The outer city of Boralus was already in flames. The previous earthquake-shaking explosion completely destroyed the city walls. As the bricks and stones flew and the flames shot into the sky, the bramble beasts driven by the Withered Ones were instantly ignited.
First, although these wooden giants are filled with flame-retardant liquid, as plants, flames are still their most feared natural enemies.
Seeing that one tenth of the city was ignited by the explosion, outside of the soaring flames, the Withered Ones watched this cruel scene in silence, and behind them, the captured soldiers were even more trembling.
, or he clenched his fists angrily, wanting to rush forward and fight to the death with these intruders.
The losses of the undead were also terrible. Except for a few lucky ones, the death knights and undead skeletons that entered the city wall were almost completely wiped out. The loss of nearly 10,000 bones at one time was nothing, but the death of more than 300 death knights,
But Marshal Everly, who was commanding the battlefield, was extremely angry. A wisp of flame danced in his gray eyes, and the high-ranking knight's fingers danced on the hilt of his sword. The next moment, a cold order was issued.
"Let the skeletons speed up and completely detonate all the mines in the city's waterways!"
In the midst of the blazing flames, the commander of the Drustvar Chapter said with a cold expression:
"Since they don't cherish their city and people, there is no need for us to hold back and destroy it!"
The undead were thorough in executing their orders. A few minutes later, the first mine was triggered, and a stream of fire burst out from the water channel outside the city of Boralus. The dull flames under the water flow turned the cold
The sea water pushed up into the sky, and the steam that evaporated instantly accompanied the explosion, covering the entire block, followed by the second and third bombs.
When Tyrion arrived outside Boralus, the sky throughout the outer city was filled with gunpowder smoke. All the waterways in this white port city were paralyzed, and the undead pouring out of the water were even more...
Searches began along the streets in the hellish city. The civilians who were hiding in their rooms and shivering were brutally driven out and moved out along the city that had been completely shrouded in war.
Crying and desperate struggles resounded throughout the city, but no one showed mercy to them.
"It's so miserable..."
The Dark Blade King looked down at the body that was barely put together at his feet. It was the remains of the great knight Cyrus. If Tyrion remembered correctly, he was still with this great knight in the original Nanhai Town.
The knight had a chance encounter, but now things have changed.
"Daelin should feel proud... He is a lucky king to have a loyal and fearless warrior like you."
Tyrion squatted down, stretched out his hand to cover the shapeless remains with a ball of dark red death energy. In his other hand, a blank soul stone was slowly dying under the entanglement of black flames.
filling.
"But now, you belong to me."
A smile flashed across the face of the Dark Blade King. He stood up, handed the soul stone emitting purple light to Al behind him, and said in a deep voice:
"I like such a warrior, collect his bones, send them back to Karazhan, and let Khadgar sew him up. This is not an easy task, but I need a perfect Cyrus."
"He deserves this recognition."
"King of the Dark Blade, my brothers saw it from the air. Outside Boralus Port, a group of pirates were taking advantage of the situation and harming civilians."
A crow covered in wooden armor quickly landed on Tyrion. In the light of the transformation, the leader of the Blighter Druid, the tall druid who had argued with Tyrion before, turned to Tyrion.
explain:
"What are you going to do with them?"
"Pirates? A bunch of lawless guys."
A hint of impatience flashed in the Dark Blade King's eyes, and he waved his hand in disgust:
"Like wild dogs, they are robbing us of the fruits of victory, Al, get rid of them!"
"Their bones will become the cornerstone for rebuilding this city, and their meaningless souls will become good consumables!"
The high-ranking knight got on his horse. Without too many orders, the capable knight followed him across the burning flames and rushed towards the port area. Tyrion strolled forward, the cold breath extending under his feet. Wherever he went, towering towers
The flames were quickly extinguished, and then formed a white path of frost. The tall druid wanted to turn around and leave, but was stopped by Tyrion.
"I came here alone this time without many trustworthy followers, so I leave it to you to resettle the civilians. If the Blighters want to develop, they must seize every opportunity to promote themselves, so I guess,
You won’t refuse this request, right?”
"Of course, we'd love to."
The tall druid leaned slightly toward Tyrion and accepted the order, but the death knight did not stop for this. He walked alone in the streets of Boralus city, and the skeleton war horse with the bell was silent.
Following him, there was no sound and no one in the surrounding alleys. Long before the siege began, most of the civilians in the city had been evacuated to the inner city of Boralus, which is the tall and sturdy city.
In Proudmoore Fortress.
That fortress was the predecessor of Boralus, the inheritance of the Proudmoore family, and the location of the Kul Tiras Naval Academy. It was a real war fortress, filled with enough manpower and material resources.
Well, it's not that simple to break it.
But Tyrion is not in a hurry. He is not here to break Boralus. The secret of the Blighted Realm has been discovered. Attacking this city is just the end of his trip to Kul Tiras. Just like in
The heavy hammer falling on the iron felt and the fall of Boralus will make the human empire become more united. This is what he wants to see.
Lothar was forced to take the initiative to attack and send new, qualified and outstanding soldiers to his legion. Then in a glorious war that determined the life and death of the empire, he completely buried the human empire and the new order of the Dark Blade.
Spread to the entire continent.
Everything went so smoothly, which put Tyrion in a good mood for a city tour.
However, when he passed by the former Boralus Port Authority, Tyrion's footsteps suddenly stopped. He looked back at the ruins that had been ignited. He could feel that under the collapsed masonry
, has a weak life.
