Looking at the indifferent and cold face of the idiot boy in his eyes opposite him.

Krazni couldn't tell whether the other party was right or wrong.

"What are you talking about?"

Krazni asked nervously immediately.

But looking at the golden scepter held in the other party's hands.

Krazny immediately thought of a very fatal question that he had ignored: "What should we do if the other party commands all the Unscrupulous people with the golden scepter to deal with him?"

"Can the ordinary warriors and mercenaries in the city now stand in the city?"

"It's completely unstoppable..."

At this moment, Krazni, who realized that he had done something stupid, felt cold in his heart.

Even if the whole body is covered by golden sunlight;

Even if there is a hot light ball above the head.

Krazny could also clearly feel his forehead and cold sweat began to emerge on his back.

But he didn't dare to make any extra moves, so he could only hold the iron chain in his hand tightly, praying in his heart that the damn Westeros boy in front of him was about to get out of here, and hoped that the other party would break the contract and return the golden scepter to him.

I sent someone to kill this kid again.

In this way, you don’t need to hand over an Insolent Warrior, and the young dragon still belongs to you.

This moment.

Krazni regretted not being able to listen to that guy Milota yesterday.

Astabo is completely his own territory.

You can completely force the other party to hand over the young dragon, instead of using all the Unscrupulous warriors to exchange it like this.

"This is really stupid..."

Krazny looked at Morgan, holding the golden scepter opposite him with great annoyance and regret, and was nervous.

Looking at the moment of changing in the face of the big slave owner not far away.

Morgan guessed what the other party had already realized.

But it doesn't matter.

In the face of absolute strength, some are false.

He was not ready to save the life of Krazny, the former ruler.

“Siglia…”

Ignoring the other party's nervous eyes, Morgan shouted in a deep voice: "Kill him!"

"roar..."

Sigriya, who heard the master's voice, immediately shouted excitedly, and before she could wait for the big slave owner Krazny below to react.

Sigria immediately flapped her wings and turned around, and opened her mouth toward the idiot who was holding the chains below, and a blazing red flame gushed out.

The big slave owner Krazni, who was tightly clutching the chains below, was shocked when he heard the voice of the boy opposite. As soon as he looked up, he saw the red flames above falling from the sky.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

A shrill scream and wail instantly sounded from Krazny's mouth.

Watching the young dragon flying in the air spewing flames downwards, looking at the great slave owner, Lord Krazni, the actual ruler of Astabo, instantly fell into the encirclement of dragon flames.

In Pride Square, all the slave owners and nobles immediately started to riot.

"Oh my God, what's going on..."

"How could that young dragon spit flames at Lord Krazni..."

"No, save Lord Krazni..."

"Kill that boy, kill the Westeros must be the one who made the matter..."

"Quickly, save Lord Krazni..."

"Go up, catch that kid..."

“…”

In an instant, the slave owners and nobles in front of Pride Square were in turmoil.

The soldiers next to the square began to surround Morgan in the center.

Aphra looked at the messy slave owners and nobles and immediately pulled Misandai to quickly approach the master's position.

Looking at the chaos around.

Morgan grinned and immediately turned around and faced all the extremely quiet army of Unsullied people behind him and made his own voice: "Unsullied people..."

"Bang bang..."

The neat rumbling sounded again.

Looking at the army of Unscrupulous people who were ready for battle in an instant.

Morgan issued an order again coldly: "Kill all soldiers! Kill all hostile people! Kill all rebels!!!"

The moment the words fell.

Immediately, screams came from the orderly formation of the Wugui Army.

Morgan turned to look and saw a slave patrolman who had just pulled out his sword, pierced the abdomen by an Unscrupulous man wearing three spear-like helmets.

Immediately afterwards.

Screams kept coming.

It turned out that the Unscrupulous warrior who received the order from Morgan took the lead in attacking the slave patrol soldiers beside him.

The army of the Unscrupulous began to take action.

Morgan then turned around and looked at the many slave owners and nobles not far away, and shouted: "Those who surrender will not be killed, and those who resist will not be killed without mercy!"

Morgan yelled.

The slave owners and nobles who were already in chaos were immediately shocked and angry.

However, at this time, the army of the Unscrupulous people who received the order had rushed towards all the private warriors and mercenaries brought by all the other nobles around.

How big is the Proud Square in front of you?

Eight thousand elite soldiers of the Unscrupulous, plus four thousand elite soldiers who had not completed training, gathered a total of 12,000 soldiers of the Unscrupulous quickly attacked in a short time, and almost surrounded everyone in the square.

Several soldiers who followed the slave owner's words and rushed towards Morgan immediately did not even need Morgan to take action, but were blocked by several Unscrupulous warriors who rushed up.

The fierce fighting, screams, and wailing sounds continued to sound in the square.

The 12,000 Unscrupulous warriors fought against hundreds of mercenary soldiers, which were completely one-sided.

So much so that the slave owners and nobles had no time to respond to Morgan's call.

The Unscrupulous warriors had rushed to the stands where the nobles gathered.

"Damn it, you lowly idiot dare to touch me, I will make you live and die..."

"puff..."

"No, don't kill me, I surrender I surrender!!!"

"Go on, come on, kill that boy Westeros, everything will be fine if you kill that boy!!"

"puff..."

"ah..."

"I surrender!"

"Don't kill me!"

"Damn it, you bold lowly slaves..."

"Run out, hurry..."

"Don't kill me..."

"I surrender..."

“…”

Under the golden sunshine.

In the gentle sea breeze of the season of hope.

Pride Square is full of bloody killings.

The sound of fighting, scolding, screaming, crying, begging for mercy kept ringing in every corner of the square.

In just over a dozen minutes.
To be continued...