Dragon of Scourge

Chapter 91 Conflict (for Subscription)

"Ahhh! Why! Why is this happening! The attackers were not found!
The city has once again suffered a huge blow!
Obviously you can use spells to bomb one after another!Why didn't he do it from the beginning?Is he playing us?What does he take us for?
My city... my city!It's over! "

In the basement, under the soft light, the Irish Viscount let out an extremely shrill howl, knelt down on the ground, crying and wailing in pain and despair.

Just now, after learning of the losses and casualties, he almost collapsed. He can guess how many citizens will leave the city tomorrow morning.

If this momentum is not stopped.

Even if not all the citizens in the city were burned to death, they would probably all flee!

At that time, the entire Irish city will be a ghost city!
As a viscount, he exists in name only!
"Send someone! Send someone to inform His Majesty the King! Tell His Majesty the King to call on the legendary Fa-Saint-Mael! Only he! Only he can save us!"

The Viscountess covered her head, as if she had found a life-saving straw, she yelled.

"Ma'am! With all due respect! His Excellency the legendary Dharma Saint, did not attend the magic conference two years ago, he may..."

Grand Master Nanjia had a good look on his face, and paused at this point.

"Possibly what? You don't want to tell me that His Excellency the Fasheng has fallen?"

"No, what I mean is, Your Excellency the Fasheng, maybe you are still traveling around different planes, madam, you have to know that when you reach the level of a legendary spellcaster, the whole world is no longer under their shackles.

The universe is infinite, His Excellency Fa Sheng may have already left to explore a new path. "

"Then what should we do? Can we just let the attackers run rampant? Your Excellency the Fasheng is not here! Then invite those level 19 and level 18 spellcasters to come over!"

Everyone was silent for a while after hearing the words. Are spellcasters of this level really willing to fight a spellcaster who is infinitely close to legend for them?
They don't know.

But he didn't continue to persuade the Viscountess who was already close to madness.

"By the way, how many people have escaped in the city now?"

The Irish Viscount spoke suddenly, his voice a little tired and low.

"Probably nearly 1 people have run away."

"1 people..." The Irish Viscount held back a sigh when he heard the words.

"Continue on like this, within a few days, this city will be destroyed in my hands! This is absolutely impossible! You... go and give me orders..."

At the end of the Viscount Ireland's words, his complexion had become gloomy like a ghost.

When the people around heard his last words, their expressions changed several times.

The next day, early in the morning.

The sky was gray and it was still dark, but the whole city was bustling with activity.

Of course, this kind of excitement is not festive!

On a street.

A group of people rushed towards the city gate with their families and suitcases in their hands!

They are going to leave this city cursed by the gods and constantly punished by heaven!
Today, there are more and more people who are pessimistic about the future of the city. They are more and more convinced that the Viscount offended the gods, so he will suffer this kind of disaster!

If you want to live, you must leave this city!

The citizens can't bear it anymore, that anytime, anywhere, there is a reality and a future that may die!

Even if this walk, there are a lot of property, the real estate will be wiped out!

But at least, life is still alive, isn't it?

But just as they walked to the gate of the city, they found that a large number of people had already gathered here.

The city gate was closed, and a large number of soldiers wearing armor formed a human wall, blocking the way.

"Open the door! Open the door! Why don't you let us out of the city!? We are not prisoners! You bastards have no right to do this!"

A group of leaders yelled and shouted in the front, and couldn't help breaking into the human wall built by the soldiers.

Facing the onslaught of the people, the soldiers looked bitter.

"Everyone be quiet! Be quiet! The disaster will be over soon! Please believe in our Lord Viscount! He will find the attacker soon! Return the city to the peace of the past! Everyone be quiet!"

"You fart! It's been more than a month! How many times has the Irish Viscount said this? Do you think we still believe it?"

"This is God's punishment! The Viscount Ireland has offended the gods! We are innocent! We will never die with this bastard! Let us go!"

"You bastards! Do you really want us all to die here? Let us go!

Do you think I don't know?You bastards!Have you already moved your family away?

You just want us to stay and die! "

The citizens yelled and shouted, and the intensity of the impact intensified in vain.

But this was still firmly blocked by the soldiers.

Until one of the citizens lost control of his emotions, he pulled out a dagger from behind in vain, and stabbed a soldier to death!
"Damn you! Damn you all! It's because of you bastards! Keep saying that the assailant can be found immediately! The city will restore peace immediately!

I actually believed you guys!and then!my wife!my child!And my parents!
All dead!Now!You guys still want to lie to me!Unforgivable!Unforgivable! "

The leader roared angrily, drew out his dagger, and stabbed another soldier viciously!
But at the next moment, an archer on the city wall shot out suddenly, and an arrow shot directly through the throat of the leader!

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" The leader fell down in vain.

At this moment, all the citizens howled in fear.

He rushed forward more impatiently.

"Stop it all! Go back! I'll count to ten and if anyone is within ten meters of the city wall! I'll shoot anyone!"

A cold shout sounded, making all the citizens quiet.

But not many people pay attention.

Until... Whoosh!There was another sound of piercing through the air, and a leader was shot through the neck and fell in a pool of blood.

At this moment, many people in the community were scared and backed away.

But there were still some who broke out in a more violent manner, charged into the wall of people, and started conflicts with the soldiers.

swoosh swish...

At this moment, arrow after arrow, more and more people were shot and killed. It was not until about a quarter of an hour before all the leaders retreated.

But as a result, a mess was left behind, with at least a dozen corpses. Their faces were ferocious, and they glared at the soldiers guarding the city like ghosts.

Seeing this, the soldiers felt sorry for each other, but at the same time they breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a bitter smile:
"Captain, is it really right for us to do this?"

"There's no way around it! No one would have thought that in just over a month, the once bustling city of Ayr would turn into this ghostly state!
Almost 1 people in the entire territory ran away!If this continues, the city will be destroyed!

That's why Lord Viscount gave the death order. "

The captain holding the longbow smiled wryly and sighed.

Everyone's heart is even heavier, they don't know when this kind of day will end.

(End of this chapter)