"Help, help, help, help, help, ——!."

"What's that, alas... What about the army, why did the army all withdraw, did they all run away, regardless of us?!"

"Ahh——!h

"Run, run, don't run... Ahh——!hh

"Get out of the way, get out of the way! I've been bitten, save me, why don't you save me, you bastard——! "......

In the tunnels under the Hall of Kings, the flood-like corrosive demons forcibly "washed away" the rubble and rubble blocking the tunnels, killing and biting like crazy, slaughtering their former kindreds and compatriots.

Not even a living one, not a single piece of flesh, not a single bone, not a drop of blood.

The terrible screams were mixed with the roar of the commotion, the violent impact and the messy and numerous sounds of walking, and then came to an abrupt end.

The dwarven garrisons on the periphery hastily formed a shield wall, and with pale faces aimed their shaky halberds at the bottom of the tunnel—they wanted to rush in, but it was too late.

The crowded tunnels were already crowded with women, children, and the old and weak at the peak of the clouds, and there was no room left for an organized army, and the chaotic and terrified crowd of refugees could not give them time to stabilize order and withdraw from the tunnel.

All they could do was watch the people in those tunnels being killed in all sorts of postures and ways.

And then it was their turn.

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

The dwarf Igor stared in the direction of the tunnel exit, listening to the screams and shaking sounds that reverberated between the pillars and walls, and he wanted to crush his teeth.

The person who caused all this tragedy was himself.

If he hadn't evacuated all the old and weak women and children into the tunnel, and retreated into the tunnel area where he thought it was "absolutely safe", he would have been able to calmly clear out the monsters pouring in from the tunnel now, or simply blow up the tunnel again and bury all the monsters alive in the mountains.

But now...... Cloud Peak isn't a big city, but it's densely populated, with half of it made up of women and children, in other words, it won't be long before half of the city's population will turn into flesh or monsters like the ones who killed them!

How vicious, how vicious——!!!!

"Do you hear that, Your Majesty the High King?" Karl Colin, who was bound by the chains, slowly got up and looked at Igor coldly:

"If that's what Duke Byrne is for, then we've done it - those monsters have already destroyed half of the Cloud Peak, and it won't be long before they destroy the other half. ”

"And, with the rebels out there who are trying to figure out how to kill you......"

Bang——!

Turning sharply, Igor, the red-eyed dwarf, grabbed the chain on the witcher's chest, and the recruits on the side shook to see that the dwarven guards in the hall had raised their halberds and aimed them at themselves.

"What to do!" Igor gritted his teeth, his forehead was exposed, and he roared with trembling rage: "Is there any way to drive back this group of scum drilled out of hell?!"

"Say ——!"

"What should I do?" Carl Colin shook his head: "It's too late now—if you hadn't withdrawn the defenders of the Palace of Kings, you might have been able to do so, but with this amount of strength now, you can barely hold them back." ”

"The only way is to withdraw from the palace of the kings as soon as possible, and then mobilize troops on the periphery to deploy defenses. ”

"Coward——!!!!

The palace resounded with the uniform roar of the dwarven guards, and Carl Colin just looked at the dwarf Igor coldly with a blank face.

"Do you want me to give up the palace of the kings, the palace of the Yunling Kingdom, my palace, to a group of monsters?!"

"Your Majesty the Supreme King, with all due respect...... the Demon Hunter said lightly, "Judging by the 'performance' of these monsters in the Silver Helmet Mountain, it will take another half a day... There will be no palace of kings!"

As the words fell, Igor, who was wide-eyed, clenched the chains, and his exposed right arm was eager to directly strangle the witcher's arm and shoulder.

"Your Majesty, please allow me to kill this bewitching Byrne spy, and then lead the army to clear the monsters in the tunnel!" The solemn-looking captain of the dwarven guard stepped forward and stared at Carl Colin and the recruits next to him:

"I pledge my family honor and life to defend the palace of kings to the death!"

