Chapter 619： refugee

The latest website: "...Run! The orcs are coming!"

"The Western Territory has all fallen! Even the City of Wind's Breath has been slaughtered, and all the people in the city have been killed! Run!"

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The sound of various shouts mixed with the rapid footsteps shattered the tranquility of the town.

Black plumes of smoke rose into the sky with the burning flames, and the air was filled with the smell of scorched rice ears.

On a hill outside the town, Queen Midella stood beside the carriage, looking at the chaotic town and the fields engulfed in flames, and asked Marquis Garcia beside her:

"Is this what you arranged?"

Marquis Garcia nodded without denying:

"Yes. Before the evacuation of the Tianduan Mountains, I had already sent people to spread rumors in the Western Region, trying to get the civilians of the Western Region to evacuate earlier, but unfortunately... the effect was not very good."

Queen Midella smiled and said, "The effect of the Feiyan collar is much better now."

Marquis Garcia nodded: "Yes, after all, the news of the fiasco of the Tianduan Mountains battle has come, and the tragic situation after the fall of the Western Territory..."

Queen Midella pointed to the field that was caught in the sea of ​​fire and asked:

"Then why did you send people to burn the crops? Don't leave food for the orc army?"

"That's right. To deal with the orcs who have no logistical transportation and rely on looting to solve their food and drink, the best strategy is actually to retreat strategically and keep the walls clear. If the orcs can't grab enough food, they will start chaos." Marquis Garcia sighed, "Unfortunately, there are always some idiots who try to keep the orcs out of their territory..."

Queen Midella smiled and said, "Of course you said it so easily, after all, this is not your territory."

Marquis Garcia frowned, but did not refute.

As far as he could see, a man who was sitting on the edge of the field was looking at the burning rice ears and weeping loudly. The fire almost set his clothes on fire, but he was still reluctant to leave.

Passers-by pulled him, but he thumped the ground and screamed in a disheveled way:

"I'm not going anywhere! This is my home, my everything! Kill me! Kill me..."

"This is the price that must be paid..." Marquis Garcia said softly.

I don't know if I'm convincing Queen Midella, or I'm convincing myself.

The west wind roared past, pushing the fire on the field far away, as if it became a red carpet, rapidly spreading out in front of you.

The rising smoke blocked Marquis Garcia's sight, but the shrill cries were still clearly heard in his ears.

"Let's go." Queen Midella urged.

The two got into the carriage, and the convoy descended the hill and continued westward.

Marquis Garcia lifted the curtain and saw a chaotic and desolate scene outside.

The roads that are not wide are crowded with civilians fleeing eastward, there are young people who are bent over by huge burdens, there are women who are holding children and crying constantly, and there are old people who stumble...

Howling, shouting, cursing... interweaved into a prelude to the end.

Queen Midella pulled down the curtain, blocking Marquis Garcia's sight, and said:

"stop looking."

Marquis Garcia didn't resist either, sitting silently in the car, staring blankly at the void in front of him, not knowing what he was thinking.

Seeing this, Queen Midella felt a little uncomfortable. Just as she was about to speak a few words of comfort, she heard the guards approach the window and report in a low voice:

"Your Highness, in front of you is the team of the Saint Grian family..."

Queen Midella was stunned for a moment, but before she could react, she saw Marquis Garcia got up and walked out.

"Don't go out!" Queen Midella reached out to hold Marquis Garcia, but he avoided him.

The curtain was lifted, and Marquis Garcia had already jumped out of the car.

As soon as he stood firm, he saw that the team of the Saint Grian family had already approached.

They apparently recognized the royal family's car and were about to come over to greet them.

The leader was none other than the Westland Archon, Crete St. Grian.

It's only been a few short months since I haven't seen him. This old man with a healthy physique and spirit has become very old. He needs someone to help him when he walks, and his hunched waist seems to be blown off by a gust of wind.

"His Royal Highness..." As soon as the consul of Crete was about to salute, he saw Marquis Garcia jumping out of the carriage. Immediately, his expression changed drastically.

"Garcia Saint Hilde!" The cold words squeezed out between the teeth of the Crete Archon, with endless hatred.

Hearing this name, there was a commotion in the escape team of the Saint Grian family.

If it weren't for the presence of the royal guards, I'm afraid the people of the Saint Grian tribe would have rushed forward and tore Marquis Garcia to pieces.

"Consul of Crete." Marquis Garcia greeted with a calm expression, and at the same time, his eyes swept across the ranks of the St. Grian family, and then asked, "Has the Duke of St. Grian withdrawn?"

The identity of the consul of Crete trembled because of anger. He stared at Marquis Garcia with scarlet eyes, gritted his teeth and said:

"The knights of the St. Grian family will not abandon the West!"

Marquis Garcia was silent for a while.

He also noticed that the fleeing party in front of him was full of old and weak women and children. It seems that the knights of the Saint Grian family are probably still in the west, but I don't know how many are still alive...

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting more and more tense, Queen Midella had to take a few steps forward and stand in front of Marquis Garcia, showing a gentle smile and comforting:

"Consul of Crete, I can understand your feelings, but please rest assured that the dedication and sacrifice of the Saint Grian family will always be remembered by the people of the Empire.

Moreover, His Majesty has reassembled the army in the Storm Fortress, and is about to launch a counterattack against the orcs.

Believe me, the western border will be restored.

You will also be able to return to your homeland. "

The Archon of Crete was obviously not moved by such beautiful words, and his burning eyes were still staring at the figure behind Queen Midella, UU reading asked in a strong tone:

"Your Highness, I want to know, what kind of punishment will the traitor behind you get?"

"Right or wrong, Your Majesty will give everyone an explanation. But now, we have to rush to the Storm Fortress, please forgive me." Queen Midella said this, turned around and pulled Marquis Garcia back, dragging him back in the carriage.

Then urged the convoy to leave immediately.

Just now the name of Marquis Garcia has been spread out, and more and more refugees have been gathered on the road after hearing the news.

The fact that Marquis Garcia led the army to evacuate the Tianduan Mountains had already spread throughout the Radiant Empire, and Emperor Reinhard the Great personally identified him as a traitor, and now Marquis Garcia is notorious in the empire.

In particular, those who were forced to leave their homes were unavoidable, and they wanted to eat their flesh and blood.

Queen Midella was afraid that if she continued to stay here, there would be unimaginable consequences, so she had to leave quickly.