In Muxi Port, there are hundreds of ships of different sizes, blocking the entire bay with water.
Some of them belong to pirates, but most of them belong to Froststone City.
After the earthquake, the sounds of fighting and killing slowly fell silent in the huge port. Everyone raised their heads and cast their gaze towards the dark night above their heads.
Lightning split the dark sky, dark clouds obscured the bright moonlight, and a huge dragon whose full appearance could not be seen leaped across the sky, roaring toward the mortal world.
Pulling out the battle ax from a pirate's skull, Carroll looked at the black dragon hovering in the sky with straight eyes, and asked in a daze: "Is that the son of the gods that people call him?"
Aldenan slowly put down his claws and said blankly: "I always thought Randall was joking, but it turns out everything is true!"
On the deck, beside the plank road, in the port, and on the street, thousands of Froststone City soldiers knelt down in the direction of the flying black dragon in the sky.
After a while, the whole city was filled with the sounds of prayer and praise.
The citizens of Muxi City who were hiding at home had the courage to open the window cracks and looked at the barbarians from the north outside the door. They were bloody and brutal gods of death a second ago, but now they have become the most devout believers.
The black dragon flew around the entire city, overlooking everything on the earth, and finally flew back to the hill above the palace.
Carol, still immersed in shock, suddenly heard the voice of Crusader Commander Ackerman.
"The Son of the Gods sent down the oracle, and the Holy Army regrouped and marched towards the headquarters of the Muxi Knights!"
Similarly, every commander in every Froststone Chapter received their own instructions from the soul space.
"The son of the gods has sent down the oracle, and the Falcon Legion is listening! The target is the city hall, and the entire army is setting off!"
"The supreme son of the gods, orders us to capture the naval barracks! Let us use the blood and heads of the enemy to prove the loyalty and faith of the Red Branch Chapter!"
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As one order after another was conveyed to the various battle groups of the Frost Stone Army, tens of thousands of Frost Stone warriors were divided into dozens of armies and began to set off towards their respective goals.
Looking down from the sky, countless torches gathered into slowly flowing streams, flowing in all directions from the sea to the land along the streets of the city.
In the Royal Navy's military camp, the pirates who had no time to escape looked tremblingly at the colorful barbarian gladiators outside the gate.
A pirate who looked like a little leader was elected by the crowd. He slowly walked towards the Red Branch Battle Group with a white flag and loudly begged for mercy: "Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I surrender to you on behalf of everyone, as long as you are willing to let us go."
Go back, all the treasures on the ship are..."
Before the pirate leader finished speaking, an arrow shot into his mouth, pierced his brain stem, and was nailed to the wooden pillar behind him.
A leader of the war group wearing a bearskin and an eyepatch stood on a tall wooden box, banging his shield with his axe, and roared: "The son of the gods has sent down the oracle, and no surrender will be accepted in tonight's war."
!Death will be the only way to give you relief! Charge!"
Hearing the roar of their leader, the gladiators of the Red Branch Chapter shouted the hymns of the gods. Stimulated by faith and killing, they rushed into the military camp like a group of bloodthirsty beasts with overwhelming force.
In front of this group of lunatic-like fanatical believers, the pirates were unable to even put up a little resistance, and in the blink of an eye they were turned into piles of broken flesh and bones.
Muxi City Hall, the landmark building of Muxi Kingdom, has now become a veritable wartime bunker.
Rebels and mercenaries blocked the door with sandbags, set up muskets at every window, and even launched light cannon from the balcony.
A mercenary leader hid behind a window on the third floor and loudly said to the Frost Stone Army at the street: "I have six hundred battle-hardened soldiers under me, and I also have the most advanced muskets and artillery in the Southern Empire.
Anyone who wants to capture this building will pay a heavy price! If you understand, let us leave now! I will pretend that nothing happened tonight!"
Among the Froststone army that attacked the city hall, an old warrior carrying a longbow walked out. He was none other than the Chapter Master of the Falcon Chapter, Fried.
I saw him taking a horn from his waist, puffing up his cheeks toward the sky, and blowing hard.
The dull and long sound of the horn spread throughout the entire neighborhood in an instant.
As the mercenary leader listened to the horn sound, the ominous premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger.
He turned to his men and asked, "What does he want to do?!"
The mercenaries looked at each other, no one knew.
Two minutes later, the loud cry of a gryphon came from the sky.
A Valkyrie wearing a silver battle armor and a feather crown rode a huge griffon from the direction of the sea and flew towards the city hall at high speed.
As the distance to the target got closer and closer, the Valkyrie patted the back of the mount's neck and began to gradually lower the height of the gryphon.
The moment she reached the target building, the Valkyrie pulled the reins, the griffin's claws suddenly released, and a mesh bag filled with spore parasites fell from the sky, falling straight downwards.
