For twenty-six years, countless Ajax people have dreamed of taking this flag down from the Twin Flag City and bringing it back to the imperial capital, Amsterdam, to wash away the empire's shame. However, as long as that god-like figure sits in the imperial capital of the Zenit Empire, not a single Ajax person dares to do such a thing.
And now, it seems that the opportunity that Ajax has been waiting for has finally arrived.
Thus, war ensued.
Sun Fei sat beneath the banner, his chin resting on his hand. His casual gaze passed through the blood-stained city walls and battlements, looking towards the distant desert where the sandstorm was rising. He gazed at the yellow expanse between heaven and earth, his mind racing with a thousand thoughts.
His King was deep in thought, calculating how to deal with the situation, and paid no attention to the group of trembling nobles from Twin Flag City standing not far from him.
No one, including the city lord Soroyev, dared to speak; they simply bowed and waited.
They dared not interrupt the thoughts of the young man who had filled them with despair.
Finally, a nobleman with less stamina, whose legs had gone numb from standing bent over for so long, fell down and made some noise, which brought His King back to his senses from his long period of contemplation.
"Hmm?" Sun Fei glanced at the nobles, then his gaze finally settled on Soroyev at the front, and he asked calmly, "You are Soroyev, the city lord of Twin Flag City?"
"Yes... Reporting to you, sir, it is I," Soroyev quickly replied, his heart filled with bitterness.
"Oh..." Sun Fei replied casually, then added, "I don't think I have any extra chairs here, so I'll have to trouble you to stand for a bit."
"No trouble at all, no trouble at all..."
"Yes, yes, there's no place for us in front of you, Commander."
"That's right, that's right, we should stand, that's what we should do, haha!"
Before Soroyev could answer, the nobles behind him scrambled to reply, each with a fawning smile on their face. Judging from their expressions, they would have crawled over to lick Sun Fei's boots if Sun Fei wanted to.
Sun Fei frowned.
Where in these people can one find the refinement and bearing that a true nobleman should possess?
Having been ruled by such a group of people for a full twenty-six years, just how rotten had the foundations of Twin Flag City, which was hailed as the most important military stronghold on the northwestern border of the empire, become?
Just thinking about it made Sun Fei's heart pound with fear.
He was once again certain that, without a doubt, the Twin Flag City before him was a terrible mess.
However, he was forced to defend against an attack from a continental-level empire while dealing with this mess.
That sounds fucking ridiculous.
Sun Fei shook his head with a self-deprecating smile, his gaze sweeping over these so-called nobles before finally returning to Soroyev. He asked, "You have blood on you, and a few wounds. It seems you really did participate in the battle to defend the city?"
Soroyev hesitated, unsure how to respond.
At this point, he had lost the courage to lie, and finally realized how foolish it had been to smear his body with the blood of the dead and have the guards cut off the heads of the corpses to claim credit.
Fortunately, King of Chambord did not intend to ask any further questions.
Sun Fei looked at Soroyev with a half-smile and asked, "One... two... ten... sixteen... hmm, I only saw twenty-nine nobles. Hmm, but if I remember correctly, there should be thirty-six noble families in Twin Flag City? My order is that all noble families must send representatives and private soldiers to participate in the defense of the city... So, who can tell me, where are the other noble families? Have they all already died on the city walls?"
Upon hearing this question, all the nobles felt as if their hearts had been struck by a giant hammer, pounding violently several times.
"Reporting to Your Excellency, the other seven noble families... they openly defied Your Excellency's military orders and did not send anyone to assist in defending the city." Soroyev dared not be negligent and reported the truth.
At this moment, he didn't know what he was feeling. He had originally planned to use Sun Fei's power to eliminate the seven noble families that he had never gotten along with. But now, as he uttered these words, he felt extremely difficult, and had a sense of sorrow for the fate of his fellow villagers.
"Is that so? How interesting. As imperial nobles, they are unwilling to fight for the empire. Tell me, do such nobles still have any reason to exist?" Sun Fei muttered to himself, then turned to the [ Heng and Ha Generals ] and the four men from the Kingdom of Gudong [ Wind and Fire Dual Supreme Staff ] and ordered, "Pass on my military order to dispatch five hundred elite iron cavalry to invite the patriarchs of those seven noble families here. I want to hear their explanations. If there is any resistance, kill them without mercy!"
