1267 Chapter 1268: Siege 1

Germain, who pretended to be father and son with a certain agent, could clearly feel that there was a disturbing atmosphere in this silent flock. The atmosphere was invisible and substanceless, and it was the last calm before the storm.

Under normal circumstances, the common people gather together quietly, no matter how humble and reverent they are, they will uncontrollably generate commotion and buzzing discussions.

But at this moment, it is really too quiet, too silent, so quiet and silent as if dead.

The wooden platform in the center of the square has already been erected, and the knights of the Ander Knights directly under the lord's mansion have long been standing around them. They are in heavy armor and exude an indestructible steel aura. In other words, it was torture.

The Ander Knights are the strongest combat force in the Anderus region, with a total of more than 7,000 knights, which Neumann has accumulated for 16 years before it has the scale it is today.

The side door of the Lord's Mansion opened, and the first to come out was a group of fully armed professional soldiers of the Lord's Mansion.

In the central countries, soldiers are divided into professional soldiers and ordinary soldiers.

Professional soldiers will have an additional emblem with crossed swords on their shoulder armor.

Behind the professional soldiers came out a group of criminals in gray linen robes, bare feet, and shackled hands and feet.

These people had previously secretly hidden leaflets or discussed petty nobles and wealthy businessmen in private. They walked behind the professional soldiers, and there were knights from the Ender Knights on both sides to maintain the team. They walked to the inner edge of the square with their heads down. Stopped at the closest position to civilians.

Some civilians quickly looked at these elders who seemed to be being punished and then lowered their heads, while the latter raised his head high and looked at the civilians in the square with haughty eyes.

From the beginning to the end, even if they are punished, they are still high above them, and they don't need those ordinary people to feel pity for them.

They are proud nobles.

Afterwards, the gate of the Lord's Mansion was also opened, and Neumann, the Lord of Andnus, appeared on the square with his staff.

They are the staff group and the mage group.

Magic elements surged from their bodies, all kinds of magic robes were still neat and clean, and their steps were steady and full of energy.

Even though food rations have been cut repeatedly, and the civilians in the outer city are half-starved, they still have ruddy complexions, plump and healthy skin.

The real reason why other nobles supported Neumann's plan was to reduce the population in the main city of Andnus, so that their food would be able to last for a longer period of time.

Surrounded by a group of nobles, Neumann came to the high platform, and then frowned slightly.

The atmosphere here made him very uncomfortable.

On the too dead square, there were countless low-grade and stupid pariahs, but the pariahs who used to dare not even look up at him, actually looked at him with a strange look.

That look was neither awe nor offensive, as if hesitating.

Neumann suppressed the unhappiness in his heart, and forgave the offense in those people's eyes with great tolerance. He knew that today he wanted to kill chickens and monkeys, and the chickens in a certain area in the outer city were killed, and all the untouchables present It's a monkey, the monkey they drove over from the thirty-seven regions.

He will be patient until this is done.

A sound of armor rubbing came from the side of the square, and another group of city defense soldiers escorted a dozen ragged people to the wooden platform, and tied them to the pillars that had been prepared.

One of them was an agent of the Seventh Military Intelligence Bureau. Germain clenched his fists after seeing the other party.

The reason why he came here was to see if there was a chance to rescue this subordinate.

Neumann collected himself, then faced the square, and he used sound transmission magic.

"People of Valencia, I know the suffering you have suffered these days, and I feel sorry for it, but under the temptation of those despicable Merox people, many people take suspicion and division for granted."

There was no sound in the square, there was neither applause nor objection, not even a little commotion.

Neumann had never encountered such an indifferent and deadly reaction. He seemed a little embarrassed for a while, and then a little annoyed.

Only a few pre-arranged answering tube shouts resumed, and then the crowd around that answering tube quickly dispersed, as if mocking Neumann's little trick.

The preaching had begun, and Neumann had to go on.

So he forcibly suppressed the unhappiness in his heart, and let the magic vortex around his body spin faster.

The strong wind generated by the vortex finally caused some commotion in the square. This kind of transcendent power above ordinary people has extremely strong attack power, which quickly calmed down the commotion in the square.

This allowed Neumann's speech to continue: "Today, I will try those traitors here, and let them understand the fate of harboring the enemy's spies."

A rotating wheel behind Neumann spun quickly, and sharp-eyed people immediately saw that it was exactly the 37 areas that had been divided.

Neumann raised his hand suddenly, and the corner of the wheel was blown away. A knight picked up the broken plank on the ground and shouted loudly: "Pujin Block!"

As soon as this remark came out, the civilians in Pujin block were in an uproar.

But as soon as they made a move, they heard it.

"Law! Everyone in Pujin Street kneels down."

The civilians who were driven to the Qianpujin block on the square fell to their knees collectively.

"Law! Be quiet!"

The person kneeling on the ground was crying bitterly, but could not make a sound.

German clenched his fists when he saw it, and he knew that it was written by a master-level expert.

To ordinary people, that great mentor-level powerhouse is too nasty.

Neumann raised the magic wand in his hand high and began to recite the spell silently.

Normally, when he was reciting the spell silently, there would be cheers like a tsunami of people around him, but at this moment, he had already realized that such cheers were very difficult to appear.

In the past, he did it to attack the enemy, but today he does it to destroy himself.

With the slight vibration of the ground, a hazy khaki aura spread out centered on Neumann.

Seeing such fluctuations of magical energy, the civilians in the square finally became a little commotion again, while on the wooden platform in front of the crowd, those who were tied to the pillars widened their eyes, with expressions of fear and nervousness Watching the magic fluctuations on Neumann's body.

The next moment, a thorn suddenly appeared on the soles of the prisoners' feet, directly piercing the prisoner's crotch, and finally protruding from the gaping mouth.

Blood kept pouring out from the prisoners' mouths, and the eyes of some tenacious people were full of pain and despair.