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"Pass down the order: Sink them!"

"Oh, and don't forget to leave a few small fish to go back and report the news."

Dukur's eyes were filled with cruelty.

Before long, dozens of ships of various sizes sailed into view from the distant sea...

Chapter 226, Before Dawn

Dozens of boats of all kinds were slowly moving forward in the strait, most of them carrying women and children.

The ship's decks and cabins were already packed with people.

Everywhere you look, you see people curled up.

On the deck, most people's eyes were filled with a sense of relief at surviving the disaster.

Recalling the brutal and merciless slaughter by the Noxians in the province of Galin behind them, the women and children on the deck still had lingering fear in their eyes.

Fortunately, they have now boarded this life-saving ship.

Although they didn't know where else they could escape to, there was always hope for survival.

Suddenly, a cry of alarm came from the bow of the ship.

"Turn around immediately!!!"

At the bow of the ship, the captain looked at the dozens of black warships lined up in front of him, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes.

He shouted anxiously.

It's just a pity...

It's all too late.

...........

"fire!!!"

The messenger standing on the mast shouted and slammed the command flag down heavily.

Then, under Duguel's orders, the Noxian warships lined up in a row, which allowed the cannons on their sides to be used to their fullest potential.

"Boom boom boom!!!!"

Dozens of warships opened fire simultaneously, and cannon fire shot into the sky in an instant.

With a burst of smoke and a wave of heat, the shells flew away unprotected, carrying the civilians of Galin on their boats.

"boom!!!"

Faced with the relentless artillery fire of the Noxians, the ships carrying Galin civilians to the province of Chiyun were directly blasted into pieces.

With dozens of warships firing at full power, shells rained down like raindrops, and Galin's ships were simply unable to turn around.

With just two volleys, only two or three ships remained on the water, besides the flames, the remains of a few boats, and driftwood.

"Ceasefire!"

As Dukur gently raised his hand, the fleet ceased its bombardment.

Dukur showed no intention of continuing the pursuit, but simply watched as the two lonely boats drifted away in the direction they had come from.

These two rounds of shelling destroyed not only dozens of ships, but also took thousands of lives.

Dukur was clearly unconcerned about the tragedy unfolding before him.

He turned his head and spoke to the mage hidden in the black robe beside him.

"It's a bit of a pity that we didn't collect these materials."

"It just gave the sharks in the sea a delicious meal."

Dukur said with a hint of regret.

"No problem."

"On the beach, there are hundreds of thousands of souls waiting for us to harvest."

The mage's eerie voice reached Dukur's ears.

"That's right."

Dukur responded with a fanatical and cruel smile.

"Are you sure it's okay?"

"You have to understand that's hundreds of thousands of people, not hundreds of thousands of pigs."

"Are the troops you have enough to use?"

The magician asked Dukur.

After all, there are hundreds of thousands of pigs, and slaughtering them is quite labor-intensive and costly.

If hundreds of thousands of people were to actually put up a resistance, it would be hard to say who would win with Dukur's forces alone.

Moreover, Noxian soldiers are human beings too, and under such inhumane policies of slaughter, some soldiers have already shown signs of resentment.

"Hehehehe..."

Upon hearing the magician's words, Dukur suddenly let out a sinister laugh.

"You can rest assured."

"I know the task assigned to me by the Pale Lady."

"I will never let her down."

Dukur said in a low voice with a wicked expression.

"That's good........."

"Our goal is almost achieved!"

"This much soul power is enough, more than enough..."

Dukur's words also stirred the magician's heart, and his eyes gleamed with excitement.

"Yes!"

"That is our eternal life!"

A glint of greed and desire also flashed in Dukur's eyes.

His expression was like that of a greedy jackal that had smelled fresh flesh and blood.

It is filled with suffocating malice and evil thoughts.

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

The coastline north of Galin was filled with tents of all shapes and sizes.

But most of them were people sleeping in the open air.

In the very center, in the largest tent, were the elders of the province of Galin who were still alive at that moment.

The elders gathered together to discuss countermeasures.

"It will be dawn in five hours."

"The first batch of ships that set off for Zhiyun should be returning soon."

"I just don't know... when the Noxians will arrive."

"I hope everything goes well..."

An elder said with a worried expression.

In fact, the elders were not unaware of the existence of a Noxian naval fleet.

But even so, what other options do they have?

Taking some action is better than just standing still and waiting to die.

Under the cover of night, they ran as far as they could, which could be considered as leaving a seed of hope for Galin.

Furthermore, the elders felt that leaving under the cover of night would be more discreet and would likely not be detected by the Noxians.

The only problem is that it's obviously unrealistic to expect just a few dozen boats to ferry hundreds of thousands of people across the coast.

The only hope now is that the first group of people who escaped will bring Zhiyun's aid.

In fact, Galin Province is the most barren province in all of Ionia.

In comparison, the province of Chiyun, which is just across the coast, is much wealthier.

"Don't worry, there's always a way out..."

Upon hearing this, another elder gently comforted everyone.

But these words sound like self-hypnosis.

"Crash!!!"

"They're back! The ship to Zhiyun is back!!!"