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Chapter 142 Fall

late at night.

On the silent sea.

Only the slightly rippling sea surface reflected the light of the moon in the sky, appearing silvery-white.

A harbor can be seen on the edge of the sea. The harbor is not very big, with only less than six ships of various sizes docked there.

There are more small fishing boats.

Even the bustling port seemed quiet late at night, as most people had already fallen asleep.

A huge ship sailed towards the port, dragging a solemn shadow and a pungent smell of blood.

We were almost approaching the port.

However, there was no signal from the lighthouse at the port, as if... there was no one inside.

"Aren't you going on patrol tonight?" asked a soldier from the Kingdom of Cohen.

Another soldier shook his head indignantly: "Damn it, my shoulder hurts so much that I can't even lift it up, why should I go on patrol?
Go ahead if you want to go. I finally managed to save my life, so I need to take a good rest."

The soldier had a lot of bandages wrapped around his body, especially on his shoulders. It was obvious that he had just retired from the front line and the only thing he could do was recover.

However, due to insufficient manpower, even the wounded had to undertake some night patrol tasks at this time.

This naturally led to dissatisfaction among many wounded soldiers. They fought desperately, but now they were being exploited at this time.

"Those damn masters don't have to go to the front lines to fight, yet they still make us go on patrol despite our injuries. Damn it."

Another wounded soldier echoed angrily.

The other soldiers were all injured to varying degrees, and they took this opportunity to vent their emotions and curse.

"Boom boom boom!"

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

"Who?" The soldier sitting at the door frowned and shouted irritably.

But no one answered from outside.

"Damn it." He stood up cursing and opened the door.

Outside in the darkness, a dark figure stood in front of the door, just looking at them.

Smelling the faint smell of blood in the air, a soldier captain who had been resting and had hardly spoken a word immediately got up and raised his weapon from the side.

Seeing his action, the other soldiers quickly took action.

They are the ones who survived the meat grinder on the front line. Those who survived are elite veterans.

"Who are you?" asked the older-looking captain of the soldiers with a frown.

The faint smell of blood in the air gave him a very bad premonition, because his front line had already vomited from the smell of blood.

The dark figure at the door raised his head.

Apparently, the door was blocking his view, and the shadow covered his face.

"I hear your voices of dissatisfaction, resentment, anxiety, and pain. You are very dissatisfied and want to vent.

Those pigs who eat meat in the back make you fight on the front line. You watch your comrades die, and you are on the verge of death.

Filled with pain, they clearly deserve honor and preferential treatment, but they still have to fight desperately under those damned masters."

His words seemed to carry a hint of magic, and as his voice gently penetrated into the ears of all the soldiers present.

The soldiers were dazed, and some even put down their weapons and listened quietly.

"Hey, Pike! Pick up your weapon, what are you doing!" The captain of the soldiers noticed something was wrong and shouted loudly.

After he roared, several soldiers seemed to wake up immediately, but they were still listening.

"It's you, kill him!" The captain of the soldiers turned around and shouted, rushing forward with his weapon in hand.

"Your captain seems to be unable to hear your pain? How sad, he is also the one who caused you pain.

Let him die, and vent your anger on his head."

The captain of the soldiers who had already rushed over didn't care about all this and was about to stab forward with the spear in his hand.

"Um..."

A muffled groan was heard, and pain was felt.

The soldier captain looked around in disbelief.

His comrades, who had barely managed to survive the meat grinder, stabbed their weapons into his body.

"Captain, are you in the same group with them?"

"Don't be...ah!" Before he could finish his words, the captain screamed again.

Another member of the patrol stabbed him directly from behind with his weapon.

Another one, and then another.

The screams gradually faded.

The captain of the soldiers who wanted to resist had been pierced by several spears and became a corpse hanging on the "impalement rack".

"Come on, chop off his head, rush out, and vent your anger!"

The dark figure laughed loudly, and a blood-red flame ignited in his hand, which he held like a torch.

The soldiers behind him were like possessed men, chopping off the captain of their former comrades, and sticking his head on their spears, holding it high in the air.

The other soldiers followed suit and cut off the captain's limbs, impaled them on their spears and held them high, as if they were swearing something.

When they rushed out of the room.

A raging fire had broken out outside, and the port city seemed to be ravaged.

