Knight of the Light

Once the flames spread, it is difficult to extinguish them.

The building in Cold Wind City uses a large amount of wood as a building material, and when it is burned, it is flaming. The number of guards in the aristocracy is seriously insufficient, and they can only deal with sporadic opponents. However, no one could stop the famine in the streets.

In fact, thousands of hungry people in the cold wind city are like a dry firewood salary, and a small number of nobles lie on the firewood sleepy themselves. Zhou Qingfeng casually, disaster is coming.

Tattered and hungry people were clamoring, holding fire torches. The ‘power potion’ gives them the illusion of strength, which drives them to pour out their long-established anger.

Burn, burn, the whole city is on fire. With the Holy Light Network as the guide, Wilson's craftsmen as the backbone, the speed of arson is amazingly fast.

A knight accepted the call of the long-legged family, and his front foot went out to find a barbarian from outside. The hungry man with a torch came to his door and lit his house.

When the knight master came back anxiously, his wall was broken and his wife and daughter were being held in the corner by a dozen hungry people. There are dozens of hungry people burning his house while moving his property.

"Ah, you all have to die!" The knight master was stricken, and rushed into the middle of the hungry with a sword, and cut off two or three heads in one breath.

The excited hungry people screamed and fled. But after a while of effort, they found that the high-level knight master did not chase after him, but burst into tears and burst into the burning house, trying to save his property that was turned into ashes.

It turned out that the old men would cry and grieve? !!

The lowest levels who were insulted and oppressed felt great excitement and satisfaction for this. Countless hungry people laughed, even if they died next second. They are indeed fed up, and they don't mind going all together.

The nobility's slaves were scrambling around. They could not resist the huge group of hungry people. They could only go to their respective masters to cry and finally gathered in front of the old long legs.

The old long legs need not worry about cohesion. The nobles of the whole city are united by his side, urging him to suppress the sudden violent hunger and quickly extinguish the fire.

The panic-stricken servants spoke incoherently, making wailing wailing noises, telling the city master how the current situation is. Did he know what Zhou Qingfeng did?

Arson? This is really underestimated by Uncle Zhou's destructive power. He is provoking a riot, this is an unexpected riot!

In order to cope with the famine in recent months, the nobles intentionally blocked the city in order to slowly starve the surplus population. Now all the hungry and hungry people are released by Zhou Qingfeng. The old long legs can fully imagine the scale of the riot.

That's at least tens of thousands.

The old long legs looked around, and the family knights and wizards and their servants added up to more than five hundred. The host of noble slaves looked a lot at a glance, but the total number was thousands. A large number of scattered nobles disappeared in the fire.

"Father, let's take the team out of the city first." Marbury climbed down from a wall, crying crying, "The city is on fire, and those pariahs are completely out of control. There are too many of them. They are not afraid of death. People can handle it. "

The old long-legged gave his son a slap, and yelled at the family knight, "We can't flinch. It's all about running away. Pull our slaves out, send them some weapons, and let them deal with the mob.

We have to go to Victor Hugo, and it must have been his agitation behind him. This mess can't stop without killing him. "

What is said is reasonable, but how to do it is another matter. The old long legs don't have an information network, and the convening of human resources is slow enough. When the human resources are convened, there is no way to dispatch them to work.

Facing the fire, once the slaves have dispersed, it will be difficult to return, and when they meet the mob, they will definitely turn around and run away.

In order to carry out his orders, the old long legs could only carry a group of more than a thousand people and squeezed into a ball and pushed outward along several streets. There was fire extinguishing, there was violent suppression, and after pushing just two streets, they encountered trouble.

A skeletal warhorse wrapped in flames appeared in front of him, and Zhou Qingfeng sat on his back. The high temperature could not hurt him, but helped him out. He stood there alone, and the aristocratic servant in front of him who was scared was afraid to approach.

Before the fire started, Zhou Qingfeng used hidden servants to collect intelligence in the city. After the fire burned, the craftsmen of the "Leading Party" called the "Holy Light" to return a message. From beginning to end, he took the initiative with a small number of people.

At this moment, information is power and can control the situation.

Just half an hour after the arson was set, the rule system of the nobles in the city collapsed in the flames. In the end, it was the thousands of people gathered by the old long legs. And even these thousands of people are slow to move, the hedgehogs gather together, and the command is rigid.

Looking at the aristocrats who dare not even approach, Zhou Qingfeng shouted in a "amplifying" trick "Because of your incompetence and greed, the city of more than 20,000 people was tossed into this situation. You are the nobles, clearly maggot .

You only understand intemperate claims, never know how to manage and pay, and push all your faults to the poor. You are just a bunch of gorgeously dressed, pretentious zombies, the source of evil! "

"Stop!" The old long-legged Zema rushed out. When he saw Zhou Qingfeng, he was shaking with anger, pointing at Zhou Qingfeng, speechless, "Demon, you are a demon."

The boy's ability to do damage in the opposite direction is unparalleled in the world, and riots can be caused by just doing it. This not only cracked the elaborate plan of the old long legs, but also directly digged his family foundation, so that the nobles of the city were plunged into disaster.

After the outbreak of chaos, Zhou Qingfeng still taunted at this meeting. "I said that the long-legged Lord of the Cold Wind City would not be so kind, and he would definitely not give me the property of the Vice City Owner in full. You promised me At that time, I was laughing in my heart.

I also always suspect that you are pretending to be sick. Now, you look a little bit more cunning than I thought. But your trick is still too rough, and you are too negligent about the condition of your city. "

Heaven and others do not take it, but blame it.

Zhou Qingfeng will not let go when he seizes the opportunity.

"Enough." The old long-legged barked interrupted. Every word of Zhou Qingfeng was like a loud slap, making his brain-wrapped schemes as ridiculous as children's games. He waved his hands and shouted to the family knights and wizards behind him

"You, today's situation, I bear all the responsibilities. As long as the long-legged family is still there, I will make up for your losses. Now I ask you to let go for honor.

We are in a desperate situation and there is no escape route. Only by killing the kid can he recover the loss. We can't kill him, we're all done. "

Before the crisis, the old long-legged finally said a few words of "sincere". He even personally took the lead and stood at the forefront, shaking his hands, showing a golden sword.

"This is the weapon left by my grandfather. Victor Hugo, you will be lucky to die under its blade."

Behind the old long legs, other military aristocrats had no other choice but to closely follow their own monarch, showing their weapons in preparation for a big move. The sword came out of the sheath, the spell groaned, and everything was ready.

On the side of Zhou Qingfeng, several squads of guard spearmen appeared behind the old long-legged team. Justin and Mondino, who haven't been seen, showed up.

Kelly appeared on the left with several Assassins from the Dark Church, and Adrian led the three-religion and nine-risk adventurer to play the magic flute on the right. Luke and Nal, with their main guard, stood behind the flames next to Zhou Qingfeng.

More than a thousand aristocratic groups in Cold Wind City were surrounded by a team of less than a hundred people. This posture made the old long-legged man laugh, and a huge shadow slowly appeared on his body ...