Infinite Begins with Giants

Chapter 618 Dramatic, shoot at me!
"Brother, do you think the boss will destroy Earl Ange's house by these angry natives?"

Such a huge momentum made Wen Xi, the author of Xiaohuang Wen, speechless, and he walked towards the crowded crowd on one side.

On the other side, on the simple wooden platform, the native Zashi's speech had already begun.

The sonorous tone and passionate words gradually pushed the atmosphere of the scene to a climax.

"It's impossible. Although I'm looking forward to it, the castle cannot be breached with just this mob. Besides, there are several fourth-order transcendents in the Ange family... Let's just fan the flames as much as possible."

Gazing at the immovable, quaint aristocratic castle under the night, the berserker Higg shook his head.

The whole body of the castle in front of it was solid granite, and it was built in one piece by mages and warlocks using spells to "turn mud into stone". Many defensive runes were engraved on it, and there was a large array of multiple runes at the bottom.

With the addition of several arrow towers and the artillery fire on the city wall... it can be called a military fortress, impregnable as gold.

After all, it is an earl family. If the fortress and base that took hundreds of years to build can be breached easily, then the Ange family would be too weak.

"That's a pity. I still want to take a few art collections, precious jewelry and the like from the castle. It seems hopeless."

Wen Xi, the author of the little yellow article, said regretfully.

"Hey, don't be sorry, let's perform well tonight, as long as the boss is happy, we don't have to worry about no rewards."

Berserker Higg showed a sinister smile, and the author Wen Xi squeezed through the crowd and came to the middle of the crowd.

Not far away, on the simple wooden platform, the condition of the native Zashi is getting better and better.

He was like an ancestor possessed, holding the leaflet "I Have a Dream", and the tone of his speech became more and more impassioned:
"Compatriots! In a sense, today we are here to demand the fulfillment of the promise of equality, to save a fellow man who has been framed and unfairly treated.

When the founders of our kingdom drew up their laws, they made a promise to every Farolan. They promised all men the inalienable rights of life, liberty, equality, and the pursuit of happiness!
But as far as the Cangol were concerned, Faroran had clearly failed to keep her word.

Faroran failed to fulfill this sacred obligation, but simply wrote a bad check to the Cango people, stamped "insufficient funds" and returned it.

But we do not believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt!

So today we ask for a check -- a check that will give us the precious guarantee of liberty and justice!

fellow countrymen!Now is the time to fulfill the promise!

Now is the time for us to show our resolve!

Save the kingdom from the quicksands of racial inequality!Save our brother from the prison of death!Get rid of all the obstacles in front of you..."

"Rescue Zamo!"

"Save our fellow man!"

Following the speech given by the native Zhashi on the wooden stage, the crowd became more and more excited, the crowd was excited, shouting, shouting, roaring... all became one.

Rennes's "I Have a Dream" article of the alien version has been revised and polished.

The part that needs to fight for rights in a reasonable and appropriate way is eliminated, but the spirit of struggle is emphasized, and the act of fighting to the end with force.

"Old butler, no, you can't let that native talk like this, something will happen."

Among the guards guarding the castle, a knight with a resolute face gripped the knight's sword tightly, his face a little anxious.

He is the captain of the guard and knows that the situation is getting more and more dangerous.

"However, he was surrounded by the crowd, and our people couldn't get close at all. If he attacked from a distance, wouldn't it be the same as starting a war..."

The old butler of the Ang family was very troubled and worried.

He was wearing a mage robe embroidered with exquisite arabesque patterns, and he was clearly a [magician] at the peak of the third rank.

Although he could use a "burst fireball" to burn the noisy native who was speaking to death, but in this extreme situation, he didn't dare to act rashly.

Handing over the imprisoned native Zamo is the best way.

But the Earl had just experienced the pain of losing his son, and he wanted to use torture to kill the murderer, and refused to let him go...

Reality does not depend on people's will. No matter how anxious they are, the atmosphere at the scene becomes more and more frenzied.

