properly, but he started fighting without saying a word, and there was nothing we could do.”
"What have you done to Lin You?!"
The veins on the back of Sun Zhongyu's hand, which was gripping the weapon, bulged.
"Don't worry, we are reasonable people and will not be as ruthless as that dog Su Bai."
At this point, Orwell gave a cruel laugh.
"It's a pity that the lord has lost both legs and his body has been drained by the skill, so he can't come over."
"I'll make you pay with your lives!!!"
Sun Zhongyu's eyes were bloodshot.
He never imagined that the lords who were encouraging each other in the channel just yesterday would end up with two of them crippled.
The seemingly casual remark, "Her body was drained by the skill," directly reveals the most cruel truth.
As a lord, in this dog-eat-dog world, you rely on your fists.
Even if you can get prosthetic legs after your body is emptied out, your abilities will never return.
From now on, they will be no different from useless people.
"If it's a matter of paying with one's life, it should be Su Bai paying with his life. We only crippled the two of you lords."
Orwell snorted coldly and said hypocritically, "You almost wiped out the Dragonkin race!"
Among the elite soldiers behind him were many orphans of the dragon race.
He was clearly saying this to them.
Upon hearing this, the dragon race became restless, just as he had anticipated.
"That's sophistry!"
Sun Zhongyu understood that saying more was pointless.
Blood debts must be repaid with blood!
"What a pity, it seems Lord Sun is not willing to talk to us properly either."
Orwell forced a cold laugh from deep in his throat.
"I hope that when you encounter the same situation as Lord Qian and Lord Lin, we can sit down and have a proper chat."
Unlike Qian Shoucheng and Lin You, Sun Zhongyu was quite prestigious in the monsoon plain.
If we can win him over, taking down the Dragon Kingdom lord in the Monsoon Plains will be a piece of cake.
Orwell exchanged glances with the foreign lords around him.
In their eyes, Sun Zhongyu was clearly a piece of easy prey delivered to their doorstep.
Why would they refuse?
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