In Terra, she is a hunter and a bad woman.

Ramalen spoke softly.

She naturally thought about the old woman's words.

She knew that the current situation was not a good one.

But since she came, it means she is prepared.

Now that things have come to this, they have no way to escape!

"...I understand, kid."

The old woman sighed.

She looked at the girl in front of her, pursed her lips, and stretched out her hand with almost all her strength to take off the black feather crown on her head.

All the surrounding banshees realized what was happening. They knelt down slightly, lowered their heads, and prayed for the two people in the center of the venue.

"This is a challenge that ordinary people find difficult to accept, Lamaren."

Looking at the girl with her head lowered in front of her, the old woman sighed.

But she still forced a smile and looked at the other person.

"But you are a smart, beautiful, strong girl."

"I believe in you. In your hands, the banshees will continue to sing..."

"The ancestors will find peace, and the warriors can return to peace..."

As the old woman spoke, as she handed over the crown, she seemed to have lost the last breath that supported her. Her body gradually became weak and her eyes became empty.

She fell quietly in the sarcophagus, her body gradually becoming thinner.

Ramalen quietly straightened it out and laid it in the coffin surrounded by white flowers.

Listening to the other person's voice getting smaller and smaller, and his breathing getting weaker and weaker...

The black crown outlines her slightly sad face.

"I will……"

"Miss……"

Chapter 259: Collapse of the Front Line

Even in a human world like Terra, where birds and beasts are everywhere, the Sarkaz are a unique race.

At least, Maria could probably tell the difference between the other races: these were wolves, those were dogs, this group of people were birds, that group of people were cows...

But the Sarkaz are different.

These people are more of a broad concept than a race.

The various royal courts within it, such as the Wendigo, Blood Demon, Goliath, Dead Souls, Shapeshifters, Stonewing Demon, Cyclops, etc. can all be described as one race.

Among this group of races with different appearances, characteristics, abilities and personalities, banshees are also a relatively special race.

Unlike the crazy Sarkaz imagined by outsiders, although the banshees are also Sarkaz, they are a race not much different from ordinary people... In other words, they are actually the Sakota within the Sarkaz, with stable emotions and gentle personalities.

According to tradition, they also use bone flutes to play elegies for the dead Sarkaz... just like the watchful eyes of gravekeepers.

They are an extremely peaceful race.

But even so, the banshees cannot completely avoid the attacks of war.

The long history has engraved everyone's hatred for the Sarkaz into their culture and flesh and blood. Whenever they meet, they basically go to war.

Even though the banshees don't want to fight most of the time, they can't withstand their attacks.

In the early days when everyone still fought each other with flesh and blood, the banshees' screams were a powerful killing move that made it impossible to distinguish between friend and foe on the battlefield.

But now with the emergence of high-speed warships, the Banshees are unable to penetrate those sharp steels... In addition, the Banshees do not have the same strong bodies as other Sarkaz, so they cannot participate in special operations. In modern warfare, they have lost the greatest characteristic of their race and gradually become a more special type of soldiers.

Generally speaking, they will act as the breakers when the soldiers of both sides come into contact in large-scale battles, using their screams to tear apart the enemy's flesh.

then……

Just to meet the attack of those artillery...

This dire situation has caused the number of pure-blooded banshees to begin to decline sharply.

Perhaps after a few years, the Banshee Court will gradually disappear in the history of the Sarkaz, just like other royal courts.

What's worse is that they have always remembered the Sarkaz warriors and sent them off, but there is no one to send them off and remember their existence...

Because of this, the banshees became more and more reluctant to participate in the war... They had no intention of betraying the Sarkaz or the Demon King, but they really didn't want to get involved in the war anymore.

But... things often don't go as we wish.

"Please send these documents to the District Committee. They will make arrangements."

In Huiya's room, Ramalen, who had recently taken over, signed the document and handed it weakly to the follower in front of her.

Almost a week has passed since the transfer of power.

During this week, she didn't even get six hours of consecutive sleep. She was either in meetings or dealing with documents.

Although she still maintained her stunning appearance thanks to the banshee's unique bloodline, her dull eyes showed that her mental state had been overwhelmed to the limit.

The maids hesitated for a moment, and one of them took the document and turned away, while the others approached the other carefully.

"Lamaren..."

The leading banshee held up the other person's hand with concern.

Although the banshee's body temperature was indeed lower due to her living habits, Ramalen's hands were already unbearably cold at this time.

"You should take a break..."

Although the other party's identity is the Lord of the Royal Court, the banshees don't really care about it. They only call him the monarch on important occasions, and they usually call each other by that name out of habit.

"I know, Mira... I know."

