Chapter 204: The Execution Ground The orcs have long been afraid of the artillery, they don't care about fighting and dying with the enemy, but they don't want to die far away from the enemy, this is obviously not a suitable way for them to die a warrior, and Flower did not hesitate to retreat when he found that the artillery could hit him, you must know that Flor's body itself is thin, and shamans are not a profession good at fighting, a large part of their work is to treat diseases and preside over sacrificial rituals.
The smarter the orcs, the more afraid of death, and Flower was naturally very afraid of death, in his opinion, it was a fool's behavior for the Lord to risk his life, so Flower chose to flee first, or retreat.
Originally, Flor's original intention was to retreat to a safe place and then reorganize his army to fight, but Flower's retreat caused the retreat of the legions that guarded him, and the retreat of Flor's legion caused the officers of the other legions sent by the Beastmaster to obey Flower's command to also begin to order a retreat.
Seeing that all the troops were running frantically into the distance, the orcs in charge of the orc also blew the horn a little inexplicably, and hundreds of thousands of orc troops withdrew dozens of kilometers away in a daze, only to restore order under the organization of the angry Flower.
By this time, the dwarves had already been brought into the city of Kem.
As soon as he entered Kenm City, Pullin immediately rushed to the top of the city walls, and soon the general of the dwarven kingdom was taken to the human headquarters.
"Please save our king!"
Pullin pleaded as he grabbed the commander in charge of defending Kenm City.
After the dwarves fled to the city just now, the magic image in the sky was turned off, and some of the dwarves had already made a decision about Samon's life and death, but some of them still had a glimmer of hope.
"Please rest assured, Your Excellency Purin, since we have someone to record the heroic gesture of His Highness Samun, it is naturally impossible to let a respected king die easily."
The commander of Kem City comforted a agitated Pullin.
"Hahaha, this hammer is much more enjoyable than the original one, and it is still more of your human tricks."
A hearty laugh came from under the walls, and then a gray-bearded dwarf appeared on the walls.
"His Highness Judd!?
How did you get so old?
When Pullin saw Judd, he rushed over, and although the dwarf's voice was the same as he remembered, the gray beard made Pullin a little unconvinced.
"It's nothing, I've been assassinated by the elves, and if Count Rodnik hadn't rescued me, I'm afraid I would have died at the hands of the elves."
Judd reached out and touched his beard, and said with some rejoicing.
"Then His Highness Judd, His Majesty the King, he ......"
Although Pullin received an answer from the human, as a betrayed dwarf, it was difficult for him to trust others anymore.
"It doesn't matter, Count Rodnik is at the execution site, and several strong human beings are also there, His Majesty the King will be fine, even if the elves send the Sage out, it will be no problem."
Judd patted Prin on the shoulder, then dragged Prin down the wall to count the number of dwarves who had escaped.
At the same time that the dwarves escaped, Samon, who was tied to the cross, began his battle, after Craigie took him to the execution ground, and a large number of dwarves were driven by the army to watch the last act of the dwarven king's life.
In order to release the long-standing depression in his heart, Craigie naturally couldn't let Samon die immediately.
So Craigie kept trying to make Samon succumb to the fear of death, as long as the king showed a trace of ugliness in front of his people, then his rule would become justified, but of course Samon, who had been prepared, could not really be frightened by the flame, in the face of Craigie's coercion and temptation, Samon showed awe-inspiring righteousness and bravery.
If you give Samon a score for his performance, then except for Samon's clothes that don't fit the current situation, His Majesty the King can almost get a perfect score, and his outstanding performance and the lines written by Zhao Yannian and Judd in advance made those dwarves who were ready to watch from the sidelines discover the other side of this mediocre king who had performed before.
No matter what race they are, they will feel longing for such a fearless person who is still worried about the country and the people before they die, and soon the voices of the dwarves calling for the king's release are heard.
And for this kind of scenario, which clearly did not meet Craigie's expectations, the angry Dwarven Elder gave a very unwise order.
"Find out the people who are shouting for me, and satisfy the wishes of anyone who wants to die with this unfortunate bastard."
Craigie's eyes were red and he ordered.
Then the wolf-like soldiers rushed into the crowd, beating the dwarves who shouted for the release of the king and dragging them into the execution ground, several of them were killed on the spot in the process of trying to resist, the blood calmed the onlookers, but their demeanor was no longer as indifferent as before, and the dwarves' eyes were full of hostility when they looked at the army of the Presbyterians.
