The Dragon of the Apocalypse

Ahhhh! Why! Why is this happening! The attacker has not been found!

The city suffered another huge blow!

Obviously you can use spells to bombard one after another! Why didn't he do this from the beginning? Is he playing tricks on us? What did he think we were?

My city...my city! It’s over!

In the basement, under the soft light, the Irish Viscount let out a shrill howl, fell to his knees, and cried out in pain and despair.

Just now, after learning about the losses and casualties, he almost collapsed. He could guess how many citizens would leave the city early tomorrow morning.

If this momentum is not stopped.

Even if all the citizens in the city are not burned to death, they will probably all run away!

By then, the entire Irish city will be an empty city!

He, the Viscount, exists in name only!

Send someone! Send someone to inform His Majesty the King! Let His Majesty the King ask the legendary Saint Ma Al to come out! Only he! Only he can save us!

The Viscountess covered her head and yelled as if she had found a life-saving straw.

Madam! With all due respect! Your Excellency, the legendary Dharma Saint, did not attend the Magic Conference two years ago. He may...

Master Nanga paused for a moment when he said this with a good look on his face.

What could it be? You don't want to tell me that His Excellency the Dharma Saint has died?

No, what I mean is that Your Excellency the Dharma Saint may still be traveling around other planes. Madam, you have to know that when you reach the level of a legendary caster, the whole world is no longer a shackles to them.

The universe is infinite, and His Excellency the Dharma Saint may have left long ago to explore new paths.

Then what should we do? Can we just let the attackers run rampant? Your Excellency the Dharma Saint is not here! Then invite those level 19 and level 18 spell casters over!

Everyone was silent for a while after hearing this. Is a spell caster of this level really willing to fight for them against a spell caster who is infinitely close to a legend?

They don't know.

But he did not continue to persuade the Viscountess who was already on the verge of madness.

By the way, how many people are running away in the city now?

The Irish Viscount suddenly spoke, his voice a little tired and low.

Probably close to 10,000 people have fled.

Ten thousand people... The Irish Viscount heard this and held back a sigh.

If this continues, this city will be destroyed in my hands in a few days! This is absolutely not allowed! You... go and give me orders...

By the end of the sentence, the Irish Viscount's face had become as gloomy as a ghost.

When the people around him heard his last words, their expressions changed one after another.

The next day, early in the morning.

The sky was gray and it was still dark, but the whole city was bustling with activity.

Of course, this kind of excitement is not festive at all!

On the streets.

A group of people, carrying their families and suitcases, rushed towards the city gate!

They are ready to leave this city that is cursed by the gods and subjected to constant punishment from heaven!

Today, more and more people are pessimistic about the future of the city. They are increasingly convinced that the Viscount offended the gods and suffered such a disaster!

If you want to live, you must leave this city!

The citizens can no longer bear the reality and future that they may die anytime, anywhere!

Even if you have a lot of property with this move, the real estate will be in vain!

But at least you're still alive, right?

However, as soon as they reached the city gate, they found that a large number of people had already gathered here.

The city gate was closed, and a large number of soldiers in armor formed human walls, blocking the way.

Open the door! Open the door! Why don't you let us out of the city!? We are not prisoners! You bastards have no right to do this!

A group of local residents yelled at the front and kept attacking the human wall built by the soldiers.

The soldiers faced the onslaught of the citizens with a bitter look on their faces.

Everyone, be quiet! Be quiet! The disaster will be over soon! Please believe in our Lord Viscount! He will find the attacker soon! Return the city to its former peace! Everyone, please be quiet!

You fart! It's been more than a month! How many times has the Irish Viscount said this? Do you think we still believe it?

This is divine punishment! The Irish Viscount has offended the gods! We are innocent! We will never die with this bastard! Let us go quickly!

You bastards! Do you really want us all to die here? Let us go!

Do you think I don’t know? You bastards! Have you moved your family long ago?

You just want us to stay and wait to die!

The citizens yelled, and the intensity of the attack increased in vain.

But this was still blocked by the soldiers.

Until one of the residents lost control of his emotions and pulled out a dagger from behind in vain, stabbing a soldier to death!

You deserve to die! You all deserve to die! It's because of you bastards! You keep saying that the attackers will be found immediately! The city will return to peace immediately!

I actually believed you! Then what! my wife! my child! And my parents!

All dead! Now! You actually want to lie to me! Unforgivable! Unforgivable!

The citizen roared angrily, pulled out his dagger, and stabbed another soldier viciously!

But the next moment, an archer on the city wall suddenly took action, and an arrow shot directly through the throat of the citizen!

Uh... uh uh uh... The leader covered his neck and stared in vain as he fell down.

At this moment, all the people in the territory burst into howls of extreme fear.

Rushing forward even more impatiently.

Stop it! Go back! I will count to ten and if there is anyone within ten meters of the city wall! I will shoot whoever is there!

A cold shout sounded, causing all the people in the area to fall into silence.

But not many people paid attention.

Until...whoosh! There was another sound of breaking through the air, and a citizen was shot through the neck and fell in a pool of blood.

At this time, many people among the people were afraid and retreated.

But some others broke out with more violent momentum, charging at the human wall and clashing with the soldiers.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh...

At this moment, one arrow after another, more and more people were wounded and killed. It was not until about a quarter of an hour that all the people in the territory retreated.

But it also left a mess on the ground, with the corpses of at least a dozen people. They looked ferocious and glared at the soldiers guarding the city, like ghosts.

Seeing this, the soldiers felt sad, but at the same time they breathed a sigh of relief and smiled bitterly:

Captain, is it really right for us to do this?

There is no way around this! No one could have imagined that in just over a month, the once prosperous city of Al would turn into this horrible state!

Almost 10,000 citizens of the entire territory have fled! If this continues, this city will be ruined!

This is why the Lord Viscount issued the death order.

The captain holding a long bow smiled bitterly and sighed.

Everyone's heart is even heavier, and they don't know when this kind of day will end.