The Arab city of the Kingdom of Cormier is almost as old as the imperial capital Susal.

It was originally a camp and maintained a certain degree of independence.

It is precisely because of its independence and its political center away from the imperial capital Susar that this gradually prosperous city has experienced more than ten rebellions and independence in history.

It was not until the Raul family ruled the city of Arabia that the continuous rebellion ended completely within more than two centuries.

However, any beautiful and desirable place will often cause the beating of evil hearts, and Arab City is no exception.

In the history that Bryan is familiar with, the year of despair in the flames ten years ago erased Mokou Town from the territory of the Kingdom of Cormier, while Arab City also encountered an unprecedented disaster.

During the Orc War ten years ago, Arab City was led by the army of orcs and goblins from the Stormhorn Mountains, and joined forces with the Dark Temple of the Santalin Society, and occupied the largest city in the northern border of the Kingdom of Cormier inside and outside.

The goods from the export trade in Arab City were plundered, and all the unslaughtered mercenaries and civilians retreated to other cities.

What makes people feel most desperate is that the believers of the tyrannical god Bann successfully brought down a ray of incarnation through bloody rituals of the dark monarch.

In this chaotic war, even the temple of the goddess of luck, Taimora, was burned by the believers of Bann. The same thing happened in the temple of the mother earth god Shangthia, the guardian god Heim, the knowledge god Ogma, and the war god Tampas.

The female lord Myrcella Raul was in seclusion at the blocked mage tower, preparing to break through the legendary realm in one fell swoop, so that the Santalin Society could seize the opportunity.

When the female lord broke through the legendary realm and walked out of the Mage Tower, he looked at the devastated city and vowed to take back her territory.

"Waring against evil, either fighting side by side or perishing each other. Who will fight with Cormier?!"

For this goal, she quickly recruited mercenaries, raiders, scouts and adventurers, and then joined forces with the priests and knights of many temples destroyed by the Bene believers to plan a night of surprise attacks and successfully regained her territory.

Arab City is now more prosperous and prosperous than any period in history.

The name Myrcella Raul is also highly respected by all the people in the Arabian region.

Brian walked through the streets of Arab City, and the bustling noise came into his ears.

The market square in the civilian area is crowded and noisy. It is amazingly large and amazingly crowded. The vendors are yelling, the customers are yelling even more fiercely, and the lost children are crying.

The mooing of cows, the bleating of sheep, the chuckling of poultry and the croaking of croaking.

Once again entering the city where he had lived in the game world for five years and the familiar market, Brian couldn't help but immerse himself in it, as if he had returned to the game world.

Unfortunately, he could clearly feel his uniqueness, including tall, fair, vigorous haired Jondas, dark-skinned and solemn expressions, tall and big-skinned and strong-looking Madai barbarians, as well as female warriors who like to keep long braids and beefy, and even Sels who look gloomy and fearful...

Various people from all over the mainland were walking around Brian, and he studied every face passing by.

In the past memory, there were laughter, joy, or returning with a full load, or being filled with righteous indignation, dejected or cursed... but only phantoms were left, like gray ghosts, turning into gradually fading mist and dissipating in his mind.

The noisy streets seemed so quiet that they felt a little out of place for a moment.

He sighed softly, thinking that he had let go of the past for a long time, he realized that something always came to his mind inadvertently, making him nostalgic for a long time.

Brian squeezed out of the crowd, and with a thought, his body activated the floating spell as if it was uncontrolled, causing a mass of wind element energy to hover out of the bottom of his feet, slowly floating his body in the air.

He floated in the blue sky, overlooking the entire city, and his familiar and unfamiliar buildings appeared in his sight, coincided with the memories in his mind: the Elf Skeleton Hotel, the Dancing Dragon Lizard Tavern, the East Look Inn, the alert lynx, the tired knight, the silver wine glass, the swinging door, the scarlet spear...

Everything has not changed, and it is like this in my dream, and it was the same back then.

His eyes passed through the noble area and he seemed to see the wizard tower located in the central area of ​​Arabia, and the slender, charming but strong figure living in it.

In a trance, Brian seemed to have returned to the blood-stained city, the dazzling red sunset seemed to struggle to vent his anger and lean his last aftertaste.

And in that city covered by bloody sunset:

The horn of retreat sounds.

Brian stood on the devastated city wall, waved his staff from a high place, summoned a stone wall, and a ghost mage quickly used the magic to disperse the stone wall blocking the road, leaving a gap, and fled in panic.

"Beautiful!" The little demon pet who was lying on his shoulder screamed: "Go to his banshee's grandmother, close the door and hit the dog, master, and have another big fireball!"

So, Brian did.

The enemy's howl and the little devil's excited scream came from the rumbling explosion.

The army of the Yinhun City once wanted to invade Arab City so eagerly, but now they just want to leave quickly.

The army of players and indigenous people was doing their best to stop them. They tried their best to resist the gate, while the enemy desperately tried to tear a hole and escape.

The battlefield was once again caught in a fierce hand-to-hand combat.

They retreated!

The low horn of Yinhun City once again cut through the battlefield, and the enemy rushed out quickly from the cracks between the city gates that were getting narrower and narrower.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! Not only were the orc invaders in the West Gate fled back to the forest and mountains, but the enemies in the east were also retreating to a safe area.

