The morning sun of Harusa was still as warm and harsh as ever, and the Eye of the Holy Light shone on the cloudless sky, shedding a golden grit of light. There should have been peace in this thriving city, but the sudden explosion made Harusa's breath freeze.

The mushroom-shaped black smoke rising from above the arena sent the entire city into a fluster. The free men of Harusa in the stands immediately rushed to the exit, but the city guards who poured in like a flood blocked the way. The Harusa soldiers hurried to the observation deck. Although it was already a mess, they still had to find the nobles who survived the attack of the blazing orb.

Two dozen soldiers swiftly rushed up to the smoke and flames of the stands, and as they watched, a figure suddenly trembled out from under the pile of broken wood. The cloak of fine wool had a flickering flame on it, and the guard, awakened from the burns, hissed, "The consul is here! ”

The soldier immediately rushed over and extinguished the flames on the back of the guard with his mantle over his shoulder, and then walked out with a loyal guard with burns and dust on his face. There were two unconscious figures under the guards, but fortunately the city guards knew them. Lying on the ground on the ground, the white-robed one was the mercenary mage, who was always by the side of the consul and protected the most powerful man in Harusa. And the one who was suppressed by the white-robed mage was the archon. The obese old man was lying on the charred floor with his head bleeding at this time. His small hair had been burned away, and most of his silk robe had been consumed by flames, and the dense bubbles and wounds had made him suffer maddening pain in a coma.

Most of the dozens of noble councillors on the observation deck were charred and stinking corpses under the attack of the burst magic, including the Speaker. The opposition in the chamber was now lying diagonally on a long burning table, the grease from the flames crackling, as if to say his final goodbyes.

The city guards immediately escaped from the observation deck with the three wounded, and exited through a hidden exit after bypassing the Quid front. The rest of the soldiers surrounded the priests of the Temple of Wisdom, and although they were all servants of their gods, everyone could clearly see that the orbs were flying from this location.

"Put away your weapons and swear by the name of the god of wisdom, it's none of our business. The old priest stopped the soldier with his shining scepter. "We are all servants of the true God, how can we be murderers of the nobles?"

"And how do you explain the sudden appearance of fireball magic? You liars, blasphemous dregs. A knight of the city guard from an aristocratic background shouted. He drew the long sword from the belt at his waist and directed the soldiers to press the priests.

"He did it. This man came in pretending to be one of our companions. The soldiers didn't have to wait long before a shout rang out from the crowd of priests. Then several young priests dressed in white linen robes crowded through the highest seats. The group of sorcerers with neat short hair carried a body that was also wrapped in sackcloth priestly robes, but the priest who spoke carried a short black wand in his hand. "The mysterious mage sitting behind us unleashed the fiery fireballs with this wand, but when we tried to catch him, the mage suddenly collapsed to the ground and died. ”

"It's hornbeam, a plant that should grow in hell. It quickly dissolves into the bloodstream, turning it into poison. The priest opened the eyelids and mouth of the deceased with a trembling palm, and said solemnly after carefully judging it several times. "He's not a priest, it's a conspiracy. ”

In the midst of the chaos, Riga immediately lay on the hot sand, dodging the flaming sticks and shards that fluttered in the air like butterflies. And when the city guards quarreled with the priests, the Quaids immediately rose from the ground. Before he could even pat the grains of sand off his body, the hunter rushed to the seat of his clansmen. It's unclear what this is all about, but Riga knows it's safest to be with the Horde Warriors.

The hunter who ran on the ground with his upper body on his upper body immediately made the main priest scream. "Grab him, and swear in the name of the god of wisdom that he deserves to be punished. The trial just now was unjust!"

The soldiers of the city guard were completely confused by the explanations of the priests and priests. For the Harusa, who believed in the god of wisdom, it was punishable to show disrespect to any priest. The soldier's hesitation caused the officer to wince as well, until a loud roar came from the side.

The garrison of the city-state of Harusa, a strong knight, walked in from outside the arena with more soldiers. "These liars! demons with poison in their mouths. The guy who abandoned the belief in the god of wisdom. The knight shouted in a deep, strong voice like a bell. "This is your plot! hire a strange mage to kill the city-state's nobles, and then take control of the city-state with the support of the commoners. You want to build a country where religion is in power, and a country where the people will not be free and just!"

