What they did not know was that the messenger they had sent had not galloped far down the broad city road before his warhorse was suddenly tripped by something.
Under the tremendous momentum, the messenger and horse both went tumbling head over heels.
And before the messenger could react any further, several dark figures swiftly arrived in front of him.
Then several cold gleams flashed beneath the black night.
With a few pfft, pfft sounds, the messenger let out a miserable cry and collapsed straight into a pool of blood.
After dealing with the messenger, the attackers immediately stepped forward and dragged away the warhorse and the messenger's corpse.
Then the street returned to silence once more.
"Grand Commander, the first messenger has been dealt with!"
"Mm. Stay sharp. They'll definitely send more messengers from over there in a while!"
The city guard commander nodded, a cold smile on his face.
"Yes, Commander!"
"Tsk, tsk. They really are vicious enough!"
Even Nalant had to admire these Flame High Priests and this city guard commander.
With a great enemy before them, the two fellows were not thinking about how to deal with the enemy outside the city. Instead, they wanted to deal with their own people.
And their methods were so cold-blooded, without the slightest mercy when striking at their own side.
Of course, to Nalant, who had lived two lives, such things were something he had seen until they were common as clouds passing overhead.
What an indestructible fortress feared most was not the enemy's fierce assault.
It was disintegration from within.
For example, the commanders of the satellite cities still did not know that they and their men had already been schemed against by the Flame High Priest and the city guard commander.
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