The army of the demon king is advancing. They are like an unstoppable wildfire, based on the origin of the volcano of doom, which is the origin of the flames, and spreads all the way to the west, unstoppable.

On the first day, the Molten Iron Castle was leveled.

On the second day, Thousand Sails Castle had already discovered the traces of Modo's army, but it could only watch from a distance as Fort Dolan was breached. The arachnid monsters threw their webs, and the screams of the warriors as they were dragged away were terrifying.

On the third day, it was the turn of Thousand Sails Castle. Despite all the efforts of the soldiers, there was nothing they could do in the face of the overwhelming and terrifying army. Looking at the mountain giants who came from afar, and the seemingly endless spider monsters that followed the mountain giants, and then looked at the panicked and desperate farmers huddled in the Thousand Sails Castle, the whole army understood: now is not the time to fight hard, the only thing to do is to run quickly.

They mobilized as many ships as possible to transport people from the east coast to the west coast as quickly as possible. Ships large and small, some even dilapidated. The Berna River is so strong that the wrecked boats are likely to leak and capsize before they barely hold out on to the other side. But at this moment, no one still dislikes this or that.

Look at the big guy who is far taller than the castle walls, look at the mountain giant who is still far away but can easily look down on everyone, and one step will make the whole city tremble. The people crowded on the docks all had the same thought: as long as they could grab a boat, as long as they could get away from it as quickly as possible, then they could give up anything!

But the reality is that this small wish has not been fully realized.

"Women and children should go first! All men should take up arms. Protect them until the end!"

"Let the strong labor and the living force go first! If the prime man dies here. Who will be able to defend Gondor in the back? And who can fight back against Modo?"

"Where can the cowards who have escaped from the battle, who can't even protect their wives and children, have the courage to resist Modo? As long as they run away once, they will run away again and again, they will tremble and scream in the cellar, and they will never dare to stand up like a man again!"

"Don't fuck me with this kind of blind cock-bit stuff! Look over there, those half-human, half-spider disgusting things, they're going to be parasitic! Strong labor isn't just a matter of dying in battle, they're going to be parasitized and hatch new monsters, do you want to make the Modo army even stronger, bastard!"

Similar quarrels roared in the sky, and no one could convince anyone. Because neither of the two sides of the quarrel flinched, because there was no absolute correctness in this era of war and chaos.

In the midst of the quarrel, everything went on in chaos and panic. Whether rich businessmen and nobles or ordinary farmers and peasant women, they were squeezed into the big ships and small boats in chaos. Thousands of sails raced, and the passengers raised their sails and rowed desperately, but due to the panic and chaotic operation, some of the boats collided in the harbor, making everything even more chaotic.

Boom, the Mountain Giant took another step closer and looked even more majestic. Crying. Cursing, screaming. Noisy.

"Go, you go, the Thousand Sails Castle can't be saved, only your magical magic can resist Modo!" The Gondor soldiers grabbed the Chosen One and eagerly pulled them towards the port.

"Don't go! Lao Tzu won't go! If Lao Tzu leaves, will he still be a man?" The sturdy fat man struggled with all his might: "As long as I avoid that big guy, I can sweep those rotten spider ......"

There was a muffled thud, and a fierce hand knife slashed at the back of his neck, and the sturdy fat man rolled his eyes and fell down softly. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying in the cabin, with the other Chosen and Paladins lying beside him. He got up with a grunt and hurried out of the cabin, only to see that the Thousand Sails Castle was already in the distance.

On the spire of the castle, the battle flag of Gondor did not fall, and still fluttered in the wind. There were still soldiers fighting on the walls, and the shouts of killing were faint from the distance, but he knew that it must be an extremely passionate battle cry. When the sun sets, the sunset is like blood, and when you look at it from here, the upright Thousand Sails Castle looks like a magnificent painting.

But the next moment, an extremely huge rock fell from the sky and smashed into the castle. It's a mountain giant! It's still a few kilometers from the castle, but when it picks up a stone and throws it, it's even more terrifying than the world's strongest catapult. The castle crumbled like a building block, the banner was crushed into mud in an instant, and the spire collapsed in the blink of an eye.

There was a scream coming from the wind, and though it sounded faint, he knew it must be a cry of utter despair.

The deck and side of every ship were full of people, and people were stunned to see everything in the distance, and their hearts were even a little numb from a huge emotional impact. Is it grief? Is it empathy? Is it the rest of the life after the catastrophe? No one can say, they just hope that there will be their own families on these ships that have escaped.