"What do you guys want to do, this bastard wants to fight with the orcs for the sake of the humans, if I don't get rid of him, then now the orcs have entered the royal city, and you have all become slaves!"
Realizing that something was wrong, Craigie immediately yelled at the dwarves who hated him.
"Not now, isn't it?
Human beings have been with us for thousands of years, although there are some treacherous people in the human race, but they can strike iron together and drink and sing together like us, but what about the orcs, those beasts who only know the destruction are the enemies of the dwarves thousands of years ago, and there are countless dwarven ancestors who have died at their hands, whether it is dwarves, human elves or even dragons, they all have an indelible hatred with the orcs.
I don't know if you're choosing for the sake of the dwarves or for yourself, but I do know that the dwarves should never bow down to the orcs.
Samon raised his head from the cross and said loudly to Craigie, and the dwarves present could hear it clearly, and they looked at Craigie with disdain and resentment.
"Bastard!
Burn him, execute quickly!
Craigie was told by Samon, his face flushed, and he was forced into such an embarrassing situation that Craigie finally chose to be executed immediately in a fit of rage.
The wood doused with the oil was set on fire, and the flames burst into flames, and Samon's tattered and dirty nightgown was burned to ashes by the flames almost instantly, revealing a bronzed, scarred body.
"Hahaha, such a furnace can't melt my piece of black iron!"
Samon, who was about to be consumed by the flames, laughed loudly without fear.
At this time, the dwarves finally could not bear the humiliating scene and began to push and shove the soldiers who stopped them, and soon the wounded appeared in this pushing, and the dwarves, who had reached the limit of their depression, finally began to riot.
"Save the King!
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Kill the traitor!
There was a tsunami-like roar among the dwarves again, and Samun was completely engulfed in flames by this time, and just when all the dwarves thought that the king was dead, a phantom of the Great One suddenly appeared over the square, and the voice of Samun, who was already dying, came from the flames again.
"Craigie, I am the pride of silver, and no fire can burn me!"
The naked Samon suddenly flew out of the flames and rushed to Craigie who was standing by the fire, and he swung his thunderbolt-sparkling fist into Craigie.
Craigie, who was a little dumbfounded and watched all this reversal, was blasted out by Samon's punch.
"Long live the King!
Long live the Great!
Seeing King Samun reborn from the ashes, the dwarves rushed forward excitedly and scuffled with the soldiers.
"Bastard!
Kill him!
Craigie immediately realized that something was wrong, and as soon as his order was given, a large number of elven archers appeared on the rooftops around the square.
"Shoot!"
After indifferently glancing at the chaotic scene below, Tasia raised her hand and gave the order to attack at her men at will.
Bows and arrows rained down, and the dwarves who were fighting with the soldiers were immediately killed by the sudden burst of bows and arrows, and a large number of bows and arrows were fired at Samun, who was standing in the center of the square.
Samon was fearless about the feather arrow that shot at him, he stood there without fear, without any dodge or defense, just when the feather arrow flew in front of Samon, a golden light mask suddenly appeared to block all attacks, it seems that the thin light mask has a strong defense, even if the magic arrow can only fall after hitting the light mask.
"Keep shooting, kill him!"
Tasia ordered as he pointed to Samon, who was standing in the square, in a somewhat angry manner.
The archers abandoned all other targets and unleashed their all-body stunts against Samun.
However, after nearly a minute of continuous shooting, Samun's body was covered with broken arrows, but none of them could get close to Samun's three meters.
All the dwarves stopped fighting, and they looked with reverence at His Majesty the King, who stood proudly in the square, even though the King now had only a fig leaf around his waist.
"Long live the King!
Long live the King!
"The situation on the execution ground became even more chaotic, just as the Presbyterian army and the dwarves were in a mess.
Several human powerhouses suddenly appeared around the square, and these worst sword saints knocked down the elven archers around the square in an instant under the leadership of Duke Angry Thunder, while Zhao Yannian appeared behind Tasya like a ghost, and a syringe gun pulled the trigger on the back of the elven noblewoman, and the elf fell asleep without humming.
Grabbing the sleeping elves in one hand, Zhao Yannian stood on a high place and looked at Samun, who was guiding the crowd of dwarves to break through, and said in a low voice: "Now we should deal with these infertile elves." ”