Chapter 2: The Destruction of the City

Cloud pinnacle.

It's a name that's not over-the-top or over-embellished.

The towering peaks reach into the sky, and the palace of the kings sitting on the top of the mountain is shrouded in smoke and clouds, which will not disperse all year round, and under the unparalleled construction technology of the dwarves of the Yunling Kingdom, the ghostly cloud peak has become a huge and three-dimensional fortress.

The most important thing is that it is not a product of the power of the king and the boast of the wealth and power of the kingdom, like the city or palace of man, but has great economic and military value.

Nestled between mountains and hills, the Yunling Kingdom relies on a vast network of underground tunnels to connect the city-states and eventually form a whole, and Yunfeng is the center of this transportation network.

As long as the peak of the cloud is controlled, and the tunnel is not blocked or destroyed, the supreme king of the Yunling Kingdom can put the army loyal to him into the battlefield near any fortress at any time, and at the same time, he can also deploy the manpower, material and financial resources of the entire Yunling Kingdom for his use in the shortest possible time.

In the words described by a human merchant who once visited the Kingdom of Yunling, transporting a basket of ripe pears from the northernmost dwarven city-state to the southernmost was still fresh and covered with dew.

At the same time, it is also a huge and incomparably strong fortress in the mountains, the huge mountain is its outer "wall" and "moat", the real "city gate" is hidden in the valley, and the narrow mountain path and the high cliffs on both sides form the "blood road" leading to the gate.

In other words, as long as any force controls Yun Peak, it can be absolutely invincible, and conversely, any force that wants to seize the supreme power of the Cloud Ridge Kingdom, Cloud Peak will be their first goal, and it must be.

Like a throne made of gold, a crown made of crystal, forever coveted, forever watched......

Igor Severastoff, the High King's Grand Celebrants, was standing by the stone-masonry railing, looking out at the mountains with no end in sight.

Behind him was the dead silence like a tomb, the misty palace of the kings, the center of power in the Yunling Kingdom, the residence of the supreme king, which should have been filled with the whirlpool of power of you fighting for each other and intrigues, and it had never been so quiet as it was now.

And in the mountain city at his feet, there is a completely different "scenery".

Heavily armed dwarven warriors hurried through the empty stone paths, iron boots trampling stone slabs and metal armor clashing with a cacophony of orders and shouts from officers.

There are makeshift fortresses at almost every intersection in the streets, large and small surveillance towers are placed in all the corners of the town like chess pieces, and all buildings higher than three stories have been converted into small military stations.

And near the square in the center of town, dwarves who have been busy all day carry shovels from the construction site, hammers from the workshops, and rice buckets the size of flower pots, and slowly wriggle in long queues to receive food from the already crowded "ration stations".

The civil war, which lasted for three years, turned this prison-like city into a city-like prison.

In this rebel-besieged capital, all the inhabitants had to live under the strictest surveillance, guarding against the infiltration of enemy spies or any traitors who were not loyal to the High King, and all food and household items were confiscated, and only the prescribed work was done in order to receive enough food to satisfy the stomach.

But these have not yet shaken the foundation of this ancient fortress - for the dwarves, such a "way of rule" is the real norm, not to say three years, that is, thirteen years, thirty years, a lifetime, as long as the peak of the clouds is not breached, and the order of rule is still there, they can hold on forever.

"Igor. ”

As the footsteps approached, the owner of the old and tired voice gently pressed the shoulder of the Grand Celebrant Officer, which made the dwarf Igor startled, and bowed down in fear: "Your Majesty the Supreme Kingβ€”β€”!"

"Don't be so restrained, it's just you and me here. The eyes of the dwarven supreme king were as calm as an ancient well: "It won't be too long, you will be the supreme king of all the people of Yunling." ”

"Don't you dare β€”β€”!," the dwarf Igor lowered his head even deeper.

"It doesn't matter if you dare or not, it's a right and duty given to you by the Serviera Stouffer family. The High King waved his hand, as if very disapprehensive of his deference:

"What's more, now that you have the army in control and have reached an agreement with Duke Byrne, aren't you already the ruler of the peak of the clouds?"