"Bang"
The fallen heavy stone was kicked away by the Dark Blade King. He waved his hand, and a cold and heavy wind hit the flames of the ruins, extinguishing the flames. Tyrion took a step forward, and the bone-chilling ice fell on him.
His palms condensed into a heavy two-handed sword. After swinging twice, the rubble blocking the road in front of him was completely cut open, revealing a road leading to the basement of the Port Authority.
The ice sword in the hand of the Dark Blade King suddenly shattered. Amidst the cold ice fragments covering his body, he stepped into the dark tunnel. After a moment, his figure walked back to the sunshine of Boralus.
, but the scarlet cloak behind the Dark Blade King has disappeared, replaced by a little girl wrapped in a cloak in his arms.
This poor little girl was probably forgotten here by her parents. When Tyrion found her, her arms had been burned and she was already in a dying coma.
"Brother, take me... to find my father."
The little girl pressed her beautiful black-haired head against Tyrion's cold armor. Because of the infection caused by the burn, she was talking nonsense repeatedly. Tyrion held the girl in his arms and comforted her softly:
"Don't be afraid, little girl, I will take you to find your father... By the way, what is his name?"
"Cyrus... Grand Knight, Cyrus."
The little girl said drowsily: "He is a hero."
Tyrion's forward steps suddenly stopped in place. At this moment, his good mood disappeared. After a moment, he shook his arms slightly, exuding a slightly cool breath, allowing the little girl to
After sleeping peacefully, looking at her tired little face, the Dark Blade King looked back at the burning city behind him. He sighed and reached out to brush the girl's hair.
"Yes, he was a hero, but he was also a terrible father."
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"There are 500,000 people in the fortress, and the supplies we have stored are seriously insufficient. Once the undead encircle us, we can only last for five days at most. This is if the fortress is not breached."
Lord Ashvane and his chubby lady sat next to Queen Catherine. On the table on the other side sat Lord Norvington, who commanded the knights, and Lord Stormsong and Kultira who came from Stormsong Valley.
The most famous people in Sri Lanka are all here, and Queen Catherine, who is presiding over the meeting, has a thick bandage wrapped around her arm. The room exudes a strong herbal smell, mixed with a hint of rotting flesh and blood.
The weapons of the death knights are wrapped with death energy. Being slashed means that they will be infected. The queen should be glad that it was not a high-level knight who has mastered the undead disease who slashed her. Otherwise, could she leave a trace at this time?
Life is an unknown quantity.
But in the current dire situation, the queen had to cheer up and hold on with a pale face. She knew that she could not fall.
"The road from Boralus to Stormsong Valley is still open. The soldiers under my command are guarding it. We should move the civilians to the valley first, where there is no threat from the undead."
Lord Stormsong's calm advice:
"My territory will become the rear of the entire Kul Tiras."
"But Stormsong Valley will not always be stable, my lord. What I want to remind you is that on both sides of the valley, there are coasts that lead directly to the inland. The coastline on the west side is guarded by Dailin Fortress, but on the east side, that
It’s almost a flat plain. Once the undead attack from the sea, with the military power of Stormsong Valley, even with the help of the Tide Sages, it will be difficult to stop them.”
Lord Norvington is a skilled knight with bows and horses. He was once the grand knight of the previous King of Kurtulas and is trusted by the Proudmoore family. He gave his own advice from the perspective of a commander:
"So what I mean is that we can't divert too many civilians to the valley, where there are only a few fortresses that occupy terrain advantages. At this time, when Tiragarde Strait and Drustvar have all fallen, we want to be able to survive in a short time.
It is no longer realistic to counterattack the island from within... What I want to say is, everyone, we should consider evacuating the mainland."
"Are you mad? Sir Norvington."
Lord Ashvane rejected the proposal outright:
"Not to mention that the only place that can accommodate so many civilians at one time is the barbaric land of Tol Barad. Secondly, we currently have no fleet at hand that can transport civilians. The merchant ships in the port have been blocked by those disgusting pirates.
Now that place has been occupied by the undead, your ideas are just whimsical!"
"There is also a fleet in the Temple of Storms, and there are also some merchant ships that have just been launched in the dock of Stormsong's shipyard... Although they are just supply ships that we usually use to transport supplies, there are still no ships to transport people to Tol Barad.
It’s too big of a problem.”
Lord Stormsong touched the black ocean sculpture ring on his finger and whispered:
"When fully loaded, it can transport nearly 10,000 people at a time..."
"not enough!"
Lord Ashvane quickly calculated with a pen on the paper. After a moment, the fat lady raised her head and said pessimistically to the others:
"With all the transportation power we have on hand, it will take at least a week to transport two-thirds of the civilians. Unless our fleet can come back, this time can be greatly shortened, or we can use a portal... I remember
There is a teleportation hall in the fortress, Catherine? Catherine, are you okay?"
The call of Lord Ashvane and his wife brought the distracted queen back from her thoughts. Ever since she was injured, this determined queen has been a little distracted. Under the gaze of everyone, the pale queen said softly:
"There is indeed a teleportation hall, but the efficiency is too low. It is a small teleportation gate and can only pass through a maximum of 5 people at a time."
While everyone was talking, the door to the room was pushed open by the guards. A tide sage with a white beard quickly walked into the room and handed a letter to Lord Stormsong, who held it in his hand.
Opening it, a flash of light suddenly burst out in his eyes.
The Lord stood up and handed the letter to the Queen. He looked at the others and said confidently:
"Everyone, there is no need to worry. The first and second fleets have already sailed along the east coast of Stormsong Valley, loaded with elite soldiers of the empire. Soon, they will arrive at Tiragarde Strait, our king