"You, you ......," the priest choked on the words of the garrison, and could only point to the soldier with trembling hands, and said incoherently. "You are blasphemy! You should be burned at the stake. ”

"Fallen priests, the gods will angrily drive you into the abyss!" the garrison immediately shouted, and then waved his hand to the city guard soldiers behind him. Although these soldiers believed in the god of wisdom, they were even more disgusted with these rotten churches and corrupt priests.

The Church scavenged for riches by all means in this prosperous land, printing sheets of indulgence and selling them to the faithful in the name of buying them for forgiveness from the gods. Of course, the price of the Tome is not high, and even beggars on the streets can pay for one to have the gods forgive their sins. Thankfully, Harussa was a thriving city, and the caravans made it easy for the inhabitants to amass a fortune, even if most of it went into the pockets of the Holy See of Wisdom. The priest of the diocese of Harusa has also become one of the most important positions in the Holy See, and only absolute cronies or future popes can hold positions here.

The Priests of Wisdom were powerful magicians, so when the soldiers rushed up, the priests immediately waved their staffs, and the group of priests on the periphery took off their robes to reveal the delicate chain mail and weapons they were wearing. These were supposed to be papal knights to protect the priests, but the garrison could not understand their duties. In the eyes of the Harusa, these knights may have come to protect the sorcerers, but it is more likely that they have come to strangle the remaining nobles.

The battle began in the arena in an instant. A large number of city guards and papal knights screamed and scuffled, and although the knights were generally more than rank 6 warriors, even the most powerful professionals would be terrified by the ant-like influx of soldiers. The Harusa Guards were cut down in a row at the beginning, but the soldiers who followed them were given a chance. The long swords in the hands of these fearless soldiers pierced out like poisonous snakes, so that the papal knights were quickly stabbed half a dozen as well. With a sharp steel blade piercing through a gap in his armor, a soldier can easily kill a powerful knight.

The situation was not brought under control until the magician unleashed the spell, and countless magics blessed the papal knights with flashing light. This gave them a boost in strength, and even the wounds that had been torn open by the weapon began to heal.

The fierce fighting had caused the arena of wood and stone to crumble, but the freemen had fled in panic. They will carry the news to the churches and barracks, and then larger battles will break out in the city.

The Quid also left the area when the battle broke out, and the Dragoninus could judge the scale of the battle. Only one of the two behemoths of the Council of Nobles and the Holy See will survive. Dressed in a sackcloth cloak stolen from the chaotic streets, Rriga and a group of companions ran to the hotel where they were staying. The Quaids didn't want to go there at first, but the Dragoninus didn't want to spend extra money on weapons and armor for them.

The garments sewn by the Harusa were noticeably much narrower, and even the largest ones would twist their necks uncomfortably while running. The nearly 100 barbarian warriors running through the streets caused the Harusa to let out a panicked cry, and some of the citizens and merchants who did not go to the arena did not know what was happening, so when they saw the barbarians running wildly, the Harusa instinctively sensed the source of the unrest.

Amid shouts and curses, several patrolling groups of city guards were drawn over. Before the soldiers could figure out the situation, they immediately rushed at the Quid with a roar. The people of Dragonus finally stopped being patient at this time, they knew how much damage this turmoil would cause to the city-state, and it was the best decision to leave as soon as possible. The assassination was only an inducement, and the struggle for power and encroachment was the reason why the two sides began to fight.

"Kill them!" the Legion Commander roared, grinning. There was a dangerous and powerful glint in his pupils, making the Quid instinctively obey him.

"We're going to get our weapons and armor as soon as possible, and then we're going to get out of this chaotic place. Riga took a one-handed axe from Gal and rushed forward with a yell. The narrow single garment tore at it with his violent movements, but the Quid rushed into the ranks of the soldiers without paying any attention. The tomahawk swept a long sword away, and the hunter's strong body slammed into the soldier. The brute force caused the Harusa to fall backwards, knocking down three of his companions in quick succession.

"Enjoy the wrath of the frost bear!" the hunter roared as he slashed his tomahawk, easily splitting the head of a City Guard soldier in half. Another soldier rushed with an oak shield, but the Quaid kicked him with the shield into the street shop.

ps: Strongly pushed. Ask for collections, recommendations. I'll try to add more this week. Hirag is on top, everyone's awe!