Chapter 459: Burning Tristram

Outside the city of Tristram, smoke filled the air.

The self-destruction of the evil orcs caused great trouble to the defenders. The energy consumption of the sheltering circle was very large. Judging from the speed of consumption, the energy reserves could last for up to a month.

As a last resort, Vasek ordered to open the gap reserved by the magic circle and let some enemies into the city to surround and annihilate them. Evil orcs and flaming zombies swarmed in.

The reserve energy consumption of the magic circle was reduced, but the number of defenders killed suddenly increased.

At the foot of the city wall, Vasek threw the shield in his hand, and several evil orcs that rushed towards him were instantly knocked away. They were torn apart in the air and exploded into flesh and blood.

The shield drew a bloody arc in the air and finally returned to its owner's hands.

Such a result was not caused by him, but by the evil orcs who launched a self-destruction, but it was not close enough to him and did not cause much effective damage.

Vasek panted tiredly. After fighting all night, breathing was a burden.

As the morning sun rose, the gray fog in the sky gradually dissipated. He looked around and saw only corpses on the ground, some of which were set on fire.

A Crusader's face was completely corroded, leaving a scar as big as a bowl.

Next to him, a priest had half of his face smashed with a blunt object. Next to the priest's flail, lay a headless flaming zombie.

The burnt smell and foul smell mixed together, making people feel nauseous.

Hamiti came closer. The armor was covered with burnt black marks and dark green corroded marks:

"Archbishop, please retreat first, and we will support you for a while.

I found that there were very few self-destructing orcs left by the enemy, and the flame zombie troops were retreating. We withstood the enemy's attack! "

There were not many enemies left deliberately put into the city, and the defenders ushered in the dawn of victory.

Vasek showed a smile that was uglier than crying, retreated to the city wall, slowly slid down and sat down with his back against the city wall.

The last stubbornness of the gray fog was annihilated by the sun, which illuminated the earth. The remaining flame zombies withdrew a few kilometers and set up camp in the burned forest.

Human troops began to clean the battlefield, treat the surviving wounded, and the airship responsible for reconnaissance landed from high altitude.

Vasek and Hamiti had just returned to the temporary headquarters in the church and sat down to take a breath. The guard came in and reported:

"Archbishop, airship captain Marcus is waiting outside."

Vasek put down the water glass and said hoarsely:

"Please."

After the guards took the order and went out, Marcus, who had a gray beard on his cheeks, walked into the room. He was wearing a white, starched priest's robe, and his temples were stained with wind and frost.

"Archbishop, Lord Hamiti, Marcus is here to report!"

He saluted respectfully and then continued:

"I just conducted a close reconnaissance in Bly City and found that a large number of green-skinned orcs came out and were marching towards Tristram City. I visually estimated that there were at least 5,000 units.

The number of bombs carried by the airship was too small, and a round of bombing did not achieve much results. "

Hamiti nodded slightly and said:

"We know, thank you for the information, thank you for your hard work.

Go back and rest, Tristram still needs you to provide information support by flying the airship. "

"This is what I should do, for the church, for the Lord of Fire!"

Marcus bowed slightly and turned to leave.

Vasek looked at the other person's slightly hunched back and said:

“Marcus has been loyal to the church for more than forty years, and I don’t know how he will feel when facing the ruins of Bly City.

Fortunately, he is strong enough and still retains his faith in our Lord, otherwise..."

He did not continue and let out a long sigh.

After a short silence, Hamiti said:

"Based on last night's battle, if the enemy keeps sending troops to attack, we won't be able to survive for more than a month.

Archbishop, prepare to retreat, otherwise when the Holy Army troops in the city are exhausted too much, the believers in the city will become the spoils of the enemy. "

The city's protective array has only five levels, which is far from comparable to the Holy See's array.

In addition, due to its geographical location very close to the city of Bly, Tristram City has a smaller number of Crusaders than other dioceses, making it difficult to deal with successive bloody battles.

“I know, but it’s not good for military morale if we announce our retreat just after the war starts.

If you persist for a few more days and the intensity of the war gradually increases, it will become much easier to execute the retreat.

In addition, I need you to go to nearby cities and try to get as many airships as possible no matter what method you use.

