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"While the enemy hasn't reacted yet, we should bring more areas under our control!"

Captain Bayek gave instructions to his soldiers.

"Yes!"

The soldiers responded enthusiastically.

"kill!"

Bayek, who possessed the strength of a Silver Rank warrior, was the first to charge forward, and the warriors behind him followed him into the village.

............

As dusk approached, shouts of killing and cursing suddenly rang out in the village.

The villagers were all awakened.

Elder Harold was sitting in his room, quietly reading a book, when he was suddenly startled by the shouts of battle coming from outside the window.

Just as Elder Harold was in surprise, a villager dressed in blue, covered in blood, suddenly burst in from outside the door.

"Oh no! Oh no!!!"

"Elder, run! The Noxians are attacking!!!"

Elder Harold was immediately alarmed. Although he had heard about the Noxian invasion of Philol, he never expected that one day the sword would actually be held to his throat.

Elder Harold became the village elder because of his knowledge and prestige; he was merely a frail old man.

Hearing that the Noxians were coming, they dared not linger here.

Elder Harold immediately tried to run after the young man.

But as soon as he reached the street outside the door, three or five menacing Noxian soldiers chased after him.

"stop!"

The words, laced with chilling murderous intent, sent a shiver down the spines of both the old man and the young man.

"Elder, you'd better run!"

The young man gritted his teeth. Elder Harold was a kind and helpful person in the village and had helped his family a lot.

To express his gratitude, the young man returned to rule over Elder Harold even in the face of imminent disaster.

Seeing the Noxians charging in, the young man decided to stay behind to cover Harold's retreat and buy him time.

The young man grabbed a wooden stick from the side and stood in front of several Noxian warriors.

"Come on!"

The young man turned and growled at Elder Harold before charging towards the Noxian soldiers.

Seeing this, Elder Harold knew that staying would only be a burden.

So he turned and ran in the opposite direction.

"what!!!"

Before he could run two steps, he heard a scream from the young man behind him.

Harold's body trembled, a trace of sadness flashed in his old eyes, but he continued to run forward without stopping.

Finally, after another handover, Harold encountered a dozen or so other young men in the village.

"Elder!"

Everyone's faces lit up with joy as they approached Harold.

"go!"

Harold gritted his teeth as he spoke, his aged voice filled with grief and indignation.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a terrifying flame rose from the west side of the village, and the villagers' eyes were filled with grief and indignation.

Because what was burning fiercely in the flames was their home!

"Come with me there!"

A resolute glint flashed in Harold's eyes; he knew that the village alone was powerless to resist the Noxian invasion.

For now, the only option seems to be to use "that".

Upon hearing this, some people remained silent, while others were completely bewildered.

The people who remained silent clearly knew what Elder Harold meant by "there."

Seeing that Elder Harold had made up his mind, they said no more and instead escorted him in a certain direction.

Chapter 213, The Temple Seal, Awaiting Execution

"Bah!"

The temple's long-neglected doors were pushed open from the outside with great force, making a creaking sound as if they were about to collapse.

Seven or eight disheveled figures filed in.

Then, still shaken, the group quickly blocked the rotten wooden door again.

The original team of more than ten people suffered further losses in their efforts to escort Elder Harold to this dilapidated temple.

The remaining few were filled with fear.

The Noxians' gleaming blades and axes had terrified them.

Seeing the villagers they lived with day and night dying one after another under the Noxians' swords and axes, how could these ordinary villagers not be terrified?

Inside the temple, a putrid smell filled everyone's nostrils.

Elder Harold, still shaken, looked at the mold and withered, decaying plants scattered throughout the temple, a hint of reminiscence flashing in his eyes.

Afterwards, Elder Hadro gradually calmed down.

"well........"

He sighed softly, as if recalling something.

In the blink of an eye, almost thirty years have passed.

I wonder what that girl looks like now.

A hint of doubt flashed in Elder Hadro's eyes. What if everything was as the priest had said back then?

Then she.......

He should still be alive.

Thinking about his purpose, Elder Hadro hesitated again.

Because he didn't know whether doing so would be a blessing or a curse.

When the time came, Hadro hesitated.

"boom!!!"

Suddenly, the temple's decaying wooden door seemed to have been struck by a heavy blow, producing a loud bang.

The sound also startled Hadro, who was still hesitating.

"Hurry, Elder!"

"The Noxians are here!" 410

The remaining villagers rushed forward to try and block the rotten gate.

But everyone knows that this approach can't last long.

Leaving aside whether they could block the gate, the rotten wooden door itself couldn't withstand the impact of the Noxians outside.

At this moment, Hadro had no time to hesitate.

Thinking of this, Hadro gritted his teeth and walked towards the center of the temple, where there was a stone platform covered with withered vines.

With trembling hands, Hadrod pulled a magnificent crystal that shimmered with a mysterious luster from his pocket, and then slowly embedded it into the stone platform.

At that moment, Hadrod had only one thought in his mind.

"That child..."

"They used to be villagers too, they should be able to help us..."

This idea became Hadro's lifeline.

Meanwhile, the temple's decaying gates finally gave way and shattered with a loud crash.

The seven or eight young men who were blocking the door were also knocked away.

At this moment, the crisis has spread to the necks of Hadro and the others. Will they really be able to escape from this desperate situation?

In the dim light, Hadro could even see the cold glint of the axes in the hands of the Noxian soldiers outside the door.

"Buzzing..."

Suddenly, the ground around the temple began to tremble...