Chapter 394 Asking for help in desperate situation, the last hope of the Dragon Kingdom lord

"Brothers! Follow me on the expedition! Take the enemy's head!"

Sun Zhongyu shouted slogans.

He raised the long knife in his hand and pierced the heart of the foreigner in front of him.

The dripping liquid slid along the blade of the long knife, dripped to the ground, and bloomed into a scarlet flower.

A fishy smell burst into the air.

This sword undoubtedly gave Sun Zhongyu's camp a powerful reassurance.

They raised their weapons high and charged towards the opposite side fiercely.

"Impossible."

Orwell twitched the corner of his mouth, raised the sword in his hand, and cut off the man's head like cutting grass.

The soldier was even shouting "Come on -" just a second ago.

His mouth opened wide and his eyes stared forward excitedly.

After the head rolled on the ground several times, it rolled to Sun Zhongyu's feet.

"This is what you get for offending us!"

Orwell raised his voice and met Sun Zhongyu with swords.

In the electric light and flint room, no one is willing to give in.

The two groups quickly fought together, and the sounds of fighting and killing could be heard endlessly.

In just a few moments, the head fell to the ground like a ripe fruit.

No matter how brave and skilled Sun Zhongyu is, he only has one team.

There were five lords gathered there.

While Sun Zhongyu was observing the situation, he was making mental calculations.

He didn't know exactly how many foreign lords had chosen the alliance, but what he saw was by no means everything.

Thinking of this, Sun Zhongyu's heart sank.

So what if I can contain the situation here.

How should the remaining foreign lords deal with it!

We can only let those lords strengthen their self-protection measures.

If it really doesn't work, you can go somewhere else to avoid the limelight.

Sun Zhongyu had just planned to report the news, but before the channel interface could be brought up.

His back felt cold and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Wow--"

"Want to tip off something?"

While he was distracted, Orwell rushed to his side.

"Do you really think you can escape?"

"too naive!"

"Not only can you not stop us, you can't stop all the lords in our alliance!"

He laughed loudly at Sun Zhongyu's innocence and ignorance, and pulled out the sharp blade without mercy.

"The other lords of our alliance have already led their troops to attack!"

"Soon, the entire monsoon plain will fall, and it will all belong to us!"

"Cough cough!"

Sun Zhongyu coughed and knelt on one knee. He tightly covered his chest to prevent the injury from further expanding.

Blood trickled out from between his fingers.

The dizziness caused by blood loss had made it almost impossible for him to see Orwell clearly.

But his sarcastic face gradually became clear in Sun Zhongyu's mind.

"Lord Sun, we admire you very much, and we don't want a talented person like you to perish."

"Why don't you join forces with us? Victory belongs to us. You will only die more miserably if you resist like this."

"Isn't there an old saying in your Dragon Kingdom, 'Peace is the most precious'? Why don't we turn our hostility into friendship?"

Orwell stretched out his hand to him, as if he was sincere.

"As long as you agree, we promise to release all your soldiers."

"When we completely capture the entire territory of the Monsoon Plains, we will give you the largest share."

"You will have an equal opportunity with us, and together we will rule the Monsoon Plains."

At this point, Orwell narrowed his eyes in confusion.

"Ah, what a beautiful picture."

"Beautiful ass!"

Sun Zhongyu spit out a mouthful of blood, and the blood sprayed onto Orwell's face accurately.

He wiped his face gloomily, and when he regained his sight, what he saw was Sun Zhongyu's sarcastic smile.

"Even if your grandfather and I die in battle, I will not become a traitor!"

"You want me to do something for you? Just dream!"

Speaking of the last sentence, Sun Zhongyu took out the dagger hidden in his sleeve and stabbed Orwell in the kidney.

This part cannot kill with one hit, but it must be the most painful.

Orwell screamed and fell to the ground.

All the strength in his body was almost taken away by the pain.

"Even if I die! I will drag you dogs to hell with me!"

Sun Zhongyu pulled out the dagger and stood up with force.

The light spread from his palm to the dagger, becoming the most dazzling presence on the battlefield.

The nearest foreign lord witnessed this scene and cursed loudly "Madman!".

"These dragon kingdom lords are really crazy! At this time, they don't even think about saving their lives, but they actually want to die together!"

"I just said that all the people in the Dragon Kingdom are sick!!!"

They hurriedly ran towards the surrounding area, with no intention of helping Orwell block the blow.

Orwell himself did not expect that Sun Zhongyu would be so cruel.

In his expectation, surrender was Sun Zhongyu's best way out.

In this situation, he will definitely lose.

It would be better to join their alliance and be on an equal footing with them, enjoying supreme rights.

Why not?

Why must we try our best to fight to the death?

Orwell really couldn't understand.

Sun Zhongyu obviously didn't give him a chance to figure it out.

The move with the determination to die was inserted into his body in the blink of an eye.

Orwell hurriedly used his skills to protect his body.

"Lord Sun, that's almost enough."

While Orwell's kidneys were blown to pieces, a strange energy protected his body.

At the same time, Sun Zhongyu's brain was tightly held in the palm of the visitor's hand.

He still maintained the posture of inserting the knife, but his eyes widened.

Red bloodshot eyes covered the entire eyeball, which was so protruding that it was about to fall off.

"Orwell, please make amends to Lord Sun. Let's just let this matter go."

The person who came was none other than Albert, the temporary leader of the "Anti-Soviet and White Alliance".

He occupies absolute strength among foreign lords, and his rank is still above Sun Zhongyu.

His skills are more like mind control, and what protects Orwell is the artifact he holds.

At the same time as he heard this voice, Orwell spoke out of nowhere.

"I'm sorry, Lord Sun, please forgive me for being rude."

Albert nodded with satisfaction.

"Our sincerity is very high, Lord Sun. We really need talents like you. Can you give us a chance to cooperate?"

"We always value talents, so please don't continue to do such things that hurt harmony."

The ability of mind control spread to Sun Zhongyu's ears along with his voice.

His eyes changed again and again.

When he was about to speak, he saw corpses all over the ground.

Those are the bodies of the people in his territory.

In the fight just now, they were outnumbered, and the ground was already covered with corpses.

If you're lucky, you'll be able to leave a complete corpse, but if you're unlucky, you won't even be able to piece together a complete arm.

How could he be a traitor at this time! ?

"You're dreaming!"

Sun Zhongyu held the dagger in his backhand and stabbed himself in front of everyone's astonished eyes.

With Albert here, he knew that he couldn't get close to Orwell.

Then all he can do is kill himself.

Only dead people cannot be mind controlled.

He would rather die than become their puppet and beat his own compatriots.

Qian Shoucheng, who had been half-dead, suddenly felt something.

He narrowed his eyes reluctantly and witnessed Sun Zhongyu trying to commit suicide.

This is Sun Zhongyu!

Even he couldn't stand up to those foreign leaders. No matter who came in the entire monsoon plain, they would die one by one.

In a flash of lightning, he thought of the most suitable candidate.

While everyone's attention was on Sun Zhongyu, Qian Shoucheng tremblingly opened the channel for private chat.

That was his last hope.