Igor, the dwarf with his head down, didn't say a word, and he didn't even dare to say a word.

Looking at the humble Grand Celebrant with a humble posture, the Supreme King had no interest in continuing this conversation at all, and his eyes fell on the fortress at the peak of the clouds in the distance:

"How's the city defense going, haven't the traitors given up yet?"

"That's right!"

Hearing that the High King had changed the subject, Igor, the dwarf who wiped a cold sweat, immediately replied: "After three years of war, not only us, but they also have no way back - either hold on or surrender, there is no third way to go. ”

"As long as the Cloud Peak is still standing, half of the Cloud Ridge Kingdom will still be your loyal people, so even if they are reluctant, they must first capture this strongest fortress in history, and the least likely to fall!"

That's right, that's the situation right now.

The rebels knew that the Supreme King, as the ruler of the Yunling Kingdom, would never surrender, and they also knew how impregnable Yunfeng was, and it was impossible for any reasonable person to take a head-on attack on this fortress as their first goal.

But they didn't have a choice, because once they withdrew, the High King would be able to calmly gather the armies of the northern dwarven fortresses, encircle and suppress any of them, and quickly mobilize troops with a vast network of tunnels to annihilate them one by one.

This is the advantage of sitting on the peak of the clouds, and this is the reason why they must besiege this fortress, otherwise they will not be the opponent of the High King at all.

So the dwarf Igor was not worried at all - although he was now besieged, it was the rebels who were actually bearing the pressure, and as long as he held the fortress, victory was only a matter of time.

You can even take advantage of this opportunity to completely wipe out the city-state leaders in the south who are disloyal to the Supreme King, and at the same time deter the half-hearted people of Yunling in the north, and finally rule a gradually reviving Yunling Kingdom, and teach a good lesson to a little girl who dares to speak wild words to herself.

Igor gritted his teeth when he remembered Charlotte Turin's arrogant and unceremonious gesture towards herself in the Hall of the Round Table in the Red Blood Castle, but he had to swallow his anger and ask for Byrne's help.

β€œ...... Because of this, this war is a battle that is undisputed for Cloud Peak, and the reptiles who think they can challenge you and our family status have nothing to worry about except numbers. "Igor the dwarf spoke respectfully and eloquently:

"Three years have exhausted all their manpower, material and financial resources, and at the same time, they have completely lost the sharpness they had at the beginning of the rebellion, and there is no more strength to continue this war, even if they break through one or two city gates and fortresses, they will not be able to damage the foundation of the cloud peak at all!"

"And I am convinced that, under the wise leadership of Your High King, the united people of Yunling will overcome those who have committed heinous crimes, and we will make them see their ...... with iron order and absolute stability."

"Boom β€”β€”!!!!"

Before the dwarf Igor could finish speaking, a dull explosion could be heard in the distance, and there was already thick smoke billowing from the vicinity of the square rationing station surrounded by firelight, and the noise was soaring!

"Run, the ration depot has been bombedβ€”β€”!"

"The rebels are in, they're coming inβ€”β€”!"

"Don't run, stabilize your emotions, stabilize your emotions, ah (trampled screams) β€”β€”!"

"The army, where is the army, come and maintain orderβ€”β€”!"

"Run, the guards have been killedβ€”β€”!"

The panicked crowd, the terrifying and disturbing sounds, instantly tore the newly stable order to shreds!

As if this movement was not "lively" enough, at the same time as the riot broke out in the square, several surrounding surveillance towers were also in the billowing smoke, turning into pillars of fire, and the guards who were all set on fire jumped from the top of the disintegrating tower screaming.

The dwarves, who had just been in order in front of the ration station, so quiet that they could only hear the sound of footsteps and the sound of carrying food, instantly turned into a swarm of headless flies and lunatics who only knew how to shout, completely directionless.

Recklessly away from where the explosion sounded, desperately running in the direction he thought was safe, desperately shouting and screaming, desperate to push down the dwarves in front of him, and then trampled under the feet of the dwarves behind him.