Earth-shattering explosions and intense dazzling flashes of light were like ripples in a pond, rapidly spreading from the location of the city hall to the surrounding area.
After the fire, the originally gorgeous and majestic city hall turned into a pile of complete ruins.
Amidst the flames and smoke, the Falcon Chapter walked into the ruins and began to search for survivors.
The mercenary leader was pressed under a huge stone pillar, one of his arms was missing, and not a single piece of intact skin could be seen on his body.
Seeing the Chapter Commander Fried appearing in front of him, the mercenary leader coughed up a mouthful of bloody sputum and said with difficulty: "Help me... I know the mastermind behind this rebellion..."
Fried knelt down and looked at the will to survive burning in the mercenary leader's eyes. He unhurriedly drew out his dagger and cut the opponent's throat bit by bit.
Facing the horrified look on the deceased's face, Fried wiped the blood off the dagger and said calmly: "We don't need your information... God knows everything."
Muxi Knights, headquarters building.
"Monsters! Monsters are everywhere! Our people are dead...all dead!"
A pale-faced, mentally disturbed soldier was sitting in the hall of the headquarters, looking at the ceiling with distracted eyes, and his body was twitching constantly.
The noble commander in charge of commanding the rebels looked at the frightened old man behind him and asked anxiously: "Lord Boans, what should we do?"
As the Minister of Internal Affairs of the Silver Ring Kingdom, Bo Ansi no longer had the composure and coolness of the past at this moment. He listened to the screams of the soldiers coming from outside the door and said incoherently: "How could this happen? How could it become like this?
?!"
The noble commander walked up to Bo Ansi and said anxiously: "Sir! Listen to me! From my experience, any army in the world that faces those monsters will only lose this one."
End! Therefore, we must abandon the military camp and escape from the city as soon as possible!"
Bo Ansi nodded vigorously and shouted: "You are right! We must evacuate now! As long as we can retain our strength, we can make a comeback sooner or later! By the way, Your Majesty! Find Your Majesty quickly! He is the Silver Ring Kingdom
Hope for the future!”
"Are you looking for this?"
A cold voice came from behind everyone.
A group of gloomy-looking Silver Ring nobles threw the body of a boy into the hall.
Boans took a closer look and saw that the dead person was none other than the young king of the Silver Ring Kingdom, the six-year-old Guy VII.
"You! What did you do?!"
Bo Ansi knelt on the ground and picked up the boy's body. He was heartbroken and burst into tears.
A Yinhuan nobleman with his hands stained with blood said loudly to his silent colleagues in the hall: "Any smart person can see that the Yinhuan Kingdom is over! Do you want to be buried with this kingdom, or do you want to gamble?
Take a handful and fight for yourself a way to survive?!"
The silver-ringed nobles in the hall looked at each other, with struggles and gloom written all over their faces.
Bo Ansi hugged the body of King Silver Ring tightly in his arms and shouted hysterically: "Traitor! Shameless traitor! I curse you and curse your souls to never rest in peace!"
In the hall, a noble looked at Bo Ansi's crazy look, swallowed, took out the dagger from his arms, and slowly walked towards the latter.
Under the old man's desperate gaze and painful wail, the silver-ringed nobleman stabbed the dagger into the opponent's abdomen.
Immediately afterwards, more and more Yinhuan old ministers took out their weapons and slowly walked towards Bo Ansi and King Yinhuan.
Like a pack of hyenas gnawing at carrion, Boans and Guy VII were cut into pieces by the nobles in a matter of seconds, with their heads and bodies separated.
A loud bang came from the door.
The locked door of the Knights' headquarters was kicked open by an orc.
Orcs, werewolves, elves...all the soldiers of the Froststone Crusaders walked into the hall in neat formations. They looked at the mess in front of them and began to discuss in low voices.
Dark Elf Commander Ackerman, along with the two Medusa sisters, walked up to the Silver Circle nobles and asked, "Who is your leader?"
Several nobles rushed to pick up the heads of Boans and Guy VII from the ground, crowded in front of Ackerman like offering treasures, and said flatteringly: "Dear Sir, please take a look, these two people are
The chief culprit of this disaster!"
Ackerman looked carefully at the appearance of the two heads, let out a long breath, and then motioned to the Crusaders to put them in boxes and take them away.
The Yinhuan nobles bent down and asked with smiles on their faces: "Dear Sir, can we go?"
Ackerman turned his head and showed a smile: "Don't worry, follow the instructions of the sons of gods, I will send you on your way..."
Seeing the orcs raising their giant sticks and the werewolves licking their claws and walking toward them, the Silver Ring nobles shouted in fear: "No, you can't do this! We have handed over the culprit! We have surrendered!
"
A moment later, heart-rending screams came from the headquarters building of the Muxi Knights.