Old World, Brittany, early July, Cursed City of Muxilon.
Laing finally entered Muxilon as a victor.
The rock-solid castle had finally fallen in front of him. With the joy of a victor, Laing led his own troops into the city that looked like both a castle and a city.
The low houses were linked together. All the residents had surrendered. Apart from the humans, the undead had all been destroyed. Now, all that was left for Leon were less than twenty thousand residents, along with many dilapidated houses, twisted streets, dirty ditches, and flooded roads.
Even so, the city's former glory was still faintly visible. Muxilon was divided into two districts by the tributary of the Grismori River — the North District and the South District. The whole city could accommodate 100,000 people at its peak. During the rule of Lanskote, the son of Lanskote, the city's prosperity was not inferior to the capital, Culona.
Muxilon was more than ten times larger than Jean Town, where Laing was now ruling.
The northern part of the city was mainly made up of the Lost District and the Shanty District. The Lost District was the wealthy district, where the few remaining nobles of Muxilon lived. The Inner Castle, where the famous Merovin Castle stood, was where the vampires ruled over Muxilon.
The Shanty District was the poor district, also known as the Dock District. Many serfs made a living here. There was also a temple of the Sea God, Mannen, near the dock. The temple was still operating under the tacit consent of the vampires, but it did not preach. It only accepted worship and worship. There were no priests or bishops of the Sea God's Church stationed here, only some dock workers spontaneously formed an organization to maintain the operation of the temple.
The southern part of the city was composed of three parts, namely the temple area, the commercial area, and the bridge area. Among them, the temple area even preserved the ruins of the Holy Grail Church. However, the church had been closed for more than three hundred years. There was nothing much to say about the commercial area. There were taverns, brothels, drug parlors, fighting pits, and other dark and depraved places. This was also the focus of the Knights of the Holy Grail to clean up.
The Bridge District was where very few free people lived. It was also known as the Fallen Paradise, the most chaotic and disorderly place. In the middle of the river stood a very old river island called Landuin's Street. It was once the place where Landuin recuperated and lived in seclusion in his later years.
The sky was overcast. The low-hanging clouds mixed with the smoke from the explosion, stuck in the sky above Muxilon. The air was full of a burnt smell. Veronica and Teresa frowned when they smelled the smell. Both had varying degrees of mysophobia and were people who liked cleanliness.
"So, from now on, this will be Laing's place of governance?" Veronica's sweet face had a touch of disdain. "Dirty, messy, poor. God, I won't move here, I swear."
"I won't either. But this city should be rebuilt and renovated, right?" Teresa was also very uncomfortable with the environment. The sorceress had used too much magic and was very weak. She forced herself to endure the harsh July sun. "Oh, I've had enough. I'm going to the carriage!"
"Go, go." Veronica did not care. She was already choosing the location for her new magic shop.
Just in front of the team, Laing, Berchemund, and François were also discussing Muxilon.
"For 300 years, the Brittany had invaded Muxilon no less than 20 times." François looked at the streets of Muxilon and sighed. "But every time, they returned in failure. Finally, Laing, you did it. You have recovered this lost territory. You are now the real Duke of Muxilon!"
"300 years." Berchemund nodded. The Red Dragon Duke said in a rough voice, "After the incident at Dahl's Tower, the then Duke of Connaught, Madred, was declared a traitor by the real Knight King, Tayloff. After the civil war ended, Tayloff besieged Muxilon for three years. However, His Majesty and the other dukes could not conquer the castle. Instead, they lost a lot of troops and consumed a lot of food."
"However, Muxilon's days were also very difficult. At that time, the castle had already fallen into famine and disease. Duke Madred also died of acne after indulging in debauchery every day. After confirming Madred's death, His Majesty Tayloff announced that he would give up the siege. At the same time, he announced that Muxilon was already a wasteland. There would no longer be a duke ruling here."
Laing nodded. He had a deep understanding of how difficult it was to conquer Muxilon. Even when the number of defenders was reduced to the minimum, he and his army still spent a lot of effort to conquer the castle.