After saying that, the dwarven guards behind him shook at the same time, glaring angrily at the two witchers.

The dwarf Igor frowned, looked at Carl Colin's unchanged face, and then at the tunnel entrance where the screams and roars continued.

“...... Untie them. ”

The recruit exhaled heavily, as if he had been reborn.

"Your Majesty?!" the dwarven guard captain's expression was puzzled.

"I said... Untie them both and give them back the weapon and the mess. The dwarf Igor's gaze turned to the captain of the guard, and his expression was difficult to see:

"Immediately lead people to blow up all the tunnel exits in the Palace of Kings and Cloud Peak City, mobilize all the mobile legions and conscripted reserves that have not yet engaged the enemy, and build a defensive line on the perimeter of the Palace of Kings - stop all the traitors for me before I kill them. ”

"We've already lost half of the Cloud Peak, we can't afford to lose the other half!"

The captain of the dwarven guard was shocked, and the meaning of Igor's words was clear, he had already abandoned all the survivors in the tunnel... But he still resolutely lowered his head:

"Yes!"

"As for the two ......" Igor turned his gaze to Carl Colin and the recruits: "For the sake of Duke Loren, I can let the two of you go - you can do whatever you want, you can go wherever you want, and the cloud peak will not interfere with you." ”

"If you dare to stay in the city, my army will not open up to you. ”

"But if you are really like what you say, you are fighting against the real culprit behind all this......" Igor took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with very mixed emotions:

"The people of the Yunling Kingdom do not believe in words, but only in deeds. ”

"We are the witchers of Duke Loren, and we don't need your trust!" the recruit stood up abruptly, his neck stiffened excitedly, "We are their enemies, but we are loyal to the Duke alone!"

Carl Colin on the side was silent, quiet as a living dead.

Igor frowned and jerked the chains off the witcher's chest.

"Untie them and throw them down!" the High King turned, and walked out with heavy steps, his gaze sweeping over every dwarven guard in the hall:

"People of Yunling, come with me. ”

"To protect our own country!"

"Obey ——!!!!"

A deafening roar rang out from the throats of all the dwarven guards.

Looking at the dwarven warriors who left with Igor, the recruits with somewhat complicated expressions slowly got up, and the hatred in their hearts when they were captured suddenly decreased a lot.

"Captain, what are we going to do next?"

"What to do... Is this asking me?" Carl Colin turned his head and looked at the recruit playfully, "Haven't you always had a lot of ideas, why are you asking me this obstructive guy?"

The recruit's face froze, and he was extremely embarrassed.

The witcher snorted, "We don't have to go anywhere, just stay here." ”

"Stay here, but you're not saying those Corrupt Demons are going to ...... soon"

"It's coming in... Right. Carl Colin methodically unchained himself, put on the "spellcaster", put his half-sword behind his shoulder, and packed up the little equipment he had left: "How safe can it be outside?"

"The rebels have breached the first gate, and it is only a matter of time before the rest are few; He's about to face the rebels and beware of the Corrupted Demons pouring out of the tunnels—the entire Cloud Peak is about to become a battlefield, and we can't kill it in a chaotic battlefield, and we can't stop it. ”

The recruits still don't understand.

"So... We're going to do the last thing we can. After packing up the last piece of equipment, Carl Colin slowly got up, calmly looked at the recruit, who was still confused, and said in an understatement tone:

"We're going to stay here and wait for the real culprit to come out, and then we'll end this war in the way we can. ”

The empty hall was silent for five seconds.

Recruit... Martin Nilton's eyes widened and he looked at the witcher incredulously, completely stunned.

"You, what do you mean ......"

"We're going to have to kill it, or be killed by it, and if we can't kill it, we'll have to have an unlucky guy find a way to get back alive and relay this information to Duke Byrne or the Sky Dome... That's it. ”

Carl Colin was stunned, couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth slightly, and looked at this completely dumbfounded junior with a little amusement: "What, scared?"

