"For God's sake, soldier, put away your damn pipe. If I ever see him again, I swear I'll stick your little bird in that damned pipe of yours! Damn it, I don't want to say it a second time. We are now on a pile of gunpowder. If you still want to live, you better be damn careful! "
Earl Russell's familiar loud voice rang out from a bell tower. His burly, bear-like figure appeared under the light of the bell tower. He pointed at a few soldiers who were squatting in a corner and smoking. He roared, "You guys, go stand guard for the night. You have to stand for the whole night. Which one of you will be found dozing off? Hey, then this unfortunate gentleman can sleep forever, until the end of time. "
The soldiers were so scared that they extinguished the sparks in their pipes. They picked up their swords and trotted away from the bell tower. Earl Russell was wearing black armor and a thick fur cloak. This cloak was actually a bear's skin, and it even kept the wild bear's head. Of course, this bear's head was only supported by the skull. Earl Russell did not have a helmet, so this bear's head was his helmet. He often wore the bear's head and cloak on his body, so from afar he looked like a wild bear that could talk.
He reeked of alcohol, and anyone who was familiar with him knew that Earl Russell could not live without alcohol. Some people even said that what flowed in the Earl's body was not blood, but wine. Of course, no one would verify it. After all, Earl Russell could not be said to have a good temper. On the contrary, he had the nickname of a tyrant in his territory. Legend has it that there was a cellar in Russell's castle. That was where the Earl specialized in torturing people for pleasure. There were all kinds of torture instruments that could be collected there. The Earl's greatest pleasure was to drink wine and watch the prisoners scream miserably.
When there were no prisoners, the Earl would also capture civilians, especially women. He would torture the women until they were on their last breaths before forcing them to have sex. In the end, none of the women who entered the castle cellar could come out. Russell's castle was like a vicious beast that ate people without spitting out the bones. There were many legends about this Earl. Some of the soldiers in the town were usually happy to scare the birds with the legend of the Tyrant Earl, but when the legend was right in front of them, they were not so happy.
Even though the count had not tortured or killed any soldiers due to Mason's restrictions, every time they saw his bear-like figure, even the most slippery soldiers could only follow the count's orders meticulously.
Russell took off the bear's head and the cloak. He was sweating profusely. It was rare that he did not have a bottle of wine with him today. He didn't want to ignite the explosives that were everywhere when he was drunk. Just as Allen had guessed, a large number of explosives had been planted in the town when the punitive army set off. The retreat of the cavalry during the day was also meant to lure the Giant Dragon Army deeper in. However, Woodrick had cautiously decided to pause the attack, rendering the explosives in the town useless.
However, this was a headache for Russell. He had to constantly warn his soldiers to be careful, lest they accidentally ignite the explosives. That would be too much of a waste.
At the entrance of the town, a few soldiers who had been called by Russell hung their heads low, taking over their jobs amidst the laughter and scolding of their colleagues. Bolton was one of the unlucky ones. He happened to be from Russell's territory and knew how terrifying the Earl was. This young soldier, who was not even 20 years old, had joined the army not long ago during the conscription. He had not killed a single person until now. When he had wanted to join the army, Bolton had only wanted to use the army's pay to support his poor family. Russell's soldiers had always been in charge of protecting the territory, and there had never been a precedent of them being transferred elsewhere.
Unexpectedly, the large-scale conscription this time was to become enemies with the Imperial Army. If he had known earlier, Bolton would not have participated in this war even if he was beaten to death. However, it was too late to back out now. Russell would not let any deserter go. If they fell into his hands, they would die a horrible death. Before this, there had already been people who had escaped, but they were caught and torn to pieces by Russell in front of everyone to feed the dogs.
Bolton did not want to become dog food, so he stood on a watchtower and had to spend this long night with his eyes wide open.
Looking at the faint flames of the Imperial Army's camp in the distance, Bolton's heart had already flown back to his hometown. He missed his family very much, especially his younger brother who was not even nine years old yet. That naughty little fellow could always do things that made people not know whether to laugh or cry, but it was undeniable that with that child around, Bolton could laugh freely. As he thought about it, the corner of the soldier's mouth unconsciously curled up.
A colleague beside him bumped into him and asked while blinking, "Thinking about a woman?"
Bolton blushed and shook his head. "No."
"Don't tell me you've never tasted a woman before?" The veteran whistled. "Oh, it's a green apple." He purposely slapped Bolton's butt hard, causing the other two soldiers to laugh.
"Don't be noisy, look! There's someone there. "
While the soldiers in the watchtower were joking, one of them pointed nervously at the farmland outside the town under the dusky night sky. A few soldiers, including Bolton, surrounded him. Bolton's eyesight was very good, and he would often go hunting in the forest with his father at home. The light was a little dim now, but he could still see someone walking toward the town from the direction his colleague was pointing.