"Look!

There was an exclamation, and everyone looked up. In the blood-colored glow, in the eastern sky, a hideous and fierce monster flapped its wings and flew over. They are all swarthy, fanged like knives, and have large bodies with terrifying appearances. The sound of flapping wings flooded the sky like a wave of terror, drowning out the survivors' remaining hopes.

"Pick up your arms! It's a bipedal wyvern, a bipedal wyvern is coming!"

"-how can there be so many, where the hell did Zoro get so many bipedal wyverns!"

The fat man's fists clenched, and a fire of hatred ignited in his eyes. He roared and drew a strange sword. Because of energy constraints, his tricks can't be used for too long. But now, he can't care so much, he just wants to slaughter these little cubs.

"Come out, Dragon Fighter!"

――――Two days later, White City――――

At the city gate, countless refugees with their families piled up there, crying and screaming and banging on the city gate. The Lord Regent had just ordered the gates to be closed and forbidden to refugees, and the gates were clogged with numerous refugees. The cries and pleadings of the refugees echoed through the streets and alleys, and reached the Miyagi of Hakujo. The generals couldn't bear it and went to ask for their lives one by one, but the regent never changed his words.

The regent sat on the throne with a gloomy face and a half-dead voice: "How many people have escaped from the east bank?"

"According to a rough count, only about half of the people managed to escape. The other half, tens of thousands of people, were all killed. The general said: "My lord, the Modo army has the ability to parasitize and reproduce, and the more people are killed, the stronger their military strength will be! The Berna River will not be able to stop them for too long, and we must resettle those refugees." Either move them to the rear, or let them go into the city to hide, and they can't be captured by the Modo army, my lord! If the Modo army grows again, there will really be no way to resist!"

"Resistance?" Hearing this, the regent suddenly snorted coldly: "You mean, the Modo army is no longer growing, can we resist?"

The general was stunned when he heard this, he didn't expect his boss to think like this, and stammered: "But, but my lord, we have defeated Sauron before, as long as we work together, we can ...... this time."

"Stop talking nonsense! Can't resist, we will never be able to resist!" The regent clapped the handrail and yelled hysterically: "That demon king is immortal and immortal! Defeat him once or twice, and he will still come back! Fight against such an immortal enemy? Hahahaha, don't be naïve, how can you fight him! Those untouchables at the door? Let them wait for death, let's wait for death too, lay down their weapons and accept fate, you are dead, I am dead, we are deadhahahaha!"

The regent's frantic shouts echoed through the hall, making all the generals tremble with white lips. The managers are in despair, who else can lead the people and fight bravely?

But at this moment, I heard a loud bang, and the main door of the main hall was pushed open. A dazzling light shone in from the doorway, illuminating the entire gloomy hall with a bang, so that the regent couldn't help but snort and raised his hand to block the light. In the infinite light, a tall figure in armor came in a sonorous voice. He was covered in blood, but his bearing was majestic and terrifying, and a burst of kingly wind blew people could not look directly.

He had a sword in his hand, and when he saw it, the regent's pupils shrank and he screamed, "The sword of the king?!"

The halo faded, and the person who came was not Aragorn, but Xiao Jingzhe.

"Hahaha, yes, Aragorn doesn't know whether he is alive or dead now, how did he come here?" The regent mocked: "Why, lowly person, you broke into my palace with this shitty thing, and you rushed into my kingdom in anger, did ......you want to snatch my throne?

Boom!!

In the disbelief of all the generals, Xiao Jingzhe suddenly waved his iron fist. He gritted his steel teeth and flew into a rage, and slammed a fierce punch into the regent's face.

Whoosh, the regent regent's old body was directly knocked into the air, he slammed into the last wall of the main hall, and rolled to the ground with a pop. Poof, he raised his head and spurted out a mouthful of blood, the blood was mixed with a dozen broken teeth, and the old face was completely sunken and deformed.

"This—!" the guards froze for a moment, then drew their swords and rallied around them. But Xiao Jingzhe did not dodge or dodge, he walked to the throne, raised the king's sword and shouted: "Stop! This king's sword is a symbol of Gondor's orthodox king's status! Aragorn passed it to me, and also passed the throne of Gondor to me." I, the rightful heir of Gondor, am the true king, and who of you dares to be presumptuous!"

He was majestic and imposing, as if the true king had finally returned. (To be continued.) )

PS: I'm not lazy, no, I'll send it out as soon as I get off work~