Chapter 723: Cleanup

"Oh my God! What happened?"

Liszt, who was sleeping, was awakened by the sound of continuous slamming on the door.

"Sir, our port has been invaded!" The waiter's horrified voice came from outside the door.

"Invasion? Wait, where is it?" Liszt was still a little confused.

"The port, there may be a group of pirates coming."

Liszt was shocked and confused. What kind of pirates dared to attack the port under Arda's control?

"I have to go take a look!" He jumped out of bed quickly and hurriedly found clothes to wear.

"Don't go, it's too dangerous!" Sevia hurried over, her hair disheveled before she had time to comb it.

Her words made Liszt calm down a little, "There are naval gunboats parked in the port area and a battalion of Marines stationed there, so they won't be able to stop even a wave of pirates."

Just then, a bright light rose from the west, and a fire broke out in the port area.

Liszt forced himself to calm down and quickly entered the corridor to the front hall. As he walked, he ordered: "Call all officials to the city hall and send someone to inquire about the situation in the port area! Oh, by the way, I need to contact General Quick immediately! "

"Report!" A noncommissioned officer in navy uniform flashed out from the front corner, saluted Liszt and reported: "General Quick has gone to the port area. He requires all armed forces to prepare defenses according to previous arrangements, and hopes that You can reassure residents and don't let panic spread."

Liszt slapped his forehead and said, "Yes, if the port is just a feint attack, we can't fall into the trap. Do as the general says!"

Everyone settled down and hurried to the front hall to wait for the arrival of the responsible persons. At this time, Sevia put on her hood to cover her black hair, "I'll go to the port and have a look. Maybe I can help!"

"You?" Liszt grabbed her, "It's too dangerous!"

Seeing the strong look of worry in the man's eyes, Sevia smiled, "Don't worry, I won't put myself in danger. You also want to know what's going on there? I can guarantee that no one here knows better than me. Hide and protect yourself.”

Liszt nodded hesitantly and agreed, "Go with the army, don't get accidentally injured."

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"What a terrible weapon!" Martin held his head in fear and lay down behind a pile of barrels on the deck.

As a businessman who frequently travels in and out of Lion Port, he has heard of this type of firearm from the Northwesters, and because the port has recently strengthened its defenses, he has even heard the sound of the defenders testing cannons from a distance.

He had not cared about it until now, when he became the target of such a weapon.

Along with the thunderous roar, metal projectiles struck at high speed. The boat Martin was traveling on was made of fine oak and was so hard that it would take a lot of effort to cut it with an axe. But the shipboard like this is like cardboard in front of the projectiles of the Northwesters. Every time a hole is punched, sawdust flies everywhere. Is this kind of power really something that humans can create?

Those who had not yet disembarked, including their own crew members and Giles' soldiers, were all unlucky. Some were directly hit by projectiles, with limbs and arms flying everywhere, and some were hit by sawdust flying everywhere. He fell down and screamed.

"Everyone get out! Everyone get out! If you stay here, you will only become a target!"

Amidst the crashes, shattering sounds and screams, the cloaked man was still shouting hard, trying to regain command.

He was also lying on the deck like Martin. Unfortunately, he had just been hit by a piece of flying splintered wood on his right arm. The wooden thorn at the broken part pierced into his flesh, and the blood seeping out soaked the sleeve of his right arm.

Such a blow was completely beyond the cloaked man's expectation. He had thought that the greatest long-range resistance he could encounter was nothing more than crossbows and arrows.

"Dirk Doyle!" Martin shouted his name, "I'm going to be killed by you!"

"Shut up! This is just an accident. As long as we go ashore and act according to plan, things will go back to their original track."

The mage named Doyle finally made up his mind, risked his life, jumped off the deck, and fell into the sea with a thud. He endured the pain in his right arm and climbed up to the dock.

Fortunately, the men who had already landed ashore had already begun to take action. They set fire and caused chaos everywhere, killing the locals who came to resist them.

Doyle estimated the number of people. Except for the ship he was on which was hit hard, all the subordinates on the other ships had disembarked. Plus the desperadoes on Martin's ship, the manpower he could use was about a thousand people. .

He took out the map he had prepared in advance, and now he must gather his strength to take advantage of the chaos to attack the most important city hall in the city, and at the same time send an attack signal to the Skitarii allies guarding outside.

Skitarii? How disgusting! As a spellcaster, he spat in his heart. He never dreamed that he would cooperate with the church's minions before, but this was an order from Archduke Giles, and he had to obey.

Since the "happy" cooperation with the Arcana Society, Giles the Greedy Wolf has seen the power of the so-called wizards, but the Arcana Society's negative support for him in the war logistics made him very angry, so the Grand Duke decided to organize his own team of wizards.

This is not an easy task. Most spellcasters follow the principle of escaping from the world, are strongly wary of secular rulers, and carefully hide their identities. Giles spent a lot of effort to recruit some, Dirk. Doyle is one of them.

Because this mission required cooperation with the Corner Bay Church, many spellcasters were very resistant, but Doyle stood up and expressed his willingness to go through fire and water for the Archduke.

At this time, Doyle looked at a warehouse that had been set on fire. There was a raging fire on it. It was a good tool.

No mistake, one sentence, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar, take a look!

He muttered in his mouth and pointed his hand at the warehouse. With a sudden sound, the flames on the warehouse suddenly increased, and the shape was also extremely changed. The flames turned into tentacles that seemed to be stretched out, and then rolled together, and finally gathered into a strange flower.

Although the effect was very strange, it was actually just used to send signals.

Giles's warriors who were creating chaos everywhere saw this signal and immediately gathered near the warehouse.

Doyle waited beside the warehouse. Ten people, twenty people, thirty people, a hundred people... More and more subordinates gathered around him, and soon they could attack the city hall.

But as time went on, fewer and fewer people came, and he had a bad premonition in his heart.

A dense and rapid sound of footsteps approached, proving his worries.

A large number of soldiers in uniform appeared at the street corner, all holding strange long-pole weapons.

"Quick! Kill them!" Doyle ordered loudly, and the soldiers of the Undead Army rushed forward, shouting and rushing towards the defending soldiers who appeared.

After a flash of fire, accompanied by dense explosions, the Undead Army soldiers who rushed up fell one after another.

The Marine Battalion stationed in the port area reacted quickly, and they rushed out of the barracks when the first beam of fire rose.

After determining that someone had sneaked in from the dock and created chaos everywhere, the battalion commander immediately ordered the streets to be cleared by squads, but the squads were not dispersed too far to facilitate rapid assembly.

According to the intruders' activity trajectory, they quickly locked onto the warehouse with the largest fire.

The battalion commander immediately ordered to give up chasing those scattered saboteurs and concentrate troops to kill the "core" parts first.

The invaders who had just assembled were soon surrounded.