Brian put away his staff and looked up at the sky, and he breathed a sigh of relief with trembling relief.

He saw the floating city of Sacros, hovering in the sky, salvaged from the sea of ​​fallen stars, and seemed to have received the same order and flew staggeringly into the sky.

The army of Arab City won, yes, they won, and faced with the floating city of Yinhun City, they actually defeated the enemy.

A light from the teleportation array emerged.

The figure of the female lord Myrcella Raul appeared, and a smile appeared on her pale face, "I have seen all your performances, just as I promised, when the war is over, I will personally issue you a purple dragon seal ring to become the pioneer of the Kingdom of Cormier."

After receiving the lord's guarantee, Brian also smiled because he could finally have his own territory in the game world with justification.

The first thing he thought of was Mokou Town leading to the Enoak Desert. When the war ended, he must unite several large player guild forces to capture Mokou Town.

"Do you think they will have another attack?" The female lord looked up at the sky and asked thoughtfully.

"It is hard to say that the people in the Ghost City suffered heavy losses, and the troops need to reassemble and deploy. Besides, their floating city has also suffered varying degrees of damage, and the harpist scouts have long been lurking in it, ready to destroy their Mither energy nuclear."

"I think so too," she said. "The battle is over, you can go and rest."

"Let's rest! Let's rest!" The demon pet screamed excitedly, "Master, I want to eat roasted chicken legs!"

“I’ll find a chance to rest.”

Brian ignored the rude request of the demon pet and said, "But we have too many wounded people. Even people like me who do not know how to heal the magic should help entangle the bandage."

The female lord looked at him and smiled comfortably, "Then let's go and help those in need now."

Brian looked around, and many priests appeared in the crowd of people taking care of the wounded. Rangers commanded their animal companions, constantly sniffing in the rubble and ruins, searching for survivors.

Among the piles of gravel, three survivors were rescued by the players like digging sweet potatoes. Although they were injured, they were still alive, with a smile on their dirty faces.

A figure wandering aimlessly near the ruins of the "Tired Knight" hotel appeared in the sight of the two.

Brian and the female lord immediately ran over, feeling relieved that her assistant Sissi could survive.

But when the young human girl turned her head and looked at him, her face hurt him.

The girl who participated in this tragic war for the first time was pale, her lips were bloodless, and her wide, round eyes were like two bottomless holes.

The female lord bent down and patted her messy hair comfortably.

"I thought I knew... what this would look like." The girl said softly.

Brian couldn't believe this soft and powerless voice. He had quarreled with the tower spirit of the Mage Tower and yelled at an ancient dragon.

"You can read all the books in this world, Sissi, but there is no text that can tell you the true appearance of war." said the female lord of Arabe.

"Then are you... used to this kind of scene?"

Sissi stretched out her wounded arm and pointed to the bodies still scattered on the ground, "Look at the people who were alive a few hours ago, now they have become... like this..."

At the end of the day, her voice was hoarse, and Brian felt a little relieved when he saw the tears surging in the girl's eyes.

Because feeling sadness is the first step to recover from fear.

"Of course I'm used to it. Asmothils, the lord of the Nine Prisons, is here. I have participated in the bloody battle of the abyss. Such a small scene is simply..." The little devil's scream was quickly cut off by Brian.

"No, no matter how many times you experience it, you won't get used to it."

The female lord said, "It hurts heartbroken, every time. But... the strangeness gradually fades away, and you will know how to cheer up from it and take the next step. Those who have passed away, those who have lost, will hope you cheer up. You will remember how to laugh, be grateful, and enjoy life. But what you have experienced will never be forgotten."

"I don't think I can laugh anymore."

The girl's words were not realistic, but they were so sincere that Brian, who was beside her, almost believed it, "Why is it me, teacher? Why are they all dead and I survived?"

"We will never know the answer to this question. All we can do is pay tribute to the dead with a fulfilling life and make sure their sacrifices are not in vain. Think about how your parents love you and how grateful they will be when they see you survive."

The female lord of Arabe smiled slightly, although it looked a little bitter, "Think about how grateful I would be when I saw you survived."

A human girl named Sissi smiled and turned to help those in need.

At this moment, a huge figure hovered in the air, obscuring the sunlight and sprinkling the shadow on Brian.

Marek, a war-transformer who transformed himself into a prime golden dragon, fell from the sky.

"Lord, no, the floating city is back." Marik, who was so weak that he seemed to fall down at any time, walked over staggeringly and said, "He is coming to this side, now."

Brian suddenly felt nervous, and his feet staggered, almost throwing out the body of the soldier in his hand.

He looked up and found that in the dim sky, the black spots that had disappeared appeared again, becoming larger at a speed visible to the naked eye. He felt a wave of fear attacking.

The female lord looked up at the sky and frowned, "I feel that the power of magic is unbalanced, which should be the reason why the Miser energy nucleus in the floating city has lost its function."

Fear envelops everyone's hearts and grabs everyone's hearts. If the falling floating city is coming for Arabia...

"Fuck his banshee's grandma! It must be the harpist who did a good job. The war has been won, but the floating city was ruined at this time..."

Brian's magic pet cursed inappropriately, but for the devil, the excitement mixed in his words is mostly mixed.

This time, Brian didn't stop it.
To be continued...