Among the boiling crowd, on the simple wooden platform, the native Zha Shi held a speech script, and his voice became more and more passionate:
"Friends! Today I want to tell you that at this moment, although we have suffered all kinds of difficulties and setbacks, I still have a dream, and this dream is deeply rooted in the dream of the kingdom.

I have a dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and truly live out the true meaning of its creed--truths we hold to be self-evident, that all men are created equal!
I have a dream that one day our children will live in a nation where they will be judged not by their race, but by their character.

I dream that one day even the plain of Pugany, where justice is absent and oppression prevails, will become an oasis of freedom and justice!
I dream that one day the valleys will rise and the mountains will descend;
This dream must come true if Faroland is to become a great nation.

This is our hope, and we want to spread this belief to any place in the Kingdom of Faroland.

Let freedom ring out from the red valleys of the Pugani plain!Let freedom ring from the desolate hills of Dylamo! . . . Let liberty ring from the winding banks of the Lure!
Let the voice of freedom ring from the brilliant morning sun of Melova!Let freedom ring from the wisteria garden..."

The night was dark, and finally, in the large courtyard under the castle, the frantic and noisy atmosphere reached its peak.

"Oh... oh oh!"

People cheered, and the native Zashi also shouted passionately.

Zashi waved the speech in his hand, with a frenzied expression and a crazy tone. He felt that his youth, life and spirit were burning. Enemies, injustice, discrimination...all of these would be reduced to ashes in this flame.

The ideal world will be born in his boiling blood tomorrow.

He was intoxicated in this bright red dream... Many aborigines were also affected by the atmosphere, and looked at him fanatically, as if looking at a spiritual leader.

boom!
Sudden gunshots sounded from the crowd, and an armor-piercing bullet pierced through Martin Luther... Cough, it shot through the thick chest of the native Zashi.

The sudden change made everyone present look shocked. The native Zashi who was giving a speech lowered his head and looked at his chest in a daze.

puff!
Countless bright blood splashed out from his shattered heart, instantly staining his clothes red.

Pfft!
The vitality left his body, and his strong body seemed to have turned into a piece of rotten dead wood, and he fell down on the wooden platform in an instant, causing a wave of air.

Among the crowd, the moment the shot was fired, the killer Bessie instantly activated the two shadow fighter skills "body of shadow" and "integrate into the environment", and disappeared in the shadows under people's feet.

The surroundings became dead silent in an instant, and needles could be heard falling.

Everyone didn't seem to recover from the sudden change until the blood-stained speech fell to the ground like a fallen leaf in the air.

Anger, hatred, killing intent...burned in the eyes of the aborigines.

They were silent, staring at Zashi's body, the feeling of oppression just before the eruption of a volcano made the noble guards on the other side pale, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

"not us……"

On the opposite side, a guard just wanted to explain, but he didn't know that the aborigines had lost their minds in this atmosphere.

"Kill! They murdered him to avenge Zashi!"

In the center of the crowd, the Berserker Sigg, dressed as an aborigine and with disheveled hair, roared angrily.

"Kill! Save Zamo and avenge Zashi!" shouted Wen Xi, a writer with an animal skin tied around his waist.

"Brothers, go!" ×2
The two men possessed by dramatists shouted, like a flame falling into an oil tank, completely detonating the silent natives.

The black crowd suddenly became agitated, and everyone rushed forward frantically!

"Draw your sword and stop them!"

Someone shouted, this time, even though their scalps were a little numb, more than 100 noble guards drew their cold swords or raised their guns.

"Boom...Boom!"

A series of loud bangs, bullets, sword qi, and continuous fireballs exploded in the black crowd, blood and stumps splashed, and screams and screams came continuously.

Occasionally, flames and lightning flashed, illuminating the tragic deaths.

The aborigines rushing forward frantically fell down in a large area, and the bloody killings made the enthusiasm of the fanatical people slightly frustrated.

"My countrymen, go on, go on!

Don't be afraid of the enemy's sword, don't be afraid of sacrifice! "

Berserker Higg, with disheveled hair and a skull necklace, glanced at the note in his hand. This was the line Ryan had prepared for him.

