From the perspective of the hotel window, the army in the distance is just a blurry shadow.
But if you stand on the street at the entrance of the town, what you will see is a group of roaring soldiers. In the dark night, they held bright swords in their hands and rushed towards the scattered guards patrolling the streets of the town.
At that moment, thousands of households in Changhe Town were awakened, and lights came on again in a row of dark windows.
"Fa, what happened?"
"Oh my god, there are so many people, they can't be robbers..."
Mixed with fear and confusion, people quickly got up from their beds, closed the windows and locked the doors, took out the hidden weapons from under the bed, and huddled in the corner with their wives and children holding the weapons, shaking.
They didn't know what happened, but they knew in their hearts that the guards in the town would not be able to stop so many people.
As the guards themselves were in front of countless soldiers charging, their minds even went blank for a moment. They have not yet drawn their weapons, holding torches in their hands, and just now they were chatting with their companions. In a hurry, they could only throw the torch aside and try to draw their weapons to fight the enemy.
However, they didn't even have a chance to shout a word before they were overwhelmed by thousands of soldiers.
"Oops! It's an enemy attack!"
There must be more than a few guards in the town. After hearing the shouts of killing, the remaining people woke up from their sleep, rushed onto the streets with weapons in hand, and gradually gathered together.
"Who are they? How could someone attack here?"
"I don't know... where is the mayor?"
"We don't have time to worry about so much, so hurry up!"
However, when they ran all the way, turned a few corners, and saw the thousand-man army led by the king in the distance, they couldn't help but froze.
"Oh my god, how come there are so many?"
"What should I do... is it the army? Ikol is coming?"
The captain-like figure among them immediately roared, shocking the Liushenwuzhu guards. Then, the captain glanced at the soldiers charging from a distance and couldn't help but swallowed.
"I-let's surrender."
The guard on the side was stunned: "Is this... okay? The mayor is not here, so we will surrender directly. If we are pursued later, we will all be hanged!"
The captain clenched his fists, trying not to continue shaking, and said: "It's okay... I heard the mayor said that if Ikol comes to fight, just surrender. This is an order from above, and several cities do this. of."
"Really, really?"
"No matter, surrender! We can't defeat so many people."
"me… "
In the end, this group of two to three hundred local guards gathered together. After a brief exchange, they gradually suppressed their fighting spirit. They looked at the menacing soldiers in front of them, suddenly dropped their swords, held their heads in their hands, and slowly squatted on the ground.
I heard... Ikol's army would not massacre civilians casually - they thought in their hearts.
As long as you surrender obediently, you can ensure the safety of the town.
Facing such a group of guards who were in a surrender posture, the charging speed of the soldiers gradually slowed down in the streets in the distance. Then, they suddenly raised their swords, like some kind of guard of honor, and walked forward while shouting slogans in unison:
"The country is in decline! The false emperor is incompetent! Cut off the cross! The true king returns!"
The loud voice echoed over and over again in Changhe Town, heard in the ears of the surrendered guards and in the ears of the common people, like the sound of a huge bell as the minute hand passed twelve o'clock.
Everyone was stunned at that moment.
The people huddled in the corner suddenly ran like crazy to the windows and looked out with wide eyes.
I saw a middle-aged man wearing a gorgeous robe and a crown, floating above the army of thousands of people, with his arms spread out, a solemn expression, and looking straight ahead.
"That is... Your Majesty?"
"Could it be that everything in the rumors is true..."
The soldiers' slogans continued, making their skin crawl and their scalps numb.
The king flew at the front of the team, leading the team forward slowly - this scene fell in people's eyes, and for some reason, it reminded them of the word "lighthouse".
The pace of the army's advance was so determined, as if even if Ikol's army of mages were right in front, they would trample the enemy into ashes.
But... this kind of determination seems to have become a bit strange.
At this moment, the guards at the front of the team were also excited and had the urge to shed tears. Their bodies trembled slightly, as if something was vibrating within their chests and about to burst out of their shells.
… Is it really His Majesty
They had heard the rumors about the real and fake kings. They didn't know whether they should believe it or not, but when Ikol's army attacked and the royal family did nothing, they would always have a glimmer of hope in their hearts.
Hope... a true king will descend from the sky to protect their homeland.
Most people did not dare to speak out such thoughts, nor did they dare to question all orders from the "King" in the Glory Palace. However, they did not expect that such a scene would come to their Changhe Town that night.
—This ordinary little town.
"Mom, is that person really His Majesty the King?"
"Wrong, you can't be wrong! I have seen His Majesty's portrait so many times, it is really him! He is back!"
Where the army and the king passed, from street to street end, locked doors opened one after another as if by magic. People wrapped in coats, holding oil lamps, leaned out of the door and stared at the retreating army in a daze.
Soon, the lights in the entire Changhe Town turned on. This small town, which had always had the habit of going to bed early, was suddenly as brightly lit as a long drinking street in a big city.
And in every street where the king flew over, people worshiped him.
"Your Majesty is really back..."
In the hotel room, the businessman Hal stood by the window, looking at the army and the king who had just passed through the street, and murmured to himself. He had always believed in the money in his hands, but at this moment, he felt inexplicably relieved.
I should be able to do business well in the future...
He turned around, wanting to say something to Benjamin, but found that Benjamin had already disappeared from the hotel room without a trace.
Hal was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.
Who else could take credit for the king flying in the sky? Master Benjamin must have left long ago. I was so absorbed in looking at the window just now that I didn't even notice that the person was gone.
Hal shook his head helplessly.
However, my trip to Changhe Town was really not in vain.
He held on to the window edge, looking at the king's back in the sky, and couldn't help but think so.
"Cut off the cross? What a big statement! Just a bandit who stole the crown dares to say that he is the current King. Isn't this a bit too bold?"
However, as the army gradually approached the center of the town, a question that seemed to be blessed by some magic suddenly came from the sky, suppressing the slogans shouted by thousands of people.
Everyone was stunned.
The advancing army stopped. The king looked in the direction of the sound and couldn't help but frown.
I saw, in the night sky in the distance, a figure shining with holy light suddenly flew over. After getting closer and looking carefully, no, they were two figures, an old man with light wings on his back, and he was holding another old man in his hand.
Looking at the two uninvited guests in the sky, the army's slogans stopped, and the high-pitched atmosphere in Changhe Town dropped to freezing point at this moment.
The guard following the army raised his head, glanced twice, and suddenly looked shocked.
"That's... the mayor? Why did he get there? And... who is the person carrying the mayor?"
Just when the whole scene suddenly froze, another figure suddenly flew up from the army. He was wrapped in a dark robe, with messy brown hair exposed under the hood, and his pale face looked very young.
"It's you." Benjamin flew in the sky, looked at the elderly bishop in front of him, and spoke slowly, "Well, Glory, you don't want to wait, but you have to come to this small town. As a bishop, you can't be content. A little?"