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The outer city of Berrals was already a beacon fire, the explosion that shook the ground before completely destroyed the city's walls, and between the bricks and stones splashing and the flames soaring into the sky, the thorn beasts driven by the withercallers were instantly ignited by a third, although these wooden behemoths were full of flame-retardant liquid, but as plants, flames were still their most feared natural enemies.

Seeing that one-tenth of the city was ignited by the explosion, beyond the skyrocketing fire, the withers watched the cruel scene in silence, and behind them, the captured soldiers trembled even more, or clenched their fists in anger, trying to pounce on the invaders and fight them to the death.

The loss of the necromancers is also terrible, except for a few lucky ones, the death knights and necromantic skeletons who entered the city wall were almost wiped out, and the loss of nearly 10,000 bones at a time was nothing, but the death of more than 300 death knights made Marshal Everly, who commanded the battlefield, extremely angry, a flash of fire beat in his gray eyes, the fingers of the high-ranking knights jumped on the hilt of the sword, and the next moment, a cold order was given.

"Speed up the bones and detonate all the mines in the city's waterways!"

In the midst of the raging flames, the commander of the Druswa Warband, with a cold expression, said:

"Since they don't cherish their city and people themselves, there is no need for us to spare it and destroy it!"

The necromancers carried out their orders thoroughly, and after a few minutes, the first mine was struck, and a burst of fire burst out from the waterways outside the city of Pelallas, and the muffled flames under the flow of water pushed the icy waters into the sky, and the vapor that evaporated in an instant, along with the explosion, enveloped an entire block, then a second, then a third.

When Tyrion arrived outside of Bollarth, the sky was filled with gunsmoke, all the waterways of the white port city were paralyzed, and the undead who poured out of the water began to search the streets of the hellish city, and the civilians who were shivering in their rooms were brutally driven out and migrated along the city that had been completely engulfed in war.

Weeping and desperate struggles resounded through the city, but no one took pity on them.

"It's miserable..."

The King of the Dark Blades looked down at the barely put together corpse at his feet, it was the remains of the Great Knight Cyrus, if Tyrion remembered correctly, he had a relationship with the Great Knight in the original South Sea Town, but now, it is no longer human.

"Dai Lin should feel proud... He has a loyal and fearless warrior like you, and he is a lucky king. ”

Tyrion crouched down, reaching out to envelop the indiscernible wreckage with a dark red ball of death energy, and in the other hand, a blank soul stone was slowly filling under the entanglement of black flames.

"But now, you're mine."

A smile flashed across the Blade King's face, and he stood up, handed the purple glowing soul stone to El behind him, and said in a deep voice:

"I love a warrior like that, collecting his bones, sending him back to Karazhan and getting Khadgar to stitch him up, it's not an easy job, but I need a perfect Cyrus."

"He deserves such an accolade."

"Lord of the Blades, my brothers saw in the air, outside the port of Porras, a band of pirates were taking advantage of the fire, and they were harming civilians."

A crow in wooden armor landed on Tyrion quickly, and in the light of Transfiguration, the leader of the Blightburner Druids, the tall druid who had argued with Tyrion before, said to Tyrion:

"What are you going to do with them?"

"Pirates? A bunch of lawless guys. ”

A hint of impatience flashed in the eyes of the King of the Dark Blades, and he waved his hand in disgust:

"They're like wild dogs robbing us of the fruits of our victory, Al, get rid of them!"

"Their bones will be the cornerstone of rebuilding the city, and their meaningless souls will be good consumables!"

The High Knight turned over and mounted his horse, and without much command, the elite knight followed him past the burning flames and rushed towards the port area, Tyrion strolled forward, the icy aura stretched under his feet, and everywhere he went, the towering flames were quickly extinguished, and then formed a white path of frost, the tall druid wanted to turn away, but was stopped by Tyrion.

"I'm coming alone this time, and I don't have many trustworthy retinues by my side, so it's up to you to settle civilians, and if the Blightburn want to develop, they must seize every opportunity to assert themselves, so I guess you won't refuse this request, right?"

"Of course, we'd love to."

The tall druid leaned slightly towards Tyrion and accepted the order, and the Death Knight did not stop there, he walked alone through the streets of the city of Pelares, the skeletal war horse with the bell quietly following him, silent and empty in the surrounding alleys, and most of the city's civilians were evacuated to the inner city of Bullars, the tall and fortified fortress of Prodmore long before the siege began.

The fortress, the forerunner of Pellars, the birthplace of the Proudmoor family, and the Naval Academy of Kul Tiras, was a true fortress of war, and with enough manpower and material resources to conquer it, it would not be so easy to breach.

But Tyrion is not in a hurry, he is not here to break through Pelars, the secret of the Realm of Decay has been discovered, and the attack on this city is only the end of his trip to Kul Tiras, like a heavy hammer that keeps falling on iron felt, the fall of Pelaris will make the human empire more united, this is what he wants to see.

Lothar was forced to take the initiative to attack, send new, qualified, and excellent soldiers to his legions, and then bury the human empire completely in a glorious war that would determine the life and death of the empire, and spread the new order of the dark blade to the entire continent.

Everything went so smoothly, and it also gave Tyrion a good mood to visit the city.

But as he passed by the former Port Authority of Berrals, Tyrion's footsteps suddenly stopped, and he looked back at the burned ruins, and he could feel a faint life beneath the crumbling masonry.

