Throne of Vientiane Civilization

Da Zhou and the supporting troops of the female warrior tribe continued to evacuate. In the process, the giant eagle knight who went deep into the Smith Kingdom to investigate the situation came back...

"Reporting to your Majesty, it seems that there is a rebellion in the rear of the Smith Kingdom, and the royal city has been occupied by a large number of slaves."

Zhou Xu didn't have much idea after learning about this situation.

It is only a matter of time before this extreme slavery system, which enslaves other races on a large scale and exploits them crazily, will be counterattacked.

"Any more news? Don't worry about the importance, tell me everything you see."

At that time, the Giant Eagle Knight could only observe from the air and could not land to ask questions, so his understanding was very limited.

Now that their majesty has said so, the giant eagle knight also said whatever he thought of. When the other party said that the red flag was hung in the royal city, Zhou Xu's eyelids jumped.

"What's the pattern on the red flag? Do you see it clearly?"

"As for the pattern, there is a very strange symbol on it..."

The Giant Eagle Knight started gesticulating as he spoke.

"It looks like a sickle and a hammer crossed together."

Hearing this, Zhou Xu was stunned.

【What the hell? ! 】

At the same time, in the royal city of the Smith Kingdom...

After successfully killing Smith V, the flag of their revolutionary army was raised on the top of the stone castle.

Looking at the flags fluttering in the wind in the firelight, the members of the revolutionary army who were dormant in the darkness seemed to have received a shot in the arm. They sprang out from all over the streets and alleys, shouting while rushing back. …

"The King is dead!!!"

Amidst the roar, they held various farm tools such as sickles and pitchforks as weapons in their hands. They cooperated with other slaves inside and outside, and easily rushed into the homes of those slave owners, dragging them out of their beds and executing them!

One, two, three! As more and more slave owners were killed, the number of slaves wielding farm tools became more and more on the streets. They seemed to snowball and gathered together crazily, making their group more and more big!

During this period, under the leadership of the revolutionary army cadre Geert, Narga walked into the stone castle. Narga, as the 'Hand of the King', was no stranger to the king's residence, but this time, he presented himself The scene in front of him could not find any sense of familiarity.

The corpses of the Wang family's guards lay scattered on the road. Among them, the head of the guard leader he said had the strength of the Hundred Refining Realm was now placed at the gate, which was simply shocking.

At this moment, the entire castle has been occupied by the Revolutionary Army. They are spread throughout the castle, taking the place of the royal guards. They are constantly looking at him, and there is not much kindness in their eyes.

But there were also some revolutionary soldiers who bowed to him as he passed by. They should be slaves who, like Gilt, had been helped by him.

Soon, they arrived outside the king's government office.

But Smith V was not keen on dealing with government affairs. He only liked to enjoy himself, indulged in female sex, and constantly increased the number of his concubines. Since Smith V came to the throne, the symbolic significance of the king's government affairs room has exceeded its actual significance.

Basically, those government documents will be sent directly to his residence for him to handle.

Now that he is here again, Narga's mood is extremely complicated.

The last time he was here was when Smith IV was still alive.

Now that I have come here again, everything has changed...

"Dong dong dong!"

Geert stepped forward and knocked on the door of the government affairs room.

"Chief, Mr. Narga is here."

Soon, a strong voice came from inside.

"Come in!"

After receiving permission, Gilt pushed open the door, then turned sideways and made a 'please' gesture towards Narga standing behind.

Taking a deep breath, Narga adjusted her mood and walked into the house.

At this moment, candles were lit in the room, and Narga immediately saw the figure sitting at the table. Even sitting there, he could feel the tall figure of the other person.

At this time, the other party was casually looking through the books on the table. It was not until Narga had reached the table that he slowly stopped and looked up.

He has light skin, a protruding nose, blue eyes, and a scruffy beard. Some people even reach middle age and have only a ring of hair on the back of their heads and a bare scalp. This is a very typical appearance. of Caucasian people.

White people like this can be seen everywhere in their Smith Kingdom, but unlike those white slaves, the white man in front of him exuded a powerful aura. The moment they looked at each other, it actually made him feel frightened.

He had only felt this feeling with General Fisher.

This reminded Narga of what Gilt had said before, that the leader of the Revolutionary Army was a strong man in the Vajra Realm!

It is no exaggeration to say that just this glance made Narga completely confirmed.

Then, before he could speak, the figure sitting in the king's seat spoke first...

"I have known you for a long time. Your Excellency Narga, please introduce yourself. I am the leader of the revolutionary army, Pyotr Petnovitch Tchaikovsky. You can call me Peter."

The length of the name made Narga even more curious about the leader of the revolutionary army in front of him.

The other party not only possesses the strength of the Vajra Realm, but also from his words, deeds, and name, he can feel that the other party has obviously received a certain degree of cultural education.

This is a white man in front of him, which is unimaginable in the Smith Kingdom where blacks are supreme.

"Sir Peter, I am very curious, how did you do it?"

Narga did not ask too specifically, but Peter understood what he meant, and he just smiled slightly...

"Let me put it this way, I am a Chosen One, and this is the fifteenth year since I came to this world."

The moment he heard the three words "Chosen One", Narga's face suddenly showed a touch of surprise.

[It turned out to be the same Chosen One as the first King Smith I! ]

For many indigenous people, no more words are needed. The three words "Chosen One" are enough to solve most of their questions.

"I'll be frank, Sir Narga, I want to hire you to be the governor of our "Raksha Republic."

"And you, will become the king of this "Raksha Republic"? "

Narga asked back.

Although Peter changed the term, it did not prevent Narga from understanding.

Undoubtedly, the other party had no intention of letting the Smith Kingdom continue to exist...

"You can understand it this way."

Peter admitted generously, without any intention of hiding it.

"Sir Peter, before I make a decision, I want to talk to you."

"Of course."

Peter was very easy to talk to, and the two chatted until dawn.

Stretching hard, Peter stretched his muscles and bones, listening to the movement outside the stone castle, he put on his black coat, pushed open the door from the government office to the external balcony, and walked out.

Bathing in the morning sun, looking at the figures that have been crowded around the castle and even the streets outside.

Peter, who has been forbearing for fifteen years and has been developing silently in secret, has an unconsciously faster heartbeat at this moment. He finally waited for the day when he could be proud of himself!

He raised his hand, and the scene suddenly became quiet. Then Peter took a deep breath and shouted loudly...

"I declare! From today, our 'Rakshasa Republic' is officially established! Hurrah!!!"

"Hurrah!!!!"