Moreover, if the Blood Dragon Patriarch had not come forward to mediate and negotiate, even if they had conquered the castle, they would still have to face fierce street battles. This exhausted army would have suffered many losses.
The once prosperous and magnificent city was now in ruins. Laing looked at the bleak scene and sighed. "This used to be one of the main cities of the High Elves in the Old World! It was known as the pearl of the West Coast, a city built up! "
"It'll prosper again." François thought for a while and could only comfort his son-in-law at this time. "You inherited a piece of white land. Although there's nothing on it, you can still write as you wish!"
As if thinking of something, Laing finally smiled. "Yes, that's true."
General Dietrich of the Empire and Deputy General Boris Von Zhukov were also amazed by the scenery of Muxilon. Dietrich looked at the city and asked, "Boris, have you been to Mordheim?"
"No, it's said that only heinous criminals and daring adventurers go there," Boris Von Zhukov said in a muffled voice. "Do I look like these two kinds of people? Sir? "
"I've been there," Dietrich said. "When I was young, I was ordered to go to Mordheim to investigate. The scene there was just like here."
"To be able to break through such a strong city, Mr. Laing Macado is indeed an amazing person." Boris Von Zhukov was a little embarrassed. He had to change the topic. "The war is almost over. We should go back."
"Rest for a few days." Dietrich nodded. "Don't be too anxious. We lost a lot in this battle. Now, there are only two thousand left of the five thousand people. We need more compensation."
The army gradually approached Merovin Castle in the northern city.
Merovin Castle had three floors: the outer wall, the inner castle, and the steeple in the middle of the inner castle. This castle had been built since the time of the Mad Duke Merovin and had a history of five hundred years. After the incident with the Mad Duke Merovin, it was abandoned and destroyed, but it was soon rebuilt. The black high walls, the vampire sculptures, and the black coat of arms with a golden snake on a black background were obviously newly added.
The dwarves and wood elves were quite uncomfortable with this castle. Belegar muttered that it was better to tear it down and rebuild it. Aralos thought that it would be better to plant more trees to purify the corruption.
Now, Mathewbard was dead, and the blood dragons had completely retreated. The gate of the castle was open, and there was nothing left inside except for the countless treasures accumulated by the vampires over the years. When Laing and the others came to the gate of the castle, the Paladin Alfred Frey popped out from the side. "Laing! Good friend, you are the one who captured Mu Xilong! After accomplishing such a feat, aren't you going to write something on the gate of the castle? "
"I'm just a country bumpkin from Nord. What can I write?" Laing laughed when he heard this.
After the siege ended, Alfreid was found near a small pond outside the city. At that time, he was unconscious. One of his hands was dislocated, and his whole body was bruised from the fall. Fortunately, it was not serious. He seemed to have been affected by the explosion, and his memory of detonating the bomb was not very clear. He only remembered that after detonating the gunpowder, he ran for his life, and then he was knocked out.
Veronica speculated that Alfred Frey might have been blown away when he was near the exit.
This time, Alfreid deserved the most credit for capturing Mu Xilong.
The Paladin was wrapped in bandages, and only his right hand was uninjured. He stretched out his hand and pushed Laing, saying with a cheeky smile, "Write something. You are already a duke, so you should leave some famous words, right?"
"That's true, Laing. Write something as a memento." François also smiled and said, "What country bumpkin from Nord? You are a real Brittany, my son-in-law. Don't call yourself that anymore."
"That's right, Ryan. You're going to be a king in the future. Stop saying that you're a Nord all the time. Look at your face. You don't look like a Nord at all. At most, you were raised by a Nord." Berchemund also said, "You married Suria, so you are a Brittany."
Laing nodded silently. He did want to write something.
The finger of the champion of the Goddess of the Lake flashed with psionic lightning. He thought for a moment and carved a line of words on Merovin Castle. "Then I will write something. Unfortunately, literary talent is not my strong suit. It is better than nothing."
