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Chapter 1781: The Fall of the City

Back in time.

Kingdom of Midgard, Hoarfrost, Lower City.

Woo...ah...

The terrifying 'Earl' opened its arms and made a painful sound. A huge wound was opened on its back by Fried. Fire rolled into the sky, burning its skinless body. Its empty eyes, mouth and nose,

The flames spurted out uncontrollably, and tongues of fire spread and danced around it.

Fried was wearing a burnt cloak and stood fifty meters away from its feet, holding the rough and heavy 'Boiling Demon's Iron' on the ground with one hand. He raised his head and looked at the wailing people.

The glory of the monster's body gradually faded under the attack of the heat wave. The flames coming out of the monster's body became more and more intense, becoming more and more out of control. Finally, a large fire cloud spurted out from the huge body, "Whoosh"

The sound flashed across the night sky, like brilliant fireworks, disappearing into darkness.

The temperature in the air gradually dropped. Beric fell from the dragon's back and walked to Fried. He saw that the armor on his body had been melted and turned into metal lumps that had not completely solidified, steaming: "

Marshal, are you okay?"

"I'm a little injured, it's okay." Fried stuck the sword in his hand on the ground. A high-level warrior armor is basically useless. Warrior armor is usually a little different, unlike knights who pay attention to protection.

, they also require that the air pressure condensed in the body be released outwards, so the protective ability and temperature resistance will be inferior to knight-like armor.

The dead 'Earl' was burned by the flames, and Noda's body turned into a pile of black ashes and piled on the ground. Fried tore off the metal blocks stuck to his body and threw the severely damaged armor like scrap iron.

On the ground, the soft armor lining was also simmered into charcoal ash, revealing a body of strong muscles. It had a domineering isolation and protection during the battle. The burns on the body surface were not to the point of being unable to fight. Only a piece of his left shoulder was burned.

The most serious.

Berwick handed him a full can of water. Fried drank it in one gulp and said: "The problem here has been solved, it's time to focus on taking over Hoarfrost City. Deputy Marshal, you have spent so many days, stay behind.

, to prevent further accidents, it is me who will end the battle on the front line."

On the surface, Beric seemed to be fine, but in fact his physical energy had been exhausted and he needed a long period of rest and recovery. In the past half an hour, due to the timely appearance of Fried and the attraction of the Holy Flame Golden Dragon,

The earl did not cause much damage to the rear of King Quan Xianjun. The casualties could not be counted. Berwick estimated that there would not be too many. What was more troublesome were the many military tents arranged in the wild. The fortresses were destroyed and some

A lot of food and supplies were also damaged, but the pain was not unbearable.

The first layer of the frost shield, which was the strongest and had the longest duration, melted away. The frost monument tower on the palace lit up with countless snow-blue cursed lights, and Midgard's city shield opened the second layer of frost shield.

The queen hoped to maintain this state of isolation from the inside and outside, and hoped that Rachel would counterattack as soon as possible and eliminate the people in the city first. However, she did not expect that the monster released from the little magic bottle would die so quickly. The monster was called very terrifying by her ancestors.

, are completely different concepts in the eyes of different people. Perhaps, without Berwick's experience and Fried's strength, it would really cause unimaginable disasters for the King Quan Xianjun.

The queen's face was very ugly. No monarch would have a good face at the moment of his country's survival: "The future of Midgard is tonight, may the gods protect it."

Outside the frost shield, Fried, who came from afar, saw his generals directing his soldiers to violently attack the frost shield. He couldn't help but frown: "What did you do to these guys!" He quickly fell into the army formation.

Among them, the soldiers saw the vanguard general approaching and cheered.

The officer commanding this unit hurried over to report the situation to the generalissimo. Fried immediately warned him: "Tell your troops to stop attacking immediately. In addition, call a few messengers to convey my military order. All external troops must stop."

Attack, wait outside the frost shield. Wait for the shield to break and enter the city together."

The officer didn't know why, thinking that it was because the shield was there that he was anxious to break it. However, he did not dare to doubt the marshal's order, so he immediately conveyed the order and sent messengers to inform the commanders of each team.

Ten minutes later, the attacks from all the troops gradually subsided. At this time, the large troops saw that the frost shield, which had lost the fierce external attack, was rapidly dissolving and dissolving. They couldn't help but be extremely surprised. Only then did they know that the stronger the attack on the frost shield, the stronger the attack.

, the more it will be supported by the endless power of the main body of the formation, once the external attacks are eliminated, the center of the formation will no longer supply the magic power to support the frost shield, and it will dissolve on its own.

Fried was a veteran in the army and was familiar with various war-related books in Santa Vicoa. He remembered very clearly the weakness of the ancient city's protective shield that he had never seen before.

The frost shield melted very quickly, and within ten minutes it was so thin that you could see the flash of magic in the frost shield. In one fell swoop, Freed climbed onto the wall, filled his fist with domineering energy, and punched the fragile ice shell with a bang.

