Smoke billowed from the flames that filled almost the whole of Pipe Town, a town that had been peaceful and quiet a few hours before, was now completely in flames—almost every street, every intersection, market, and shop was crying and wailing in the raging flames.

Beggars, broken households, drunkards, gamblers, vagabonds...... These people who were huddled at the bottom of the town on weekdays were completely released from the long-term depression and grievances in their hearts, and began to take revenge on the rich and nobles who were favored by them in the past, and began to smash down the shop under the instigation of the Blood Flag Brotherhood, and robbed all the valuable things, ** all the women they saw.

The whole riot happened very suddenly, and it was still at night, and not everyone was lucky enough to flee to the barracks of the town's garrison, or to take refuge in the council chamber. The whole of Pipes Town slowly sank into flames, laughter, roars, and screams, and even the looting thugs fought with each other, and those who were unwilling to suffer such a terrible fate began to resist in an organized manner.

The wealthy and the town's aristocracy began to rally their families and servants to lean against the tall walls to repel what they considered the "lowly poor," while the ordinary people living in apartment buildings joined their neighbors in blocking the streets, stubbornly resisting the torches and looting of the mob.

More incited thugs followed the Blood Banner Brotherhood with torches in their wake, daring to attack the town hall and the mayor's house in a tidal wave - all of them were fighting, and none of them knew what they were doing.

According to Cortés' original plan, when the town was completely reduced to ruins, the Gratoni he unleashed would devour everyone. Houses, churches, gardens, people, livestock...... All will be turned into rations for the hungry demons, and this terrible "ghost town" and raging Gratoni will make his best declaration of revenge!

However, now that Gratoni had been destroyed by the teamwork of Edward and Marco Tasker, the vengeful leader of the Brotherhood had died unsurprisingly at the hands of Edward at the hands of the silver-haired wizard. But the Blood Banner Brotherhood and the thugs that he provoked were far from stopping.

The furious tide was like a beast that had been released out of its cage - it was easy to open the chains with a key, and the only way to stop this bloodthirsty monster from wreaking it any further, or killing it, was to scare it in a more bloodthirsty way.

"Kill them all, kill all these unscrupulous bastards, and let them taste the knives too!" the thugs gathered in the square shouted slogans, and after shouting loudly, they fearlessly charged the shield walls and spears erected by the guards. The scarlet eyes were brighter than the torches in their hands.

Even though the square was already littered with corpses, and the stench of blood had even stained the ditches and fountains red, it still didn't make their already completely mad brains a little more sanible. The thin bodies fell one after another in the screams, but the people behind them still went forward one after another.

Burning torches and rubble rained down on the heads of the guards, and the stubbornly resisting guards were finally frightened by the fierce spirit of the mob, and after one soldier after another, they had to abandon most of the square and shrink to the corridor outside the council chamber, barely forming an effective defense against the mob from entering.

But the sight also scared the officials and the mayor of the council chamber half to death—all they saw were thugs with torches and shouting for their bodies to be torn to pieces, as if they could break through the thin line of defense at any moment. Helpless, they could only desperately pray for reinforcements from Turin City, except to scold the untouchables for their actions.

But if you think about it, you also know that even if Turin City gets the news immediately, it is impossible to rush over without a night - this, this scene, can it really withstand a night, no matter how you look at it!

An atmosphere of sorrow and despair permeated them, and many of them began to weep and write suicide notes, or to pray for the Radiant Cross to bless them through the difficult times and to donate half of their family fortune to build a church, and even the servants and young scribes began to issue weapons, if not to resist, at least to kill themselves so as not to be killed by the mob and tarnish their surnames.

And it's not just the people in the council chamber who are running out of time, but also the Blood Banner Brotherhood, who is leading the mob in the square, and reinforcements from the Knights of the Sacred Tree may arrive at any time, so they must do their best to complete the battle and then retreat as quickly as possible before Gratony's sphere of influence spreads here.

