Facing the group of civilians in front of him who were armed with rudimentary weapons but eager to try, Garissus did not flinch in the slightest, and reached out to draw his long sword. The steel blade glowed with a cold glow in the moonlight, intimidating the blood-surging lawless.

The knight didn't make a rash move, facing the endless crowd, he knew that his idea of rushing to help had been lost, and the best way now was to seek stability first! He was to wait for the infantry contingent behind him to follow, and then move forward with the main force.

As for the homeless people in the docks, and the lawless who dare to stop them in front of them? These guys were nothing more than a bunch of goggles who didn't obey the laws of the Kingdom, and Gallisus didn't think of them as the people of Lordaeron from the bottom of his heart.

As the hundreds of infantry warriors who had fallen behind went upstream, converging with him, he looked around at the group of greedy but timid scum in his eyes, stretched out his long sword, and showed a cruel smile.

"The Second Legion obeys orders!"

"Array!"

Following Garriss' orders, more than 600 well-trained warriors quickly formed four neat lines, like a reef standing still in the face of stormy seas in the midst of the rushing crowd. The heavy armor and the spears that reflected the cold moonlight all indicate that this is a group of well-armed warriors.

"Advance to the docks, all the fools who dare to stop us are rebellious! Kill them all! The knight at the head waved his hand and gave a cold-blooded order.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

Hundreds of powerful warriors let out battle cries in unison, and huge shouts almost resounded in the sky, and a majestic aura of slaughter arose.

In front of this group of warriors who exuded a powerful murderous aura, the disorderly crowd finally parted to both sides. Those who can't just take advantage of the chaos and don't intend to bury their lives here. No, it should be said that for these lawless people, their own lives are the most important, and as for chaos or interests, they are just convenient.

Faced with cold swords and powerful soldiers who dared to attack civilians, these desperate creatures did not dare to make any moves that would cause the other party to be dissatisfied. This is not surprising, even those fanatics with ill intentions do not dare to try the cold edge for themselves.

Garissus, who knows this well, just wants to use this trick to deter these guys, and it is none of his business what these suppressed guys will do in the fleeing crowd in the future.

While he was sure that the bastards would cause even more riots after his team left, what was that to him? He is neither one of those lucky paladins nor the garrison of Stratholme, he is just a warrior of Lordaeron who fights only for the good of Lordaeron and the orders of His Majesty the King!

Without incident, after the last Lordaeron soldier disappeared into the streets, the once quiet street became as lively as a vegetable market, and the screams of women, men, and children filled the streets.

This group of thugs consisting of ordinary thugs who have nothing to do, mercenaries who have lost their reputation, and adventurers who make money in the gray area have begun a blatant plunder. Possessions, women, and the pleasure of violence attract them to bottomless sin.

This is a riot with no winners, whether it is the thugs who act first, or the civilians who are forced to resist. In this stormy chaos, they are like a flat boat on the ocean, drifting with the wind, and the slightest carelessness will end up in the ship's destruction and death.

Large numbers of families have been scattered, those who have been pushed to the ground have lost the chance to get up again forever, and all those involved in this riot have been carried away by the blood. There are no good deeds, no forbearance, only you live and die!

In the midst of such a turbulence, even Serijek, who had been training with a warrior mentor since childhood, fell into it and could not get out. After dodging a short sword stabbed from the side again, the young paladin finally couldn't take it anymore and threw the greedy guy to the side, slamming straight into the two men who were fighting.

He didn't look at the man who was wrestling because he lost his balance, he just kept weaving through the crowd, relying on his abundant physical strength and great strength to separate the fighting guys or kick them to the ground. His belief is to protect the weak, and he has no mercy for these bastards who commit atrocities against others for their own selfish desires.

However, his physical strength cannot be replenished by the Holy Light, and his behavior like a moth to a fire is only a drop in the bucket. In a short time, despite his superb skill and extraordinary strength, he had only dealt with less than a tenth of the thugs, and he was already gasping for air.

The young paladin leaned against the wall, looking feebly at the chaos in front of him, not knowing why he had a feeling of powerlessness. Are humans really so clumsy that even the Light cannot redeem their sins?

Suddenly, a familiar scream and cracking sound was heard not far away, and Serijek, who was almost out of strength, suddenly drew his long sword and squeezed towards the place where the sound came.

Braumux Rofal, the youngest daughter of the Rofal family. Originally, because of Lordaeron's strength, today she had to leave the city where she grew up with her father and everyone in the Capel family.

However, for the sake of the paladin Seryrk, who was once the pride of the Capel family and is now said to have been expelled from the home by Count Capel, she secretly turned back. It's a pity that she was greeted not by the warm embrace of her childhood sweetheart, but by this group of ugly-looking thugs.

As the youngest daughter of the Duke of Rofal, who was at the helm of the Stratholme, Miss Braumus had never met such a man who dared to do anything to herself. The helpless girl clutched her torn blouse tightly, her delicate face full of panic.

She stepped back in front of a circle of slowly approaching thugs around her, until her back hit a solid wall. The group of hooligans in front of them seemed to be satisfied with the girl's frightened expression, they laughed uncontrollably, and talked dirty jokes to each other, as if the girl in front of them was already a lamb to be slaughtered on the chopping board.

In the midst of the crowd, a burly man with the smell of stench and alcohol walked out, and he slowly approached the other party, locking his greedy gaze on the girl like a wolf staring at his prey.

One step, two steps......

In the midst of the foul language around him, the rude man stretched out his hand violently!

Braumus closed her eyes in resignation, and two lines of crystal tears flowed. However, the Light did not seem to want to see such a sinful scene, and that dirty hand would never be able to touch this pure soul.

"For the glory of the Light!"

She opened her eyes to hear the roar of rage and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground. The paladin, glowing with white light, is like a torch that brings light to the gloomy streets.

Serijek, who had never tried to kill, cut off the man's head with a sword, and turned to protect the girl, "You must never try to hurt her in the slightest, miscellaneous!" ”

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