The gunfire in the north of the city stopped, and some people in the south of the city fled out of the city with their families, and before they had escaped far, they heard a loud bang. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Some children were so frightened that they collapsed on the ground, being pulled up by adults or simply held in their arms, crying and shouting in unison.

A few hundred meters later, there was another loud bang, followed by another human voice.

"Won...... Won the ......"

"The Duke of Vane is here......"

The fleeing crowd turned back suspiciously, only to see that the city wall of the southern city was full of people standing and waving in this direction.

......

By the time Donner killed Elliot and returned to the city, most of the magic apprentices who had been stunned by the Banshee's howl had already awakened.

He pushed through the crowd and saw Mage Laurent in the middle of them. The gray-haired old magician was dead, and even if the God of Light was in person, he would not be able to gather the scattered souls and reinfuse them into the increasingly stiff body in front of him.

The people of the south of the city came and gathered around the children of the magic academy again.

"Dean Laurent is dead...... the bad news spread through the crowd at a very small volume, some people hung their heads silently, and some silently wiped their tears.

Donner picked up Laurent's scrawny body and walked towards the south of the city where he remembered the Santan Academy of Magic. The people automatically made way for him, and when he stepped out of the crowd, they followed him step by step.

More and more Santan citizens are coming out of their homes and gathering around the crowds to see them off.

Donner looked at the wrinkled, blood-stained face close at hand, and couldn't help but think of the inconspicuous little wooden building in Misty Town more than ten years ago, it was this face that had stared at him with burning eyes, and asked, "My lord, your ambitions are not limited to the three northern provinces, right?"

When Laurent was still alive, Donner never answered this question head-on. Now he died, in an almost defendic manner, in the ruins of the northern city of Santan.

"Yes, my ambition is not limited to the three northern provinces...... It is precisely because this ambition is so big and too far that I can't tell it directly. Donner silently replied in his heart: "But with these children you brought out, why don't we worry about our career!"

Santan City is not big, from the north city to the magic academy, Donner walked for half an hour, and in half an hour, tens of thousands of people had gathered behind him, some of them were citizens of Santan City, and some were farmers who fled to the city from the north. Without Laurent and his children defending Santan, these tens of thousands of people would have perished on the way to flee.

At noon, Laurent was buried in a corner of the teaching square of the Santan School of Magic, and when the first handful of earth was scattered on the tomb, the whole city of Santan wept.

A few months later, when the Femon Empire began to abolish the establishment of the Academy of Magic, and all 46 academies, including the "cornerstone of the empire" Tris Academy of Magic, were restructured into medium naturalist colleges, only this one in Santan City was retained, and it was renamed "Laurent Academy of Magic".

And on the tombstone of Laurent Ronald in College Square, Empress Lucia wrote the words "The Loyal Soul of the Nation" by hand.

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On the morning of April 28th, a team of mechanized magicians arrived in Santan City, and after taking over the important task of guarding the city, Donner drove a hound chariot to the City of Truth, made sure that everything was okay in the city, and then turned south.

In the early morning of April 29, the faint light of the stars shone on the deserted official roads of the northern part of the empire, and the low roar of the chariot magic engine swept through the lonely countryside, and it was a long time before the wild dogs and night owls echoed one or two.

On the distant horizon, the majestic silhouette of the imperial capital is gradually rising in starlight.

The twelve-day war was about to pass, and the dawn would appear at any moment, but Donner's mood was a little complicated.

The ruins of the northern city of Santan, Laurent's death, the hundreds of young men buried under the mounds of graves outside the city, and what he saw and heard along the way from Avery to Santan, were like heavy stones tied to his heart.

He was the king of the north, the nominal owner and protector of the entire three northern provinces. In just a few days, hundreds of thousands or more innocent people died.

At the moment of his arrival, the city of Santan seemed to usher in a savior. However, only Donner himself knew that in order to protect Lucia, Richard, Una, and Layla, and to protect Coennas, he had treated the city as an outcast from the very beginning of the war.

From Oviere to Santan to Pamplo, every town, every village, on the route pointed by the knights' blades was abandoned by the Donner at the very beginning of the war.

He could have sent out the Divine Son Priest, or even the Royal Knights of Femon - they could have fought head-on with the blessing of God's magic. However, he was worried about Richard's consolation, and also worried that Coenas would be swept by the knight legion after losing his protection.

More than ten years ago, because of his blind rashness, the damage brought to Una is like a scar engraved on Donner's heart, and there is no sign of healing. So, from the very beginning of the war, he told Lucia not to open the city to meet it no matter what. So, in Santan City, he barely said a word, just silently buried Laurent.

Faced with his subjects who had been abandoned by himself and survived with incredible fearlessness, Donner could not say a word, feeling that whatever he said appeared to be false.

It has been more than 30 years since he came to this world, and his hands are already stained with blood, but his heart is still not as strong as a rock. In the eyes of his enemies, he was as terrible as a demon, but when he faced himself alone in the middle of the night, he was still the same boy on the small island of Rand.

The chariot stopped outside the city of Coennas, countless torches lit up on the walls, and someone recognized the voice of the magic engine, asking loudly about the identity of the visitor.

After Donner announced the name of Duke Vaane, Richard emerged from the battlements of the wall.

"Brother......

The youngest son of the former blacksmith family, now middle-aged, and the ten-year career as the head of the Royal Knights, has honed him to be calm and serious, and his face is no longer so dark, and he is reflected red by torches, and with a shining silver armor, he is a handsome and brave knight in the mouth of the troubadour.

But the moment he saw Donner's face under the city, the long-lost smile once again climbed up to this face with traces of the old blacksmith's facial features.

"Richard ......" Donner laughed heartily, jumped up, like a white bird, and flew up the wall more than ten feet high out of thin air.

In an exclamation, Richard hugged his brother and said with concern: "Brother, how is the war situation in the north?"

Donner patted his younger brother on the shoulder and said with a smile: "More than 100,000 knights have been annihilated, and the overall situation has been decided!"

With his battle report, the enduring cheers rang out again all around.

On the tower of the city wall dozens of meters away, Layla silently looked at the figure surrounded by soldiers, with a heartfelt smile on her face.

Suddenly, Donner seemed to notice her gaze and turned his head to look at her. Layla was slightly stunned, and silently shouted with her mouth: "Young Master......" All the concern and joy melted into this silent shout.