A few days later, the news of the fall of Orn City spread in the northern lands. After hearing the news, the rest of the Welsh family members gathered in Thorn City.

This is the city closest to Orn City. The Welsh family obviously did not feel sad because of the death of Grand Duke Resa or the loss of Orn City. Instead, they all felt that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Originally, there were many problems with the rise of the Grand Duke of Resa, which had long made many people dissatisfied with it. This time, the rule was overthrown by a chamber of commerce, which made the family a joke. Soon this joke from the Welsh family may spread throughout the northern and southern principalities.

Therefore, in order to cleanse the family's shame and to win the position of the patriarch, the tribesmen in Wales quarreled in the castle of Svet, Viscount of Thorn City.

"That hateful Tyrell Chamber of Commerce actually wants us to surrender to him. I really don't know what it is."

"Ster is my nephew, and I need to avenge him in person."

"You are so active to become the patriarch. Why didn't you see how good your relationship with St before?"

"My army has set out, and I am sure to win the city of Orn."

"Do you think you sent the army? My army was discovered from Hanshi City, and you might be able to see Orn City."

Just as everyone was quarreling, an old man with white hair was pushed out in a special wheelchair. He was the owner of Thorn City and the elder of the Welsh family. Viscount Svet. He still had a lot of prestige in front of everyone. Everyone stopped quarreling and waiting for his opinion.

"Uh, I understand that everyone is scrambling to wash away the shame of the Welsh family, but there is only one patriarch and Orn City, and the enemy is not as weak as imagined."

"So I suggest that everyone gather all their troops in Thorn City first, form a coalition, first eliminate the enemy, and then we will select the new patriarch and the master of Aon City according to our military merits."

Since Viscount Svet made a relatively safe suggestion, it was hard for everyone to say anything. This suggestion was in line with the wishes of most people. Everyone left here and began to gather troops to try to compete on the battlefield.

Soon, the originally lively castle hall also stopped hustle and became quiet. In addition to the white-haired Svet, she sat alone on the chair and looked a little deserted. If someone saw him now, he would find that his eyes were a little dull.

At this time, Colin slowly walked out of the shadow behind the hall. He came to Viscount Svet's side. Looking at the people who were leaving, a trace of cold light flashed in his eyes.

"It's a good job, Sweeter, next time these fish will come into my net with their belongings."

Svet, with a white hair, looked dull and finally showed a somewhat obsessed expression when he heard Colin's praise, "Thank you, master, I will definitely destroy the Welsh family as the master."

Colin smiled slightly and ignored the old man who had been charmed by him. The man who once regarded the honor of the Welsh family as life, now under Colin's confusion, he vowed to completely destroy Wales.

Inspired by the Evil Eye Cult to control the Grand Duke of Wales, Colin thought of a way to defeat all the enemies in one place. He came directly to the city closest to Orn City, Thorn City, and controlled the owner here.

Compared to simple spell destruction, many of the wizard's spells are more effective at this time. Colin has now controlled the entire main city of Thorn City, and the newly formed Orn City Legion has also taken over here.

As long as the armies of those five cities gather here, they will die and the day of the demise of the Welsh family.

A few days later, the army of Hanshi City had already arrived outside the Thorn City, and its owner Baron Thorins seemed a little energetic. In the past few days, he watched the troops of his distant relatives stationed outside the city one by one. Under his observation, these were all a group of mobs, with only a full body of new weapons.

Speaking of the most war-going Wales family, except for the idiot who died in Orn City and himself, Thorins never thought of anyone else. He had been fighting with the barbarians in the snow mountain for many years, and was not comparable to those of the waste relatives who only enjoyed it.

For him, the Count of Thorn City's proposal was to give him the throne of the clan leader. As for the Tyrel Chamber of Commerce, Thorins had never thought of the possibility of failure. These were just a group of arms dealers, and compared with the real army, they were just a group of clowns.

Thorins and his men entered Thorn City Castle. The dark clouds rolled in the sky and the air was a little dull, which made Thorins feel a little uncomfortable. But thinking that Orn City will soon be his territory, the boredom in his heart could not stop his joy.

When they arrived at the hall of the castle, all the people who fought with him on the long table had arrived. Behind them were all full of their subordinates, Thorins found a seat in front and sat down.

As soon as he sat down, Thorins discovered something was wrong. It was too quiet. Didn’t these noble relatives like to argue very much in the past? Why are they sitting in their own position so gloomy now that they don’t say a word?

Did something happen before he came? Thorins looked around the people on the long table, all of them lowered their heads and couldn't see their eyes clearly.

Thorins looked at Earl Svet at the top of the long table again, which shocked him even more.

Earl Sweett did not look down like others and couldn't see his face clearly, but there was too much information on his face. Tears kept flowing along the folds of his skin. Two irrelevant expressions of guilt and fear appeared on his face at the same time.

But so much information is like a dynamic portrait, without any sound.

While Thorins was at a loss, standing in the middle of the hall, Colin, behind Earl Sweet, turned around and preached.

"It seems that everyone has arrived. Since this is the case, let's start this talk."

Colin clapped his hands before saying that, Thorins found that the people on the long table seemed to be alive, looking at Colin in horror.

"Who are you? What have you done to us!" Thorins asked in horror and angrily, pulling out his gun and pointing it at Colin.

"Let your Earl Svetter tell you the specifics." Colin didn't care about Thorins' threat at all and slowly walked to Earl Svetter.

Earl Svet, with white hair, seemed a little afraid to face these compatriots, and his expression was full of guilt. When Colin asked him to explain, he obviously trembled.

"What's wrong with the Count?"

"Didn't you come to discuss how to attack Orn City this time?"

"Uncle Svet, you don't have to worry that our army is outside the city. As long as we give our order, no one can control you."

It seemed that the last sentence gave Svet a glimmer of hope. He looked up at his distant nephew and suddenly shouted with a loud voice: "Run quickly, he is Tyrel's man, and now the city is full of enemies."

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