"Borgir the Besieger was a very powerful mercenary leader. He was known as the 'Besieger' because of his unparalleled expertise in sieges. He was the greatest mercenary when the city was invaded by the Rat Men. It was said that all the cities in Tyrell, including Milagliano, could not resist the siege of the prince. Borgir was indeed a tactical expert. Most of his battles ended in victory.
"After three great victories, he made Milagliano the most powerful principality in Tyrell. After that, his enemies had to yield to his siege ability, avoid open warfare and hide behind the city walls. He was also a shrewd and tyrannical ruler. Once his opponents appeared, they would not live for long.
"However, Prince Borgir's power also attracted everyone's hostility. He experienced countless assassination attempts. All the nobles in Tyrell, including many mercenaries in Milagliano, banded together to oppose him. In the end, he was assassinated unarmed when he entered a bathhouse to take a bath."
Hubby the Halfling, a top legendary swordsman, explained the situation to Forgen.
Halflings were not difficult to hire. After Forgan had taken out enough gold and silver, Haby chose to join the Ash Legion. He agreed to lead a dozen halflings under his command on an expedition to Luscia in order to obtain 15 chests full of wealth. This amount of money was enough for the group of halflings to go back to their hometown, Mutt, and find a female halfling to marry.
When Hubby saw Forgen's offer, he was so surprised that he was speechless. He immediately agreed to accept the offer. The Halfling happily said that after this deal, he would wash his hands of the gold basin and no longer be a mercenary.
The group walked on the streets of Milagliano. The streets were magnificent, luxurious, grand, simple, and gorgeous, but not overcrowded. On the contrary, the people here had a lot of time to think about philosophy and pursue art because they were far away from the chaos of war. While listening to Hubby's story, Forgen was also interested in the streets and the design of the houses along the way. From time to time, he would stop and listen to the performances of some street performers.
On the contrary, he was not interested in these things. He looked at the streets that were decorated in different styles for a long time and did not see anything special. He just listened to the Halfling's introduction.
In terms of talent, Borgir the Besieger was probably the best mercenary leader in the Southern Kingdoms. He not only relied on his courage, wisdom, and the spirit of sharing weal and woe with his mercenaries to become the Prince of Milagliano, but also defeated three principalities in three wars. He also completely defeated the Green Waaagh that tried to invade Tyrell in the Southern Gray Mountains and divided them into three small tribes. Thus, they were no longer a threat to Tyrell.
But when Borgir revealed his ambition, when he declared that he wanted to be the true King of Tyrell, he was met with unanimous opposition, absolute opposition. Everyone, including his mercenaries, rallied against him.
Borgier could win every battle, he could defeat every enemy in his way, but as soon as he left the place he had conquered would rise up and fall. However hard Borgier tried, Milagliano was the only one under his control, and to make matters worse, the mercenaries under his command began to turn against him.
"It's normal. We can't expect the mercenaries to provide the same level of loyalty as the country. It's unrealistic. Borgir is not Zhuang Sen. Unlike the Empire and Brittany, where the people have developed a desire and consciousness for unity under the threat of Chaos, the undead, and the Green Waaagh, they firmly believe that a united country is stronger than a divided one. But Tyrell and Estalia do not face this threat. Everyone is used to autonomy, everyone likes it, and they refuse to change. Therefore, the pressure to unify is surprisingly strong. Borgir obviously does not have the ability of Charlemagne or the first Knight King Arthur, and he also lacks an environment of war and threat. "
"But why are his mercenaries against him?" "According to Haby, Borgir always takes the lead in every battle. He shares weal and woe with the mercenaries. Even when he eats, he stirs a ladle in a big pot." Angelang asked Forgan.
"Yes, but their relationship is ultimately superior and subordinate." Forgan sneered. "Superior and subordinate have different relationships. Anglo, we can't mix them up."
"You know, you know best!" Anglo understood. It was nothing more than the difference between a commander and an emperor. Every original was under the control of a commander, but every original was qualified to be a commander. On the other hand, there was only one emperor, and his rule was eternal. "That's why I hate talking to a sissy like you. You always say half of what you want to say, and then you take the opportunity to laugh at me!"
Fu Gen understood Angelo, just like how Angelo understood Fu Gen. Seeing Angelo being so noisy, Fu Gen just smiled and didn't say anything else.
It seemed that the chaos caused by Borgir's death had caused the whole city to be in a state of extreme disorder. Just like what Anglo and the others had just encountered, the Chaos cultists dared to openly spread Chaos on the streets and spread corruption without anyone stopping them. Then, Forgan brazenly shot the cultists' heads and caused panic, but there was no response in the city. The guards in charge of protecting Milagliano were busy fighting for power and profit and had no time to care about what was happening in the corner of the city.
"So, where is Master Kim?" The barbarian warrior Ingrid asked loudly. She naturally felt close to Anglo's appearance. In the imagination of the Nosians, Anglo was huge, strong, wielding a pair of axes, and had the appearance of a fierce man. He was enough for the barbarians to treat him as an elder. Anglo was even more amiable (by barbarian standards).
"Master Jin lives in a manor in the city of Milagliano," Lucien said. The halfling nodded repeatedly. Although he was short, he did not look clumsy at all. On the contrary, the halfling walked very fast and silently. He was dressed in the most common ranger attire, including a hat with a feather on it, a quiver of arrows, a small bow on his back, and a pouch with a row of daggers in it. He carried a short sword on his back. He looked harmless, but those who looked down on him paid the price.
