By the time Carl Colin came to his senses, the battle was over.

Feeling the wound that was still aching, the witcher struggled to get up from the broken pillar, still looking around in a trance.

After slaying the last corrupting demon who crawled out, the gray-eyed boy silently put away his two short swords and watched the surroundings vigilantly, while the alchemists and dwarven engineers in the Horn Fortress also came out one after another to renovate the floating city that had just completed its "first voyage".

In the ruins of the palace of kings, there was a dead silence.

In the dim light, Carl Colin skillfully took out the bandage and bandaged the wound, but his gaze remained on the corpse of the recruit; It was as if I was still faintly expecting it to open.

Is... Obviously, I have found so much trouble for myself, and I have been very annoyed from the beginning......

Slightly stunned, the witcher subconsciously looked back and saw the black-haired wizard standing behind him, his right hand on his shoulder.

"Duke, I ......"

Noticing the other man's embarrassed expression, Loren interrupted him with a wave of his hand.

"It's my fault. The black-haired wizard said calmly, "I should have guessed a long time ago... No, it should have been from the beginning that 'Black Cross' Serial wouldn't have just targeted a small Silverhelm mountain, he could corrupt the leader of the centaur tribe and do the same to the dwarves. ”

"If you don't make a quick decision and break through in the most dangerous situation, if you don't stop him in the palace of the kings... This battle will not be won so easily. ”

“...... Be. "The witcher really didn't know how to answer.

He just looked at the recruit's face in a daze, clenching his right hand expressionlessly, and he didn't realize that his nails were torn open in his palm.

"You guys fought tenaciously, much to my surprise... To be honest, I couldn't have done better on my own. ”

“...... Be. ”

With each word the black-haired wizard spoke, the witcher's right hand became a little harder.

"Lord Loren, all the Corrupting Demons have been swept away. ”

Lusen, who was on the sidelines, walked over and wiped the blade in his hand: "All the tunnel entrances have been blocked by the rubble - at least for a short time, those monsters will not be able to climb out again." ”

"In addition, all the exits, stairs, and passages of the palace of the kings have been completely blocked, and with the current manpower in the Horn Fortress, it will take at least two days to clean up. ”

"Don't worry, we don't have to go through the main door. Loren turned his head and said to Horn Fort Nunu behind him: "At most, two quarters of an hour, we can fly straight out." ”

"Then, let's go and put an end to this three-year civil war!"

Looking at Isaac, who was shouting and flaunting his might on the Horn Fort, the gray-eyed boy nodded, his expression quite skeptical.

"Wait a minute!"

Carl Colin, who was in a trance, suddenly stood up with an expression of "I thought I heard it wrong": "You are going to end this civil war?!"

The black-haired wizard and Lusen looked at each other, then looked at him strangely, "Uh... What's wrong?"

"Now?!"

“...... Right now. ”

"Immediately?!"

“...... Immediately. ”

"To stop the rebels from attacking the city, and at the same time persuade the current High King to surrender, that former Grand Celebrant Igor told him to give up resistance?!"

"Hmm... Basically, in this order. ”

“......”

Looking at the black-haired wizard and Lusen in front of him, Carl Colin couldn't say a word, completely stunned.

I thought that the recruit who always liked self-righteousness was crazy enough, but it turned out that reality always gave him new "surprises".

"You seem to have some misunderstanding. ”

Coughing lightly, Loren interrupted the witcher who seemed to want to continue asking: "I won't explain what I know, all in all... Ahem, I'm not alone. ”

Glancing at the floating city behind him, Carl Colin's expression still didn't change.

Although it was the first time he had seen this floating city, he didn't think that this "building" the size of a knight's fortress at most could hide an army of tens of thousands of dwarves in Cloud Peak City.

"I'll give you another hint - how did I get here?" asked Loren patiently.

"Uh... Flew over?"