It was a young man.
At least, Bolton could not tell how much older he was. He was wearing a long robe on the outside and a tight-fitting battle suit on the inside. He seemed to be carrying a weapon on his back. It was a strange scene for such a person to appear outside the town alone. Bolton suddenly remembered something. It was rumored that the day Milahan was lost, it was caused by a person with a knife. That person's name seemed to be …
"Allen? It's the count who took down Milahan! "Bolton screamed.
Allen raised his head. He could vaguely hear voices coming from the watchtower in the distance. It seemed that he had been discovered. He was not afraid of being discovered. Calculating the distance, the position seemed to be just right, so he stopped. At this moment, the town's alarm had already been sounded. A few watchtowers lit up brightly, and the town was even more noisy. It was likely that an army was rushing over here.
Just in time. He thought, then activated the Origin Energy in his body. The surrounding farmland gradually lit up, and a layer of flames rose from the ground and dissipated. Flame marks appeared on Allen's body. Under the rumbling of Origin Energy, an ability was taking shape.
He raised his hand.
At this moment, the sound of bowstrings and spears rang out from the archery tower. Arrows pierced through the air, bullets flew, and the town's army took the lead in attacking. A circle of flames lit up at Allen's feet, spinning and spreading. The rain of arrows and bullets that fell from the sky seemed to have collided with an invisible barrier. Suddenly, the arrows broke, the bullets melted, and all of them splashed towards the periphery. At the end of the first wave, the town's army was about to launch a second wave of attacks. Allen smiled and pointed in the direction of the town.
Russell, who was rushing out of the town, suddenly stopped. His hair stood on end, and his heart was filled with alarm. However, the count did not know where the danger came from. He could only hold his breath and look around. In the count's perception, the Origin Energy in space was moving in an almost boiling manner. The count had never felt such a degree of Origin Energy movement before. Then, an astonishing heat began to spread from beneath his feet. Russell lowered his head and saw a thin crack forming from somewhere, but it spread between his feet and headed straight for the center of the town.
The astonishing heat was emitted from the crack, as if there was a volcano hidden beneath the town.
There were no volcanoes under the town, but there were countless explosives. At this moment, the heat from the ground was rising. If there was heat, then there must be a heat source. If the heat source was a flame, Russell didn't even want to think about that outcome. More and more cracks appeared and expanded. The roads in the town cracked and the houses rose. Apart from spitting out heat waves, the cracks also emitted a faint flame. Russell suddenly knew that the town could not be saved.
This was his intuition, and he had always trusted his intuition. Russell roared, but his clumsy body flew towards Blazing Flames Castle at an exceptionally fast speed. His figure carried a hint of exasperation.
At this moment, the fountain in the center of the town suddenly flew into the air, and a mound of earth continuously rose from the ground, as if something was about to break out of the ground. The entire town was already covered in cracks, large and small, hundreds of thousands of cracks, and flames erupted. These cracks all pointed to the same place, the bulging earth bag in the middle of the town.
Russell smashed through a door and came out from the back window of the house. Suddenly, the speed stopped, and the air became sticky, as if the surroundings had turned into a swamp. Then, an invisible suction force pulled Russell back. The count's Origin Energy surged, and his legs stabbed into the ground to offset the gravitational force. However, the others in the town didn't have the ability to do so. The soldiers' cries of alarm came from all directions. They were pulled out of the house and the bell tower by the invisible gravitational force and headed towards the center of the town.
The count's scalp exploded, his Origin Energy erupted, and his entire body spat out flames. The invisible force field that was pulling him weakened quite a bit. Russell didn't care about anything else and ran away.
Bolton screamed. Even in the arrow tower outside the town, he still floated out with a few other colleagues. Bolton tried to grab the fence of the arrow tower, but he was still sent flying by the force field. He waved his hands and feet helplessly in midair, then floated to the dirt bag in the middle of the town with the others. At this moment, the dirt bag began to crack open, and a stream of fire sprayed out from the crack, then a second, and then countless.
All the streams of fire merged into one, forming a thick pillar of fire that soared into the sky. The surging flames that came head-on was the last scene Bolton saw in his life. He could never go back, and the pillar of fire that sprayed out from under the mound engulfed him and the other soldiers. A volcano rose in the center of the town, and scorching flames erupted from all directions. The pillar of fire that rose up almost licked the sky.
The gunpowder buried in the town detonated, and the entire town was lifted into the air. In the thick smoke, countless burning fragments splashed in all directions, as if a rain of fire had fallen from the sky. At this moment, Allen was already far away from the town. Looking back, he could still see the volcano in the town erupting endlessly, and the town had long since disappeared.
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