Swords and swords flickered, and artillery rockets flew. Standing in the middle of the relatively safe crowd, he shouted hoarsely:

"Compatriots, we are saving our comrades! We are fighting for the dignity of the ethnic group! Our struggle will benefit tens of thousands of ethnic groups! ... Our cause will exist quietly, but it will always be played In the face of our ashes, noble people will shed hot tears!"

The morale-boosting words made everyone shout again.

The natives are not without fighting power.

swoosh!

Several totem warriors roared angrily, the tattoo patterns on their skin were bloody, and their arms turned into ferocious tiger claws, tearing apart the armor of several guard knights like cutting tofu, and ripping them open!
Bloodshed has broken out, and the two sides are fighting.

The crowd surged up like a tidal wave, and dozens of natives were killed in battle immediately, and the dozen or so private soldiers of nobles in front of them were also killed by native warriors several times their size.

Not long after, the first line of defense of the castle has been breached.

Whoosh!bang bang bang!

At this time, the aborigines had already entered the arrow tower, and within the range of the guards on the earl's castle, streams of silver arrows shot through the air, piercing the bodies of many aborigines.

There are also the relentless shooting of bullets, as well as the fireballs, ice storms, stinking clouds... baptisms of mages and warlocks.

These bombing baptisms caused many people to scream and fall into a pool of blood. This well-trained noble private army, relying on the terrain, displayed a combat effectiveness that was not comparable to the mob in front of it.

However, the advantage of the natives is also obvious, their number is dozens of times that of the opposite side, and they are sturdy and fierce.

"Compatriots, don't be afraid! Don't back down! Bloody sacrifices are unavoidable, but, for justice! For the ethnic group! We can't give up any of our compatriots!"

Xiao Huangwen writer Wen Xi stood in the middle of the team, recalling Ren's lines, shouting hoarsely:

"Come on, use our flesh and blood to build a line of defense, in order to save our compatriots, for the sake of the ethnic group, we are fearless... One of me has fallen, and there are thousands of me!

come on!I have no fear at all, and fired at me!Shoot at me! "

These inciting slogans boosted the morale of the crowd, and they continued to charge forward without fear of death.

Ah ~
A private soldier of a nobleman was swinging his blood-stained long sword, slashing and killing the indigenous people. Suddenly, a group of poisonous insects, scorpions, snakes and ants climbed up from under his feet while he was not paying attention, and frantically devoured his body. flesh.

Soon, a bloody corpse was left on the spot.

Not far away, an old-faced, gray-haired native witch doctor was playing a black bone flute.

Swords, swords, arrows, fireballs, wind blades, phantom totems, poisonous insects, snakes and scorpions... Both sides showed their skills and fought.

"Shoot me..."

Wen Xi's expression was frenzied, and he was about to shout again when the berserker Higra grabbed his shoulders and whispered in his ear:

"Withdraw, enough acting, we should go."

Wen Xi, the author of the little yellow article, was a little unsatisfied, but still nodded, and retreated quietly with Higgs.

Don't look at the two people who yelled loudly just now, but they stood in the middle of the crowd very aggressively from beginning to end.

There are people around as human shields, as long as you pay attention to vigilance, it is relatively safe.

The two of them quietly retreated all the way, leaving the battle-torn courtyard in front of the castle, and entering behind a bushy slope.

"Hey, why are you two so slow?"

Behind the slope, the killer Bessie in black leather was already waiting for them.

It was her who just shot and killed the native Zashi who was giving a speech.

"Hey, it's been a while since I've been working as a professional actor. The script of the boss is so wonderful, we got a little too deep into the drama." Berserker Higg scratched his head and laughed.

Nima, I feel that doing this kind of actor's job will be addictive, it's really exciting.

Wen Xi, the author of the little yellow article, also nodded, with a look of admiration on his face:
"The person I admire the most is Boss Ren! It's amazing that he can write such beautiful articles and have such classic lines!