What caught Fu Gen's attention was the ring Hubby was wearing. The ring was golden and had ancient spells and a mysterious language engraved on it.
"This is the halfling's holy relic. My uncle passed it down to me." Haby seemed to have noticed something and explained, "That's it."
Fu Gen just nodded slightly and did not answer.
Although this Halfling was very small and looked quite young, in fact, he was already 60 years old this year. The standard age for a Halfling was 33 years old. Ordinary Halflings had a lifespan of around 150 years, so 60 years was considered young.
Along a long and narrow garden road, the group moved toward Master Kim's residence in Milagliano. Master Kim and his army were temporarily staying in the manor.
When they entered the manor, they were surprised by the scenery in front of them.
What they saw was a large sea of fire. The crackling of the flames and the burning smell in the hot wind made Angelo frown.
The entire manor was burning, and the three-story building was gradually being destroyed in the flames. The Elemental Soul Essences that were wrapped in flames danced in the air, letting out sharp screeches and roars. They kept laughing out loud, as if the flames made them happy, as if the tragic fate of mortals could make them happy.
"As always, we're late." Felix, the general of the Wing Cavalry, said in a low voice, "Only destruction awaits us. Master Kim has been defeated."
"Not necessarily." Forgen gestured for everyone to calm down. The head of the Ashes Corps noticed that a group of Arabians was walking out of the burned manor. They were dressed in robes and had headscarves wrapped around their heads. Each of them held a scimitar in their hands. They pulled a bound Tyrell out of the manor and pressed him against a tree stump, preparing to attack. "According to his will, we sentence you to death."
"No! No! No! I beg you! "The Tyrell screamed. He kept screaming and struggling." No! I just, I just want to make a wish! "
"But you lost. As the loser, you must die." The Arabian soldier pulled out the scimitar at his waist and raised it high.
"No! No! "
"Wait!" Fu Gen led a group of people and approached from afar. He glanced at the burning manor and asked the Arabians, "Why did you kill him?"
"Kill him? What does that have to do with you? One look and I can tell you're selling your ass at the orphanage... "the Arabi soldier said impatiently. However, after seeing Fu Gen's appearance and his godly equipment, his disdain quickly turned into fear." Uh... I mean, it's none of your business! Get out of the way, we're going to execute him! "
"Tell me, Arabians, why did you kill him?" Fu Gen's expression did not change. He just stood in front of the Arabian soldiers. "Otherwise, I won't leave."
"Save me! Saveme！” The Tyrell soldier screamed. At this time, the mercenary was so scared that he was crying and his pants were wet.
"Hmph, coward!" Anglo snorted disdainfully.
“Speak！ Be quick! "Fu Gen continued to take a step forward.
It was a gaze that made people feel fear from the bottom of their hearts. This gaze was like a shiny steel knife stabbing at them, steady and accurate. It hit their vital points, making them unable to move or dodge. It was as if they were under the control of hypnosis, and no cover could resist it. It was like a bullet piercing through camouflaged armor. It was like a sharp blade cutting through glass.
A few of the Arabi soldiers immediately felt that their lives were in danger. The leader gulped and said stubbornly, "Master Jin ordered us to kill him. This is the reason. Are you satisfied now? If not, please leave quickly. This is not a place you should be, man of the Empire! We're going to execute him. "
The golden double-headed eagle on Fu Gen's chest made the Arabians feel disgusted.
"I'm not satisfied." Fu Gen lowered his head. "You only told me a reason. I want to know the reason. Why do you want to kill this Tyrell soldier?"
"Why do you have to know the reason? Do the demon hunters of the Empire also tell everyone the reason for his fall before executing him? "The Arabian soldiers were still trying to be brave, even though the scimitars in their hands were trembling.
"There is no reason," Fu Gen continued. His gaze became fierce. "Tell me!!!"
"…" The Arabian soldiers took a few steps back. They looked at each other and began to hesitate.
"Because he doesn't really want to cooperate with me." At this time, a hoarse voice came from the burning gate of the manor. A tall man wearing a golden embroidered silk robe, holding a golden flame scimitar, wearing a pumpkin-like golden hat, and gold powder on his face walked down the stairs. The Fire Elemental Sprite was circling around him, making joyful noises. He was blind in one eye, and his remaining eye was indifferent. "He just wants to get close to the Genie. He wants to make a wish to the Genie."
"His wish?" Fu Gen turned around.
"That's not important." Mage Kim walked down the burning steps. "What about you? Are you here to cooperate, or do you want to be like him? "
"Let him go. You have no right to judge him." Fu Gen looked at the Tyrell soldier whose head was pressed against the tree stump and shook his head. "This is not a right you should have."
"Then it seems that we can't reach an agreement." Mage Kim walked up to Fu Gen. "But it's easy. We always follow the principle of equivalent exchange. You can trade your life for his."
"Or you can ignore this matter and let us talk about it again. What is your motive for coming to me? Are you looking for cooperation? Or do you covet the secrets of the Genie? "
"Hahaha …" The Fire Elemental Sprites rolled in the air, letting out shrill and irritable laughter.
"Are you challenging me?" Fu Gen walked up to Mage Kim. "What if I'm going to interfere?"
"I said that I follow the principle of equivalent exchange. If you want to interfere, then why not? Your soul is much more valuable than this trash's. "Mage Kim shook his scimitar." Do you want to wait until the fire stops, or now? "
Behind Mage Kim, a group of Fire Elemental Sprites appeared from the burning manor.
"What's the difference?" Fu Gen drew his golden sword, Glory, and gestured for everyone to disperse.
"Indeed. Then … let's begin!"
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