The frost shield shattered on the spot.

"Soldiers, attack~!!!" As soon as the frost shield broke, the commanders of the various armies shouted immediately, and the sound of attack horns resounded throughout the canyon. In an instant, the soldiers lined up outside the shield were all buzzing.

People are pouring into Baishuang Upper City, and the end of this battle is about to begin.

"How could this happen?" Queen Midgard's face turned from livid to pale. When she saw the broken pieces, while ice shards were falling one after another, a light like a morning star came to the sky above the royal city, shining down on everyone.

Jean Recher's mood, like his physical fitness, hit rock bottom: "Kia Fried! This... is impossible..."

Freed volleyed with an unruly, somewhat joking chuckle, and his voice spoke to all directions: "Weak people, why resist? Become the cornerstone under the feet of the strong, or the spoils in the hands of the winner? There are two paths, you still have the opportunity to choose

, but the time left is running out.”

"Is this the general of Saint Bikoya?!" General Hushan withdrew from the battle with the enemy. Seeing that the situation was not right, he had the intention of evacuating. He knew that once the frost shield was broken, the battle would be lost.

The army entered the city, and then the third layer of frost shield was about to come down, but it didn't mean much anymore.

The queen fled to the heights of the palace under the protection of eighteen guards. She kept looking back at the chaos below the city, feeling sad in her heart: "Why is this happening? Why do I work hard to govern the country and survive in various countries, but I end up in the wrong place?"

Such an end? I think that I am not a monarch with no achievements, let alone a greedy and ignorant leader. I have dedicated my life to this country, and I have never dared to ask for marriage, marriage, or love, but in the end I will become a king who subjugates the country.

?”

At this time, the queen hoped that the fourth black dragon would appear in front of her. She didn't know when she started to find that she was somewhat dependent on this person. Perhaps it was because of this person's arrival that Midgard had a

The hope of persevering, and it was also because of this person that made her choose to persevere in the end at the moment of decision.

Suddenly, a strange yet familiar figure appeared in front. It was the fourth black dragon!

When she saw this person, Queen Midgard almost shouted out the name. She stepped forward in a few steps and said, "God bless you, you are still here and haven't left!"

The fourth black dragon still wore sunglasses. He could see that Her Majesty the Queen was like a frightened and injured bird at this moment, urgently needing to soothe her panicked heart. There was a smile on the black dragon's face, and the smile was often louder than words.

It can calm people's hearts.

Sure enough, the queen's mentality calmed down a lot, and her excited tone also became gentle: "Now the whole city is out of control, and I can't do anything. Fourth black dragon, please tell me, can my country still exist?" She said

She was almost begging for a positive answer. No matter how unrealistic the answer was, she was willing to believe it, as long as the person in front of her was willing to tell her so.

The fourth black dragon's smile was still there, and he said: "Please don't forget what I said about accidents and luck."

The Queen recalled what he said in the conference room: "You mean the Prisoner's Gate?"

"Yes, I said that the Prisoners' Gate will not travel thousands of miles to come here to cause trouble for themselves. They will appear here and help me. They must want to cause trouble for those 'pirates'.

"The fourth black dragon affirmed: "There must be hatred between them."

"But..." The queen looked back at the situation below the palace: "Now the enemy has completely invaded, and the remaining defenders in the city have been completely defeated. I'm afraid they will be able to completely occupy this place in less than half an hour. I...I

..." Queen Midgard was about to cry, tears welling up in her eyes. It was hard for her to believe that within half an hour, those so-called illusory villains would come here to help her.

The fourth black dragon suddenly said seriously: "Before I came here, I actually had some understanding of your Majesty's management of the country. Do you think you are a qualified monarch? Do you think you are worthy of this country?

The people on the land?”

The queen was stunned for a moment and asked: "What do you mean?"

The fourth black dragon said: "If you have a clear conscience for what you have done as a monarch, then you should believe that in front of this wall of heroes, those ancestors who have fought bloody battles for this country will protect you."

The queen once again saw the wall of heroes not far ahead, and was stunned. Although it was slightly mottled, the blood shed by the ancestors was still on this land.

The sound of attacks below came from far to near, and were already approaching the palace. The Queen's guard said anxiously: "Your Majesty, the enemy is about to attack. We cannot stay here for long."

The queen's thoughts were brought back to reality from afar, and the danger was imminent. She smiled bitterly at the fourth black dragon and said: "I also believe in the blessing of the gods, but begging for the blessings of the gods at this time is really... It is a bit ridiculous. Is it my country?

Can the last hope only be placed in prayer?”

"Good people are rewarded, right?" The fourth black dragon said casually: "Maybe you should really pray. Not to the gods, but to those who have dedicated their blood and even their lives to this land."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left without waiting for the queen to say anything.

The Queen of Midgard really couldn't understand the man in front of her. Sometimes he was serious and calm, but when he needed to make decisions, he would say ridiculous things.



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