Everyone was moved.

Severed arm blood, the oldest way to curse and sever ties in Azeroth, witnessed by the stars and gods, can produce a mysterious power, and from then on, the blood in the body of the cursed person is no longer a member of the Zenit royal family.

"Okay, okay, since you want to break off the relationship, then from now on, I will no longer be your son. Christo roared angrily: "I will imprison you and let you see with your own eyes, I will unify the Zenit Empire, kill Arshavin, Domingos, Natasha and your children, all of them, and peel that bullshit Chambord City, and the damned Chambord King Alexander, into an empty human skin, and hang it in front of you day and night, so that you will suffer for eternity." ”

"Christo, you brute, you are simply not human, I will kill you......" In the distance, suddenly, there was a loud shout, and a dazzling fighting aura broke through the sky and attacked.

......

North City Gate.

The fighting here has reached the point of tragedy.

The Zenit Empire has more than 60,000 troops, displayed here, under the wisdom of the witch Paris, fearlessly holding the position, even if it is cut into minced meat by the Barcelonans, without taking a step back, a large number of stumps and broken arms, corpses and all kinds of blood-stained rocks, piled up on both sides of the city gate and outside, forming a safe passage, and the people in the acropolis rush out from this only way of life, and rush in the direction of Chambord City by night.

Paris the Witch is also involved in the battle at the forefront of the battle.

Her long white dress has been completely dyed blood red, on her peerless cheeks, a shocking sword mark almost cut open half of her face, there are many wounds on her delicate body, between her eyebrows, but it is still a firm and calm color, standing at the top, while directing the army to fight, while wielding a scimitar, slashing the Barcelona people who are trying to rush up.

In the desperate protection of the army, the civilians quickly passed through this only passage and escaped from this hell on earth by night.

"How much escaped?" Paris asked aloud.

"My lord, it's hard to calculate, but the city thinks that there are more and more people coming here, and my subordinates just found that there are some nobles, with guards and property, mixed among the civilians, trying to get out of the city......" An officer below replied in a loud voice.

"Order, only civilians can go out of the city, women and children are given priority, if you find that the nobles are mixed in, regardless of the rank, they will be executed immediately, and they will be killed," Paris waved his knife and slashed the three Barcelona warriors in front of him, and said coldly: "Enjoy the imperial title and the royal title, you will die for the empire!"

"Yes!"

The battle is getting hotter and hotter.

Every second, a large number of lives are lost.

The North Gate is like a meat grinder, on which countless creatures are wiped out.

......

"Your Highness, go, go!"

The young Zenit soldiers blocked the sharp swords and steel knives of the Barcelonans with their own flesh and blood, spurting blood from their mouths, and before they died, they yelled and urged the second prince Domingos to leave immediately.

The military department is already about to fall.

"In the Zenit Empire, there are only princes killed in battle, and there are no cowards who surrender. ”

Dominguez was determined to die, and although he was seriously injured, his eyes burned with fierce fighting spirit, and he would not retreat.

This prince, who was once ridiculed by countless Zenit nobles for being too handsome and feminine like a woman, showed his fierceness and strength at this moment, which embarrassed countless Predators.

And it was this hour snatched from the hands of death that allowed all kinds of orders to flow out of here, giving the most vivid guidance to the imperial soldiers who were still fighting in the city, and also guiding the panicked civilians towards the only way to survive at the north gate.

The second prince and Paris, a pair of tacit partners who have been tacitly understanding for many years, did their best to preserve a trace of blood for the Zenit Empire on this dangerous and bloody night.

Now, the warriors around Domingos are dying one by one.

In the end, he was the only one left.

Behind him, in the Supreme Hall of the Military Department, there were less than a hundred civilian staff officers still manipulating the magic machine to issue the final orders.

"Kill him, he's the prince of the Zenits, cut off his head, it's a great achievement!"

Montoya hid in the crowd and shouted.

He was also injured in the previous battle with Domingos, and was so frightened by the second prince's life-fighting style that he never dared to fight face to face again.

"Haha, if you want to kill me, you have to pay the price!"

The second prince burst into flames, jumped into the air, rushed into the crowd of Barcelona soldiers, and in a blink of an eye, he came to Montoya, laughing and waving his sword.

Montoya's soul flew into the sky and swung his sword to fight back.

Burst!

The long knife plunged into Domingos's chest with unmistakable accuracy, piercing his heart.

Montoya's face flashed with a look of astonishment and ecstasy.

But—

Shout!

A ray of sword light flickered, and Montoya's head rose to the sky, blood erupting in his chest like a fountain.

The second prince actually exchanged his life for his life, and he didn't care about Montoya's long knife at all, and took the opportunity to cut off the head of this rising star of Barcelona with a sword.

Puff puff!

The sound of a sword piercing through the body came densely.

In an instant, countless spears, steel knives, and sharp swords pierced the body of the second prince.

"Die!" he roared, bursting out with the last strength of his moon-level powerhouse, and slashed out with a backhand sword, the arc of light slashed the surrounding Barcelona soldiers into meat sauce, and then with five or six sharp weapons stuck in his body, he jumped in the air and stumbled down on the steps of the Supreme Council Hall.

Dominguez condescendingly looked down at the Barcelonans who had been completely stunned by this indescribable martial bravery, his body shook, and he laughed and said: "The prince of the northern giant bear, how can he die at the hands of your lowly demons, haha, although St. Petersburg is broken today, you don't have to be proud for long, and when Chambord Alexander returns, the imperial capital of Barcelona, Camp Nou, you will have to pay the same price tonight, hahaha......"

In the midst of laughter, he stumbled into the Supreme Council Hall, and together with the remaining hundred or so civilian officials, he detonated the last magic array.

Boom Boom!!!

The entire hall exploded and collapsed, and thousands of pounds of rubble and stone pillars collapsed, blowing up and burying all the people inside.

In the bright night sky, a bright star pierced the darkness, holding a dazzling tail, and fell!

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