There were cries and screams everywhere.

Flames engulfed the city.

Some figures shuttled through the flames. They gathered and gradually formed a group on the street, like a long dragon walking slowly.

Leading the way was a group of vampires, who were shouting and singing loudly, as if they were performing something.

Behind them are the residents of this city, including soldiers, craftsmen, farmers, and civilians.

They held various things that could be called weapons in their hands, and their eyes revealed an inexplicable fanaticism.

"Ahhh, what are you doing! You damned troublemakers, get out of here!"

A somewhat obese nobleman, dressed in gorgeous clothes, screamed in horror.

The controlled soldiers around him held him down tightly and dragged him over.

This is a square.

The captured soldiers and city residents gathered here, holding torches high.

Behind him was a sea of fire.

There is a statue in the square, where a vampire tailor stands.

The controlled soldiers pressed down the nobleman of the port city.

"What do you want to do? Let me go, the kingdom will not let you go."

He was sweating profusely and his face showed fear, but even then he was still threatening.

The vampire seamstress looked down at him.

"Inferior creature."

Looking at the tailor's appearance, the nobleman seemed to be finally frightened.

Looking at the situation around him, he seemed to have thought of something and shouted loudly: "Forgive me, let me go, I am willing to believe in your God!

I will spread the faith, I will provide you with funds, do you need a sacrifice? Plenty of it, I can provide as much as you want. "

The seamstress, however, seemed unmoved.

"Really, believe me, I'm a descendant of the Twyne family, and my father is the lord of the city of Vetra! He's an earl!"

The sound stopped suddenly.

His head was chopped off.

As this scene unfolded, the surrounding soldiers and civilians seemed to be ignited and began to roar crazily.

More people were dragged out, those who were determined and not affected.

They had soldiers, civilians, old people, children, and nobles.

"Sacrifice! Welcome the apostle of our God!"...

The logistics camp of the Graystone Fortress.

There was light coming from a huge tent, and it seemed that there was a meeting going on inside.

Dozens of night watchmen were waiting outside the tent.

Inside the tent.

Some of the commanders of the Graystone Fortress who are still alive are here, as well as the very important prince.

Apart from these, the only unfamiliar faces were Black, Getari and Popot.

"Blake? Why are you here instead of following His Highness?" His father, Richard, was also in the meeting, and of course the Earl was there too.

The strength that the two have demonstrated in the fortress during this period makes them qualified to participate in these meetings.

Blake didn't expect that he would meet the Earl and his father at this time.

"Your Highness ordered us to come here. We have obtained some important intelligence in a camp outside Cape City.

This important information concerns you all, so His Highness sent me to tell you this information."

"What about Kana?" asked the Count.

Why didn't Kana come in person? Or did something happen to Kana?

"His Highness has something to do and will be here in a few days. We will go ahead. The information is urgent."

Prince Anstar, who was sitting in the main seat, watched the three of them finish their reminiscence and asked directly, "What kind of information is this?"

Blake nodded and said directly: "Intelligence shows that the blood clan and a large number of cultists within the blood clan are attacking the city of Vitra by boat.

They are going to capture this city and sacrifice it!"

Hearing this information.

Everyone's expression changed and they immediately frowned and started thinking.

The bishop in his robes asked, "Are you sure? Are they cultists?"

Blake nodded seriously. "Of course. We are the Night's Watch. We are sworn to protect this world. These cultists and the evil gods they worship are enemies that must be annihilated."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present couldn't help but look at each other.

Some even couldn't help but smile, but this smile was not one of relief or happiness, but of sarcasm.

Only Richard and the Earl had serious expressions and believed that they had truly received the blessing.

If the vampires were destroyed and they were still alive, they would definitely join the Night's Watch.

"Hey! What are you guys laughing at? Is this funny?" Getari himself is a Gray Mountain Dwarf, and he has fought with Kana many times.

Plus, they had just been invaded by the damn demons and those cults not long ago. If it weren't for the Night's Watch, there would be no Grey Mountain Dwarves.

Getari was very dissatisfied with the attitude of these people.

"Haha, sorry, my dwarf friend, I just... have never heard of the name Night's Watch."

An officer who had just been unable to hold back his laughter shook his head, his smile still sarcastic.

