The crowd fell into an eerie silence, no one spoke, no one moved, as if everyone was frozen, and the whole scene became a non-moving oil painting.

It wasn't until the chilling sound of gunfire rang out again, and one of the shield defenders fell headlong to the ground, that the people suddenly thawed.

"No!"

"Oh my God!"

There was a terrible scream and wail from the crowd, like a stone thrown into the lake, and the ripples of noise and chaos spread rapidly in all directions, and almost in the blink of an eye, all the Scarlet Crusaders knew the news that the Grand Inquisitor was dead!

The battle line of the Scarlet Crusaders collapsed in an instant. Ethanlyon's death was the direct cause of their loss of fighting spirit. The Scarlet Crusaders, who had learned of the death of the Grand Procurator, let out a mournful and desperate wail, and most of the priests who had inspired them to fight so high and never retreat had been killed or wounded, and their faith and loyalty to the Light could no longer sustain them in the fight.

The impending victory turned into a complete rout in the blink of an eye, with some fleeing in the direction of the city gates, others surrendering. They no longer had the fighting spirit, and looked at the Silver Dawn warriors approaching, and one of the crusaders dropped their weapons in a daze, hugged their heads and cried, ignoring the axe that was about to fall above their heads. As if it would be passed on. As if dyed, the sounds of "dang chang" and "dang chang" sounded continuously, and the weapons in the hands of the crusaders fell into the dust one by one. They gave up their resistance and sat down on the blood-soaked mud, their wounds dripping from each other.

But the most fanatical, die-hard officers and soldiers of Ethan Lien chose to continue fighting. But in the face of the morale-boosting silver dawn, the resistance of these die-hard elements was tantamount to being beaten and retreating, and at this moment, another terrible thing happened.

"Boom!"

A huge fireball fell from the sky and burst out among them. The mage finally recovered from the chaotic mental storm, probably for the sake of shame, and the embarrassed and angry Abylton poured unprecedented magic into this fireball.

The crimson flames of magic roared in all directions, completely drowning the diehards in the sea of fire, in fact, before the magma-like flames worked, they had been torn to pieces by the blast wave of the elemental crack, and they could no longer die.

Even some of the soldiers of the Silver Dawn who were close to it were affected, and they were blown to the ground by the shock wave, crawling and coughing in the overwhelming smoke and dust. Even the father and son of Fording and the adventurers were not spared, and they were blown into disgrace.

When the flames were finally extinguished and the smoke and dust finally fell to the ground, the results of the fireball technique appeared in front of the people. The place where the die-hards had resisted had been razed to the ground, and there were only a few pieces of weapons and armor left on the ground that had been melted down and then cooled into lumps of iron, and beyond that, nothing was left, no corpses, no residue, nothing.

All the people who were alive in the vicinity, whether they were the Scarlet Crusaders or the Silver Dawn, were looking at the man who had caused all of this with a demonic gaze, their faces full of shock and unease. If you want to kill dozens of people, many people can do it, whether it is an adventurer or a father and son, each of them is a good man who can be a hundred, but to say that dozens of people are killed at once, this scene is still too shocking for them.

Tirio looked bitterly at the charred clearing, these people who were supposed to die on the battlefield fighting the Scourge were now dead in the infighting of the human race, and their bones were gone. This kind of death is the most meaningless, it is simply a defilement of the followers of the Holy Light, and he suddenly has a feeling that he has done something wrong.

But soon, this feeling vanished him, for he saw that at the end of the road, the scarlet crusaders who had fled in panic ran back again, as if someone was chasing after them.

But it was true, and just over a hundred yards behind them, a black steel barrier was running across the canyon, advancing towards it.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and the soldiers of Silver Dawn all straightened up and clenched their weapons. Even among the Crusaders who had surrendered, there was a clamour, and some of them looked at the shield wall with hope, they had already recognized who it was, it was the Iron Wall Legion, and they had finally arrived!

"Shut up, be quiet!" The Silver Dawn soldier who was guarding them crossed his sword and jerked the spine of his sword before stabilizing the situation again.

"What should we do?" Tyran asked with some panic, facing the Iron Wall Legion that was waiting for work, the Silver Dawn after a fierce battle would definitely not last long.

"Don't be nervous, take a look first!" Tirio calmly said that if the Ironwall Legion wanted to oppose him, they would not wait until now to show up, and if they had joined the battle earlier, Silver Dawn would have no chance of winning at all.

"Don't attack, they have no malicious intent!" Diego's shouts came from the tower, and through the scope, he could see clearly, although the shields that formed the shield wall were connected by iron hooks, but these iron hooks were not equipped with spears, which should have been the standard equipment for hoplite defensive arrays.

The Iron Wall Legion advanced slowly, until it was more than a hundred yards from the battlefield before coming to a halt. With a loud order, dozens of heavy tower shields slammed into the ground with a "tom", and their movements were so neat that even the ground was shaken.

There was silence throughout the battlefield, and no one in the camps of either army spoke, until Tirio? Ferdin, pushing his son's arm, stepped out of the crowd, and walked towards the shield wall. He didn't even carry a war hammer.

He stopped a few paces away from the shield wall, held his head high, looked straight ahead with a serious face, and waited silently. His expression was calm, his hands folded behind his back, and he looked like a commander waiting for his soldiers to assemble.

After a few minutes, the center of the shield wall slowly moved to the sides, opening up a passage large enough for two people to enter and exit. A middle-aged man dressed in a tall figure walked out of it.

Zerhart, the commander of the Iron Wall, always impresses with his appearance. He stood still at nearly six and a half feet tall, wearing a black iron plate armor covered with axe slashing marks. His face still bears the scars of years of battle, and his neatly trimmed hair and beard reveal the simplicity of a soldier, in a word, this is a pure soldier and an outstanding officer.

Is he in Tirio? Ferdin's eyes stopped, then his legs were together, and to everyone's surprise, he gave a military salute to the Lordaeron Alliance.

"Hoplite Captain Zerhart begs to return, sir!" He was full of pride and pride, and shouted loudly with all the strength of his body. Captain of the hoplites, a position he held during his service under Tirio, a position that accompanied him throughout the Second Orc War until he was promoted at the end of the war.

"Homecoming!" Tirio commanded in the same voice. He tried to keep his eyes wide so that tears would not run down his eyes.

"Yes, sir!" Zerhart roared again, and he turned to look at his legion.

"All of them, disbanded!"