Faced with the concern of her companions, Ramalen just smiled.

Since she has chosen to take on this responsibility, she will not back down.

She was clearly aware of how bad the current situation was... The coalition forces were coming with great force, and were completely different in scale from before.

The successive defeats on the six major fronts already explain a lot.

That's why she must be more diligent and make adequate preparations.

The Banshee King's Court is currently located in a natural barrier, only about half a month's journey away from the Royal City of Kazdel. It is an extremely important area... But the bad thing is that there is not only one road here.

If the coalition forces wanted to, they could take a few more days to bypass here and cut off the city's supply... By then, the situation would be completely irreversible!

So she must be prepared when the coalition forces completely break through the front line.

Although the Demon King Elesh has now led the army in person, Ramalen, as a former candidate for the Lord of the Banshee Court, has met him several times.

She knew that he was a gentle demon king who had no ability to change the battlefield. He went to the battlefield more likely because of pressure from other royal courts, forcing him to come forward to appease the royal court soldiers who had lost their morale.

But...if it's just momentum, it can't change the reality.

She also had to be prepared to respond to the Demon King at any time.

"What's the situation outside now?"

Ramalen pulled back her friend's hand and continued asking questions.

The maids looked at each other and hesitated for a while before giving a vague response.

"A barely peaceful situation."

"With the massive influx of refugees into the city, our previously stored food is clearly running low. We're relying on the resources from Kazdel behind us to keep us going. If our supply is completely cut off, we can only hold out for two weeks at most under normal control. Even at our maximum wartime capacity, we can only hold out for about a month at most."

"Our area is likely to become a battlefield soon, but the Royal City has only provided us with resources to support ourselves. They have no intention of sending troops or supporting these refugees. If a real battle breaks out, they are likely to riot."

"As for the outside world... there hasn't been any news from the front lines for a week. It's unclear what's happening."

The maids were also worried as they spoke.

They actually had some things they hadn't told Ramalen.

During these days, they have been trying their best to assist Ramalen. Faced with the situation of losing contact with the front line, they also consulted the civilians who had poured into the city during this period, but the results they got were all nothing.

They did not see soldiers from the rear continuing to join the battlefield. Instead, more and more people reported that the frequency of attacks from the coalition soldiers they encountered increased.

And for this situation to occur... there seems to be only one possibility.

"Don't you know yet?"

Ramalen frowned.

According to her understanding, the nearest battle line was only a week's journey away from them. Even if the front line was defeated, the exiled army should have run back. How could they have lost contact?

"No, we have to reconnect!"

Lamaren dropped her hands to her stomach and immediately stood up.

But as soon as she stood up, she almost fainted due to her weak body.

This frightened the maids around so much that they almost rushed forward to support the other person.

"I am fine."

Lamaren pursed her lips.

She really didn't want to show weakness in front of these companions who trusted her, but the body was ultimately superior to the spirit.

She was gradually unable to hold on any longer.

The maids beside them also gritted their teeth.

"If it really doesn't work...should we issue a reward?"

"Reward?" Ramalen was a little confused.

But the maids beside them nodded seriously.

"Banshees aren't good at struggling and hiding, and it's difficult for them to evacuate in time when they encounter danger. There are many compatriots of other races in the city right now. We can issue a bounty and have them investigate. With so many people, we can gather more information..."

The maids said this as they carefully helped Ramalen to the lounge nearby.

Although Lamaren was still struggling a little and trying to return to her seat, the maids were determined to let Lamaren rest.

She is simply overdrawing her life by doing this!

Even though the banshees have a long lifespan, they cannot withstand such consumption.

If this continues, Lamaren will most likely die young at around the age of eighty!

Ramalen, whose body was really weak, could not resist her companions. When she was arranged to have a good rest on the bed, she could only raise her head helplessly and look at them.

"Then please help me arrange this matter..."

"I must get intelligence in the next two days!"

“This matter is very important!”

Even though Lamaren couldn't open her eyelids, she still held her companion's hand tightly and spoke reluctantly.

Only after hearing their continuous assurances did I rest uneasily.

After a few blinks, the sound of slow breathing slowly came.

She was really exhausted.

……

"Investigation reward?"

In the tavern, Maria sat aside, slowly looking at the paper handed to her by the person next to her, her eyes slightly narrowed.

Next to her, the bar environment was much quieter than the first time she came.

As for the reason.

Those people on the ground who are still unconscious and want to cause trouble can explain everything.

This is Maria's third time here this week.

For Maria, alcohol is like a special drink in life. She will drink some when she is bored.

But because she had no money, Maria couldn't drink often... Maria also disdained to do things like getting something for free.