"Let's put that aside for now. You should know that Vitra City is close to the fortress. If it comes under attack, we can provide support at any time.

And if you want to attack Vitala City from the seaside, you have to capture Ironstone Port and then cross the patrol line.

How can it be that easy?" an officer couldn't help but say.

What he said made a lot of sense. It was precisely because Vitara was safe enough that they transported most of the wounded there.

Another officer couldn't help but interject, "Besides, there's a Holy Light Church over there. There should be some Paladins and Priests there right now, right?"

As he said this he looked towards the bishop.

The bishop also nodded.

"If they are cultists, they will protect the city and find out those cultists."

"Excuse me, how many priests and paladins are there in that church?" Popot suddenly asked at this time.

Looking at the mouse, some officers looked at it curiously, or rather, they were looking at it curiously from beginning to end.

But the bishop was a man who had seen the world, and he certainly knew that the big white rat in front of him was a round-eared rat man.

"I transferred some priests and paladins from the Vitra Church. We should have 6 paladins and more than 10 priests now."

Hearing this, Popot frowned.

This is too little. Do these people think that these are just some cultists preparing to cause trouble in secret?
Popot still remembers Kana's words.

Khanna once said that as time goes by, the world's defenses will become weaker and weaker.

More and more evil gods have turned their attention here, and what is even more terrifying is that from the letters it can be seen that these cultists have intercepted some fragments of the Stone of Creation.

Even if there are only a few, it is enough for them to summon some powerful demons.

The power of these demons lies not in their physical strength, but in their ability to amplify the evil god's ability to influence the mind.

It’s not that Popot looks down on those humans, but there is a war going on and there are refugees from the Kingdom of Safro who have lost their homes everywhere.

The city was also crowded with wounded soldiers. In this situation, the influence of these evil gods was like a fish in water.

And these cultists were not the riots caused by the cultists that Popot had heard about from time to time.

But it is the blood clan’s army, they are an influenced cult army.

"But what if... the enemy is an army?" asked Popot.

"The army?" The bishop frowned.

Popot added, "What if there are people in that city who have already become cultists?"

Judging from the letter, this group of cultists have been eyeing that city for quite some time.

At this time, Black suddenly said, "Your battle situation shouldn't be optimistic, right? If something happens in Vitra City, do you really have the troops to support it?"
It's even impossible to let such news get through, as it would cause widespread panic and collapse."

"Shut up! Who do you think caused these problems? It's you damned fellows. Those monsters are from your country.

Those monsters were once from the same country as you, right? Who knows if you have been affected? You..."

The officer with some scars on his body stood up angrily and spoke loudly.

The officer next to him pulled him.

"Sit down!" Prince Anstar roared.

As soon as these words were spoken, the officer's anger instantly subsided. He turned to look at the prince and lowered his head.

"I'm sorry, my lord."

Prince Anstar looked at them and said, "I'm sorry, the war situation on the front line is not optimistic and it has put too much pressure on him."

As he said this, he looked at the Earl and Richard apologetically.

Blake didn't care at all. He had already prepared himself mentally for this when he came.

At this time, Anita said: "Please rest assured, Blake is a light bather, and his will is recognized by the Holy Light."

After hearing this, the officers looked much better and their attitudes became more relaxed.
Obviously, the title of Lightbather is much more useful than the title of Night Watchman.

Getari also frowned at this time, and suddenly said: "From now on, there will be no more Gray Mountain Dwarves. We have all joined the Night's Watch."

"What?!" The bishop was the first to frown and stand up.

Prince Anstar also frowned and couldn't help asking, "What about our previous cooperation and trade..."

"I don't know. Yata will come here with Kana soon." Getari didn't understand any of this and just waved his hand.

The saint who had been sitting next to him without saying a word finally spoke at this time.

"In that case, why don't I lead a team over to check out the situation? We can't really help much here anyway."

After all, without any information from the cathedral, they would not be able to help the Kingdom of Cohen to fight against the Kingdom of Safro.

At this time, there was a noisy sound outside.

"what happened?"

Ha, before he could finish his sentence, a soldier covered in blood rushed in.

"Urgent news! The city of Vitra has fallen."

It's over. The thoughts of others present

It's too late. Blake frowned.