Working Prophet.

Chapter 695 The truth of the world

Some people are still hesitant after hearing what Yiwang said, but some people have already taken action, especially some nobles who are not so confident in their martial arts.

There are not many opponents they can defeat. If they are taken a step ahead, they will probably have to explain it here today.

Even if some of them still had friendship with each other, they didn't care so much in the face of death, and some vassals even challenged their lord.

Of course, there are also nobles who don't want to kill each other. They get together and want to rush out of the siege of those wing warriors and escape from Lionheart Fort.

However, these people overestimated their own skills, and underestimated the ruthlessness of those Yi people.

Arrows raining so densely that it makes one's scalp tingle, swished down from the sky. After occupying Lionheart Fort, the Wing Clan fighters no longer needed to worry about military supplies.

Therefore, they didn't hold back the arrows in their hands anymore, but within a short while, the more than 20 nobles all fell to the ground.

The remaining imperial nobles who witnessed this scene also completely gave up their luck and began to fight together.

Finally, when Solomon's figure appeared on the ruins of the King's Landing Tower, there were only 42 imperial nobles standing on the field.

You must know that there are nearly [-] families who came to join Solomon this time.

In the end, not even a quarter of the people survived, far less than half of Solomon's regulations. Apart from the fact that some people who wanted to escape were shot dead on the spot, it was also because some people participated in more than one contest.

Some of them were forced to be targeted by those who hadn't won a victory, and the wing warriors on the side didn't know whether it was because they didn't understand the language, or they didn't care at all, and didn't care about this kind of thing , just let those imperial nobles continue to fight.

Some people took the initiative, because Ewan had promised that the winner could take away the loser's land, so some people were thinking about it.

Among them, two were the most eye-catching. One was a young man dressed as a wandering knight. His martial arts were a bit higher than everyone present. No one was his opponent. He defeated five enemies in just a short while.

Two other people joined forces to kill him, but he killed him instead. Besides, a thin old man also killed four opponents in one go.

He obviously looked like he was about to fall into the ground, but when he drew his sword, he became lively again. His swordsmanship was not as good as that of the young wandering knight, but he was willing to go all out, and he was ruthless enough to attack him from behind. One person was lost.

Solomon looked at the young wandering knight and asked, "What's your name?"

Hearing this, the latter put away the blood-stained long sword in his hand, and knelt down on the ground on one knee, "I am Wolfe, from the Vannessen family, and people call me a wanderer.

"My family has long since declined, and I am the only one left in my generation."

"Wolf, why did you come to Lionheart Castle?" Solomon asked.

"Because I heard that joining you can get land, and whoever gives me land, I will work for him." The young wandering knight said.

"Very well, all the lands of those who were killed by you belong to you. I have always been what I say, and as long as you maintain this momentum in the future, I can guarantee that you will get more land.

Solomon paused, and then told a Winged warrior beside him, "Take him to the emperor's treasury and pick a sword. Such a warrior deserves a better weapon."

After speaking, he turned his gaze to the old nobleman again, "Then who are you?"

"Wilstein, Old Oak Wellstein." The old noble grinned, "I am the head of the Dormund family."

"You don't look young anymore, why are you still fighting?" Solomon asked.

"Oh, because my 26 wives gave birth to more than 40 sons, my share of the family property is not enough. Even though I am old, I still have to come out to find work."

Wellstein stuck his two-handed sword on the ground, leaned on it, and said while panting, "Great conqueror, king of the Winged Human Race, you don't have to worry about your investment in me being in vain. The old bones are tough, and they can still serve you for a long time.

"At least longer than half of the people standing here today."

Solomon shook his head, "I am not the king of the winged humans, but the commander of this army, but I appreciate your spirit of fighting for future generations.

"Take a good rest, you will have something to do soon."

Solomon's last words were also addressed to all the nobles present, "You have eaten the flesh and blood of the Vespasian family, and your long swords have also drunk the blood of your compatriots. Nobles will regard you as enemies.

"But fortunately, you are now on the side of the winners. Go ahead and tear up the cancer left by the old dynasty. Your descendants will be grateful for your choice today."

All the nobles present looked at me and I looked at you. I don't know who took the lead first. They also knelt on one knee like Wolfe.

"Willing to be driven by adults."

Solomon is very satisfied with this answer. The Wing tribe urgently needs allies now, but not everyone wants them.

Of the more than 200 people who came to seek refuge this time, 40 people were enough.

He doesn't mind that the people below are ambitious, just like Wolff and Wellstein, because ambition also means motivation.

And Solomon is absolutely confident that he can take care of this group of hounds.

"Oh yes, there is one more thing."

Solomon had already planned to leave, but he stopped when he thought of something, "I don't care which god you believed in before, from now on you are only allowed to believe in Gaeuya, the goddess of the sky. She erected a statue.

"I noticed that there is a lot of bronze stored in this city. I heard that the previous emperor planned to use it to create a statue for a certain alien god. Now this batch of bronze can be used exactly where they should be used.

"After you go back, you should also check your territory, tear down all the temple statues left before, expel the priests inside, and tell your children and people that there is only one true god in this world.

"The other gods are all forged by mortals. Remember to send your most beloved children here, and I will let Gauya's wizards teach them the truth of this world."

The nobles looked at each other in blank dismay, but as Solomon said, they had no way out now.

The dozens of captives of the Vespasian family had already been killed by them, and their hands were still stained with the blood of other imperial nobles. It was just a change of faith, and there was nothing unacceptable.

(End of this chapter)