Genshin Impact: Start by establishing the Kingdom of Winter

The sky was full of smoke, and the sky was full of dust.

The lightning flashed, and Dardalia's spear sent a shocking blow to the monsters that rushed over.

"Ha!"

The purple light was like a poisonous snake, and it passed through their heads in an instant.

The heads of the five monsters soared into the sky, but they still retained their inertia and rushed into the uninhabited ruins, and finally were buried by the falling rubble and sand.

Bang————

With the sound of the collapse, the council hall was completely reduced to ruins.

And Dardalia changed his body several times, dodged the rubble, and stood on the ruins as a winner, retracted his spear, and patted the dust on his body.

After a glance around, he found that the Marcus people had already slipped away.

"You ran pretty fast, but it's a pity that it's useless now."

He didn't look for Marcus's trace. The palace had been surrounded. Even if there was a so-called escape passage, it couldn't escape Wendy's detection.

"It's time to go back."

The spear was put back into the Eye of God. When Tartaglia was about to go home, he saw a group of rebels rushing here with several reporters.

"Isn't this the executive of the Winter Kingdom?"

The reporter recognized Tartaglia after seeing him. When the Winter Kingdom was not established, he challenged masters all over the world.

Bahram, who is known as "the first person on the continent" and "the God of the East", once commented that Tartaglia is the strongest master among the younger generation.

With strong strength in itself, plus the praise of such people, it is difficult for him not to be famous.

Several reporters rushed to Dadalia regardless of the mess in the ruins, took out their notes and cameras and planned to interview him:

"Excuse me, Mr. Dadalia, did you cause the fight just now?"

"..."

Dadalia blinked, looked at the reporters, and thought that these reporters ran really fast.

"It was me."

Seeing that Tartaglia did not deny it, the reporters asked excitedly: "Excuse me, who were you fighting just now?"

"Does your presence here mean that the Kingdom of Winter is interfering in other countries' internal affairs?"

"Is the Ice Queen one of the Seven Gods?"

"Where did Marcus go? Did you kill them?"

Seeing that the reporters were asking more and more questions, Tartaglia pointed to the ruins beside him: "What we killed just now were some monsters that Marcus raised."

"He escaped while I was fighting the monsters. You can still catch him now."

He said to the nearby rebels: "Capturing Marcus alive is a great achievement."

The rebels' eyes lit up immediately when they heard this, and they quickly caught the reporters who were still asking questions and left here.

"Let me go, I still need to continue interviewing Mr. Tartaglia."

"Didn't you hear him? Marcus has already run away. If we can catch him alive, you can get first-hand information."

"That seems to be true..."

After sending these people away, Tartaglia finally breathed a sigh of relief. It would be better to let the rooster handle things like dealing with reporters.

At this time, the shouts of the rebels and countless Dranok people also reached his ears.

The noble district has been captured, and people blocked all the roads like a tide. They sang the song that the wind god led them to sing in the execution square that day again.

"Can you hear the people's singing? Have you seen the long-desired world?"

"Listen, the people are singing."

"Listen, the drums are beating in the distance."

...

"Even if the night is dark and long, the sun will rise!"

"Cross the barricades, and the free world is just ahead."

...

Under the leadership of the rebels, the sub-humans who had been suppressed for hundreds of years held high the banner of resistance, sang the song of freedom, and launched the final battle against the royal family and nobles who oppressed them.

Those nobles who were once high and mighty looked at the surging crowd in horror. Those who were once the lowest mud legs and slaves now rushed towards them with weapons.

On a street in the noble district, the guards were standing in a solemn manner, aiming their muskets at the surging crowd in front.

The soldiers swallowed their saliva, sweat kept flowing from their temples, and their hands holding the guns were trembling slightly, which showed that they were not calm in their hearts.

"Soldiers, prepare to shoot!" The senior officer who was commanding the guards raised his hand and prepared to order the shooting.

"Shoot..." Just as the senior officer was about to give the order, the back of his head was pressed against the cold muzzle of the gun.

"You...you, what do you want to do?"

The senior officer screamed in fear,

But he found that the soldiers beside him had already put down their guns, turned their heads and stared at him quietly.

"I'm sorry, we also yearn for happiness and freedom." The person who was holding his head said lightly: "The era of slaves is about to disappear."

Bang——

The gunshot rang out, and the senior officer of noble origin fell down with his eyes wide open.

"Surrender, everyone is free."

After hearing this voice, the soldiers felt relieved, threw away the muskets in their hands, showed a rare smile, and greeted the people of the rebels.

These people are their compatriots, not the royal family and nobles.

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The capture of the noble district was very fast, with almost no resistance. Most of the guards surrendered, and the remaining ones did not stir up any waves.

Diluk's words may have worked, or perhaps they have long been dissatisfied with the actions of the royal nobles.

Many nobles were caught with their families, but fortunately, there was no chaos due to Qin's strict orders.

In any case, this is a very good result.

On the other hand, after hearing the news of Marcus's escape, the rebels kept searching for him near the palace.

As long as they could catch him, they would have made a great contribution.

The reporters had similar ideas, hoping to capture the historic moment of Marcus's capture as soon as possible.

In an inconspicuous corner of the palace, Marcus was hiding from people nearby with a dusty face.

He would not trust anyone now. Now that the situation was over, he had to rely on himself.

"These lowly people! Mud legs! Bastards!"

Marcus cursed in a low voice. In order not to be caught, he found several gorgeous women's clothes when he left the council hall before.

These were all specially used by him for slaves to wear. From the appearance, they were quite exposed. I don't know how he found such things in the council hall.

The crown on his head, which symbolized the kingship, was also taken off, and he changed into a female-style hairstyle and dress, and there was also heavy makeup casually applied on his face.

He looked like a clown in a circus.

"Why, why is it like this!"

Marcus couldn't understand why they, who had ruled the country for hundreds of years, failed so quickly in less than a month.

It was so fast that he couldn't react at all, and he became a dog without a home.

"Wind God! Barbatos! Sophia Dorothy Esnefe Celia ah ah ah ah——"

"Hahahaha——"