As a result, the Knights of the Sacred Tree who have fallen into Pipe Town will fall into a trap, and even if they resist, it is unlikely that many will escape from the threat of the monster Gratoni - this is also one of Cortés' plans, and it would be nonsense to say that the Knights of the Sacred Tree have tried to exterminate the Brotherhood again and again.

"Rush, don't stop—the Brotherhood of the Blood Banner, for Cortez, for revenge!" the hooded one-eyed man shouted loudly, directing the Brotherhood of Blood Banner to pounce on the corpse-strewn shield wall gun forest again.

A large number of young-looking Brotherhood members rushed out of the crowd, one by one, like a splash on the cusp of the limelight, swooping down on the hard, sharp boulder - this group of people is the main force that the thugs have always been able to maintain a strong desire to fight, and the herd mentality and the surrounding atmosphere make them seem to have the strength to not fear death.

Watching the young men fall in the pile of corpses, screaming and being impaled by the tips of guns and daggers, the one-eyed middle-aged man felt his heart bleed—most of these children were not the "Avengers" they followed Cortez, but just a group of orphans in the slums, infected by the Brotherhood or just wanting to eat enough to join the Blood Banner Brotherhood.

This battle did not belong to them, these children were originally the fundamental force of the future growth of the Brotherhood, but now they had to die here one after another, giving up the thirty or forty years of life in vain.

But there was no way, the main force of the Blood Banner Brotherhood could not be consumed here, and the battle in Pipe Town was only the beginning of revenge, and their battle was on the top of the Makerus hills, so most of them were either arranged to knock out the guards' crossbowmen, or lurk in the rioting crowd to continue to incite their increasingly restless feelings, and this doomed task could only fall on the young people who had not long joined the Brotherhood.

The one-eyed man even felt a little sorry for Cortés - if the wizard Marco was still around, there might be a way to deal with the guards. Anxious, he couldn't help but look back, Cortez, who left, hadn't come back yet, so shouldn't he be in any trouble?

But he didn't think about it at once, and the one-eyed middle-aged man who looked back at the dark street suddenly felt a chill, as if he had heard the familiar voice he had heard in the north...... No, it was the familiar tremors, as if the earth had been shaken.

At first, it was only faint, as if it were only his own delusion, but gradually the sound became clearer and stronger, as if thousands of brass drums had been beaten, and the ground was trembling violently—he was not alone, and the deafening sound pierced everyone's ears mercilessly, spreading that fear through all the streets and squares!

It's cavalry, cavalry! The people of the Knights of the Sacred Tree are coming! The one-eyed man who only had his right eye left widened even forgot to give the order, but at this time, even if he wanted to say anything, it would have no effect, and when the thunderous sound of horses' hooves sounded in the square of Pipe Town, the dust had already settled.

The cavalry of the Knights of the Holy Tree, holding high the banner of the black tree on a white background, rushed towards the thugs besieging the council hall from the three streets outside the square at the same time, rushing forward like three sharp arrows fired at the same time, while the thugs in the square were still shouting loudly, and even a few people were even hot-headed, and launched an attack on the cavalry that was galloping rapidly, roaring loudly with an invincible and crazy posture, as if they could stop them.

And as a result, of course, it was just an instant that he was smashed to pieces by the war horse in the scream, and his flesh and blood were scattered. The one-eyed man, who had finally recovered from his fright, hastened to give the order to the brothers of the Blood Banner Brotherhood to retreat, but the chaotic scene and the crowded crowd were not only heard by a few people, but it was difficult for them to escape from the crowded square.

The frightened crowds, the galloping horses, the square burning in the flames...... On the top of the chimney of the building in the distance, Edward smiled and patted the sleeping Angela's little head, admiring the breathtaking scenery in front of him.

Marco Tasker stood behind him, watching with him loyally behind his back, and he knew what Edward was thinking now—that one day he would be able to take a larger, more elite and more loyal knight to compete for more unknown pieces.

In the distance, the two people standing here seemed to hear the sound of knives and guns raised, and then the loud shout that resounded through the sky:

"Long live the black tree flag on a white background - !!!"

(There is something to do today, update in advance, I hope you will forgive me~)