"From the Byrne border to the peak of the clouds, we have to pass through at least twelve city-state fortresses of the Yunling Kingdom, two-thirds of which are more than a hundred meters above sea level, and they are fully capable of using various projectile weapons to defeat the floating city. ”

"So what do you think of how we swaggered past them without the permission of the High King......" Loren chuckled and said, step by step:

"In the end, I can still appear in front of you unharmed?"

The witcher frowned, his eyelids jumping as he looked at the black-haired wizard's expectant expression.

If the real culprit behind the entire civil war is the Supreme King, and without getting any orders, the dwarven fortress in the north of the entire Yunling Kingdom actually let Byrne's floating city pass by?

Wait, wait, it's hard to ......

"Hmm. The black-haired wizard gave him a meaningful look:

"I feel like you're getting it. ”

....................................

The flames of war in the sky gradually burned out, but the battle in Cloud Peak City never showed signs of ending.

The fighting gradually decreased, but the skirmishes never stopped, and on the one hand, the rebels who poured into the city were completely scattered, and even broke out with each other.

The dwarven city-states under the semi-feudal system were relatively independent, and their contradictions were no less than their hatred of the High King, and they could still exercise a little restraint when they had a common goal, and when the city defenses were breached, there was nothing to suppress them.

The destruction of the palace of the kings, and the unknown fate of the "real" supreme king, made the dwarven warriors from more than a dozen city-states completely lose their purpose, and it became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The cresting rebel soldiers who roared from the corners of their mouths were still pounding at the already crumbling barricades, while the lone warriors of the royal army hid behind shield walls, fences, and watchtowers, constantly making new corpses with crossbow arrows and throwing guns.

The endless and long street fighting has made both sides forget what they were fighting for in the first place, and only approached the enemy in front of the mechanical killing, weapon in hand.

Simple watchtowers and fences mean nothing in the face of a truly formed army, but in the narrow alleys they become a real "flesh mill" - a dozen dwarves, even if they are not warriors, as long as they have heavy crossbows, throwing spears and shields by their side, they can hold back several times the army.

From dozens of dwarven city-states, tens of thousands of troops, around this humble barricade to carry out the most tragic battles.

On the other hand, although he had concentrated all the forces of Cloud Peak, he had to constantly maneuver and encircle and suppress the Corrupt Demon gushing out of the underground tunnel, and the forces in the hands of Dwarf Igor were already stretched.

In the face of the rebels who were several times their own strength and scattered throughout Cloud Peak City, His Majesty the Supreme King, who had just been crowned for less than half a day, really did not have the spare strength to launch a counterattack and drive the rebels out of the city.

What's more, what he is facing now is not only the problem of insufficient troops, but as the news of "the previous supreme king is still alive, and the great ceremonial official Igor usurped power and rebelled" spread with the rebels scattered into the city, even the legal principle of his coronation as the successor supreme king began to waver!

In such a situation, not to mention "surrendering and rebelling", the dwarf Igor is even beginning to gradually lose control of his army, and can only rely on his former authority and the constant appearance of enemies to keep them obeying his orders.

He didn't even think about what had fallen from the sky before, turning the palace of kings into ruins—because he really didn't have that energy anymore!

In a sense, Igor now wished that the High King had been crushed to pieces under the rubble, lest he suddenly appear and seize power with himself.

Of course, he would never say such inhumane words......

Looking at the palace of kings in the distance, which had become a ruin, the dwarf Igor's cheeks twitched a few times, snorted coldly, and turned his gaze to the battlefield in front of him again.

"How's the battle going, has the situation improved?"

"It's still a stalemate. The captain of the dwarven guard on the side looked solemn, and shook his head at Igor, whose face was getting more and more ugly:

"We have too few troops, and we have to allocate a third of them to encircle and suppress the monsters that are pouring out of the tunnels, and we simply don't have enough troops to counterattack. ”

"Even Yun Fengfeng has been able to hold out until now and has not completely fallen, all because the enemy is blocked by the barricades and cannot gather enough troops......"

The captain of the guard didn't continue, but Igor already knew what he meant.

