Everyone was moved.
Drawing blood with a broken arm is the oldest way of cursing and severing ties in the continent of Azeroth. Witnessed by the stars and gods, it can produce a mysterious power. Nor is it a member of the Zenit royal family.
"Okay, okay, since you want to sever the relationship, I will no longer be your son from now on."
Christo roared angrily: "I will imprison you and let you watch with your own eyes. I will unify the Zenit Empire and kill Arshavin, Dominguez, Natasha and your sons and daughters. Exterminate, peel off that shit Chambord City, and the damned Chambord King Alexander, into an empty human skin, hang it in front of you day and night, and make you suffer forever."
"Christo, you bastard, you are not human, I will kill you..."
In the distance, suddenly, there was a roar of anger, and a dazzling flame of battle energy pierced the sky, attacking and killing...
North City Gate.
The fighting here has almost reached a tragic level.
The Zenit Empire has more than 60,000 troops, and they are displayed here. Under the wisdom of the witch Paris, they are brave enough to hold on to their positions. Remnants of limbs, dead bodies, and all kinds of blood-stained rocks piled up into mountains on both sides of the city gate, forming a safe passage. The people in the guard city rushed out from this only way of life. Charge towards the direction of Chambord City.
Witch Paris also participated in the frontline battle.
The long white dress she wore was completely dyed blood red. On her peerless cheek, a shocking sword mark almost split half of her face. There were also many wounds on her delicate body. It was a look of firmness and calmness, standing at the highest point, commanding the army to fight, while wielding a scimitar, cutting off the Barcelona people who were trying to rush up.
Under the desperate protection of the army, the civilians quickly passed through this only passage, and escaped from this hell on earth by night.
"How much escaped?"
Paris asked loudly.
"My lord, it's hard to calculate. However, more and more people are coming from this side of the city. I just discovered that some nobles, with their guards and belongings, mixed with the civilians and tried to get out of the city..."
An officer below answered loudly.
"The order is that only civilians can leave the city, and women and children are given priority. If nobles are found among them, regardless of their titles, they will be executed immediately."
Paris swung her knife and chopped off the three Barcelona warriors in front of her, and said coldly: "Enjoy the title and salary of the empire, and die for the empire!"
"Obey!"
The battle is getting more and more intense.
Every second, a large number of lives are lost.
The North City Gate is like a meat grinder, grinding countless creatures on it...
"Your Highness, let's go, let's go!"
The young Zenit soldiers blocked the sharp swords and steel knives of the Barcelona people with their flesh and blood, spurting blood from their mouths, and before dying, they shouted and urged the second prince Dominguez to leave immediately.
The military headquarters is about to fall.
"In the Zenit Empire, there are only princes who died in battle, not cowards who surrendered."
Dominguez was determined to die. Although he was seriously injured, his eyes were burning with fighting spirit, and he would not retreat.
The prince, who was once ridiculed by countless Zenit nobles for being too handsome and feminine like a woman, displayed the toughness and strength at this moment, making countless Predator feel ashamed. Ambush and killed the Barcelona elite and two moon-level powerhouses with the magic killing array and the dragon-shooting crossbow. I am afraid that with this little strength of the military department, it is absolutely difficult to last for more than an hour.
And it was this one hour snatched from the hands of the god of death that allowed all kinds of orders to flow out from here, giving the imperial soldiers who were still fighting in the city the clearest guidance to the greatest extent. Leading the panicked civilians towards the only way of life at the North City Gate.
The second prince and Paris, a pair of tacit partners for many years, did their best to preserve a trace of blood for the Zenit Empire on this night of crisis and bloodshed.
Today, the fighters around Dominguez died one by one.
In the end, he was the only one left.
Behind him, in the highest meeting hall of the military headquarters, there were less than a hundred civilian staff officers who were still manipulating the magic machine to issue the final order.
"Come on, kill him, he is the prince of Zenit, cut off his head, a great achievement!"
Montoya hid in the crowd and drank.
He also suffered serious injuries in the previous battle with Dominguez, and was frightened by the second prince's desperate style of fighting, so he never dared to fight face to face again.
"Haha, if you want to kill me, you have to pay the price!"
The second prince was full of fighting spirit and flames flashed, leaped into the air, rushed into the crowd of soldiers in Barcelona, and arrived in front of Montoya in the blink of an eye, laughing and swinging his sword.
Montoya's soul flew into the sky, and he swung his knife to fight back.
puff!
The long knife plunged into Dominguez's chest without fail, piercing his heart.
A look of astonishment and ecstasy flickered on Montoya's face.
But—whoop!
A ray of sword light flickered, Montoya's head soared into the sky, and the blood in his chest burst out like a fountain.
The second prince actually exchanged his life for his life, and he fought in the same style of death. He ignored Montoya's long knife and took the opportunity to cut off the head of this rising star in Barcelona.
Puff puff!
The sound of swords piercing through the body came densely.
In an instant, countless spears, steel knives, and sharp swords pierced the second prince's body.
"die!"
He roared, bursting out with the last strength of a moon-level powerhouse, and slashed out with a backhand sword. The arc of light chopped the surrounding Barcelona soldiers into meat paste, and then with five or six sharp weapons stuck in his body, he jumped up in the air and stumbled on the ground. On the steps of the highest meeting hall.
Domingos looked down at the Barcelona people who had been completely stunned by this indescribable bravery, his body swayed, and he laughed loudly: "How can the prince of the northern giant bear die at the hands of you lowly demons?" , Haha, even though St. Petersburg was destroyed today, you don’t have to be complacent for long. You will have to pay the same price tonight when Alexander returns from Chambord and Barcelona’s imperial capital Nou Camp, hahaha... "
Amidst the loud laughter, he stumbled into the highest meeting hall and detonated the final magic circle together with the remaining more than a hundred civilian officials.
Rumble!
The entire hall exploded and collapsed, and the thousand catties of rubble and stone pillars collapsed, blowing up all the people inside and burying them.
In the bright night sky, a bright star pierced through the darkness, and with a dazzling trailing tail, it fell!