Chapter 392 Destruction

The chaotic sound of gunfire rang out again and again, and people kept falling down beside Sal, but Sal and the other soldiers who were still standing continued to charge forward. The closer they were to the city wall, the harder it was for the attacks on the city wall to hurt them. The soldiers on the city wall were getting more and more panicked.

"Great Chief!" Hell Roar had already attacked near the gate. Sal raised his head, pressed his hands on the ground, and vomited the pain of the beastmen to the earth. The earth quickly responded. Along a clear and precise straight line, the whole piece of the earth staggered and lifted up, comparable to the impact of a dragon, and directly hit the gate of the city wall. The gate and the surrounding brick walls disappeared instantly. Fortunately, the city wall of Dunholde is stronger than other places, otherwise the whole wall will collapse, otherwise, it will bring certain troubles to the attack of Sal and others.

The city wall that thought it was invincible was breached in an instant, and Blackmore screamed all of a sudden, sobering up from all the wine he had drunk before. Blackmore rubbed his face and immediately chose the path he thought was the most correct, escape! As

long as the green mountains remain, there is no fear of running out of firewood. After operating in Durnholde for so many years, Blackmore still had a lot of savings hidden outside. As long as he could get out alive, he would have the opportunity to realize his ambitions.

Blackmore's generals did not realize that their master had quietly escaped, and they were still commanding the battle firmly on the city wall. The soldiers screamed in fear from time to time. Each general walked through the crowd, stabilizing their emotions and ordering them to continue to reload bullets, fire, draw bows, and shoot arrows. The collapsed city gate turned into a steep hillside. The cavalry in the concentration camp immediately launched an attack on the orc soldiers under the command of the commander. There were roars of battles everywhere near the city wall. No matter how tough the armor was, it would be crushed by the soldiers on both sides. There were bloody bodies everywhere.

"Too many enemies, too many." Blackmore, who had just escaped to the bottom of the city wall, looked outside along the collapsed gap. Green sounds were everywhere, and there were countless white wolves. The survivors who escaped from other concentration camps were right. These orcs could control the beasts to stop fighting. Blackmore felt some hatred in his heart. If he had not sold Sal back then, he would be the one commanding the orc army now! Blackmore gritted his teeth and continued to run forward.

"General! General!"

A blood-stained sergeant ran to the general who was still commanding the battle on the city wall and shouted loudly. The general looked at him and shouted loudly as well.

"What are you doing!"

"General! Lord Blackmore is missing!"

"What did you say?" The general looked around in horror. Sure enough, Blackmore had already run away to who knows where.

"General! What should we do now? We can't hold on any longer! Let's surrender!"

The general looked at the battle scene below and shook his head in despair: "It's too late, Blackmore has killed us all. Look at those orcs, they are already blood-thirsty, it's impossible to get them to stop."

"Are we just going to wait here to die?"

The general looked at the eager eyes around him and took a few deep breaths: "Let's retreat! We are very familiar with the roads here. Since the enemy cannot stop attacking, we will take the initiative to withdraw and escape wherever we can! Blackmore betrayed us, we have no obligation to die for him!"

The sudden retreat of the human warriors caught the tribe off guard, but Sal did not hesitate. He immediately ordered the soldiers to split into two groups, one to attack Blackmore's residence and the other to attack the prison where the orcs were imprisoned. The other soldiers could escape if they wanted to, because they were not Sal's target. Now in Sal's eyes, there was only Blackmore, the chief culprit who killed his compatriots.

Blackmore was now frantically robbing his way through his mansion. There was a secret passage under his mansion, which led to the outside of the city. This was a way for him to save his life, but he didn't expect to use it at this time.

Blackmore rushed into a small, dark and dirty room in the mansion, opened the secret door with a key, and just as he stepped in, he missed a step and rolled down.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Blackmore protected his head, but his leg was still injured when he fell.

"Hiss, damn it, why is the first step so deep? The guy who built the stairs should die!"

At this time, Blackmore had already forgotten how he had withheld the workers' wages.

After cursing a few times, Blackmore moved forward with his injured leg. He fled too hastily and did not bring his lantern with him. Now he was moving forward completely in the dark. But this was also good. No one would find him. The other side of the tunnel led directly to the woods outside the city. Once he escaped to the woods, he would be completely free.

Suddenly, the tunnel began to tremble. Blackmore could not stand up and fell to the ground. He looked at the tunnel in despair. Was it going to collapse? Small pieces of stone and dust kept falling on him. After a while, the shaking stopped. Blackmore coughed and dug up the dust around him, trying to stand up again and continue to flee. However, things did not go as he wished. The tunnel really collapsed, and a huge stone blocked Blackmore's way. The injured lord could not move the stone at all, and the gap between the stone and the wall could not let him get through. He could only retreat, but there was a battlefield behind him. What should he do?

The rumbling sound rang again, and the earth shook again. There was no more hesitation! Blackmore gritted his teeth, turned around, and returned the same way. He used all four limbs to crawl out of the dark room like a ball, and the inside collapsed. Blackmore looked at his secret passage very sadly. The damn earthquake made the difficulty of escape greatly increased. After taking a few breaths, Blackmore turned around and prepared to leave, but her heart was in her throat.

Holy Light, Blackmore swallowed her saliva. Sal, wearing black plate armor and holding a huge hammer, was already standing in front of her. In Sal's hand was a sharp sword, dripping with blood.

"Sasal"

Sal threw the sword in his hand directly to her: "Pick it up, if you are still a man, stand up and fight! I don't kill unarmed people!"

Blackmore didn't want to pick up the sword thrown by Sal, but everyone could feel the anger that filled Sal's body.

"Let me explain, Sal"

"Too late!" Sal raised the hammer of destruction with some disappointment.

"Wait! Didn't you just say..."

"I don't kill unarmed people, but I won't hurt people around me or my own people!"

Lightning and the hammer of destruction tilted down, and the house was razed to the ground. In the end, only Sal was standing there.