Crossing The Dragon: The King Sacrifices The Princess At The Beginning

Knight Jinxun was ordered to mobilize the army.

King Aililan also felt relaxed.

He was going to take a look at his experimental products. Every time he witnessed the success of an experiment, he would become happier inside.

Because this means that his success rate in getting the true bloodline of the king is one point higher.

There is no limit to this kind of thing.

Before they can fully inherit the king's bloodline, batches of experimental products will be sent to the operating table without interruption. They will watch their blood drain while they are still alive, and then die with pain and despair.

"Your Majesty, King Anrius sent you a letter asking for help."

Another knight came in from the door. He knelt down on one knee and took off the letter bag from his waist, and then presented the letter with both hands in front of King Airland.

"A distress letter?"

King Aililan picked up the letter, opened it with doubts, and read it carefully.

After skipping the roughly 20,000 words of flattery in the front, King Aililan turned the letter to the bottom and finally found the core content of the letter.

A cry for help indeed.

The first fortress on the border of King Andrius has been occupied by unknown military forces. At the same time, these military forces also used the first fortress as a base to attack the two large cities near the fortress.

During this period, King Anrius mobilized about 4,000 elite soldiers from the cities near the first fortress. In addition, there were about a hundred knights leading the team.

In the end, it was wiped out by unknown forces without even a splash.

They were wiped out without even passing on the information.

This is enough to show that this batch of military forces is far more powerful than the military forces sent by King Anrius.

As a result, these more than 4,000 elite soldiers did not even have a chance to escape.

"After all these years, trash is still trash."

After reading the request for help, King Aililan sneered disdainfully.

"Then Your Majesty, should we respond to King Andrius' call for help? If Andrius is attacked by an unknown force, it may have an adverse impact on the defense of our border."

The knight ventured a suggestion.

In fact, he is a little selfish.

Because his wife and children were on vacation in Andreus.

Although that small country does not have much national power.

But compared with the strict laws of the Ireland Empire, it is a good and relaxing place to retire.

"Come out? Why not? Didn't we get a lot of prisoners of war from the last battle with the Carlisle Empire? I think they have mined enough, so let's use their remaining value to support Anrius."

King Aililan spread his hands, looking unconcerned.

To him, it doesn't matter whether Andrius is dead or alive, because even if the dynasty of Andrius changes, it will not be a threat to him if he is replaced by Sirius or Donglius.

Fighting back and forth is a small area.

How could a small place breed strong men?

He can just send troops as he pleases.

After all, they were all prisoners of war from the Carlisle Empire, and they all died on the battlefield supporting Andrius, so he wouldn't feel any distress at all.

"Wouldn't it be good if this were the case..."

The Cavaliers still want to fight for it.

In his opinion, although there were tens of thousands of prisoners of war from the Carlisle Empire who had been tortured beyond human form, they were still a bit too reluctant to form a fighting force.

"Who do you think you're talking to?!"

King Airland leaned down, his wolf-like gaze piercing the knight's face like steel nails, making the knight wake up from a dream.

What he just said has indeed gone too far. As a subordinate, all he has to do is execute the order.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty. I'm just impatient because my wife and children are still in Anlius. I..."

The knight hurriedly explained that he had felt the murderous aura coming from King Airland, and he was not ready to die yet.

"In that case, then you can take those prisoners to support Andrius. I will provide you with armor and swords, so you and your wife and children can be reunited, right?"

King Airland's voice was like the cold wind on a winter night, and the knight felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet, running down his spinal cord and reaching the sky.

His lips trembled and his hands gripped the fur rug tightly, but in the end he did not dare to say anything more.

"Go away! Go to the prisoner camp within half an hour to take out those trash, and then go to Anlius."

King Aililan sneered, turned around and walked away with his hands behind his back.

The knight came to Carlisle Prisoner of War Camp in despair.

There are seven or eight camps like this.

Prisoners of war from different countries were held inside.

He really wanted to save the wife and children who had left Andrius, but he didn't want to risk his own life.

This is far from the period when magic was developed thousands of years ago. Now the magic network is on the verge of collapse. The magic elements in the entire continent are very thin. It is difficult for mages to practice. The status of knights has risen again.

The chain of contempt between mages and knights has long since disappeared over the years, and now a delicate balance has been reached.

Therefore, his life is still very precious.

The Carlisle people are also called tropical barbarians. Their skin is red and somewhat black.

This is probably related to the fact that their country is located on a continent that is hot all year round.

Generally, adult Carlisle people are at least two meters tall. They are born with great strength and can fight fierce monsters with their bare hands.

Just wearing simple armor and weapons can exert strong lethality on the battlefield.

However, people born with such talents naturally have their flaws.

People from Carlisle cannot practice fighting spirit, nor can they awaken magical elements.

They can only rely on brute force to fight.

And they also smear totems on their bodies.

The more totems a warrior has, the more powerful they are.

According to these Carlisle people, the totem will give them infinite power.

It's just that now, these scrawny "giants" in Carlisle Prisoner of War Camp don't look like they can fight.

Just what he was observing for a moment.

Already a Carlisle man carrying materials passed out on the ground.

But no matter what, this was the order of the King of Airland. He had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk into the Carlisle Prisoner of War Camp.

"Hey! Hey! Look here, I have some good news for you!"

The knight shouted as he walked towards the center of the prisoner-of-war camp. These "giants" were attracted by the knight's voice, and they all looked away. No matter what they were doing, they also put down what they were doing.

Stand in the center of the camp.

Surrounded by a dense crowd of Carlisle people, the eyes with hatred and murderous intent made the knight feel numb.

He seemed to have forgotten.

How ferocious these Carlisle people were on the battlefield. Their cavalry all rode elephants and giant bears to fight, because except for the top war horses, ordinary horses could not carry them at all.

"Ahem, what do you mean by those looks? Do you want to die? If I die here, I don't need to say more about what will happen to you."

The knight pretended to be calm, looking fierce and angry, but he was panicking in his heart.

These Carlisle prisoners of war had a leader.

Although they looked like they were going to violently hurt someone, under the control of the leader, the probability of this happening was not high.

After all, they want to live.

Only by living can there be hope.