Chapter 409 23. Dai Lin Returns
The outer city of Boralus was already ablaze with flames. The previous earth-shaking explosion completely destroyed the city walls. As the bricks and stones splashed and the flames soared into the sky, the thorn beasts driven by the Blightcallers were instantly ignited for three points. One, although these wooden monsters are filled with flame-retardant liquid, as plants, flame is still their most feared natural enemy.
Seeing that one tenth of the city was ignited by the explosion, the Blightcallers watched this cruel scene in silence outside the soaring flames, and behind them, the captured soldiers trembled even more , or clenched their fists angrily, wanting to rush forward and fight these intruders to the death.
The losses of the undead were also terrible. Except for a few lucky ones, the death knights and undead skeletons who entered the city wall were almost wiped out. It is not a big deal to lose nearly 10,000 skeletons at a time, but more than 300 death knights died in battle. However, Marshal Everly, who commanded the battlefield, was extremely angry. A flame danced in his gray eyes, and the finger of the high-ranking knight 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 raging flames, the commander of the Drustvar Chapter said coldly:
"Since they don't cherish their own city and people, there is no need for us to hold back and destroy it!"
The undead executed their orders thoroughly. A few minutes later, the first mine was triggered, and a burst of fire burst out from the water channel outside the city of Boralus. The sea water pushed up into the sky, and the steam that evaporated instantly, accompanied by the explosion, enveloped the entire block, followed by the second bomb, and the third bomb.
When Tyrion arrived outside the city of Boralus, the sky of the entire outer city was covered with gunpowder smoke. All the waterways of this white port city were paralyzed, and the undead gushing from the bottom of the water were even more terrifying. Searching along the streets began in the hellish city, and the shivering civilians hiding in the room were brutally driven out, migrating outward along the city that had been completely shrouded in war.
Cries and desperate struggles resounded through the city, but there was no mercy for them.
"It's terrible..."
The Dark Blade King looked down at the corpse that was barely put together under his feet. It was the wreckage of the great knight Cyrus. If Tyrion remembered correctly, in the original South Sea Town, he was still with the great knight. The Cavaliers had a relationship once, but now, things are different.
"Daelin should be proud... he is a lucky king to have a loyal and fearless warrior like you."
Tyrion squatted down and stretched out his hand to cover the invisible wreckage with a mass of dark red death energy. In the other hand, a blank soul stone was slowly being swayed by 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 a warrior like this. Contain his bones and send them back to Karazhan for Khadgar to stitch him up. It's not an easy job, but I need a perfect Cyrus."
"He deserves that recognition."
"King of the Dark Blade, my brothers saw it from the sky. Outside Boralus Harbor, a group of pirates are taking advantage of the fire. They are harming civilians."
A crow in wooden armor quickly landed on Tyrion's body. In the light of the transfiguration technique, the leader of the Blightcaller Druids, the tall druid who had argued with Tyrion before, was against Tyrion. explain:
"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 Dark Blades, and he waved his hand annoyedly:
"They are robbing us of the fruits of victory like wild dogs, 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 and didn't need too many orders. The capable knight followed him across the burning flames and rushed towards the port area. Tyrion strolled forward, and the icy breath stretched under his feet. Wherever he went, towering The flames were quickly extinguished, forming 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, and I don't have many trustworthy entourages around me, so I leave it to you to resettle the civilians. If the Blightcaller wants to develop, it must seize every opportunity to promote itself, so I guess, You are not going to refuse this request, are you?"
"Of course, we'd love to."
The tall druid leaned slightly towards Tyrion and accepted the order, but the death knight didn't stop there. He walked alone in the streets of Boralus city, the skeleton warhorse with the bell quietly Following him, the surrounding alleys were silent and deserted, long before the siege began, most of the city's populace had been evacuated to the inner city of Boralus, the tall and fortified In Proudmoore Fortress.
That fortress is the predecessor of Boralus, the inheritance place of the Proudmoore family, and the location of the Kul Tiras Naval Academy. It is a real war fortress, filled with enough manpower and material resources. Next, it is not that simple to break through it.
But Tyrion was not in a hurry, he didn't come here to attack Boralus, the secret of the Blight Realm had been discovered, attacking this city was just the end of his trip to Kul Tiras, it was like The heavy forging hammer falling on the iron felt, the fall of Boralus will make the human empire more united, which is what he wants to see.
Forcing Lothar to take the initiative to attack, send new, qualified, and excellent soldiers to his legion, and then completely bury the human empire in a glorious war that determines the survival of the empire, and the new order of Dark Blade, spread across the continent.
Everything went so smoothly, which also put Tyrion in a good mood to visit the city.
