Reinhardt VII was meeting with Miotov, the president of the Siathos Chamber of Commerce, to discuss the possibility of evacuating the refugees by sea.
Just then, Pushkin walked in quickly from outside. He did not report to the president in advance. It was hard to imagine that such an impolite thing would happen to a prime minister of the empire.
At this moment, Miotov sharply realized that something big had happened.
Pushkin did not even care about Miotov, who was still sitting on the other side. He handed a small piece of paper to the surprised Reinhardt VII.
The president of the Siathos Chamber of Commerce noticed the brown blood that had already dried on the small piece of paper.
The emperor opened it and glanced at it. His body trembled and he almost fell to the ground.
Pushkin walked up and supported Reinhardt VII. He said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, my condolences."
In just a short moment, Reinhardt VII seemed to have aged another ten years. If Miotov felt like he was in the same room with a lion before, now he only felt like an ordinary old man.
Reinhardt VII did not even have the courage to finish reading the small piece of paper in his hand.
Pushkin whispered into the emperor's ear. Miotov could only hear a few intermittent words. "… The only … survivor … two months later … in the capital … the church … temporarily … no …"
Reinhardt VII was the highest ruler of the empire after all. After a short loss of composure, he quickly regained his dignity. The lion king straightened his body and looked around his territory. Everywhere he looked, everything bowed to him.
However, the emperor's face was filled with deep sorrow. "Count Miotov, if you are not in a hurry to leave, stay in New Tyrus for a while. What we discussed before will not change. I'm afraid there will be more things that I need your chamber of commerce's help in the future."
Miotov bowed elegantly. "I am willing to serve Your Majesty."
…
The president of the Siathos Chamber of Commerce had a premonition that something big was going to happen, but he did not expect it to be so serious.
Two months later, a small team that was originally in the western region of the empire arrived at New Tyrus.
When Shermie saw that familiar tall wall, his lifeless eyes finally regained some color. Half a year ago, over a hundred people walked out of the city together, and now, he was the only one left. He could no longer control his emotions. He jumped off the horse, hugged the wall, and cried out loud.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would be hard to imagine that a man could cry so sadly.
Mark was the leader of this squad, and also the sheriff of Kulun City. Looking at Shermie, he felt sorry for him.
Kulon City was the closest town to the two small villages. Before entering the mountain area, the condolence group once stayed there for one night. At that time, Mark followed the castellan to visit the third prince and Count Vergil. That was when he saw Shermie for the first time. At that time, the little retainer knight seemed to be in high spirits. He kept complaining that the dinner was not exquisite enough and that the dancers were not beautiful enough, and he kept saying that Alkens had better not disappoint him. However, to Mark's surprise, he met Alkens again after only twelve days.
However, when they met again, Shermie had already become a completely different person.
The retainer knight stood by the gate of Kulon City in a daze. His body was covered in mud and blood, and the original color of his skin was barely visible. One of his legs was bent at an unbelievable angle. God knew how he managed to walk back with such a body.
At first, the guards on the city wall thought that Shermie was some kind of monster, and they almost shot him with arrows. In the end, Mark, who had met Shermie once, recognized him. Hurriedly, he asked his people to open the gate.
The retainer knight seemed to have used up all of his strength to walk to the gate. He only managed to spit out a location from his mouth before he fell to the ground.
By now, the sheriff had already realized that something was wrong. Shermie was Williams' trusted subordinate. No matter how powerful he was, the two of them were extremely close. Logically speaking, it was almost impossible for them to separate.
However, when Mark hurriedly arrived at the place Shermie mentioned, he instantly felt cold from the bottom of his feet to the top of his head. The cruelty of the scene in front of him was completely beyond his imagination.
Mark swore that he had never seen such a horrible battle in his life.
In front of a broken rope bridge, the corpses of human beings and monsters were piled up in a small area. At the end of the battle, there was no way to reason. The only thing left was the most primitive fighting and biting. The corpses were tightly pressed together. No matter the monsters or the knights of the First Royal Knight Regiment, they could not tell each other apart.
In the center of the battlefield, the third prince held two swords in his hands. His golden hair, which was the symbol of the Lyhart Family, fluttered in the air, making him look like a proud lion. He cut off the neck of a goat head crocodile and cut open the stomach of a hell porcupine with his other sword. However, his own heart was also pierced through by a cunning shadow wolf.
The shadow wolf was the best assassin in the abyss, with excellent explosive power and stealth skills.
However, the expensive Knight armor helped Williams gain the last bit of time.
At the last moment of his life, the third prince did not step back. He only reached out one of his swords from under his armpit.
The two of them almost hit each other at the same time.
The shadow wolf pierced through Williams' heart, and the third prince's last sword attack also cut Williams' throat.
In the end, there was no winner in this battle.
…
Compared to what Mark saw with his own eyes, the story that Shermie told Lyhart VII and the other knights this afternoon was undoubtedly much shorter, but it was even more thrilling.
Realizing that over seven hundred civilians of the empire in another village might be in danger, Williams made a quick decision and led eighty-six knights to rush there. They arrived at the rope bridge almost at the same time as those monsters.
When the two sides met each other, neither side prepared at all. The battle broke out without any signs.
The knights had the advantage in numbers, but the monsters were undoubtedly at higher levels. They were born with low-level pressure. The pressure was almost negligible for professionals, but it was very effective for animals like horses.
A few knights were dragged off the cliff by the frightened horses, or directly rushed into the monsters. The knights of the First Royal Knight Regiment had to abandon their horses and fight as foot soldiers. The battle became more and more like a meat grinder.
As the situation became more and more unfavorable for the human side, Count Vergil, who was supposed to deliver the message to Alkens, miraculously appeared on the battlefield.
The earl held a silver mithril warhammer in his hand. Like a ferocious tiger descending the mountain, the monsters in his path were all knocked down. Vergil led the remaining 18 knights to meet up with Williams's men. In order to prevent the monsters from running to the village behind them, they simply destroyed the cable bridge and fought to the death in the open space at the end of the bridge.
Monsters from the abyss appeared in this mountain range with blood and death. What welcomed them was the unparalleled courage of human beings.
In the end, except for Shermie, who passed out in the middle of the battle and survived, all 111 members of the consolation group died here, including the six scouts who were killed.
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