"The summer wind blows the iris feathers. Only a remnant of Musillon City remains."
"For three hundred years, shadows have gathered. The blood of heroes has been spilled here. It recedes with the tide and withers with the dew. The past is like a dream in a dream, lighting up the darkness of the mortal world."
Everyone was in high spirits, but when they saw the words Laing wrote, they all fell silent.
They thought of the countless soldiers who had died in battle at Musillon City in the past three hundred years. They thought of the knights and soldiers who had died in a series of battles since February this year. They thought of Duke Ardred of Lyonasser and Duke Forcade of Montfort who had sacrificed themselves in this war. They thought of the severely injured Laun, and the Knight of the Lake, Landuin, who had sacrificed himself to save Musillon.
In order to recover Musillon, the Brittany knights had shed their own blood.
His subordinates and allies were gratified that Laing could remember these sacrifices. Many knights who had relatives and friends who had died in this series of battles could not help but shed tears.
But the ultimate winner of all this was Laing. He was the one who initiated the war to recover Musillon. After half a year of hard fighting, he finally recovered Musillon and became the new Duke of Musillon. He had turned a new page in the history of the Knight King's Kingdom.
Looking at the tragic state of the whole city, Laing gently stroked the gate of Merovin Castle. He thought of a ready-made sentence in his heart.
A general's success is built on the bones of thousands!
… I am the dividing line of the scene's inscription …
Five days later.
The blood dragon vampires in Muxilon had all retreated, and the other undead had been completely slaughtered. Therefore, there was no resistance in the whole city. The army carefully searched every street, and all the property was confiscated. The Knights of the Holy Grail immediately began to rebuild the Holy Grail Church here. The dark corners of the city were ruthlessly burned and rebuilt with fire. After careful identification, half of the buildings in Muxilon were "purified" by the flames, and the remaining half would also be rebuilt.
In Laing's temporary residence in Landuin Street, all the nobles and important figures were present, including François, Duke of Vanford, Berchemund, Count of Bastogne, Count of Garamente, Baron Bodreux, Paladin Jerrold, King of the Angrand clan, Lord of the Tarsyn Forest, Lord of the Tarsyn Forest, Veronica and Teresa, Paladin Alfrey, and the knights under Laing's command. Lord Vanford, 'Green Arrow' Sir Bertrand respectfully sat at the last seat.
"There are still more than 20,000 residents in the city," Baron Deven Hex introduced. "We have recruited all of them as laborers. We will gather all the corpses and cremate them to rebuild Mu Xilong City. This process is estimated to take three to five months. During this process, we will provide food. At present, including these 20,000 people, there are about 120,000 people in Mu Xilong City. These people are under our control."
"We obtained around 36 thousand crowns worth of wealth in Merovin Castle. This wealth will be purified by King Belega," Hex continued. "Apart from the wealth in Merovin Castle, we also obtained around 20 thousand crowns worth of wealth in the city. This wealth will also be purified by King Belega."
"Leave it to the dwarves!" Belega raised Angrand's Hammer to show that he had heard it.
After that, everyone fell into silence at the same time, especially the knights and nobles under Ryan's command. They seemed to have a tacit understanding as they stared at the smiling and silent new Duke of Muxilon, Ryan Macado, with fiery and excited eyes.
Even the flag bearer, Grail Knight Armand, was no exception.
The battle was over, and the clean-up and post-battle preparations were almost done.
It should be … that time, right?
Everyone looked at Laing expectantly. With his achievements, Laing had already obtained the title of Duke of Musillon and was destined to become the Knight King in the future. Now that Musillon was broken, it was everyone's turn!
Laing stood up with a smile. "Cough, cough. Alright, it's my turn to make an announcement."
"Ohhhhh!" The whole hall became restless. This was what the knights had been waiting for! This was what everyone had been waiting for!
"Now, let me announce the new personnel arrangements and the distribution of spoils!"
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