Chapter 579, Mage Gold

"Pogil the Besieger was a very powerful mercenary chief, known as the Besieger because of his unparalleled expertise in siege warfare, and he was the greatest It is said that all the cities of Tyrell, not even Miragliano, whose walls were well constructed and strong, could not withstand the prince's siege. Pogil was indeed a master tactician, and most of his battles ended victorious."

"After three great victories, he made Miragliano the most powerful duchy in Tyrell. After that his enemies had to succumb to his siege prowess to avoid open struggle and hide behind the walls. He was still a shrewd Without losing the tyrannical ruler, once the opponent appears, he will not live for long."

"However, the power of Prince Bogier has also attracted the hostility of everyone. He has experienced countless assassinations. All the nobles in Tyrell, including many mercenaries from the city-state of Miragliano, united against him. In the end, he was assassinated unarmed while entering the baths to take a bath."

Halfling Harpy, a wandering swordsman at the peak of legend, followed Fulgrim, and he introduced the situation.

Halflings are not difficult to hire. After Fulgen took out enough gold and silver, the halfling Hobby chose to join the Legion of Ashes. He agreed to lead a dozen halflings under his command on an expedition to Lustria. Get fifteen boxes full of wealth, the money is enough for this group of halflings to go back to their hometown, Mutling, to find a female halfling to marry after finishing their work.

When Happy saw Fulgen offering the employment amount, he was so surprised that he couldn't speak. He immediately agreed to accept the employment, and the halfling happily said that after finishing the business, he would wash his hands and never be a mercenary again.

A group of people walked on the streets of Miragliano. The streets here are magnificent, luxurious, atmospheric, simple, simple, gorgeous but not overly crowded at all. On the contrary, the people here are far away from the war. When he had time to think about philosophy and pursue art, Fulgan was also interested in admiring the streets and house designs along the way while listening to Harbi's narration, and stopped from time to time to listen to the performances of some street performers.

On the contrary, Angron showed little interest in these things. He casually looked at the streets with different decoration styles. He didn't notice anything special after looking at them for a long time, but he was just listening to the halfling's introduction.

In terms of talent alone, Pogier-The Besieger may be the best mercenary leader in the southern country. Not only did he rely on his bravery, wisdom, and spirit of sharing weal and woe with his mercenaries to become Prince Miragliano, but he also became Prince Miragliano. He defeated the three principalities successively in three wars, and completely defeated the green-skinned waaagh who tried to invade Tyrell in the Southern Gray Mountains, splitting it into three small tribes. Make them no longer a threat to Tyrell.

However, when Borgil revealed his ambitions, when he declared that he wanted to be the real king of Tyrell, he met with unanimous, resolute opposition, and all people united against him, including his subordinates. mercenary.

Pogier can win every war, and he can defeat all the enemies he passes by, but as long as he leaves with his front foot, the places he has conquered will immediately raise the flag of rebellion and fall, no matter how hard Pogier tries, All he could control was Miragliano, and to make matters worse, his mercenaries were turning against him.

"Normally, we can't expect the mercenaries to provide loyalty similar to that of the country. This is unrealistic, and Pogier is not Jonson." Fulgan listened to the halfling's narration, and he calmly analyzed everything: "Unlike Empire and Britannia, where people have developed a desire and awareness of unity amidst the threats and pressures of chaos, undead, and greenskins, the people there firmly believe that a united country is obviously better than a divided country. To be stronger, but Tyrell and Estalia did not face this threat. Everyone is used to autonomy, everyone likes autonomy, and refuses to change, so the pressure to unify is surprisingly high. Pojil obviously It doesn’t have the ability of Charlemagne or the first generation of knight king Arthur, and it also lacks a war-torn and threatened environment.”

"But why do the mercenaries under his command also oppose him?" Angron asked Fulgrim, "According to what Habi said, Pogier must lead the way in every battle, and he usually shares the joys and sorrows with the mercenaries, and even eats. Stir the spoon in a cauldron."

"That's right, but the relationship between them is ultimately superior and inferior." Fulgen sneered a few times: "Superior and superior are different from monarch and subject, Angron, we can't confuse them."

"You know, you know best!" Angron understood. It is nothing more than the difference between the Warmaster and the Emperor. Every Primarch is controlled by the Warmaster, but all Primarchs are qualified to become a Warmaster. On the contrary, the Emperor There is only one and his rule is eternal: "So I hate talking to you sissy, you always like to say half, leave half, and then take the opportunity to laugh at me!"

Fulgrim understood Angron just like Angron understood Fulgrim. When he saw Angron shouting like this, Fulgrim just smiled and said no more.

It seems that due to the chaos caused by Pojil's death, the whole city is in a state of extreme disorder, just like the situation Angron and the others encountered just now. No one stopped them, and after Fulgan blatantly shot the head of the cultist and caused panic, there was no reaction in the city. The guards in charge of defending Miragliano were busy fighting for power and profit, and had no time to pay attention to the corners of the city. what happened.

"So, where is that golden mage?" Ingrid, a barbarian warrior, followed behind everyone and asked loudly. Angron's appearance made her feel close to her naturally. In the imagination of the Norscans, her figure Angron is huge, strong, uses a pair of axes, has a macho appearance, and the space between his hands and feet is collapsed enough to make the female barbarians regard him as an elder, especially Angron is also amiable (by barbarian standards) in terms of).

"Master Jin lives in a manor in the city of Miragliano." The halfling Hobby nodded repeatedly. He was short but not bulky at all. On the contrary, this halfling walked extremely fast and silently. , he is dressed in the most common ranger outfit, including a hat with kite feathers and a quiver, a small short bow on his back, and a cloth bag on his chest, which contains a row of daggers. With a dagger on his back, he looks harmless to humans and animals, but everyone who underestimated him paid the price.

