The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

A skull fragment was painted with blood on the yellow stained linen, rolling and fluttering in the wind. It was a flag held by a rough wooden gun. The bugbear holding the flag had a ferocious face and spit out hot steam from his mouth and nose. The mark at the corner of his eye glowed orange, and he raised his head and let out a mournful and deep roar.

One war cry was drowned in hundreds of war cries.

The horns buzzed and the drums rumbled like thunder on a summer night.

The refugees tightened their lips and widened their eyes, like a group of frightened herbivores, swarming into the city gate of Feilongguan Fortress.

The Flame Fist mercenaries guarding the gate were dressed in shiny iron armor, with golden flaming fists printed on the bright red armor. They usually looked majestic and majestic, but at this moment, looking at the swarming army four or five miles away, they looked like a group of careless people. The little girl could only scream for the refugees to stop crowding and enter the city quickly.

The ranks of the Order of the Supreme God have arrived at Baldur's Gate, but the city is not ready to fight.

If you know a little bit about this big city with a population of 120,000, you will know the long-standing division between rich and poor and class conflicts within the city.

When a large number of refugees poured into the city, the upper city chose to close the gates of the inner city, completely disregarding the lives of the citizens in the lower city and outer city.

Xiacheng District and Outer City District are also not of the same mind.

When disaster strikes, no one seems to care about the safety of others.

The inner city is defended by city walls. The outer city along the north bank of the Chongsa River has no city walls. There is only a Feilongguan fortress across the Chongsa River to stop the troops coming from the south. Livington, which is built on the south bank, is completely undefendable. Just like a beautifully packaged puff pastry cake, you can tear it open and eat the fragrant butter inside.

Civilians and refugees in Livington District chose to cross the river and fled into the north bank area. The crowd on Feilongguan Bridge was crowded and noisy, and children cried loudly.

"Close the door! Close the door!"

Seeing the army coming like a mountain torrent, the Flame Fist commander on the wall of Feilongguan Fortress was frightened by the fluttering flag and the terrifying war cry. He was afraid that he would be hit by flying spells or arrows in the next second, and his upper body would be damaged. He couldn't help but lean back slightly.

The iron gate of the fortress gate came crashing down, and it was about to fall on the heads of the crowded crowd of refugees. However, they ignored it, and the screams echoed through the porch of the fortress.

The refugee family cannot move forward or retreat. The mother holds her child tightly, and the father raises his hands. The refugees around him also stretch out their hands, as if they are trying to hold up the thousand-ton grid gate with their flesh and blood.

The next second, the falling iron gate was blocked by two giant steel arms.

A loud sound.

The giant metal statue, which was tall enough for two adults, raised its hands to hold up the gate. Just now, the giant statue-like man stood on both sides of the porch. He just turned around and took a step, easily preventing an accident.

"They are the Iron Guards of Duke Gotash!" "His Majesty Heim, thank you Duke Gotash!"

The heat dissipation holes on the back of the Iron Guard spout billowing steam, the engine roars inside the body, and the machine vibrates. Every line and structure shows an extremely high level of craftsmanship.

The leading soldiers of Flame Fist ran over holding their helmets to maintain order. They glanced at these mighty iron guards in surprise and envy, then set up their halberds and pushed the refugees on the suspension bridge to let them leave.

Suddenly there was a huge commotion in the doorway.

Equally noisy are the city's governing bodies.

Baldur's Gate is nominally ruled by the Zonggui Council. These 50 Zonggui members will elect four dukes to form a ruling committee. The four-person committee is the highest authority in the city-state.

Although there are guilds and mutual aid associations in the lower city and outer city that control everyone's life, the gentlemen in the upper city firmly control the city-state's violent institutions, the Flame Fist and the Watchers. The Watchers are only responsible for the security of the upper city, and the Flame Fist The mercenaries were funded by a committee of four.

High Duke Ravengard is undoubtedly the leader of the city. He was born in the Flame Fist. It can be said that he climbed up from the bottom, and he never gave up the command of the Flame Fist. If anyone can stop the army of the Supreme God from raging in the city outside Baldur's Gate, that person is Ravengard.

At this moment, he was sitting in the Supreme Hall in the center of the town. Facing the quarreling nobles, this ruler, who was famous for his tough tactics and vigorous style, was unusually quiet.

"Duke Gao, please make a decision." Advisor Florrick leaned down and whispered in his ear.

The hall fell silent.

Ravengard said nothing and seemed to be in a daze. Just as the discussion began to start, he suddenly spoke: "At this time of crisis, whoever can protect the city should take the initiative to stand up."

The nobles showed "as expected" expressions. Ravengard is a typical pro-people person, and he is exactly the same on the outside.

Advisor Florrick beamed, but then Duke Gao's words made her suddenly change her expression.

"I am here to recommend a responsible young man. As the supreme commander of Flame Fist, he will definitely be able to keep the enemy's army at bay. Let us welcome, Duke Enver Gotash!"

"What?" Before Floric could come to his senses, the hall was already filled with applause. A male human dressed in gold-embroidered black clothes walked in from the side door and bowed to the princes and nobles.

There were many people who were as surprised as Florrick. How come Ravengard, this old stubborn donkey, is willing to give up his military power?

Gotash held out three fingers and said, "Give me three hundred Flame Fist soldiers, and I will be able to block the army of the Supreme God from living in Livingdon."

The Zonggui Council quickly submitted the bill based on Gotash's statement, and the four-member committee voted on it. The process was very smooth. Florrick's expression grew more alarming as she realized something had changed.

Later, she recalled what she saw at the Final Light Hotel, and a terrifying thought came to her mind.

"What's the matter? Florrick?" Urd Ravengard turned his head and showed a stiff smile.

"No, I'm fine. I support your decision, as always." Florrick was sweating coldly.

She quickly left the High Hall, leaving behind all the cheers and applause. Unknown to her, Gotash's playful eyes were fixed on her back. Immediately, the rising star in Baldur's Gate politics focused on How to fulfill the promise.

This is so simple.

Gotash clenched his right fist, and the Netherite inlaid on the back of the palm emitted a faint light, transmitting the order of the elector of Bane to the mind flayer mastermind through the crown, and then the mastermind issued the order to control the army of the Supreme God, and The Iron Guards have high hopes from citizens and nobles.

The battle started at about 2 p.m.

Fifty Iron Guards and three hundred Flame Fist soldiers from Feilong Pass took the initiative to attack, like a moving city wall, and all the cultists who ran into them were shattered into pieces.

After sacrificing the lives of hundreds of goblins and killing thousands of low-level undead, the army of the Supreme God blew the retreat horn, took the initiative to retreat for three miles, and set up camp in the open space on the south bank of the Chongsa River. His energy was dampened, and he no longer had the ferocious momentum to sweep across the land and destroy all living beings.

The civilians cheered for this hearty victory.

Twenty miles east of the battlefield, a group of adventurers were running wildly, riding undead beasts and magical mounts, swaying from side to side to avoid flying arrows. Above them, the star of the Githyanki people. The world sailboat cast a dark shadow, and a group of red dragon knights hovered in the sky, roaring loudly.

The distant roar of the dragon reached the streets of Livington, which was already blurry. People were immersed in the joy of victory and cheered loudly for escaping life. (End of chapter)