It would be best if we could requisition a large transport boat from the Chamber of Commerce, and price would not be an issue. "

Vasek leaned forward, approached his deputy who had been following him for many years, and said in a low voice:

"You first move our bishop-level family members and valuables to Darrow County. One or two days will be enough for us to finish the move.

At that time, the decision to withdraw will be announced. "

Hamiti opened his mouth, hesitated to speak, and finally lowered his eyes:

"Okay, I'll do it right away.

The enemy's attack will inevitably continue. Archbishop, please take care. "

What could he say? !

Now he understands the Archbishop's thoughts. Now that he has announced the order to retreat, the airship will be scrambled by everyone. Even if they are the city's decision-makers, they can't suppress everyone's opinions. Some of their family members and belongings will inevitably be left behind.

He couldn't bear the death of his believers under enemy attacks, and he couldn't bear the death of his relatives in front of his eyes.

"I can rest assured that you can handle the matter. I have already told a few of my confidant bishops that we will try our best to streamline the packing, let the family members squeeze in, and try to move them all at once."

Vasek patted the deputy on the shoulder and said:

"With all our families moved away, we can fight against the enemy with all our hearts, without fear of life or death."

Three hours later, eight airships took off from Tristram City and flew to the northwest in a row.

Vasek watched the airship go away, feeling a little more at ease.

The roar gradually faded away, but the thunderous war drums beat, and a large number of evil orcs, driven by the flaming zombies, launched another attack on Tristram City.

The wild roar filled the eardrums like the roaring wind.

Vasek's face changed slightly. According to their intelligence, flame zombies rarely move under the scorching sun during the day. It is now noon, and these flame zombies should be hiding in the shadows to rest.

The self-destruction damage of the green-skinned orc is not low. If it self-destructs at close range, it can cause third-order apex level damage.

He hurried back to the headquarters, put on his armor with the help of his guards, and hurried towards the city wall.

When he came to the city wall, he saw green-skinned orcs all over the mountains and plains with bloody red light on their chests, rushing into the city like a bursting river.

He glanced at it, and his heart suddenly sank. The number of orcs was definitely more than 5,000. It seemed that the enemy had sent reinforcements while the airship was resting.

The 'tide' of green-skinned orcs was also mixed with a few even bigger and bloated orcs. These orcs were as tall as a floor, covered in red, and extremely conspicuous.

At this time, the evil beasts had already begun a suicide attack, and patches of dark green bloomed on the light shield of the protective circle.

The tall red orc collided with the protective magic circle. Scarlet flowers bloomed on the dark green background. Amidst the roar, the light shield of the magic circle began to shake.

As more evil orcs attack the protective circle, the light shield shakes more violently.

Vasek was panicked. The defensive limit of the magic circle was there. He knew very well that it would only behave like this if it was continuously attacked by five levels.

Through last night's battle, he understood that ordinary green-skinned orcs could not cause such strong damage, so only those new types of orcs could cause such huge damage.

However, the enemy can cause such a strong attack. Even if he leads his troops to fight, he will definitely not be his opponent.

He is only a fourth-level transcendent. Facing an enemy capable of unleashing fifth-level attacks, he is not at the same level.

'what to do? ’

Vasek asked himself in his mind. Only then did he realize that the enemy's attack last night was not effective at all. Judging from the current attack density, it would be good if the protective formation could last for three or four days.

Just when he was restless, he suddenly felt a frightening force approaching rapidly. Even though he was separated by the magic circle, he still felt that his soul was trembling.

He raised his head and saw black and red fire falling from the sky and hitting the light shield of the magic circle head on.

The world became silent, and the light shield of the magic circle shattered into a sky-filled aura, which was then enveloped in black-red fire and fell from the sky.

The torrent of flames composed of the law of mutation fell in the center of the city. With a dull and huge impact, St. Martin's Cathedral was wiped out in an instant. The huge shock wave kicked up smoke and dust more than ten meters high and spread outward.

The buildings closest to the center of the explosion were like castles piled on the beach, scattered into yellow sand when blown by the strong wind.

‘It’s over.’ Vasek turned around and saw a scene that frightened him, and he understood that the situation was over.

The city's protective circle was broken, the church was destroyed, and the pitiful dreams that humans wanted to stick to were shattered into debris on the ground.