However, when he passed the former Boralus Port Authority, Tyrion stopped suddenly. He looked back at the ruins that had been set on fire. He could feel that under the collapsed masonry , has a feeble life.
"boom"
The heavy stone that collapsed 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. The palm of his hand condensed into a heavy two-handed sword. After two swings, the gravel blocking the road in front of him was completely cut away, revealing a road leading to the basement of the Port Authority.
The great sword of ice in the hands of the Dark Blade King suddenly shattered, and he stepped into the dark tunnel amidst the cold shards covering his body. After a while, his figure returned to the sunshine of Boralus , but the scarlet cloak on the back of 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 arm had been burned and she was already in a dying coma.
"Brother, take me to... find it, father."
The little girl stuck her head with beautiful black hair on Tyrion's cold armor, because the infection caused by the burn made her talk nonsense repeatedly. Tyrion hugged the girl in his arms, and he comforted softly:
"Don't be afraid, little girl, I'll take you to find your father right now, what's his name?"
"Cyrus... great knight, Cyrus."
The little girl said in a daze, "He is a hero."
Tyrion's forward steps suddenly stopped in place. At this moment, his good mood disappeared. A moment later, he shook his arms slightly, exuding a cool breath from his body, allowing the little girl to breathe An Ran fell asleep, looking at her tired little face, the Dark Blade King looked back at the burning city behind him, he sighed, and brushed the girl's hair with his hand.
"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 store are seriously insufficient. Once the undead surround us, we can only last for 5 days at most. This is still under the condition that the fortress is not breached."
Lord Ashvane and his chubby wife sat beside Queen Catherine, and on the other side of the table sat Lord Norvington, who commanded the knights, and Lord Stormsong, who had come from Stormsong Valley, Kultila The most famous people in Sri Lanka are here, and the arm of Queen Catherine, who presides over the meeting, is wrapped with a thick bandage. The room exudes a strong smell of herbs, mixed with a smell of rotting flesh.
The weapons of the death knights are entangled with death energy, and being cut means that they will be infected. The queen should be glad that it was not a high-level knight who mastered the necrotic disease who cut her, otherwise, could she leave a wound at this time? Fate is an unknown.
But in the current dire situation, the queen had no choice but to pull herself together and support herself with a pale face. She knew that she could not fall down.
"The reason for going from Boralus to Stormsong Valley is still clear. The soldiers under my command are guarding there tightly. We should transfer the civilians to the valley first, where the undead have not yet threatened."
Lord Stormsong suggested calmly:
"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 leading directly to the inland. The coastline on the west side is guarded by Fort Daelin, but on the east side, that It's almost flat, once the undead attack from the sea, with the strength of Stormsong Valley, even with the help of the tidesages, it will be difficult to stop them."
Lord Norvington is a knight skilled in bow and horse. He used to be the great knight of the previous King Kurturas, and he was trusted by the Proudmoore family. He gave his advice from the perspective of a commander:
"So what I mean is, we can't divert too many civilians to the valley, where there are only a few fortresses that occupy the advantage of the terrain. At this time, when the Tiragarde Strait and Drustvar are all occupied, we want to It is no longer realistic to counterattack the island... What I want to say is, everyone, we should consider evacuating the mainland."
"Are you mad, Sir Norvington?"
Lord Ashvane vetoed the proposal:
"Not to mention that the only place that can accommodate so many civilians at one time is the wild land of Tol Barad. Secondly, we don't have a fleet that can transport civilians at all. The merchant ships in the port are blocked by those disgusting pirates. Now that place has been occupied by undead, your idea is just whimsical!"
"The Temple of Storms still has a fleet, and there are some newly launched merchant ships in the shipyard of Stormsong's shipyard...Although it is only a supply ship that we usually use to transport supplies, there is still no way to transport people to Tol Barad That's too much of a problem."
Lord Stormsong stroked the black sea sculpture ring on his finger, and whispered:
"When fully loaded, it can transport nearly ten thousand people at a time..."
"not enough!"
Lady Ashvane quickly calculated on the paper with a pen. After a while, 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 send two-thirds of the civilians. Unless our fleet can come back, this time can be greatly shortened, or, use the portal... I remember There is a teleportation hall in the fortress, Catherine? Catherine, are you okay?"
Lady Ashvane's call brought back the distracted queen's thoughts. Ever since she was injured, this resolute queen has been a little out of her mind. 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 it can only pass through a maximum of 5 people at a time."
While everyone was talking, the door of the room was pushed open by the guard, and a tidesage with a white beard walked into the room quickly, and handed a letter to Lord Stormsong, who held it in his hand, Opening it, a gleam of light suddenly burst out in the 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. They are full of elite soldiers of the Empire. Soon, they will reach Tiragarde Strait. Our king ...came back!"