"They are true warriors, they will not turn back on the road of the charge. Tonight, they will be at Havagard, celebrating with God Olugar and his twelve warriors, as well as all the heroes and martyrs. They will always fight, always party through the night, there will be no pain, no death, they will always watch us and be with us! "Gravel, dressed in white, said loudly in the Northland language on the docks of the port.
The Northland army stretched as far as the eye could see along the coast, they were the bravest warriors.
In the end, the archers shot the small boats with flaming arrows, the burning boats gradually drifted into the sea, following Olugar's call...
This was the highest form of funeral in Northland, only the king could enjoy it.
After the funeral, the Northland people's craziest and bloodiest revenge was about to unfold.
However, at this time, the nobles of Pullin Port were completely uninvolved, they did not even have the intention to escape the city.
They thought that after the city defense army had taken care of some of the Northland soldiers and the wounded who stayed behind, they seemed to have achieved some great results.
Although these nobles still lived a life of luxury, they were the same as before, but the people at the bottom were not so lucky.
On the west side of the city, where the nobles and Lord Drake still occupied, the number of refugees was very large. They took their belongings and fled to the east side of the city, becoming homeless wanderers.
The city defense army did not treat them well, they just drove them together and centralized them for management. Those ordinary citizens who used to think that the world was peaceful now tasted the bitter fruit, when disaster came, they did not even have a dagger to defend themselves.
They laughed at those who were prepared, those who planned ahead, they did not know that they were the ones who should be laughed at. Among these refugees, there was no lack of people who used to think that they were doing well, they looked down on the people at the bottom, and now they had fallen to the lowest level.
Gravel's order this time was that no matter who the other party was, as long as they were not Northland people, they were to be dealt with at will, all of them were to be killed.
For a time, three Northland armies, namely Bayman's army, Horf's army, and Gravel's direct troops, killed their way to the west side of Pullin Port from three different directions.
The city defense army, who was still standing guard at the blockade line, saw a large number of angry Northland people, full of murderous intent, coming to kill. In an instant, their psychological defenses collapsed.
Anna and Roderick led Gravel's direct troops to attack the Lord's residence from the middle.
There was one person in the city defense force who was originally in charge of guarding the city gates. He was a native of Spring Port, and his family had paid him to become a soldier of the empire. Now, she was still transferred to defend the front line. No matter how hard her family tried, it was useless.
The nobles and feudal lords in the west of the city didn't know what was going on in the east of the city. They only knew that it wasn't that simple.
When the city guard saw the first wave of Northland soldiers charging towards them, he was deeply shocked. Their running speed was like that of a wild beast, ferocious and swift. In the blink of an eye, they were right in front of them.
There was no time to react, even though the archers of the city guards were also shooting at these barbarians.
However, they were either dodged or blocked with their shields. Not only that, but they also threw axes and javelins to counterattack the imperial city guards.
In front of them, these people even used the shield wall formation that the heavy infantry loved to use. Their defense was watertight. Except for a few Northland soldiers who died in the charge, the imperial archers didn't cause any losses to them.
However, the fate of the imperial archers who were closed in on by these Northland soldiers was obvious.
This wasn't a war, it was just a massacre. After leaving behind the corpses of the imperial city guards and the broken purple lion flag of Lord Drake, three groups of Northland soldiers surrounded the fortress at lightning speed.
The Northland soldiers stopped attacking, and their feudal lord called for the tied up Nalrand to be brought out.
Standing under the high walls of the fortress, Nalrand was in an extremely sorry state. The imperial nobles were shocked when they saw this scene. They knew that they were like turtles in a jar, and they didn't even have a chance to escape.
In desperation, these nobles could only choose to surrender.
Blood for blood, an eye for an eye!
In the Northland language, there was no such thing as surrender. Under Horf's order, they set up ladders and began to storm the fortress.
These barbarians were too much, they didn't even surrender.
Rushing into the luxurious hall of the feudal lord's fortress, the Northland warriors began to disperse and search for the whereabouts of their feudal lord, Drake Aldrich.
Some of the panicked maids were killed, and some were killed on the spot by the Northland soldiers.
None of the other nobles who came to take refuge or discuss matters escaped the capture of the Northland soldiers. The Overlord's fortress was truly magnificent, making people gasp in amazement.
These Norslanders had never seen such rare treasures, such a magnificent spectacle. There were imitation horses made of porcelain, statues of the seven gods made of white jade, all sorts of exotic plants, huge fountains and swimming pools, golden statues, and so on. This was an eye-opener for the warriors of Norland who had been fighting for so long.
If they could take it, they would take it. If they couldn't take it, they would think of a way to take it. If they couldn't take it, they would destroy it on the spot.
They were so barbaric, so valiant, so domineering. This was strength. In this world, strength spoke louder than words.
Finally, in a sewer leading to the outside world in the fortress, the Northland soldiers intercepted the old Drake. This information was provided by a servant. Otherwise, this old man might really have escaped.
Horf rewarded the servant by cutting off his head with his own hands. He hated traitors the most.
The old feudal lord was captured and brought to Gravel's camp. Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.
The city defense forces had completely collapsed, and there was no resistance in the city. It was destined that some people would become fish on the chopping block.
Because the Northland attack was too fierce, almost no refugees escaped the city. The city was completely controlled by the Northland people.
No one expected that after so many days of fighting, the Northland people would be able to control the city.
They faced enemies several times their own, all kinds of difficulties and obstacles, and finally conquered the economic lifeline of the empire, Spring Harbor, known as the Land of Storms.
At this time, Horf, Beffman, and Gravel divided the large city into three parts. Beffman was in charge of the north, Horf was in charge of the west, and Gravel was in charge of the east.
Just like this, a real carnival was about to begin, an unprecedented disaster.
The nightmare of every Derman, this economic stronghold, was about to become a hell on earth.
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