"Yes, sir!"
The four Vajra Guardians bowed and accepted the order, then quickly disappeared from the city wall, their killing intent palpable.
Since it's a mess, we need strong medicine to heal it.
The situation was already so precarious that Sun Fei had no patience to play mind games with these parasitic so-called nobles any longer. He had to use swift and decisive measures to wipe out all discordant elements in Twin Flag City before he could focus all his efforts on dealing with the Ajax.
"Young warrior, come here."
Sun Fei waved to the young soldier who had accompanied Drogba and Pierce.
At this moment, a genuine smile appeared on His Majesty the King's face, a warm and gentle smile as comforting as a spring breeze.
"I... soldier Glen, pay homage to... His Majesty Alexan." The young soldier introduced himself, his voice trembling with excitement, and knelt on one knee before the legion commander. "May the gods bless you, merciful Your Majesty."
"Don't be nervous, warrior. You should address me as 'Sir,' only the people of Chambord call me 'Your Majesty.'"
Sun Fei switched to [ Paladin Mode ], his whole body shining with a holy, benevolent, and just radiance. He reached out and a warm golden light flowed into Glen's battle-wounded body, and the small wounds healed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In the world of Diablo, Paladins have always been symbols of mercy, light, fairness, and justice. Even in the prequel game, players who choose the Paladin class receive special treatment and are warmly welcomed when talking to NPCs.
After Sun Fei switched to [ Paladin Mode ], he exuded a warm aura, noble yet approachable, unconsciously inspiring everyone around him to submit and pledge allegiance.
In the blink of an eye, the young soldier Glen had recovered from his injuries.
The paladin's Golden Holy Power heals such ordinary sword wounds effortlessly.
Sun Fei activated the [Prayer] skill and completely healed the young warrior's wounds in less than ten seconds. In particular, the deep, bone-penetrating wound on his shoulder had completely disappeared, as if he had never been injured at all.
"Ah? This is... Thank you, sir, thank you, sir!" The young soldier was stunned. He moved his shoulders and felt no pain at all. All the fatigue and pain had left his body. This feeling of boundless vitality was like being reborn.
Sun Fei smiled and stood up from the stone chair.
A faint golden light emanated from his body, enveloping all the surrounding warriors. Everyone felt a warm current flowing through their bodies, and all fatigue and pain vanished. The warriors who had arrived with Glen were also enveloped in the light, their eyes wide as they felt the changes in their bodies. Seeing this, however, the hearts of Soroyev and the nobles sank deeper and deeper into an abyss.
Unfortunately, one person's strength is ultimately limited. Sun Fei was not yet able to use the paladin's Aura power to cover the entire city and relieve all the warriors' fatigue and injuries.
"You guys, come here too." Sun Fei called over a few other soldiers to stand with him on the city wall. Looking at the densely packed Ajax army tents in the distance, he asked softly, " Paul and Didier said that something regrettable happened on the north wall just now. Can any of you tell me what happened?"
"Your brother is a true warrior," Sun Fei said, patting Glen heavily on the shoulder as the young soldier finished recounting his story. "His Glory will not be tarnished by anyone. I assure you, he will receive the most dignified treatment!"
As he spoke, Sun Fei turned to the other soldiers beside him, who were gradually becoming less tense, and solemnly said, "I, Alexander, as the First Commander of the Ajax War Zone, assure every soldier stationed here, from this day forward, no one will be able to deprive you of your Glory, no one will be able to steal your credit. Your battles will be rewarded accordingly. Everyone who takes up arms to fight for the defense of this city, even if they are a beggar on the street, a slave in the market, Old Man with white hair, or even a lowly prostitute, as long as they have made a bowstring for the battle of Twin Flag City, will be rewarded by the Empire!"
Sun Fei spoke these words very seriously.
The surrounding officers and soldiers were all deeply moved. A renewed fighting spirit and boundless motivation returned to their bodies. As lowly soldiers with little status, their demands were not demanding; they only hoped that their efforts and value would be recognized. And today, the young king before them had done just that.
" Petr?" Sun Fei waved.
"Yes, Your Majesty, what are your orders?" Čech approached.
Second update, please give me some red tickets.