Sitting on a cart, Alan put the Red King between his legs and looked at the streets that became a slaughterhouse. The soldiers were decomposing Bingfeng's corpse on the street. Bingfeng's scales and bones were good materials for making high-quality armor, especially its bones. When the soldiers washed the bones they took out with water, they would see that the bones were wrapped in blue silk in the gray. And the skull of Alan cut off the head was even covered with blue grains.

Unfortunately, Alan used the Death Praise to hurt many wounds on it at that time. Ice Wind was invaded by the decayed power, and the bones had dropped to a higher level. Just think about the time when Tallinn Elsa, even the Red King could not penetrate the brain with one knife, and you would know how hard its skull was. Besides, if the Death Praise had not weakened the bone hardness of Ice Wind, Alan might not have been able to cut off its head smoothly.

Even so, the blacksmith in Long Gun Town is quite satisfied with the bones and scales of Bingfeng. He is sure to use these materials to create high-quality armor. In addition, Bingfeng's claws are high-quality materials for making weapons, and its meat can be used to support ferocious beasts. Even the blood released and stored in the jar can be sold for a good price. However, the most valuable thing is to take out the dozens of source power crystal cores of large and small from Bingfeng's body. The largest one has a diameter of nearly half a meter, and the smallest one is the size of a fist. These crystal cores contain very pure frost source power, which is an important material for making the famous armor of the divine weapon, and it is also the most advanced raw material for practicing gold. It is no exaggeration to say that the value of these dozen crystal cores exceeds the sum of other parts of Bingfeng's corpse.

Allen had already figured out how to distribute it. He planned to keep the crystal core of Ice Wind himself, whether it was to let Lucy make special bullets or sell them. As for the rest of Ice Wind, it was left to Dragon Gun Town to make up for their losses. It was just that the damaged streets could be repaired, and the collapsed buildings could be rebuilt. However, the people who died last night could never come back. Allen could not forget that when the families of the deceased brought their bodies back, the children's crying and the call of their wife, the scenes were deeply imprinted in his mind.

For him, those people may just be strangers who have known each other for less than a day, but for those families, they are pillars. Now that the pillars do not exist, their families are shaking. Now Allen is wondering, if they had left yesterday, would the cavemen still attack the town?

"What are you thinking, Master Alan?"

At some point, Father Miro sat next to him, and Allen said truthfully: "I was wondering if I had made another choice, then will things become different now? Father, this should not be their war, but I brought disaster to them."

"So that's the case." Father Miro narrowed his eyes: "Sometimes I really doubt whether Archimedes is your father. Because you two have very different personalities. If it were the man I knew, if this happened to him, he would say that these people were thanks to me, otherwise it would be more than just dying this little person."

Miro spread his hands and said, "Of course, that bastard is an arrogant and selfish guy."

Allen smiled.

"Master Alan, I often say that the Lord is omnipotent. But I am actually quite skeptical about this. He did

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) Many prophecies have been realized, and some have not been realized. So you see, even the gods cannot fully see what will happen in the next second, let alone you. Life always faces countless choices, and each choice cannot be called absolutely correct, let alone absolute mistakes." Father Miro gently stroked the cross on his chest: "All we can do is listen to the voice of our hearts and make one of them."

"Just like what happened yesterday, yes, if we choose to leave, the cavemen would bypass the town and continue to chase us. But it is also possible that they attacked the town by the way, and without our assistance, the town will always become history. But this is a hypothesis after all, and as for which ending will happen, even the gods cannot give an answer." Father Miro looked at the residents of the town: "Look at now, you chose to stay. Yes, there were indeed some people who died because of this, but at least the town is still there. At least the children of the dead will survive, and they will be extremely sad. But the bravery of their fathers will be remembered and motivated to become men like their fathers who can sacrifice their lives to defend their homes. Maybe because of this, ten years later, there will be a group of brave and fearless men in this town, and they will continue the hope of the town."

"You brought disaster and planted hope. As for which one is more important, it depends on yourself." The priest patted Allen on the shoulder and walked away with a smile.

Alan sat in the car for a while, suddenly reached out and patted his face, then picked up the Red King and jumped out of the car. At this time, the mayor and Pailo and several other men came over, and Alan took the opportunity to tell the distribution of Bingfeng. After saying that, Alan said again: "I know that this cannot completely make up for your losses, but at least it can solve some of the difficulties in front of you."

