Carter-Larson gave an order to the civilian soldiers who were holding on to the walls: "According to the original plan, we will temporarily retreat from the underground and reach the fiefdom of Count Todd and Count Loth of Iron Mountain, where they will receive us. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

"In a day's time, I hope you can rest well and regain your combat strength, and we will track down the Imperial army along the jungle. Carter raised the scorpion flag and commanded loudly.

No one responded to him, and the civilians neither cheered nor protested.

Carter stepped forward, patted Ross and Bassoon on the shoulder, signaled that their battle was over, and slowly walked down the tower with two men who had almost fainted. The others also lifted the unconscious renegade, put them on stretchers, supported the wounded, and slowly left the city walls.

They were exhausted and knew they could no longer hold on, but to retreat would mean abandoning the homeland they had worked so hard to build and to go into exile. They were glad that they didn't have to bleed and were turned into charred corpses like the dead soldiers outside the walls, and they also mourned their imminent homelessness.

Until now, they were convinced that the young lord would choose the most correct path, so no one objected. They silently removed the oil barrels and stones, unloaded their loads, climbed down the walls in an orderly manner, and led by Carter, walked to the Knights' Corridor, where there was a secret passage leading to the outside of the wall.

They heard the bronze gates tremble violently, the siege horns continued incessantly, and the enemies who had prayed to let them in front of the gates now shouted to hang everyone in the city.

Black smoke poured in through the city's drains, and the entire city of Paliwa seemed to be placed on a boiling boiler, ready to boil at any moment.

After one last glimpse of the ruined sanctuary, the iconless Place Saint-Louis-Zeit, the magnificent Theater of the Poppies, and their cozy mansions, they followed the lord into the hidden underground tunnels of the Knights' Gallery.

The consequences of the retreat of the main forces were obvious, the last of the giants disappeared under the walls, no more flames fell on the scorched earth, only the sparse spell web of the mages of the deep valley still scattered over the heads of the Imperial army.

The Imperial army suffered heavy casualties, and now there were only a thousand of the 8,000 heavily armed soldiers left, most of whom were Silver Eagle's personal guards. They are loyal and completely at the behest of the mad commander Elio Paton.

Seeing that the enemy's attack had almost completely disappeared, these Silver Eagle warriors believed that the true gods had blessed the traitors and made the traitors lose their power, and they were full of rage, and no one could insult the dignity of the Imperial army like these southerners.

The Silver Eagle Guards attacked frantically, and the huge battering ram slammed into the bronze gate again and again, but they didn't know that there was no one behind the gate except for a few wooden pillars.

They set up siege ladders and climbed cautiously upwards, assuming that fireballs and hot oil would roll down from the heights, but surprisingly silent on the walls, as if the guards who had been fighting them for days were ghosts, and now all vanished.

The Imperial army shouted excitedly, shouting that they would tie everyone in the city to the gallows, burn them with fire, or let their blood drain with nails, so as to vent the fear of the strange war they had been inflicted on for days.

Except for Sauron Duna, the titular lieutenant, who was lucky not to be slaughtered by Elio, just wanted to rush back to the imperial capital and reveal the cruelty of the former prime minister and the truth about the war in the south.

When some of the Imperial troops finally climbed the city walls, they were surprised to find that the walls were empty, only unlit fire oil, broken stones, scattered broken leather armor, and stains that people had stepped on were faintly visible.

They couldn't believe their eyes—for five days in a row, what had left the Imperial army in a desperate situation with more than 6,000 people in a desperate situation, was it a dead city?

They didn't even see a single soldier of the defenders, only vaguely noticed a figure moving in the tower. Carrying butcher knives, these extremely angry Imperial soldiers were cautious at first, but then simply raised the fleur-de-lis sun flag and shouted, "Coward, traitor, get out!"

It was dark, the ground was full of debris and rubbish, they tripped over broken stones or blackened torches, the people on the walls seemed to be there a moment ago, the Imperial army saw their surging heads, their figures throwing fire oil drums, and some tried to draw their swords and cut down the ladder, but they were all gone, as if they had all evaporated under terrible witchcraft.

The Imperial soldiers scraped the stone walls and the ground with their swords, angrily slashed through the torn leather armor and some rags, and shouted loudly to vent their uneasiness, this war was so strange that even after climbing the walls, they still felt as if a great conspiracy awaited them behind them.

However, except for the smoke and fireworks, no one answered the cries of the Imperial troops.

One by one, the Imperial troops climbed the walls and advanced towards the towers. That's the only place where traces of human activity have been found.

As they approached the watchtower on the uninhabited city wall, an arc of lightning suddenly ignited under their feet - it was a spell lightning released at close range, and the soldiers were defenseless, knocked down by the sudden arc light, the armor made the arc light flicker more violently, making a piercing cracking sound, a halo of light exploded, and several soldiers in front of them lay straight on the ground.

Then, a wall of fire suddenly rose around them, and the Imperial army was helpless, surrounded by flames, and they howled in the heat, and soon turned into a row of extremely dazzling skeletons, rolling wildly over the walls.

Some of the ignited soldiers rolled down the wall and smashed on the climbing Imperial army, falling to the ground and turning into a mass of charcoal, causing the attackers' frenzy to cool suddenly.

The battering ram continued to strike the gates regularly, but the Imperial soldiers who climbed became more cautious. They don't want to be the substitutes for the dead, and their upward climb has slowed down significantly.

All the Imperial soldiers who climbed the walls were reduced to dead bodies by the cautious spell casting of the mages of the deep valley, and their deaths delayed the army's siege of the city.

Days of tragedy are still fresh in our minds, and the death of the besiegers is more like a demonstration in the city of Pariva, warning the enemy of more terrible traps that await them.

Odin stood in the conning tower, watching the sunset dye most of the sky blood-red, and watching the terrified and angry enemies under the city gates, as well as the occasional magical elements on the city walls, like a brilliant net, releasing brilliant fireworks over the city walls.

A big feast is coming.

This night is an excellent buffer time, and by the early morning of tomorrow, it is estimated that the deep valley mage group has all retreated into the dense forest, and the unknown imperial army will be extremely excited to push open the gate of an empty city and step into the abyss of death. (To be continued.) )