"They are true warriors, who have not hesitated to charge, and tonight they will toast with the god Orugar and his twelve warriors and the heroes and martyrs in Hawagad. They will always fight, they will always revel, they will always have no pain, no death, and they will always watch us, with us," Gravel said in a loud voice in Norlan from the docks of the harbor, dressed in white

The armies of Noslan stretched as far as the coast could see, and they were the bravest warriors.

Finally the archers fired their arrows at the boats, which drifted out to sea to follow Orugar's call

It was the highest form of funeral in Northland and was enjoyed only by kings.

After the funeral, the wildest and bloodiest revenge of the Norslands is about to begin.

However, at this time, the nobles of Purin Harbor felt completely out of the way, and they did not even have any intention of escaping the city.

They thought that the city defense force seemed to have achieved great results after dealing with some of the remaining Norslan soldiers and wounded.

Although these nobles still live a life of fine clothes and food, they are the same as usual, but the people at the bottom are not so lucky.

To the west of the city, where the nobles and lords of Drake still occupy, there were a large number of refugees who fled the east side of the city with their belongings and became homeless vagrants.

The city defense army did not have a good attitude towards them, but just drove them together and concentrated them to manage. Those ordinary citizens who used to think that the world was peaceful have tasted the bitter fruit, and when the disaster comes, they don't even have a dagger to defend themselves around.

They laugh at those who prepare, those who plan ahead, but they don't know that they deserve to be laughed at. Among these refugees, there are many people who usually think that they are doing well, they look down on the people at the bottom, and now they are reduced to the bottom.

Gravel's order this time was that no matter who the other party was, as long as it was not a Norselan, he would dispose of it at will and kill them all.

At one time, three Norslan armies, namely Bevman's army, Holf's army, and Gravel's direct troops, fought from three separate routes to the west of Purin Harbor.

The city defense army, which was still standing guard on the blockade line, saw a large number of angry and murderous Norslans killed. Suddenly, their psychological defenses collapsed.

Anna and Roderick led Gravel's direct forces from the middle lane to directly prepare to attack the lord's residence.

There was a man in the city guard who was supposed to be in charge of guarding the city gates, he was a native of Puhambour, and he had spent money at home to become an Imperial soldier. Now she is still being transferred to the defensive front, and despite her family's desperate efforts, it is still to no avail.

The nobles and lords in the west of the city, they don't know what the situation is in the east of the city, they only know that it is not that simple.

When the city defender saw the first Noslan attacking, he was deeply struck, and he ran like a beast, fierce and swift, and in an instant he came to them.

There was no time to react, although the crossbowmen of the city defense army also fired at these barbarians.

But they were either dodged or parried with their shields, and not only that, but they also threw axes and javelins against the Imperial city defenders.

In front of them, these people even used the shield wall formation that the heavy infantry loved to use, and the defense was not leaky, except for a few Norslands who died in the charge, and the Empire's crossbowmen caused them little loss.

However, the fate of the Imperial crossbowmen who were close to these Norslans in large numbers can be imagined.

It's not a war, it's just a massacre. After leaving behind the corpses of the Imperial city defenders and the broken purple lion banner of Lord Drake, the army of the three Norslands surrounded the fortress where the lord lived with lightning speed.

The Norslands stopped their attack, and their lord called for the flowery Narlander to be brought out.

Standing under the high walls of the fortress, Narland was extremely embarrassed, and the nobles of the empire were shocked to see this scene, they knew that they were already a turtle in an urn, and they had no chance to escape.

In desperation, these nobles had no choice but to surrender.

Blood for blood, eye for eye

There is no word for surrender in the Norslans, who, at the command of Horf, set up a ladder and began to storm the fortress.

Not even giving surrender, these barbarians are really excessive.

Storming the halls of the luxurious Lord's Fortress, the Norsland warriors began to scatter in search of Lord Drake Aldrich's whereabouts.

The panicked maids, some of them were killed, and some of them were beaten on the spot by the Norsland soldiers.

None of the other nobles who had taken refuge here escaped the capture of the Norslans. This lord's fortress is truly magnificent and breathtaking.

These Norslands have never seen these treasures, magnificent wonders. What kind of artificial horses made of ceramics, what statues of seven gods made of white jade, all kinds of exotic flowers and plants, huge fountain pools, golden statues, etc., opened the eyes of these Norsland warriors who had been fighting for so long.

Take away what you can take, take what you can't take away, and destroy what you can't take in situ.

It's so barbaric, it's so tough, it's so domineering. This is strength, and the world still has to rely on strength to speak.

Finally, in one of the fortress's sewers to the outside world, the Norslands intercepted the old bone Drake. This information is still an attendant's, or it is really possible to be escaped by this old guy.

Holf rewarded the squire by cutting off his head with his own hands, and he hated traitors the most.

The old lord was captured in Gravel's camp, and tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.

The city defense army has completely collapsed, and there is no resistance in the city for a while, and it is doomed that some people will become fish on the chopping block of others.

Due to the swiftness of the Norslands' attacks, few refugees fled the city, and the city was completely controlled by the Norslands.

No one expected that after so many days of fighting, the Norslands would hold on to control the city.

Faced with enemies several times their size, they finally conquered the economic lifeblood of the empire, Port Pullin, known as the Land of Storms.

At this time, Horf, Bevmann, and Gravel divided the city into three parts, with Bevmann in the north, Horf in the west, and Gravel in the east.

Just like that, a real is about to begin, an unprecedented disaster.

Every Delman's nightmare, this economic powerhouse, is about to turn into a hell on earth.