What attracted Fulgan's attention was that Happy was wearing a ring, which was golden yellow in color, engraved with ancient spells and a mysterious language.

"This is a halfling's sacred object, which was passed down to me by my uncle." Habi seemed to see something, and he explained a little: "That's it."

Forgan just nodded slightly, and didn't reply.

Although this halfling is very small, he looks quite young, but in fact he is already sixty years old this year, halflings reach adulthood at thirty-three years old, and the lifespan of ordinary halflings is one hundred and fifty years old Around sixty years is considered young.

Along a long and narrow garden road, a group of people headed towards the place where Mage Jin stayed in Miragliano. Mage Jin and his army temporarily settled in this manor.

When everyone stepped into the manor, they were all surprised by the scenery in front of them.

There was a large sea of ​​flames, and the crackling of the flames and the burning smell in the hot wind made Angron frowned.

The entire manor was burning, and the three-storey building was gradually burning down in the flames. The elemental spirits wrapped in the flames were flying in the air, making sharp hissing and roaring sounds back and forth. They kept laughing loudly, as if the flames made them feel In addition to pleasure, it seems that the tragic fate of mortals can make them more than happy.

"As always, we are late." Hussar General Felix said in a low voice, "The only thing waiting for us is destruction. The Golden Mage has been defeated."

"Not necessarily." Fulgan signaled everyone to be quiet, and the head of the Legion of Ashes noticed that a group of Arabians were coming out of the burned manor. They were wearing long robes, turbans on their heads, and each of them was holding a scimitar. Withdraw a bound Tyrell from the manor, press it on a tree stump, and prepare to do it: "According to his will, we sentence you to death."

"No! No! Don't! I beg you!" The Tyrell screamed, screaming and struggling: "No! I just, I just want to make a wish!"

"But you lost. As a loser, you must die." The Arabi soldier drew out the scimitar from his waist, and he raised it high.

"no no!"

"Wait!" Fulgan led a group of people approaching from a distance. He glanced at the manor that was burning in flames, and asked the Arabis, "Why did you kill him?"

"Kill him? What's none of your business? You look like a fart in an orphanage..." the Arabi soldier said impatiently, but after seeing Fulgen's appearance and his divine attire clearly, Disdain quickly turned into fear: "Ah... what I said is, this is none of your business! Go away, we are going to execute!"

"Tell me, Arabi people, why did you kill him!" Fulgan's expression didn't change at all, he just stood in front of these Arabi soldiers: "Otherwise, I won't leave."

"Save me! Save me!" the Tyrell screamed, as the mercenary was in tears and his trousers were wet.

"Hmph, coward!" Angron snorted disdainfully.

"Speak! Be quick!" Forgan continued to take a step forward.

It was a look that made people feel fear from the bottom of their hearts. This look was like a shiny steel knife piercing towards him. It was steady and accurate, and it hit the vital point. It made people unable to move or dodge. As if controlled by hypnotism, no cover-up can resist it. It pierced camouflage armor like a bullet, it cut glass like a knife.

Several Arabi soldiers immediately felt that their lives were in danger. The leader at the head swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and he said a little bravely: "His Excellency Master Jin ordered us to kill him. This is the reason. Are you satisfied? If you are not satisfied, just Please leave quickly, this is not the place for you, Imperial! We are about to execute."

The golden double-headed eagle on Fulgrim's chest misunderstood the Arabians.

"Not satisfied." Fulgan lowered his head: "You just told me a reason, what I want to know is the reason, why did you kill this Tyrell?"

"Why do you have to know the reason? Will the demon hunter of your empire tell everyone why he fell before execution?" Arabi soldiers were still trying to be brave, even though the scimitars in their hands were trembling.

"There is no reason." Fulgan continued, his eyes began to sharpen: "Tell me!!!"

"..." Several Arabi soldiers took a few steps back, they looked at each other, and their expressions began to hesitate.

"Because he doesn't really want to cooperate with me." At this time, a hoarse voice came from the gate of the burning manor. A tall man was dressed in golden embroidered silk, holding a golden flaming machete and wearing a pumpkin on his head. A man with the same golden hat, with gold powder on his face, strolled down the steps, and the fire elemental spirits whirled around him, screaming in joy. He was blind in one eye, and the other eye was only indifferent. : "He just wants to get close to the lamp god, he wants to make a wish to the lamp god."

"His wish?" Fulgrim turned.

"That's not important." Master Jin walked down the burning steps step by step: "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." Fulgrim looked at the Tyrell whose head was pressed to the stump, and shook his head: "This is not the right you should have."

"Then it seems that we can't reach an agreement." Master Jin walked in front of Fulgan step by step: "But it's also very easy, we always follow the principle of equivalent exchange, you can exchange your life for his life .”

"Or you can ignore this matter, let's talk about it again, what is your motivation for coming to me? Is it to seek cooperation? Or is it also the secret of the lamp god?"

"Giggle~" The fire elemental elves rolled in the air, letting out bursts of sharp and irritable laughter.

"Are you challenging me?" Fulgan walked up to Master Jin: "What if I take care of it?"

"As I said, I follow the principle of equivalent exchange. Since you want to take care of it, why not? Your soul is much more valuable than this trash's soul." Master Jin shook his scimitar: "You hope to wait until Stop the fire, or now?"

Right behind Mage Jin, a group of fire elemental elves emerged from the burning manor.

"What's the difference?" Fulgan drew out his golden power sword Glory, and he motioned for everyone to disperse.

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