"It's getting dawn. Lothar said as she looked at the horizon glowing with a faint white light. He stood up, out of the range of the campfire, and looked out at Vale. From this angle, you can still see the light of the torches in the south of the city, and those lights cast the outline of the crossbow arrows onto the clouds above, which looks strange and terrifying.

"As soon as it gets daylight, they start shooting. The networm stood behind the Count of Montenegro, who had heard from Lothar about the power of the weapons erected on the walls, and did not suspect that the badly damaged City of the Valley was simply not capable of providing adequate cover for the creatures in it. Unless the rats burrow into the ground, which they won't, just wait for an order and it's all over. The low ballad was humming softly, and the mercenary had heard this ballad at the great funeral of the royal capital.

Lothar sang in her mouth, slowly untying the cloth tied to the battle axe, and the justice of the fool seemed so dim in the darkness before dawn that there was not a trace of light in sight. In between the songs, the warrior stuck his weapon in the ground, so that the lion carved into the axe faced the direction of the valley. "Look, it's your responsibility as Hearn's hand. It is also my responsibility as Count of Montenegro. If the lord can't execute the prisoner with his own hands, then they have to at least watch from the sidelines. Life, even sinful life, should be respected. ”

While the Earl was immersed in grief, the networm looked at the northern sky and frowned, "Did you see something flying over?"

"Ahem" Marcus removed the handkerchief from his mouth and looked at the bloodstained phlegm inside. Not only him, but the soldiers on the city wall had a similar reaction to some extent, and the sulfur in the air formed a toxic gas after being burned, causing all this. However, the Hand of the King was not an alchemist, so neither he nor his soldiers understood why.

"Maybe His Majesty is rebuking us. Marcus laughed miserably and threw his handkerchief under the walls.

"The bolts have all been commissioned, just waiting for your order. The armored angry lion said with a smile. It was as if he had seen the nezumi and demons disappear under the bolts of crossbows, and he had seen himself ascend to the throne of the royal capital in the love of the inhabitants of the kingdom. It's almost over, and the highest glory of the Kroger family is about to come.

The Hand of the King took a few steps back and glanced at Andrea in front of him, who was young, strong, and commanding, tyrannical but by no means stupid. By any measure, he would not be a mediocre monarch. But something inside Marcus was telling him that the Greylion had never been united by these things. If Siggett had been around, he would never have let the nezumi who had been his own people die under the icy bolts.

But what's the point, the old king is dead, and Hearn's blood is cut off. It doesn't take the wisdom of the devil to help, and Marcus knows that this man is the best option for the kingdom at the moment. Although, he himself would rather choose Lothar, who still does not know where he is. Now that I think about it, if only I had told that idiot not to follow the wizard north, maybe the situation would have changed a lot because of it. Forget it, things in the past can't be changed, just like a collapsed molten iron city can't be restored, and a dead king can't be resurrected. Just like the nezumi in this city, they are destined to become legends in history after today.

"Pass the order, let go of the arrows!"

"Boom!" fire! a cyan fire! A loud explosion of fire obscured Marcus' command. The blinding light eclipsed the sun that crept up. What a scene it was, the whole sky, the whole black cloud that hung over Vale, burning and bursting in an instant, and the heat of the wind pressed down from above, forcing people to bow their heads before this incomprehensible might. In an instant, just an instant, the cyan flame turned into a huge lid, burning in the air.

"Damn, what's going on!" a similar shout rang out in the crowd, but no one could answer the question. Was it a trick of the devil? Or was it some kind of punishment from the gods? In front of this terrible vision, the people were plunged into an unprecedented shock. At the same time, a strong poisonous gas began to spread in the air. Up and down Valley Castle, it's like the end of the world.

"Something's out!" shouted a sharp-eyed soldier, pointing to the burning sky. Marcus followed the man's fingers, and he saw the cyan fire bulge downward, as if it was about to lose its contents. And when the object finally broke through the flames, people were once again amazed at what they saw.

"Dragon, dragon, dragon!" the dragon, with its red scales, spread its wings as it passed through the layers of fire, drawing two cyan trails on either side of the broad dragon's wings. There was a faint spark flickering in the dragon's mouth, and it was clearly the culprit that ignited the sulfur smoke. But no one dared to criticize it, because when the beast swooped down, no one could afford to fight it. Its red scale armor was unscathed in the fire, and its powerful muscles fluttered beneath it, propelling its nearly twenty-meter-long body through the air. Its eyes are brighter than any gem, its teeth sharper than any weapon, and no skilled craftsman can show the essence of this perfect creature with a statue or a painting! It is the darling of nature, the master of the sky, and all living things are to be submitted before it, and this is not called dragon power, but simply because the creature before it is perfect beyond the limits of imagination.

Marcus suddenly remembered that someone had said that on the night the nezumi attacked the royal capital, he saw a red dragon flying through the sky. At the time, he only dismissed it as an unrealistic joke. "I'm afraid I'm the joke. Looking up at something in the air, he muttered unconsciously. But as the dragon got closer and closer to the wall, it didn't take long for people to notice something else, and there seemed to be a man sitting on the red dragon's body!

The wind mixed with cyan flames blew off his hood, revealing the black hair underneath that matched his eyes. His skin was different from that of the usual Greylion people, with a hint of loess color. His expression was calm, as if not even on the dragon's back was enough to excite him. On his body, the gray robe churned in the air at will, no damage was seen even by the wind and flames, and a mysterious dark blue light occasionally appeared on it, like stars dotted on the gray sky.

"Cheese. As the dragon flapped its wings and hovered above the walls, the Hand of the King called out the name of the Grey-robed Man.