Debdala watched all this in silence.

He felt sad about everything that happened in this town. This deformed society revealed this atmosphere. Saving him was not what he should do. In the final analysis, he was just a confused person walking on the road of revenge.

who.

The lights on the street were lit up, as if someone was doing it deliberately.

What gathered were people in ragged clothes holding inexplicable flags high. They shouted revolutionary slogans and gathered towards the castle where the nobles were.

As they advanced, they forcibly broke open the doors and windows of many closed residents, and forcibly brought those residents who were hiding at home into the team. These weak guys had to join the team tremblingly, and in their hands

What he is holding is an iron tool used for cultivating the land.

Soon, the team marched to where Debdala was.

The towering bell tower is undoubtedly the best and most obvious place to place the flag.

Just imagine, when the bell rings, the towering bell is hung with a revolutionary flag, illuminated by bright light.

When someone climbed to the top of the bell tower, they noticed Debdala above.

"Who are you?"

Debdala took off his walking steps and swung the magic sword on his back lightly.

Blooming red blood spilled from above.

The sound of panic spread from the team.

The fear of the team did not last long, and most of them continued to move forward towards the noble's castle. Only a small number of them were left to solve the problems here.

"Who are you?"

This is the second time these self-proclaimed revolutionaries have asked this question.

Debdala raised her eyes slightly.

If possible, he didn't want to come to this place at all.

Some people wanted to watch the killing, but he was obviously not one of them.

"Who is Thomas?" Debdallah asked.

"Do you know our boss?"

"I don't know him, I'm just curious. He's not a fool and knows how to use this method to destroy nobles," Debdallah said.

Because of the peacetime relationship, the existence of this kind of legitimacy prevents the nobles from sending troops to suppress it immediately. And the spreading fear will make many people unable to restrain their emotions. If this situation continues to spread, according to that

If the old man said it, this nobleman will definitely be on the list of liquidators.

"Do you want to join our team? I think you seem to be very capable. If you join, I can promise..."

Debdala waved his sword, "You are very noisy."

He hates this kind of solicitation of interests.

This will remind him of his father, who chose to die in order to bring benefits to him.

After the massacre started, many people bravely launched attacks on Debdala, but without exception, they were all easily eliminated by Debdallah.

Debdala was not a genius, but that was only before he obtained the magic sword.

After obtaining this sword, his magic power, including his strength, grew at an incredible speed.

And among the magic swords, the figure that appeared by chance would also teach him some sword skills.
Chapter completed!