Chapter 620 Refugees

"...Run! Orcs are coming!"

"The Western Frontier has all fallen! Even Fengxi City has been slaughtered, and all the people in the city have been killed! Run!"

...

Various shouting sounds mixed with the sound of rushing footsteps cut through the tranquility of the town.

The black smoke column rose to the sky with the burning flames, and the air was filled with the smell of burning rice ears.

On a hill outside the town, Queen Midela stood beside the carriage, looking at the chaotic town and the fields trapped in the sea of ​​fire, and asked Marquis Garcia beside her:

"You arranged these?"

Marquis Garcia nodded, without denying:

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

Queen Midela smiled and said, "Now the effect of the Fierce Flame Collar is much better."

Marquis Garcia nodded: "Yes, after all, news of the defeat in the Tianduan Mountains has been spread, and there is also the tragic situation after the fall of the Western Frontier..."

Queen Midela pointed to the fields trapped in the sea of ​​fire again and asked:

"Then what are you sending people to burn crops? Don't leave food for the orc army?"

"That's right. For an army like an orc who has no logistics transportation and relies entirely on robbery to solve food and drink, the best strategy is to retreat strategically and clear the world. In this way, if the orcs cannot grab enough food, they will start to mess up first." Marquis Garcia sighed, "What a pity, there are always some idiots who try to block the orcs from their territory..."

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

Marquis Garcia frowned but did not refute.

Wherever his eyes were, a man sitting by the field was crying loudly at the burning ears of rice. The fire almost lit his clothes, but he still refused to leave.

The passing people went to pull him, but he beat the ground and screamed with disheveled hair:

"I won't go anywhere! This is my home, everything about me! You kill me! You kill me..."

"This is a price that must be paid..." Marquis Garcia whispered.

I don’t know if it’s persuading Queen Midela or herself.

The west wind whistled past, pushing the fire in the fields away, as if it was a red carpet, spreading rapidly in front of you.

The rising smoke obscured the Marquis of Garcia's vision, but the shrill crying sounds were clearly heard into his ears.

"Let's go." Queen Midela urged.

The two got on the carriage, the convoy went down the hill, and continued to go west.

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

On the not-wide road, there were civilians fleeing eastwards, young people bent over by huge burdens, women crying constantly with children, and old people stumbled...

Crying, shouting, cursing... intertwined into the overture before the end of the world.

Queen Midela pulled down the curtain and blocked Marquis Garcia's vision, saying:

"Stop looking."

The Marquis Garcia did not resist, and sat silently in the car, staring at the void ahead with empty eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

Seeing this, Queen Midela felt a little uncomfortable. Just as she was about to comfort her, she heard the guards approaching the window and whispering to report:

"Your Highness, ahead is the team of the St. Grien family..."

Queen Midela was stunned. Before she could react, she saw Marquis Garcia getting up and walking out.

"Don't go out!" Queen Midela reached out to grab Marquis Garcia, but was avoided by him.

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

As soon as I stood firm, I saw that the team of the St. Grien family had already approached.

They obviously recognized the royal carriage and were ready to come and greet.

The leader was the Western Consul Crete St. Grian.

It was just a few months before I saw this old man, who was originally strong and energetic, had become old and needed someone to support him when walking. His hunched back seemed to be blown off by a gust of wind.

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

"Garcia St. Hilde!" Cold words squeezed out from the cracks of the teeth of the consul Crete, with endless hatred.

Hearing this name, a commotion broke out in the escape ranks of the St. Grien family.

If it weren't for the presence of the royal guards, the people of the St. Grians would have rushed over and tore the Marquis of Garcia to pieces.

"Consul Crete." Marquis Garcia greeted calmly, and his eyes swept across the St. Grian family's team, and then asked, "Has Duke St. Grian withdrawn?"

The identity of the consul of Crete was shaking because of his anger. He stared at Marquis Garcia with his scarlet eyes and said gritting his teeth:

"The knights of the St. Grien family will not abandon the Western Frontier!"

Marquis Garcia was silent for a while.

He also noticed that the escape team in front of him was full of old, weak, women and children. It seemed that the knights of the St. Grien family were probably still in the Western Region, but I don’t know how many people were still alive…

Seeing that the atmosphere became more and more tense, Queen Midela had to step forward a few steps, blocked the Marquis of Garcia, showed a gentle smile, and comforted:

"Consul Crete, I can understand your feelings, but rest assured that the dedication and sacrifice of the St. Grien family will be remembered forever.

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

Please believe me, the Western border will definitely be restored.

You will definitely be able to return to your hometown.”

The consul Crete was obviously not moved by such beautiful words. His burning eyes were still staring at the figure behind Queen Midela, and asked in a tough tone:

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

"Your Majesty will give you an explanation for right and wrong, merits and demerits. But now, we still have to rush to the Storm Fortress, please forgive me." After saying this, Queen Midela turned around and pulled Marquis Garcia and pulled him back into the carriage.

Then urged the convoy to leave immediately.

The name of Marquis Garcia had just been passed, and more and more refugees came to hear the news on the road.

The incident of Marquis Garcia leading his army to evacuate the Tianduan Mountains first has already spread throughout the Glorious Empire. In addition, Emperor Reinhardt personally identified him as a traitor, Marquis Garcia is now infamous in the empire.

Especially those who are forced to leave their hometowns are inevitably willing to eat their flesh and blood.

Queen Midela was afraid that she would have unimaginable consequences to stay here again, so she had to leave in shame.
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