139: The capital city changed suddenly

The Old Marshal swayed and stood up, took out a hero token from the side drawer, and handed it to the scarred guard.

The guard looked at the Old Marshal in bewilderment.

"Take this hero token and find the Fire Barbarian God. He is the only one in the Great Capital who can save your life right now. Although you have lived in the palace for a long time, you possess great talent, don't waste it here."

"Marshal?"

The guard suddenly felt that the hero token the Old Marshal gave him was burning hot.

The Old Marshal got up and walked towards the door. The guards quickly led the warhorse over. He mounted the warhorse and returned to the Imperial Palace without looking back.

.......

When Han Huohuo saw a palace guard holding a hero token and wanting to pledge allegiance to him, his worldview collapsed. Someone actually came with their own hero token to pledge allegiance?

What exactly happened?

"Since the Iron Marshal recommended you, I will naturally accept you, but I am very curious, what happened to the Iron Marshal?"

Then, the words of this palace guard scared both Han Huohuo and Mu Jiu.

"There are eunuchs in the palace who want to deal with the Marshal. In reality, they are all people from various warlords. The Marshal went alone. Before he left, he asked me to come find you..."

Mu Jiu's eyes widened, she could hardly believe it.

Han Huohuo took the hero token and recruited the guard.

How great is this? He inexplicably gained an epic Hero without having to use his own hero token. Is there such a good thing in the world!

Han Huohuo felt as if he had been hit by a lucky egg again.

【Hero】: Zheng He

【Level】: Level 1

【Attributes】: Strength 10, Defense 10, Stamina 8, Intelligence 20.

【Exclusive Skills】: Navigation, Fleet sailing speed increased by 200%. Sea Chart, proficient in navigation and direction identification. Will not get lost in any place traveled on the sea.

【General Skills】: Elementary Navigation, Elementary Intelligence.

【Loyalty】: 50

This is an epic navigation Master. He didn't expect him to come from inside the Imperial Palace. Han Huohuo sometimes sighed, truly, heroes come from all walks of life.

"Let's go!"

"Where to?"

Everyone looked at Han Huohuo.

Han Huohuo said softly, "The peace treaty has been signed, of course, we should go back."

"But tomorrow is the Emperor's birthday celebration. Is it appropriate to leave now?"

"There is no celebration!"

Mu Jiu was not stupid and had probably guessed what was going to happen, a moment of trance.

Han Huohuo walked over and hugged Mu Jiu, "I'm sorry, I can't help."

Mu Jiu's tears flowed uncontrollably. When a person brings trouble upon themselves, no one can help them.

Both Han Huohuo and Mu Jiu knew.

It wasn't some eunuch who wanted to deal with the Old Marshal, but this Emperor, who could no longer tolerate it. He was tired of the Old Marshal's restrictions, saying this wasn't allowed and that wasn't allowed.

Although he didn't say it out loud, he believed in his heart that it was all the Old Marshal's fault. He invited the Old Marshal back to pacify the feudal lords and warlords, but who would have thought that the Old Marshal didn't eliminate the warlords but instead restricted him.

The Old Emperor became more and more angry the more he thought about it.

For this birthday, he actually secretly communicated with countless warlords. Now the Imperial Palace is controlled by the soldiers of these warlords.

Only then did the Old Emperor have the courage to call the Old Marshal over.

That day, what he hesitated to say was that he wanted Han Huohuo to join as well, but later he felt that Han Huohuo's identity as a Barbarian was too sensitive.

All of the Old Marshal's men were purged, only Zheng He risked his life to report the news.

If the Old Marshal rallied, civil war would surely break out in the Great Capital.

But he didn't. He chose to go alone, hoping to persuade the Old Emperor one last time, but he knew the Old Emperor's temper and didn't hold out much hope.

Therefore, he asked Zheng He to find Han Huohuo.

Han Huohuo had no hope for this ridiculous Emperor. He led the Barbarians directly out of the city and headed towards Wei City, which was Mu Jiu's fiefdom and where the Apocalypse Tank was stationed.

The rapidly moving Barbarian troops, in neat formation, crossed the streets and then left directly from the south gate, raising a trail of dust and leaving in a grand manner, leaving everyone bewildered.

Han Huohuo didn't want to get involved in this whirlpool.

A dying Empire is bound to stir up monstrous waves.

The Old Marshal's heart was cold.

On this day, he, alone with his sword, stormed into the Imperial Palace.

Then he swung his sword and killed for a day and a night, killing all the hidden agents and guards placed by the warlords.

He scared the group of palace maids, eunuchs, and the Old Emperor, who huddled in the great hall, listening to the endless screams in the Imperial Palace, the window lattices covered in blood.

It scared the Old Emperor so much that he trembled all over.

The next day, the door of the great hall was kicked open.

The Old Marshal walked in, holding a dripping sword.

The eunuchs were quite brave, all shielding the Emperor, and loudly accused, "Iron Marshal, do you want to rebel?"

Only the Old Emperor hid under the chair, refusing to come out and face the Iron Marshal no matter what.

"Emperor, I have killed all the warlords' men. This way, you finally have some autonomy and won't be controlled by the warlords. In addition, I have also reached an agreement with the Fire Barbarian God. If anyone dares to kill you, the Fire Barbarian God has promised to wipe out their entire clan!"

The Emperor, lie under the chair, cried and shouted, "I know, I know the Old Marshal is loyal, from now on, I will listen to the Marshal."

He shouted for a long time, but there was no movement.

A brave eunuch walked over and gently touched the Old Marshal. The treasured sword clanged and fell to the ground, and the Old Marshal collapsed with a crash.

After killing three thousand experts from various warlords, the Old Marshal was exhausted, his life reaching its end.

Before he died, he burned the last drop of his hot blood, killing all enemies who might control the Emperor, leaving a clean Imperial Palace to the Emperor. This was probably his final loyalty.

He didn't want power, and he also hoped that the Emperor would pull himself together, but unfortunately, every decision the Emperor made was a path to death.

The Old Marshal could only make decisions for him.

That's all!

He is dead, and will never make decisions for the Emperor again. Was I too strict? This was the Old Marshal's last thought before he died.

"Emperor, please come out, Marshal... is dead..."

"No, you are lying to me, I am not coming out."

"Emperor?"

Several head eunuchs exchanged glances, their eyes revealing some ambition.

The warlords' spies are dead, the Old Marshal is dead, and the Emperor is scared senseless.

The Iron Marshal had done his utmost, but he still underestimated the Old Emperor's incompetence. Even though he killed all the warlords' forces, the Emperor was controlled by this group of eunuchs.

In the imperial court, foxes and dogs are in power, and the Great Capital will never have peace again.

Then came the chaotic slaughter.

The civil officials killed this group of eunuchs who didn't know their place.

The generals guarding the city then killed all the unarmed civil officials.

Finally, the general commanding the city defense became regent, and then warlords from all over the world, with tens of millions of troops, advanced towards the Great Capital together.

"Clear the Emperor's side! Eliminate treacherous officials!"

Human history is like a cycle. There is nothing new under the sun.