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

While Su Nian was enjoying the delicious barbecue and warm campfire with the dark orcs, a group of people were also enjoying it.

Black Tower City is the largest city near the First Fortress of Anlius. The city lord, Count Reg, rules a large territory near the First Fortress.

As its name suggests, there are many black towers throughout the city. It is said that these black towers are the relics left by the Azer people. They used large blocks of obsidian to cast these black towers and coated them with special anti-magic materials. To the point of resisting the magician, however, they were eventually wiped out. As for who wiped them out, it has always been a mystery. When Andrius I's army arrived here, these towering black towers and Aize were left. The human remains.

At this moment, Earl Reg is in the tallest and largest black tower.

His mouth was filled with oil as he gnawed on a plate of honey-roasted duck. There were plates of various delicacies on the long table in front of him. On both sides of the long table sat his knights and nobles from Black Tower City.

In the middle of the long table, a dancing girl wearing a silk tulle skirt was as charming as silk. The long skirt rolled like ocean waves, and her body danced like a butterfly. The nobles around her were either watching intently or talking and laughing loudly.

The footman stood with a glass of wine, ready to refill the empty glasses on the table.

The queue of maids serving food stretched directly to the door. They placed a plate and took away an empty plate on the table. They were so busy that they couldn't stop.

The entire banquet hall was full of activity.

The fire in the fireplace burned brightly.

The cold wind howled outside and made the windows rattle, but it couldn't bring any chill to the room.

Portraits of the previous Black Tower City Lords were hung on both sides of the banquet wall.

They were either holding wine glasses or holding swords, with the corners of their mouths turned up, looking proud of themselves.

"This is the life that nobles should live, isn't it?" Earl Reg, the lord of Black Tower City, raised the wine glass in his hand. The nobles and knights on the long table also raised their wine glasses and responded.

"Praise Sir Reg for bringing us such a grand banquet!"

"Lord Reg is so generous!"

"Yes, this is the first time I have eaten so much delicious food~"

The nobles talked and laughed.

Their collars were neat and neat, as if carved from the same mold, their hair was shiny and combed meticulously, and even if there was oil stains on their mouths, a maid would quickly wipe them off with a silk scarf.

The knights were wearing armor and their faces were red from drinking.

Fortunately, they haven't gotten carried away yet.

I still remember who gave me everything I have now.

Reg shook his beard and laughed softly:

"None of this would be possible without your efforts. You must know that asking those untouchables to pay taxes is a technical job. If you push harder, you will die or die."

"If you ask me, all the untouchables who can't pay taxes should be driven out of the city to fend for themselves, leaving only those who can afford taxes." Beside Earl Reg, a knight raised a wine glass and laughed. laugh.

"That's not possible." Earl Reg waved his hand, and on his fat fingers, a bunch of rings sparkled under the light:

"We still need the untouchables to cultivate land and produce food for us, so we only need to drive out some of those who produce less food. This way we will not be under so much pressure, and the remaining untouchables will be easier for us to manage."

"Lord Reg is still thoughtful." The knight complimented with a flattering look.

"This country will be finished at some point." Earl Legg took out a toothpick to shave his teeth with a disdainful expression: "A mysterious army attacked the first fortress again, and there was a natural disaster of the undead. Lords from all over the country are here. Collect money, have new firewood, and don’t worry about not having a fire to bake, if anything happens, we will have a way out.”

The nobles present all praised Earl Reg for his unique vision and foresight. Amidst the laughter and laughter, the atmosphere of the banquet became more enthusiastic.

As for the black towers, there is another scene.

On a gravel-paved city street.

A group of people with sallow faces and thin skin and ragged clothes were stumbling forward in groups.

They were clenching branches or missing hoe handles, following each step, squirming with difficulty toward the outside of the city. Behind them, a group of red-faced soldiers were wearing iron armor and holding swords.

If the team in front moved a little slower, they would wave their weapons and shout threats.

"You bunch of untouchables who can't bring value to the lord don't deserve to live in the city! This place is suitable for richer people!"

"Get out of here!"

"Hurry up, hurry up, the last one out of the city, I will chop off his head with one sword, hahaha~"

These hungry people with only skin and bones were originally civilians in Black Tower City. Under the heavy taxes imposed by the lords, they were hungry and had enough to eat, but they could barely survive.

Until the lord suddenly launched an attack some time ago, all the food in the house was taken away, but it was not enough to take away all the food. The soldiers would continue to take away their pots and pans, and even farm tools. When there was nothing left in the family, their house was taken away, and then they were driven out of Black Tower City by vicious soldiers.

Now they are the third wave of civilians who have been driven out of Black Tower City.

After leaving the city gate, the old hunter who was lame on one foot was beheaded by the soldiers. They laughed wildly and hung the old man's head on the city wall. Their unbending eyes stared angrily at the desolate wilderness in the distance.

Many people cried and cried.

Because they no longer have a home and nowhere to go.

In the end, their destination is to wander aimlessly in the wilderness.

If you are lucky, you can find some wild fruits to satisfy your hunger and live a few more days. If you are unlucky, if you encounter monsters living in the wasteland, you can only close your eyes and wait to die, waiting to become the monster's food.

Carter stood at the city gate for a long time until the refugees dispersed one by one.

It was his father who was beheaded by the soldiers, but he could only endure it and could not say anything.

Because his father told him to shut up.

If he dared to utter a word, the soldiers would not mind beheading the father and son together and hanging them on top of the city.

Carter clenched his fists and dug his nails into his flesh, drawing blood. His eyes were bloodshot and his breathing became more rapid. However, thinking of his father's instructions, he finally let go of his hand dejectedly.

His current strength is still too weak and there is no way he can be the opponent of those soldiers.

And he hadn't eaten for many days, and his body was as limp as a slug.

He took one last look at his father.

He turned around and left, filled with anger and grief.

"I will take revenge...Father, please wait."

He murmured to himself, used the knowledge taught by his father to identify the direction, and then dragged heavy steps towards Bangor City.

He placed his hope in seeking refuge with his uncle.

A cloth merchant living in Bangor City.