The roar of burning, the miserable shouts, the chaotic commotion, these ......

"It's just a little accident, a little trick I deliberately put out to lure the traitors into showing up, and I assure you, it's all in my expectation!"

It seems that because he had just made a promise and was slapped in front of the High King when he turned his head, the dwarf Igor Tieqing's face was difficult to see:

"In less than a quarter of an hour, these little commotions will be over!"

At the same time as the words fell, several patrolling dwarven armies had quickly appeared near the square, surrounded on all sides.

The entrance to the alley was quickly blocked by makeshift fortresses of all sizes and halberds, and the dwarven hoplites with shields and halberds blocked all the exits near the alley and the square with a shield wall.

The sudden appearance of the army did not seem to stop the commotion and restlessness of the crowd, especially when the scheming took advantage of the cholera, and the screams and confusion made the dwarves instinctively run straight ahead.

"Crossbowmen ready to shoot β€”β€”, β€”β€”!!!!"

Under the cold command of the officer, the dwarven warriors did not hesitate to pull the trigger.

In an instant, the sound of the bowstring was endless!

After the first round of crossbow arrows, the dwarven civilians who rushed to the front fell like wheat harvests, and in the gushing blood and terrible screams, the relentless arrows continued to whizz into the panicked crowd.

There was another terrible scream and the sound of blood gushing, and the dwarven civilians, finally realizing their fear, stopped, turned and fled in the direction of the square, but the crossbowmen did not stop, and continued to pour their arrows.

"The shield wall is ready to β€”β€”, forward β€”β€”!!!!"

With another emotionless shout, the dwarven hoplites blocking the streets raised their shields, raised their halberds, and marched in orderly steps towards the fleeing crowd.

Blood flew through the panicked crowd, and screams resounded over the square.

The dwarven hoplites, who cooperated tacitly, were literally like a "wall" that would tear flesh and blood, squeezing into the crowd regardless of it, passing through nothing but the bones of their feet.

After a quarter of an hour of commotion, the square finally returned to its former quiet and peacefulness.

A dark red dwarven officer stepped on the white stone steps, fell on one knee in front of the dwarf Igor, and hung his right hand heavily on his chest:

"Your Majesty the Supreme King, Your Excellency, all the rebels have been wiped out, please give instructions!"

"Very good, Your Excellency, the people of the Yunling Kingdom would like to express their heartfelt thanks to you for your dedication to your duties at such a critical juncture. The dwarf Igor nodded, and couldn't help frowning slightly when he saw the other party's appearance:

"Wait... You're not the commander of this army, are you?"

"Yes, the former commander has died heroically in the last commotion, and his herald is below, and until the new commander takes over, he will temporarily take command!"

"Very well, what kind of reward would you like to get?"

"If you don't give up, I hope to be personally rewarded by His Majesty the Supreme Kingβ€”for the people of Yunling, there is nothing more honorable than this. ”

After hesitating for a second, the dwarf Igor still turned around and waved his hand to disperse his guards on both sides - even if he had gained power and become the de facto ruler of the Cloud Peak, before the death of the Supreme King, the other party was still the supreme leader of the Cloud Ridge Kingdom.

However, just as he turned to get out of the way, the dwarven officer, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly got up and pulled out a sharp blade from his armpit with his right hand pressed to his chest.

"It's the Assassin, stop himβ€”β€”!"

But it was too late.

Frightened and surrounded by the guards, the dwarf Igor heard the heart-rending screams of the High King.

A round, spherical object, already flying into the air with a gushing of blood;

The blade-wielding assassin was shot into a sieve by the guards around him with heavy crossbows;

Surrounded by a group of guards, the two corpses that fell to the ground and convulsed blood continued to spurt blood and flow down the gaps between the masonry, and the bright red color was unusually dazzling on the white floor.

Igor, the dwarf with a blank brain, stood still, letting the blood soak the soles of his boots, even oblivious to the distant roar of the city gates being breached. ()

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