The mayor sighed and said, "Since the matter has happened, we will blame you, and the deceased will not come alive. Besides, even if there is no last night's incident, it is still a problem whether our town can continue to exist."

Allen heard something in his words and frowned and asked, "Why did the mayor say that?"

"Because Marquis Pier ordered us to move the town not long ago, but did not compensate us for any land. The Marquis warned us that if we did not do what he said, he would denounce all force. We would not be able to move away. First, this town, this land was given by the founding emperor, for the purpose of our Gaocang tribe's reproduction and reproduction. Second, the heroic spirits of our ancestors were buried on this land, and it was even more impossible for us to leave. So it is a matter of time before a conflict with the Marquis. Even if there are no cavemen, it is a question whether our Long Gun Town can continue to exist."

"There is still such a thing?"

Pailo nodded and said, "Before the lord comes, we are actually ready to send people to the imperial capital, and want to ask His Majesty Tangerio to uphold justice. However, the men here rarely leave the town, and they have been to the Lijiu Town at the farthest. I heard that the lord is also going to the imperial capital, so I don't know if Fang is not convenient to bring us with me?"

Allen nodded: "No problem." He sneered again: "Marteur Pier, saying that Abel and the others set out before dark yesterday, but until now, there were no reinforcements... Don't worry, I will deal with you about this matter. I can't guarantee whether it can succeed, but I'm sure I will never let Marquis Pier

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) It’s better.”

The mayor and Palo were overjoyed. Although they had decided to ask God to ask for an explanation, they were just civilians after all, and whether they could tell whether Emperor Tanglio was still a last resort. Now that the Viscount Alan, the Empire, came forward to interfere, naturally had more hope.

It was not until noon that Marquis Pier's army arrived at Longqin Town slowly, and the vanguard regiment of five hundred men arrived. When Alan saw Abel and Mira, both of them looked angry. Abel even said angrily: "Sir, that Marquis Pier is so hateful. We sent your letters, but he finally saw the action. I urged him several times, and the answer I got was that the army was gathering. It was not until dawn that the 500 vanguard regiment left the city. Five hundred men, only five hundred men, and these people were going to gather for one night. Isn't this perfunctory to us?"

Alan replied, and a man sneered: "What does a civilian know? You deserve to question the Marquis. This alone is enough to send you to the gallows!"

Abel's face turned red and was about to argue. Alan reached out and pressed his shoulder before looking at the man. It was the general under Peel's command, named Harley. He was in his prime, but his eyes were blue and his source of strength was weak. Not to mention that Alan's subordinate Rejace or Lola could easily defeat him, even Heges on the border could defeat him firmly. Alan looked at the so-called commander of the legion and said lightly: "I think Abel was not wrong. Please tell me why the army that gathered 500 people had to spend a night? If my legion commander did this, it would be a delay in the military aircraft, which would be enough for me to chop his head!"

Commander Halle said slowly: "The Lord doesn't know that the territory under the Marquis has always been peaceful. The soldiers are usually idle at home, and the city is there, so it is indeed difficult to gather together."

"So Commander Harley wanted to tell me that there was not even five hundred troops in Marquis Pier's barracks?" Allen sneered.

Harley coughed dryly, and did not answer, but said, "Since the crisis of Lord Allen has been resolved, there is nothing we have to do here. If Lord Allen doesn't have any instructions, then we will say goodbye first."

"Slow down." Allen called him and said lightly: "Please tell Marquis Pier that I will ask for an explanation in Olisgar about this matter today."

Commander Harley did not respond directly, but just bowed and said, "I will bring you words without missing a word."

Then he took a cloak and left the town with ten guards.

Peel's army came slowly, but it was quickly gone. Alan stood on the guard wall and watched them leave, clenched his fists and gently hit the wall. Marquis Piel was obviously a hypocritical act. He did not want to openly violate the imperial constitution and did not intend to sincerely support him, so he simply made a big fuss about the time of sending troops. He didn't know whether Piel's move was his own idea or someone behind his back.

Alan thought for a while and asked Abel to call Edward. Peel made him do it. Now Alan can't bother him, but he can cause some trouble for him.

"I hope your barracks are not really only five hundred troops." Alan murmured.

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