Escape, there is an airship at the parking lot, there is still a glimmer of hope to leave now.

Wasek forced himself to calm down, turned around and ran towards the parking lot with trembling legs, ignoring the calls of the guards behind him.

The airship is on standby and equipped with a full crew, ready to take off at any time.

After the huge change occurred, there were bursts of wailing in the city.

Vasek ran wildly among the ruins, knocking away everyone who blocked him. The parking lot was in the northwest of the city, far away from the center of the explosion, so he would not be greatly affected.

When he ran to the parking lot, he saw that the airship was still there and was not damaged, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

This is his only hope. The enemy who breaks through the defense of the protective circle will attack again at any time. If he stays here for one more second, he will be in danger.

As for his responsibilities as an archbishop, he has already forgotten about it. He is facing a fatal threat, so he can't care about anything else!

He ran towards the airship as fast as he could in his life. When he entered the airship, he became furious:

"You said that the airship captain failed to carry out the church's orders and left his post without authorization?!"

His eyes seemed to be able to spit out fire, and anger burned in his chest.

"Archbishop, the airship captain's family lives near St. Martin's Cathedral. Looking down from the high tower in the parking lot, he found that there was an attack there. The airship captain was responsible for the safety of his family, so he rushed back.

The airship captain said that he would be gone for an hour at most and would come back as quickly as possible. "

The person who answered was the assistant of the airship captain, a young man about twenty-three or four years old.

"How long has he been gone?"

Vasek was angry and anxious. St. Martin's Cathedral was attacked by a powerful law. With the cathedral as the center, the surrounding area within a few hundred meters was in ruins.

The airship captain’s family must have become dead souls. Even if he is still alive, he must have been seriously injured.

Without waiting for anyone else to answer, Vasek said again:

"Let me ask, among these people who are still injured by airships, who would still fly an airship?"

The enemy must have invaded the city now. When the airship comes back, whether it can leave is still a question.

"Me," the young man who just spoke raised his hand and continued:

"My name is Harry. I have been an assistant to the airship captain for nine years and have more than twenty hours of practical piloting experience.

The airship captain has promised that next year he will focus on training me to become the next airship captain. "

"Okay, it's you. Now you start the airship immediately, and we will take off immediately and head to Daron County."

"Waiting for the airship to grow?" Harry was a little anxious and explained:

"I don't have much driving experience. If there is an emergency, I probably won't be able to fly the airship safely."

A novice pilot does not have much confidence in flying an airship, let alone performing a flight mission without the on-site command of the airship captain.

His driving experience was accumulated under the supervision of the airship captain. He had no experience of driving alone.

Now that I was asked to pilot the airship alone, I felt inexplicably panicked.

It’s too late. If we leave later, we will probably stay here forever. Vasek shook his head and said solemnly:

"Harry, as the Cardinal Archbishop of Tristram City, I order you to launch the airship and take off immediately.

Don't worry and do it boldly. If you don't try things yourself, you will never learn.

I believe you are capable enough to fly an airship, you just lacked a chance before. "

Under his instigation, Harry began to drive alone. The young man still had real skills. The airship took off smoothly, adjusted its direction, and flew out of Tristram.

Vasek patted the airship assistant on the shoulder and smiled: "Harry, you did it, I'm proud of you!"

"Thank you Archbishop for your encouragement, if"

Before he finished speaking, Vasek's face suddenly changed, and his spiritual sense was frantically warning him that something life-threatening was about to happen.

In Tristram City, many people witnessed a huge flaming spear striking the sky and hitting the airship that took off from the parking lot.

The airship instantly turned into a huge fireball, and then the airship exploded violently, scattering countless parts over the city like a goddess scattering flowers.

In the camp of the flaming zombies, Hasut looked at the huge 'fireball' falling from the sky and smiled contemptuously. It was absolutely impossible to escape from this city!

Yes, it was the attack that just destroyed the airship.

It looked down at the beloved ones at its feet and said:

"Come in and kill as much as you want. I want the entire kingdom to be bathed in my bursting flames and spread my reputation throughout the kingdom."

When night fell, the city of Tristram was burning. The heat wave washed away the gray fog in the sky and dyed the night sky red, just like the city of Bly under the red moon night that day.