Admire me, no matter how hard I rack my brains, I still don't have this literary talent... Everyone is a brick mover, why is there such a big gap? "

Bessie raised her eyebrows and asked with a playful smile:
"Hey, I remember, don't you two often eat, drink, prostitute and gamble with the native Zhashi and Zhamo, and call them brothers?

Why, now one of them was killed by me, and the other is being imprisoned, probably being tortured, why don't you seem to be sad at all? "

Higg snorted coldly:
"Who really calls them brothers and sisters? It's just a group of curly-haired baboons. To borrow the words of Boss Lane──I hate racial discrimination the most, and Kangao people!"

"Why should we be sad? Why do you think it's called 'Plastic Brotherhood'?"

Wen Xi also shrugged and said very disdainfully.

While the three of them were talking, a sudden change occurred under the castle.

Just after the aborigines left hundreds of corpses and broke through the two layers of blockade, the whole castle suddenly shook, and many runes were revealed on the black granite wall.

Gold, blue, purple...the runes of all colors shine brightly.

Huge and vast energy forms a network of veins, flowing on the wall, and huge formations are activated one after another, and the shock wave energy flow sweeps away countless indigenous people!

"Earl Anger, that old thing is about to be shot!"

Higg said with a solemn face, Wen Xi and Bessie also frowned.

On the castle, Count Ange, who was wearing black leather armor, finally couldn't hold back anymore.

Rumble!
The earl soared from the balcony of the castle, purple thunder surged, and countless electric sparks flickered and spread in the void. He was bathed in thunder like a god, and many aborigines showed horror.

Earl Anger is the strongest in the family, a knight at the peak of the fourth rank.

"Very well, since you want to die, I will fulfill you!"

He looked at the courtyard filled with gunpowder with a livid face, and his eyes wanted to choose someone to devour.

Killing his most beloved youngest son, this group of natives dared to come to his territory to make trouble, which made him very angry.

A circle of light spread under his feet, spreading for hundreds of meters. Earl Ange gently raised his hand above the castle, and hundreds of bucket-thick purple thunderbolts fell!

Boom... Boom!
The terrifying thunder fell, and hundreds of indigenous people were smashed into coke before they could even scream. Countless electric sparks raged, and a large group of people fell down crying!

This is the prestige of the sanctuary.

Without the restraint of a high-level transcendent, it is enough to sweep a large number of enemies, but the Kangao people are by no means soft persimmons.

Roar! !

At this time, a huge roar came from afar, resounding through the sky!

A burly, muscular native roared, and a burst of blood erupted from his body like a long river. In an instant, he turned into a giant silver bear with a height of more than 20 meters and charged towards him!
The giant bear is full of oppression, and the savage beast's evil spirit makes people's heart palpitating.

"It's the Zhaluo patriarch of the original stone department."

"Patriarch, save us!"

Many natives who were knocked down by the electric current cried, Yuan Shibu, the only three holy totem tribes of the Kangao people.

boom!
Seeing that so many people were injured or died, the giant silver bear roared up to the sky, and smashed down with an incomparably fierce punch. Dozens of thunderbolts were scattered in an instant!

Zheng~
Earl Anger snorted coldly and drew his sword.

The gorgeous long sword in his hand burst into bright sword light, and collided fiercely with the mountain-like heavy fist of the silver giant bear...

"Hurry up, slip away!"

Behind the bushy soil slope, the berserker Higg suddenly got excited, and took Wenxi and Bessie away.

It wasn't until they left the castle far away that they heard a loud roar:

"Stop it all! I'm in the seventh game..."

.........

"War, monopoly, power, interests...everything must be done in the name of goodness and justice.

Although this cannot guarantee that we will definitely win, it can guarantee that we will reduce many obstacles, and, acting in the name of justice, can obtain the kind of righteousness that willfully kill the enemy. "

On Crescent Street, inside the villa, Ren closed "The Monarch" with a cold-blooded smile on his face.

He picked up the pen and crossed out the words "Alliance of Nobility" in the notebook.

As a result, there were only two lines left on the notebook, "Killer Hanfeng" and "Revenge of the Ghoul Clan".

(End of this chapter)