Thales sighed and thought worriedly.

"Don't worry," Putilai seemed to see through Thales's thoughts, and he said slowly: "Exter also has his own legendary anti-magic weapon."

"The number is even greater than the stars. It is the country with the largest number of legendary anti-demon weapons in the world - after all, it was the Northland that spared no effort to fight against disasters in the End War."

Thales nodded reluctantly.

"As for the disasters, as long as you are not interested in them," Putilai said with a deep look in his eyes, "They will not be interested in you."

Thales was shocked.

Putilai.

What does he mean?

At this moment, Sonia's majestic voice came from the front:

"what happened!"

Thales and Putilai both raised their heads curiously and looked ahead.

It seemed to be a gallows, and it was crowded with soldiers who were not on duty.

There was a man standing on the gallows, being escorted by soldiers behind him.

It looked like he was going to be executed.

An officer who looked like a responsible officer recognized Sonia and said with some embarrassment:

"Lord Satherley...he, this man is a deserter."

Sonia frowned and looked at the people on the gallows.

It was a young man with black hair, brown eyes and slightly darker skin. He struggled to raise his head in front of the gallows and shouted: "I'm not a deserter! I'm not!"

Wearing a tattered cotton shirt, with his hands tied behind his back, he still shouted unwillingly to the onlookers:

"They were alone, and I went back to rescue them! I didn't run away!"

"Just look at the blood on my blade!"

Thales watched all this and whispered to Putilai:

"Have we engaged the enemy?"

"I'm afraid it's a conflict between a small group of troops," Putilai pondered: "It seems that Lumba still doesn't give up."

Thales sighed secretly in his heart.

The officer in charge of the hanging looked at the struggling black-haired young man and said disdainfully: "This guy is lying!"

"His spear has blood stains on it, but it has long been broken into two pieces!"

"Run back with the broken sword in your hand, and then tell me: Are you going back to save people?"

"I didn't!" The young man with his hands tied behind his back said anxiously: "That's not broken in two! That's my spear! It... there are two of them, one on the left hand and one on the right hand! I can use them at the same time...

"

"That's enough! You fisherman who talks nonsense!" The officer in charge waved his hands with an ugly face: "Squibbling won't help you! Like a Northlander, be happy..."

"etc!"

Sonia looked at the person in charge with an ugly face:

"He is a soldier I recruited from the local area. Shouldn't he come to ask me for instructions before he is executed?"

The officer was stunned: "Well, the evidence for this matter is conclusive. We have asked Baron Mu for instructions..."

Sonia interrupted him impatiently:

"Let him down, and I will come to find out the matter myself - and then execute him."

The officer in charge frowned: "But this is Baron Mu's order... He said..."

"Mu?"

"I am the commander of Broken Dragon Fortress." Sonia said solemnly: "How many days has Mu Cai been here? You and he are just reinforcements stationed here."

Fortress Flower's face turned cold:

"Still, do you have any objections to my command authority?"

The officer's words were paused, and he looked around awkwardly.

But the majesty and prestige of the Fortress Flower forced him to obey.

The black-haired man on the gallows breathed a sigh of relief, and was immediately taken down and pinned down in front of Sonia.

"Soldier, tell me your name and affiliation!" Sonia came to him and said coldly.

The young man was so excited:

"Willow, my name is Willow, Your Excellency, the Flower of the Fortress!"

The young man looked at Sonia gratefully and gasped:

"Willow Ken!"

"They are spearmen recruited from Zaratan County!"

"Also...I'm really not a deserter!"

At this moment, there was an uproar among the crowd.

A bright but impatient male voice came from afar:

"Sathre!"

Sonia's brows furrowed deeply, she raised her head and looked in the direction of the sound.

"I heard that you are openly causing trouble for me again?"

Thales looked at the noisy place curiously and saw soldiers separating to both sides.

This is a man with short chestnut hair and a medium height but strong build, wearing a simple breastplate and cyan wrist guards.

He had a high nose and sharp outlines, a pair of light green eyes full of sternness, and a conspicuous silver and black metal bow on his back as he strode through the crowd.

Behind him were a dozen expressionless sword and shield soldiers.

"Wow! It's him!" Behind Thales, Ada, who covered her head and face again, seemed to have found something interesting to do, and whispered: "We're going to fight, we're going to fight!"

The soldiers on both sides were whispering, and many looked at the approaching man with excited and nervous expressions.

Thales was stunned: Who is he?

This man seems to have an aura full of aggression, and wherever his eyes look, it makes people feel chilly.

This gave Thales a sense of danger, just like the silver-black bow behind him, which was in a critical state as if it could be fired at any time.

Sonia looked at the man with a solemn expression and said slowly:

"Alaka Mu."

"Once again, you interfered with my troops while I was away!"

Alaka Mu?

Sounds a bit familiar.

Thales scratched his head.

"Your Highness," Putilai behind him sighed deeply and whispered, "I wonder how good you are at mediating conflicts?"

Thales glanced at Putilai inexplicably.

What's the meaning?

"Your troops?" Araka, who was full of aggression, showed no sign of weakness, pointed at Willow Ken on the ground, and responded coldly to Sonia: "You mean, these cowardly deserters recruited from local villages?

"

"I'm not a deserter! I just..." Young Willow spoke again nervously.

But he only said half of what he said before he was interrupted mercilessly by Alaka.

"Shut up, deserter!" The man carrying a silver-black metal bow became angry.

Alaka's stern gaze was shot at Willow, forcing the latter's words back.

"A coward doesn't deserve to talk to me."

He said coldly.

Under the gallows, Willow Ken's face was at a loss, his mouth opened and closed, and finally it drooped in grievance.

The atmosphere in the venue is getting worse and worse.

"Hey, Mu."

Sonia's face turned gloomy.

"You are in my territory, and you identify my soldiers as deserters without confirmation. You are a coward." Sonia, the flower of the fortress, seemed to be brewing with anger. She looked at Araka with sharp eyes and spoke word by word.
To be continued...