Stratford was lost.

The army of the Burning Cinders Kingdom poured into the city, marching in neat steps, and quickly occupied important places in the city such as the armory and the Duke's Palace, and easily controlled the entire city.

Stratford is indeed the largest city in the North. Even in the closed wartime, there are nearly 70,000 people living in the city.

"Tempus is above"

“This place has really fallen.”

"I hope these monsters won't cause any tragedy."

"That, that is the evil dragon's follower. Haven't you read the Book of Burning Embers?"

"Oh God, who can save us?"

The citizens of the city closed their doors and windows and stayed in their homes anxiously, envious of those who had left and guessing at the dragon's promise.

The city seemed to be shrouded in a haze, and suppressed whispers echoed in the city.

Some players who wanted to join in the fun also began to "explore" the city. They rummaged through boxes and cabinets on the streets, and some even fell into the sewers, and were finally arrested by the accompanying warlords.

However, soon, the well-trained tieflings followed orders and began knocking on doors every household.

"Don't, don't kill us!"

"Don't hurt them, I surrender!"

"According to the Kingdom's order, everyone please go to the assembly square."

There were not many bloody conflicts during this period, but many citizens were frightened and fainted.

People were forced to leave their homes, feeling uneasy and praying that they could survive the dragon's tyranny.

"He, what are they going to do?"

"Are these demons going to eat people?"

"No way, are they sending us to that red dragon to be a delicious meal?"

Before they finished their words, the loud noise spread throughout the city, and people raised their heads in horror and looked at the same place.

"boom!"

I saw a huge red dragon body falling from the sky, crushing the tall city wall, causing countless pieces of rubble to fall from it.

This majestic city wall, which was enough to make the Frost Giants look up and sigh, looked like a paper toy in front of the red dragon and might collapse if one was not careful.

Cassius carefully climbed up to the highest tower, opened his mouth and let out a long roar, which for a moment drowned out all the noise in the city.

Countless pairs of fearful gazes were cast from bottom to top at this huge existence.

"Humanity, the North is dead."

"In the name of the Burning King, I hereby declare that the thousands of years of oppression of you by the northern nobles has come to an end."

"Recognize the situation. The 100,000-strong coalition army of the North has been completely annihilated, and the kingdom will bring you a brand new order. You will enter a new century without the extravagance and corrupt rule of the Northern nobles."

"Finally, the public trial is about to begin. Enjoy it."

Accompanied by a gust of wind, Cassius flapped his broad wings and suddenly flew high into the sky, then disappeared with the distortion of space.

The tower he was standing on could not bear the weight and collapsed with a loud bang, leaving behind only a ruin filled with smoke and dust.

"public trial?"

"what is that?"

"Oh my god, how could there be such a giant dragon?"

People cried out in surprise.

The citizens of the city had not yet recovered from the shock of what had just happened. They all covered their chests and gasped for breath, but their hearts were full of doubts.

This dragon hardly looks like a brutal conqueror.

You know, this is an era where "soldiers pass by like combs". Even when the Bosc family's army passes through their own city, some looting and coercion are inevitable. They have long been accustomed to this.

However, the Tiefling army that entered the city as "conquerors" did not do anything out of the ordinary, but instead appeared to be in good order.

So what exactly are they going to do?

Sacrifice?

The term "show trial" was unheard of in Stratford.

The Red Dragon's words puzzled the citizens of Strafburg, who had long been under the propaganda of the Bosk family and regarded the Burning Kingdom as a den of monsters. But soon, they understood.

Under the urging of the tieflings, people gathered uneasily in the major squares, making bursts of noisy noises.

"What exactly are they going to do?"

“Hopefully I can survive.”

"Keep your voice down, that ogre is watching you!"

Surrounded by the tiefling guards, Medoraash walked up to the cloth-covered platform and said in a deep voice:

"The public trial is about to begin. Please keep quiet for the time being. Now is not the time for you to speak."

His voice was not loud, but it could be heard throughout the venue with the help of several black boxes.

"boom!"

The Tiefling soldiers guarding the surrounding area fired their guns into the air, making deafening noises.

The crowd suddenly fell silent, and the square with tens of thousands of people fell into silence.

"very good."

Medrash nodded slightly and winked.

The tiefling guards on both sides of the platform immediately understood what was meant and removed the huge curtain covering the platform.

Suddenly, the crowd started to stir again. They couldn't help but widen their eyes and burst into uncontrollable exclamations.

"How can it be!"

“I guess I’m not seeing things.”

"That, that's——"

"Tempus, that's Lord Marquis Horace!"

There were several tall wooden frames on the platform, and a middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes was tied tightly on it.

He was naked from the waist up, with his head lowered, and covered in blood, looking extremely disheveled.

It turned out to be Grand Duke Leo's eldest son, Marquis Horace Bosc!
It was hard to believe that the people present were so shocked.

The extremely noble and important person who was previously difficult for them to approach was now tied to a wooden frame like a prisoner, and there was no sign that the noble lion bloodline flowed in his body.

Medorash looked around at people's reactions, smiled with satisfaction, and took out the documents he had prepared for a long time.

"Very good. I believe you can recognize him. He is the eldest son of Leo Bosk, the former Marquis of the Principality of Bosk - Horace Bosk."

"He is a heinous war criminal, one of the main initiators of the war, the main person in charge of the 'Great Levy', and the instigator of countless tragedies."

"And today, it is up to everyone present to judge his crimes."

The crowd was boiling again, their faces full of disbelief, some even suspected that this was all a dream.

Trial?

Decide on Horace Bosco's guilt?

It would have been unthinkable in the past to let a group of commoners judge the actions of a former marquis, and it could even cause their worldview to collapse.

"That's Marquis Holleren."

"Who dares to judge him?"

"yes."

"If he is released in the future, won't the person who spoke be in trouble?"

There was a lot of discussion, but no one dared to try.

People have long been accustomed to the superiority of the Northern nobles, and would not dare to challenge them easily even if the opportunity was presented to them.

Among the captives below the stage, Viscount Luton looked at the Marquis on the podium and glanced at the crowd that was talking - he saw the sinister intention behind the Burning Kingdom's seemingly ridiculous behavior.

They want to completely destroy the northern nobles!
Not only must they be destroyed physically, but also spiritually and even culturally, to eradicate the bloodline that has ruled the North for thousands of years!
Viscount Luton's face was pale, his purple lips were trembling, and his whole body began to go weak.

"them."

"How dare they do this? This is to dig up our roots" (End of this chapter)