In addition to caring about whether Dara is still thinking about Miyali and how much money she can make for Dara and her own organization from the reselling business, she doesn't care about those fights and killings.

On the contrary, the seemingly indisputable elf druid was furious about this, and Vantania had tried to ask Dara more than once about the actual strength and latest movements of the troops, but no matter how hard she tried, Dara did not divulge the slightest secret. Vantanya was irritated by this, but she didn't walk away, as the elven mage Miali had done.

The estrangement between his younger brother Puno and Dara is getting deeper. Dara finds himself unable to touch the strange things in his brother's heart, and whenever he tries to communicate his thoughts and emotions with him, Puno will talk back impatiently, or simply get up and walk away.

Ever since Puno found a lot of interesting magical materials in the Midland family's laboratory, he has been busy with his own experiments and research. Immersed in the pleasures of magic, he lived an ascetic life, stopping occasionally to eat the food and water necessary to sustain him, or to replenish the sleep that was most important to the magician. And every time he rests, Puno will inevitably let the golem guard outside, and at the same time lay a very terrible necromancy ban to avoid being disturbed. In fact, even if the mage warmly invited, few people dared to approach his residence.

Dara was a little saddened by the thought of this, but the loud voice of the dwarf Todak quickly pulled him back from his thoughts: "Darra, have you been kicked in the head by some hoofed animal, and you are trying to help the cruel king, have you forgotten what he did to the children?"

"No, I haven't forgotten. ”

"Then you are going to get rich for your own promotion, and you actually brought our troops to support a tyrant!"

"Listen to me, Todak," said Darla, not angered by the dwarf's sharp words, but earnestly, "I decided to do so for the sake of the big picture. The continuation of this civil war will benefit no one. Not only ordinary human beings will suffer great losses. Even the dwarves and elves will eventually be involved, making the Surface Alliance even more vulnerable, giving the Underground Legions an early opportunity to attack. ”

"Our people will not intervene in the civil war of your race!" Blotto suddenly interjected.

"But the civil war has cut off almost completely trade between the three races, severely hampering economic development. Moreover, the dwarves and elves are currently in seclusion, refusing to accept human refugees, and their relationship with each other has deteriorated due to the lack of human mediation, and the surface alliance has also been greatly affected. If I were the commander of an army in the Underworld, I would realize that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to attack. ”

"He's right," Mike chimed in, "and, if we don't send troops now, the new ruler will soon be going to be us, when they finish the civil war." ”

"If we can't even defeat human soldiers, how can we fight demons?" Todak said dismissively.

"Todak!" Broto roared, his face flushed with anger, Todak was making the same mistakes he had made, complacent, and even more terrifying, Todak seemed to be unable to remember that his troops were mainly composed of human soldiers, "You are crazy! to say such things! Are our troops fighting against our allies?are our guns and swords against our brothers?"

Todak also came to his senses at Blotto's yelling, and he bowed his head in shame.

"Alright, alright," Dara saw this, and hurriedly came out to play the round, although Todak's words just now made him very unhappy, but for his old partner, he was convinced that there was no ulterior motive behind the other party's outspokenness, "We must make a battle plan as soon as possible, and end this civil war as soon as possible." ”

The king has been besieged in the city of morning light for more than half a year, and if it weren't for the main force of the blade army desperately defending the city, so that the troops of the Marquis of Feld on the periphery could not attack it, the city would have fallen long ago, and the king would have already become Felder's ghost. Although the main force of the loyal Blade Corps was on the defensive, making it impossible for the outside troops to attack, the king and the main force of the Blade Corps were also trapped in the capital, in danger and unable to break out.

The city's material supplies were becoming more and more scarce, and the limited food supply was taken away by the soldiers of the guards to supply the king, nobles, and the main soldiers of the blade army. Most of the ordinary people who were in the city before they could flee had already starved to death, and the rest of the people were starving to the ground, looking around for everything to eat, and the bolder ones had begun to eat people, and the cowardly ones even ate rats like the dwarves at the bottom of the rock.

This protracted battle to defend the city made the people in the city even hope that the Marquis of Feld outside would attack the city, and if it were not for the main soldiers of the blade army who were still loyally defending the king, these hungry people would have taken the initiative to surrender the city.

With the advent of winter, people can no longer bear the feeling of waiting to die in the cold city, and many people desperately began to dig holes at the foot of the city walls, hoping to get out of here, only to be shot dead by the soldiers, their corpses were as thin as firewood, lying on the ground at the foot of the wall, the snow was falling, and the corpses were all over the field, the scene was really ugly and miserable.

After the initial fright, and protected by the soldiers of the Blade Band, the king has returned to normal, once again immersed in all kinds of fun-seeking games, oblivious to the starving people outside the palace and the troops of the Marquis of Felder who are approaching the city.

In his opinion, as long as the bladed army is a sharp sword, it will soon be able to defeat the rebels of the Marquis of Feld, and destroy the other rebel forces one by one.

Baroness Temple's imprisoned slaves (many of them innocent little girls) were imprisoned by the king on the day of the riots, and although the king was too busy with the civil war to deal with her, she was controlled by the magic potion given to her by the marquis, and after the effect of the medicine in her body had passed, she began to fall into a situation where life was worse than death.

At this time, the Marquis of Feld no longer needed her, and did not send anyone to secretly pass the medicine to her. What's more, even if Felder really had the heart to use her to coerce Dara again, he wouldn't be able to mix his own people into the City of Dawn. So, on the third day of being trapped, she committed suicide.

Soon after the death of the baroness, due to the severe shortage of rations in the city, many slaves, most of whom were weak women, were also forgotten in the dungeon and starved to death, and some were dragged to kill and eaten as "meat food" when the soldiers remembered the slaves. (To be continued.) )