If I let you farm, will you become the emperor of the empire?

About 10,000 people were gathered around the Lion Castle.

They were dressed in rags like refugees, huddled together for warmth, and blocked all the roads.

Seeing that the castle gate that had been closed for several days was about to open, everyone rushed forward desperately, jostling each other.

The Knight of the Golden Lion waved his hand, and the guards received the order and used their spears to violently push away the crowded crowd of untouchables.

The refugees had haggard faces and were desperately reaching out for help, as if they were trying to grasp at the last straw before drowning.

"My Lord, please save us. The demon who blasphemed the gods has come out of the valley. He will kill us all..."

"Get out of here! Don't disturb the adults!" The guards were furious. They were strong and could fight three at a time.

But there were only a hundred guards, while there were tens of thousands of untouchables, endless.

God knows what these beasts eat to survive and stay around the castle for days.

They patrolled the city walls day and night, looking down from their vantage point, and clearly saw that the trees outside the castle had suffered an unexpected disaster. Their bark had been stripped off alive, and their trunks had been pushed down and used as fuel to cook the dark brown soup in the iron pot, as well as unknown ingredients. Even the grass roots were not spared. The once beautiful hills were now full of potholes and filled with only foul-smelling excrement.

Locusts! A swarm of locusts!

The guards cursed in their hearts and pushed their spears forward with all their might, trying to squeeze out a path for the Earl to pass.

But the spear shaft that had just been pushed out was pushed back again.

The two sides pulled each other back and forth, and the guards were inexplicably frightened.

Countless hands seemed to stretch out from the iron cage and grab at them, grasping at the only straw, leaving their golden robes full of black handprints. Some skinny hands even instinctively grasped the spear shafts and struggled with the guards.

It’s bad, the untouchables have turned into a mob!

The castle guards spent half a minute but failed to expel the untouchables who had been scolding them in the past. They were actually pushed back by the untouchables, and there was a tendency for them to rebel against Tiangang.

The Golden Lion Knights finally couldn't hold back any longer and drew their guns or swords, rushing towards the crowd outside the castle gate.

"My Lord, the man-eating devil is approaching here. Please have mercy!"

It was like a drop of water falling into a frying pan, causing an explosive reaction in an instant.

"Please have mercy..."

"Have mercy..."

Group after group of people knelt down, like the surging sea, a large black mass.

The Golden Lion Knight drew his sword in anger and killed dozens of people. No one resisted, but it was of no avail. The cries of prayer continued.

The knights were helpless in the face of this scene of non-violent non-cooperation and could only look at their masters helplessly.

Count Ferlin was wearing black velvet with a golden buckle in the shape of a lion's head. The necklace around his neck was woven from soft gold, and he had a crimson cloak with gold edges draped over his back.

He looked haggard and had an untidy beard. He hadn't taken care of his appearance for several days. Now he looked at the dark scene in front of him with cold eyes, feeling extremely annoyed.

He had been in constant pain for the past few days, and even his favorite roast suckling pig with apples had lost its flavor.

How could these starving refugees know his current struggle and torment?

How can you understand how miserable he is now?

Pleading and screaming lingered in my ears, as if I was surrounded by a swarm of flies, and the stench of decay floated in the air.

How could these untouchables know what difficult choices he had to go through!

You are just starving to death, but my position is about to be lost!

The Earl said in a heavy tone: "Get out of the way! I am going to negotiate with them now!"

The refugees were suddenly filled with joy and surprise, as if they had seen hope.

If it had been said earlier, perhaps a bloody incident could have been avoided.

But who would go through the trouble of explaining so much to the serfs?

Roman wouldn't explain anyway.

Count Filling took a deep breath, and his nose was instantly filled with a foul odor coming from the crowd, which made his face turn pale again.

The Lion Territory is now isolated and helpless.

Even if all his vassals and troops were gathered together, they would not be able to withstand a slight blow from the river valley and would be ruthlessly crushed.

Well, there is only one answer!

…

"I will be loyal to you, Your Highness!" Count Ferlin announced loudly.

When the Earl learned that the owner of Lion Territory was not the tyrant Roman but Princess White Steel, he immediately understood what to do.

Under the order of conquerors, those who surrender will be able to retain their honor and status.

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This is a helpless move!

The Earl didn't think Princess White Steel had any chance of winning - unless she had the support of the Grand Duke of Oak.

From the perspective of apparent power, the gods are first, the dragons are second, and the river valley is third. Princess White Steel has obtained the support of the Oak Territory and one of the three Black Iron Dukes, and is therefore qualified to intervene in the future battlefield.

But at the moment, Duke Oak does not support Princess White Steel.

Without a stable rear base, Princess Baigang can only make claims. Without a foundation, she cannot defeat the wrathful tide and the Holy See.

Count Fillin even wanted to surrender to the King of the Valley. In his opinion, Roman had demonstrated his invincible dominance and potential. Since he came to prominence, he had been able to win any war without any rivals.

But the tyrant was notorious, never recruited other nobles, and refused diplomacy.

All signs indicate that Roman the Blasphemer is completely different from other nobles.

He had no vassals and did not want fiefs, and his efficiency in fighting wars was extremely high - as could be seen from the style of his flag, the flag of the blasphemer was always a ring of thorns and iron, pure and powerful.

Let’s look at other battlefields. Whenever there is a large-scale war, all kinds of flags are indispensable.

There are all kinds of colors, patterns and shapes.

A conscripted army of 5,000 men would most likely have three different flags belonging to different noble lords, mixed together, making it difficult for them to advance and retreat together.

But that is why aristocrats are aristocrats.

Without a ruling system of vassalage and fiefdom, where would the noble lords come from?

If we expect that tyrant to accept the loyalty of the nobles, even the dead would be able to come back to life.

Princess White Steel is different. She has noble blood and is born into the Black Iron royal family. She should believe in and maintain the conqueror order.

This is the law passed down from our ancestors!

Now, Markor has abandoned him, the tyrant will not let him keep his title, and only Princess White Steel can tolerate him.

He offered a few more compliments, mentioning that Ionus had conquered the earth and accepted many lords, and that the nobles, in order to show their sincerity, had welcomed the royal army with food and drink.

The conqueror's power grew stronger and stronger. He was invincible and fought wars in the south and the north. In just a few years, he conquered seven countries.

Black Iron ascended the throne as king. The nobles retained their honor and status and remained nobles.

As long as Iotashina nodded, the count would immediately support Princess White Steel as the second conqueror.