"Absolutely not!" the recruit immediately retorted, almost jumping up with excitement: "I'm not afraid! I, I'm just, just ......"

"Nervous?"

"No, no, absolutely not!"

"It's okay... It doesn't matter if you're nervous or scared, no one will know. Carl Colin patted him on the shoulder, his gaze still calm:

"If nothing else, we shouldn't be able to get out of here. ”

The recruit nodded, still in a trance, at a loss.

Carl Colin looked at the recruit's face, shook his head and sighed, and did not continue to "tease" him.

No matter how talented you are, after all, you are just a rookie who goes to the battlefield for the first time, and it is normal to be afraid of being nervous; didn't urinate on the spot, paralyzed into a pile of mud and waiting to die, which is already commendable courage.

But... I already knew when I joined the Wings of the Sky that this was the fate of the witchers.

They are sentinels, beacons, frontlines in the face of the Void invasion.

Only in this way will the Heavenly Dome allow the Duke of Loren Turin to unscrupulously expand his influence, and will the church not dare to interfere in Byrne's affairs, no matter how much they grit their teeth.

What you can't do, can't do, don't dare to do... I'll do it.

That's it.

"I—I'm not afraid...... "Buried his head in his chest, recruits... Martin Nilton muttered in a low voice:

"I'm just waiting for this day... It's been too long. ”

Carl Colin looked back and looked meaningfully at the recruits, at the hands that were clenched so tightly that they had to tense their muscles to stop the trembling.

"Nilton, the Overseer of the Byrne Governor's Palace... My father... He was beheaded by the Turin family, and he deserved to kill so many innocent people... To say that he didn't hate the Duke was lying, but to know that he had done nothing wrong. ”

"But the culprit who really betrayed him and killed him... It's Governor Byrne, it's the damned leader of the heretical order! In the eyes of this cultist, his father is like a dog, doing the dirty work he can't do!"

"My father thought he was loyal to a nobleman who took a fancy to his abilities, but he was wrong, very wrong... Gaspar, the governor of Byrne, is not only a godless heretic, but also a lackey of the evil gods who has betrayed his people and his people, and even this world!"

"So I'm going to take revenge, but not to Gaspar, not to my father's exploitation... pawns, but to them, to them for revenge!" Martin Nilton, with trembling shoulders, bowed his head and said:

"I'm going to put the pain, the grievances, the anger, the patience that I've experienced...... Unreservedly, let them really feel it!"

"It doesn't come without a price for letting them know what they're doing!"

Carl Colin was silent for a while, and was about to say something, but subconsciously turned his gaze to the door.

The vigilant recruit also quickly raised his head, staring in the same direction in horror and nervousness, and pressed the hilt of the sword behind his shoulder with his right hand.

Here it comes.

The Void Reaction, which was so powerful that it could not be concealed at all, was not at the same level as ordinary Corrupt Demons, and the footsteps were monotonous and pitiful, and some staggered... And there is only one.

There is no doubt that this is certainly ......

"I didn't expect that I still have two guests. ”

The old and tired voice came faintly with the figures that were gradually approaching: "Why didn't you hurry away from this palace that was about to be destroyed like the other cowards?"

"That's because of ......, of course"

Before the excited recruit could finish speaking, Carl Colin grabbed him by the collar and held him back, and his right hand immediately pressed on the hilt of the sword behind his shoulder.

The moment he saw that figure, the stunned witcher was struck by lightning in disbelief.

The tired, aging voice didn't come from the figure—the blood-stained figure, neck up, was completely empty.

That voice... It came from his hand, to be precise, from the dark red-soaked skull, which he was "carrying" in his hand.

Aged and tired cheeks, soaked in blood, beneath the gray-white beard was a hideous and frightened face that was on the verge of death.

Slowly adjusting his breathing, Carl Colin, who looked frightened, looked at the figure walking towards him, and said in a slightly trembling voice:

"You... It's the Yunling Kingdom's... Predecessor ......"

“...... Your Majesty the High King?"