The silvery Elune lifted the heavy clouds, and the cold moonlight and the orange-red firelight in the distance illuminated the way for the fleeing civilians.

In the incessant sound of explosions, even the most dull people knew that something must be going on in the city. The unknown caused by the lack of information exchange is the greatest fear in the human heart, which is precisely the origin of chaos.

Although there is no understanding of the origin and development of the incident, the instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm has led more and more people to come out of their homes, take a simple salute and family members, and flee in the direction of the place where the explosion occurred.

Although information is scarce, the common people have their own wisdom, and most of them choose to go to the place where the chapel is located. In their hearts, no power can defeat the priests who are favored by the Light and the mighty warriors who stand there.

It didn't take long for the first person to flee to appear, and more and more people came out to inquire about the news, and the residents who had no clue hurriedly joined in.

The herd effect, which has been deeply ingrained in the human psyche through natural selection for thousands of years, has driven this group of insecure civilians to converge into a mighty crowd, following the leading few people who may know something inside, towards a place that may be safe.

One of the few people in the crowd was the newly grown Serijek, who had become a glorious paladin at the baptism of light the other day, and was the heir to the current generation of the Capel family.

The young man who was most likely to inherit the title of Count Capel knew that what was in front of him had something to do with the dispute between Lordaeron and Stratholme, and that his missing grandfather and Duke Rofal must also be involved.

He still remembered yesterday when his grandfather, the Duke of Rofal, had worked together to create the scene where the glorious old man of Stratholme summoned himself to his side for questioning. If Stratholme and the family were in front of him, what choice would he make?

The young new paladin carefully dodged the question, replying that he would make his own judgment in accordance with the teachings of the Light. Even in the midst of the current chaos, he still remembers his grandfather's mixed look of relief and disappointment.

He had been locked up in the house all day, and the old butler had not released himself until the evening, but the entire Capel manor had been emptied, and the old butler, who had watched him grow up, had only conveyed his grandfather's words intact and hurried away.

I won't be a qualified heir, so the Capel family will have nothing to do with me in the future? Seriyak smiled wryly, did he have to choose between the Light and his affection? Or did grandfather not want to get himself involved in this maelstrom in front of him?

The young man looked at the long line where he was located, the elderly, the children, the men, the women, the members of their families gathered together, supported each other, and hesitated towards the Chapel of the Holy Light in the east of the city.

The old man's face was sad, worried about the sudden disaster; The child's little face was confused and curious, not knowing where the parents were going to take them in the middle of the night; The woman was pale and nervously leaning on her man; Men carry burdens, hold children, and pull women, providing strong arms for their families.

Looking at this group of ordinary people with nervous and confused faces written on them, the faith in the paladin's heart told him that he would protect this group of unarmed civilians until he was safe.

There have always been ambitious people in this world, and perhaps the neat order and strict laws can make them put away the evil thoughts in their hearts, but in the current chaotic situation, in the crowd where there is no one to maintain order, these people are finally beginning to reveal their true nature.

Although there was bright moonlight casting down, it was the middle of the night after all, and it was impossible to have such a high level of visibility. Coupled with the huge number of people, the contradictions accumulated by continuous pushing and stampeding finally broke out.

The cause was a simple push, a strong man inadvertently pushed a scrawny old man to the ground, and the person after him tripped because he was not paying attention, which in turn caused others to step on or fall to the ground. The people at the end stood up and argued with each other, shouting and swearing at each other, blocking the slow-moving crowd in the middle of the road.

The congestion caused even greater contradictions, with the people stuck behind desperately wanting to move forward, while the crowd stuck in the middle of the road was still entangled with each other. The fear of the unknown, the irritability of the situation in front of them, more people join the fight.

Seeing that a brawl was about to be staged, a dozen warriors on war horses marched against the flow of people to the dock in the distance. The horses struggled through the crowd, and although the cavalry had been avoided as much as possible, the confined space could not allow the horses to spread.

Far from stopping the controversy in front of them, this group of armored and heavily armed cavalry became the straw that broke the camel's back.

Without warning, a strong man threw an unsuspecting cavalryman under his horse, snatched the opponent's horse, and rushed fiercely in the direction of the crowd. This crazy creature did not care about any civilians who stood in his way, leaving only innocent people who had been bumped into or trampled by the horses' hooves wherever they passed.

Unfortunately, the good times did not last long, but after walking less than fifty meters, the rampaging war horse was tripped and fell, and the crazy man never appeared from the surging crowd again. Although he failed, the horsemen on their horses had to bear the consequences of the irrational fellow.

Surrounded by a crowd of people with a terrifying glint in their eyes, even Garissus, who had experienced a desperate battle, still felt a hairy feeling in his heart.

Along the way, almost the entire city has been controlled by himself, and Stratholme's garrison seems to have disappeared out of thin air, and the strange situation makes this usually resourceful captain frightened.

In order to prevent his soldiers from being broken by each one, he directly gathered all the soldiers scattered in the city, and led a dozen cavalrymen who were still intact and hundreds of infantry who could be summoned to the site of the second explosion, which was also the only dock area in the entire city that was not occupied except for the area where the chapel was located.

Although he no longer had much hope for the thousand warriors he had sent out, he still remembered the threat he had to face—the pirates of the North Sea. Those greedy guys won't let go of this opportunity!

Although I don't know where Stratholme's garrison has been transferred, as long as he can contain the war outside the city, then when the reinforcements arrive, it will be the death of those guys who hide their heads and tails!