I can summon worlds

In the depths of Crescent City Prison, in a dark and damp cell, a man with torn clothes and scars all over his body was lying powerlessly on the ground, moaning in pain.

But he didn't dare to make too much noise, because if the noise disturbed the guards outside the cell, another severe beating would await him, so he could only groan slightly.

At this time, a young man walked up to the cell with two soldiers in armor.

"Tsk tsk tsk, is this the young master of the empire? It's really embarrassing." Qin Hao looked at the man lying on the ground like a dead dog, and shook his head.

When the people in the cell heard Qin Hao's voice, they immediately turned around and crawled over with difficulty.

"Please, let me go, my father is Zhongyonghou, as long as you let me go, I will promise you whatever you want, glory and wealth, promotion and rank, I promise, I will give you whatever you want. "The young master grasped the cell door with trembling hands.

"Young Master, when you committed those things in the Northland, did you ever think that you would fall into the hands of our Northlanders?" Qin Hao knelt down and looked at the man with blood on his face.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong, I was really wrong, please, give me another chance, I promise I won't dare in the future." The man kowtowed desperately to beg for mercy.

"Heh, young master, if an apology is useful, why do we need the law?" Qin Hao sneered.

"Drag him out, and let the people of the North take a good look at his end." Qin Hao stood up, "As for you? You can go to hell and repent."

"No, don't kill me, my father is Zhongyonghou! I have money, I have a lot of money, I will give you all the money, don't kill me!" The man cried bitterly and struggled to crawl backwards, but both legs were crushed How could he avoid it when Carlo interrupted him.

The cell door opened, and two soldiers directly picked him up, one on the left and one on the right, and dragged him out.

"My father is Zhongyonghou. If you dare to kill me, my father will definitely destroy all of your families!" The young master who was being erected looked crazy and struggled desperately.

It's a pity that even if his legs were safe and sound, he still couldn't break free from the hands of the two well-trained soldiers. The violent struggle only broke away the wounds on his body, leaving two bloodstains on the ground.

At the top of the sun, at the gate of Crescent City, a blood-soaked man was kneeling on a three-meter-high platform built beside him, and beside him stood a brawny man with a big knife and his upper body naked.

At this time, a large number of Crescent City citizens had gathered at the gate of the city. Everyone looked at the figure on the high platform and cursed angrily. From time to time, some people threw rotten eggs and rotten leaves at the figure from the crowd.

And the figure kneeling on the high platform was covered with rotten vegetables and rotten eggs at this time, and the strong man beside him would have been far away from him if it wasn't because he was going to be executed later.

Even so, this young master kept muttering: "I am the young prince of the empire, and my father is Zhongyonghou. You can't kill me!"

It's a pity that only he can hear this voice, but even if other people can hear it, it won't help.

"tui, this scumbag has a day too!"

"If it weren't for my lack of strength, I would have wanted to kill him a long time ago!"

"kill him!"

"Girl, your revenge is finally about to be avenged!"

Just as the crowd became more and more angry, Muller appeared on the city tower, looking at the gate of the city, which was already full of people.

"People of the Northland!" Mu Le cleared his throat and shouted loudly.

As soon as everyone looked up, they saw Muller on the tower.

"Master Muller?" Everyone was stunned. It was only a while ago that I heard the news that Mr. Mueller was killed, but today I suddenly saw the living Mueller standing in front of everyone. How could it not be surprising.

"Didn't you say something happened to Mr. Mueller?" Some people have already started discussing below.

"Your Majesty Muller is full of blessings. How could something happen? You can tell it's fake news as soon as you hear it." However, Mueller has already made arrangements for this, and there are many people he arranged in the crowd. It is enough that the news is false.

"Well, yes, with Master Mu Le's ingenuity, how could those young people hurt him." Others nodded in agreement.

"People of Crescent City! Quiet!" Mueller shouted again.

Suddenly, the crowd fell silent again.

"The former lord passed away unfortunately, causing our northern land to be leaderless and torn apart." Muller paused.

"What's more, betrayed the interests of the Northland, colluded with the empire, fished and meat the people of the Northland, disregarded human life, and the crime should be punished!" Mu Le's voice was thick and contagious, and a sentence evoked the tower the wrath of the people.

"Today, Garcia, the shame of the North, has been put to death by Rhoda, and Crescent City will once again restore peace."

"However, the empire is unwilling to let us live in peace." Muller paused, "A few days ago, the empire sent 30 troops northward with the purpose of occupying our homeland, capturing our warriors, and enslaving us. sons and daughters!"

"Just ask, can we accept such humiliation?" Mueller roared out.

"cannot!"

"cannot!"

"cannot!"

As soon as Mu Le's voice fell, the people below the city tower shouted loudly.

"Now, I'm about to set off to Luoying City, ready to face the empire's iron cavalry and shed the last drop of blood for the Northland. Who wants to join me to protect the safety of our people in the Northland?"

"I am willing!"

"I!"

"And I!"

Countless people raised their fists high and yelled loudly, fearing that their voices would be quieter than others. What's more, they turned around and went home to pack their bags and prepare to go south.

"Okay!" Mueller nodded vigorously, "Let the people of the empire see whether it is his iron hooves or our northern warriors' heads."

"Let's do it, use the blood of the young master of the empire to sacrifice the flag, and wish our flag a victory in advance! Let the people of the empire see the courage of our northern warriors!!!"

On the high platform, a strong man with a big knife spat a mouthful of spirits on the knife, and walked slowly behind the young master.

The little duke who was kneeling on the ground immediately trembled violently, and kept muttering: "Don't, don't kill me, my father is Zhongyonghou, and I am the little duke of the empire, you can't kill me!"

The strong man didn't care what he was muttering, he raised his hand and dropped the knife.

A splash of blood splashed onto the high platform, and his chubby head rolled to the bottom of the high platform, and fell to the feet of the onlookers. All he could see in his slowly closed eyes was a group of Beidi people who were glaring at him with the feeling of revenge.

Seeing this scene, the onlookers shouted again.