"Bang"

The heavy stone of the collapse was kicked away by the King of the Dark Blades, and he swung his hand, and a cold and heavy wind slammed into the flames of the ruins, extinguishing the flames, and Tyrion took a step forward, the cold ice condensed into a heavy two-handed sword in the palm of his hand, and after two swings, the rubble in front of him was completely slashed open, revealing a path to the basement of the Port Authority.

The Ice Greatsword in the Blade King's hand shattered, and in the cold ice that enveloped him, he stepped into the dark tunnel, and a moment later, his figure walked back into the sun of Pelallas, but the scarlet cloak behind the King of the Blades was gone, replaced by a little girl wrapped in a cloak in his arms.

The poor little girl had probably been forgotten by her parents, and by the time Tyrion found her, her arm had been burned and she was in a kind of dying coma.

"Brother, take me to... Go and find it, father. ”

The little girl pressed her beautiful black hair head to Tyrion's cold armor, and because the infection caused by the burn caused her was repeating some nonsense, Tyrion hugged the girl in his arms, and he comforted softly:

"Don't be afraid, little girl, I'll take you to your father... By the way, what's his name? ”

"Cyrus... The Great Knight, Cyrus. ”

The little girl said in a daze, "He's a hero." ”

Tyrion's forward steps stopped abruptly, and at this moment, his good mood vanished, and after a moment, he shook his arm slightly, and a slight cool aura emanated from his body, allowing the little girl to sleep peacefully, looking at her tired little face, the King of the Dark Blades looked back at the burning city behind him, he sighed, and reached out to brush the girl's hair.

"Yes, he's a hero, but he's also a terrible father."

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"There are 500,000 people in the fortress, and we have a serious shortage of supplies in stock, and once the undead are surrounded, we can only hold out for five days at most, and this is still if the fortress is not breached."

Lord Ashvan and his chubby lady sat beside Queen Catherine, and on the other side of the table sat Lord Norvinton, who commanded the knights, and Lord Stothon, who had come from the Stoxon Valley, where the most famous people of Kul Tiras were present, and Queen Catherine, who presided over the meeting, had a thick bandage wrapped around her arm, and the room smelled of herbs, mixed with a hint of rotting flesh.

The weapons of the Death Knights are wrapped in death energy, and being cut means that she will be infected, and the queen should be glad that it is not a high-ranking knight who has mastered the necromancy plague that slashes her, otherwise, it is unknown whether she can leave a life at this time.

But in the present terrible situation, the queen had to pull herself together, and she supported herself with a pale face, knowing that she could not fall.

"The passage from Belarles to the valley of Stoxon is still open, my soldiers are guarding it to the death, and we should first move the civilians to the valley, where the undead are not threatened."

Lord Stozon calmly advised:

"My territory will be the rear of the whole of Kul Tiras."

"But the Stoxon Valley will not always be stable, Lord, I would like to remind you that on both sides of the valley there are coasts leading directly inland, the western coastline is guarded by the fortress of Darein, but on the east side, it is almost a flat river, once the undead attack from the sea, with the military strength of the Stoxon Valley, even with the help of the sages of the tide, it will be difficult to stop them."

Lord Norvinton, a skilled knight with bows and horses, had been the Grand Knight of the previous King of Curturas, and was trusted by the Proudmoor family, and he gave his advice from the point of view of a commander:

"So what I mean by this is that we can't divert too many civilians to the valley, where there are only a few forts that occupy the advantageous position, and with the fall of the Tilagadh and Druswa at this point, it is no longer realistic to counterattack the island in a short period of time... I want to say, folks, we should think about withdrawing from our homeland. ”

"Are you crazy? Sir Norvinton. ”

Lord Ashvan vetoed the proposal in one fell swoop:

"Not to mention that the only place that can accommodate so many civilians at once is the wild land of Tol Barad, and secondly, we don't have a fleet capable of transporting civilians at all right now, the merchant ships in the port have blocked the exit by those disgusting pirates, and now that the place has been occupied by the undead, your idea is just whimsical!"

"There's a fleet in the Temple of Storms, and a few merchant ships that have just been launched in the dockyard at the shipyard in Stoxon... Although it is only a supply ship that we usually use to carry supplies, there is no big problem in transporting people to Tol Barad. ”

Lord Stothon stroked the black marine sculpture ring on his finger, and he whispered:

"When fully loaded, it can transport about 10,000 people at a time..."

"Not enough!"

Lord Ashvan quickly calculated with her pen on the paper, and after a moment the fat lady raised her head and said pessimistically to the others:

"All the transport forces we have at hand combined, and it will take at least a week to send two-thirds of the civilians, unless our fleet can come back, this time can be greatly shortened, or, with a portal... I remember there was a teleportation hall in the stronghold, Catherine? Catherine, are you okay? ”

The call of Lord Ashvan brought the distracted queen back to her thoughts, and since the wounded, the resolute queen had been a little distracted, and in the gaze of the crowd, the pale queen whispered:

"There is indeed a teleportation hall, but it is too inefficient, it is a small portal, and it can only pass through a maximum of five people at a time."

And while they were talking, the door to the room was pushed open by the guards, and a white-bearded sage of the sea tide walked briskly into the room, and handed a letter to Lord Stozon, who took it in his hand and opened it, and a flash of light suddenly broke out in his eyes.

The Lord stood up, handed the letter to the Queen, looked at the others, and said with confidence:

"Ladies and gentlemen, don't worry, the First and Second Fleets are already sailing along the eastern shore of the Stoxon Valley, loaded with elite soldiers of the Empire, and soon, they will reach the Strait of Tiragad, our king... It's back! ”

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