That's right, when the city gate was breached, they had lost the right to choose, and could only continue to stalemate, with no second way to choose.

If he wins, he is the rightful supreme king, and if he loses, he is a traitor who usurps power and deceives himself and betrays the Yunling tradition.

The ruins of the palace of kings on the one hand completely disintegrated the rebel offensive into chaos, and at the same time deprived Igor of the last fortress that could be defended and stored a large amount of supplies.

Now he and those traitors from the south are like two reptiles, locked in this cage called "Cloud Peak", fighting each other, shedding all their blood, and only the one who can survive in the end can leave alive and get everything from the dead reptiles.

Igor pursed the corners of his mouth and roared unwillingly.

"Let the fighters rest. Igor twitched his throat: "In a quarter of an hour, we will organize another counteroffensive......"

At this moment, a loud bang suddenly came from the direction of the city gate, which had long since fallen!

"Knock ——————!!!!"

Almost at the same time, Igor and the captain of the guard looked up at the same time, and at the end of their sight, a black smoke rose from the city gate, and in the distance, several set fire dwarf warriors could be seen screaming and falling down the city wall.

"Your Majesty the High King, that seems to be ......"

"It's a heavy projectile weapon, someone is attacking the city!" Igor reacted immediately, and a hint of surprise flashed in the corner of his eye:

"The defenders of the gates and the outer line of defense have long since withdrawn, and they will not be our men, so either these traitors are fighting or they must be ......"

"Reinforcements from the northern city-states, they've come to our aid?!"

"Immediately order, the whole army assembled!" Igor did not hesitate, suddenly pulled out the Mithril battle axe on his waist, and ordered in a deep voice:

"It's now, it's this moment, it's time to counterattack!"

"Obey ——!"

As the words fell, the dwarven warriors who had been scattered and guarded began to gather quickly and form a neat line, and as the trumpets were blown, the warriors who were standing by the barricades in the distance were also rushing towards this direction.

Almost in the blink of an eye, nearly a thousand warriors had gathered behind him, consciously forming an offensive formation under the leadership of the captain of the guard.

Igor, who gritted his teeth, turned around and solemnly looked into the eyes of the soldiers under his command:

"The people of Yunling, loyal warriors - come with me!"

"Go and reclaim our wealth, our city, our country!"

"Rebel and rebellious minions—"

"Kill a clean ——!!!!"

A bloodthirsty cry echoed Igor's roar.

"Loyal warriors, follow me ......"

Before he could finish speaking, he was suddenly stopped by a hand beside him, blocking his vision.

The annoyed Igor turned his head suddenly, but saw the shocked captain of the guard with a motionless expression, and his slightly trembling right hand pointed in the direction of the city gate.

Igor set his gaze on the city gate, his slightly narrowed eyes shrunk, and he couldn't help but hold his breath.

That's the tide, it's the ocean.

It was like the black sea water of the rising tide, and the army swept from outside the city gate of Yunfeng, densely packed like ants moving and engulfing the entire city gate defense line in the blink of an eye.

Overwhelming!

It was only at this point that the seriousness on Igor's face turned into ecstasy - yes, at this moment in the battle, it was impossible for the rebels to organize such a large-scale attack, let alone desperately storm the defense line of the city gate, and frantically poured into the city from outside the city in waves.

It must be reinforcements from the north, it must be! Only this answer is in line with common sense, otherwise there is simply no second army of such a scale in the land of the Yunling Kingdom, and it is strong enough to attack Yunfeng head-on!

But when Igor turned around, he found that his captain of the guard was still stunned, and his raised right hand was still pointing straight ahead.

Igor looked in the direction of the captain of the guard, and what he saw was a dwarven herald standing at the gate, with a battle flag in his hand.

It was a traditional battle flag of the Yunling Kingdom, fluttering in the wind, with the coat of arms of the corresponding dwarven city-state painted on it, representing in whose name this army was fighting.

Banner with the coat of arms of the city-state......

That flag......

Why is it painted with the coat of arms of the Silver Helmet Mountain?!