Myrcella Raul looked from the magic mirror to the western foothills of the Griffon Peak.

A long time ago, a few mountain people settled on this inconspicuous Griffon Mountain at the junction of the Mokou Mountains and the rocky wastelands, who built stone houses and fortifications to resist frequent attacks on wilderness gnomes.

It is said that when mountain people are threatened by terrible threats, they will retreat to a cave in the mountain for safety.

Legend has it that this cave is very deep and can be connected to dark areas.

However, since the establishment of Mokou Town, all the mountain people have moved to the town, leaving only a pile of stone house ruins eroded by wind and rain.

However, at this moment, this long forgotten ruin suddenly became extremely lively.

The female lord saw the explosions one after another, and the spell scrolls and thrown items of the defenders of Mokou Town were fighting back and forth with the rain of crossbow arrows that were fighting back and forth, fighting extremely fiercely.

Watching the battle, she gradually became very worried.

Because she saw that the array of defenders had been forced into a U-shaped shape, surrounding the goblins, the kobolds, as well as the fierce zombies and a few ogres.

However, the troops still resisted tenaciously, almost back to back, their front was still extremely solid, and there were not many enemies who could break through the gap at the top of the U-shaped top.

Although logically speaking, there was the weakest link, almost all cliffs, and the defenders closely deployed enough troops on that front to resist any charge.

Just as the female lord Myrcella was relieved by this, her hope was immediately challenged.

She saw hundreds of pairs of combat boots stepping on the ground on a flat grass under the Mokou Mountains and began to prepare for arrays.

The Goblin leader leads soldiers to pray with the goblin slaves and bear goblins who are accompanying the army.

They knelt on the grass, chanting loudly for the patron saint of the goblins and the great goblins, Magrubier, and leaned over and kissed the land that was still cold in the morning.

One by one, the priests in red robes began to preside over the ancient ceremonies, smeared blood and holy oil on their faces, dedicated the falcon to the god of hunting and fear of the goblins, cut off the calves of the antelope, and threw themselves into the war of the goblins and the holy fire ignited by the god of authority.

The goblin fortune teller repeatedly threw his bones, and the priests placed the blades on the holy fire to enchant magic.

The rising sun on the horizon scattered a layer of golden light for the commotional crowd, depicting the decapitated blood axe on both sides, white-sharp flails, crossed machetes and hand axes, shaking in the breeze.

The fully armed goblin soldiers gathered together neatly and orderly to find positions in the queue. The cavalry passed by, their weapons shining, and some were stained with hideous totems on the spotless shields, while others were tooth emblems.

Suddenly, a shout came from the army gathered along the foothills, and the entire horizon seemed to be moving, like sprinkled with bright obsidian powder.

The army of goblins appeared!

The Goblin is a group of intelligent races that advocate military combat strength. They care nothing except showing their skills and strategies on the battlefield.

The warlords of the goblins were all ruthless tyrants, and their interest in strategy, victory, glory, reputation and rule was far stronger than leading the army into the battlefield to fight.

Their only goal is to turn any civilized settlement into a Shura field, and hold bloody sacrificial rituals to the guardian of the goblins they believed in.

"Woo! Woo! Woo!..."

The passionate battle horn sounded like an ancient war song, driving the well-equipped army of the goblins to attack with the death of their home.

"Glory belongs to my Lord!"

The commander of the goblin shouted and rushed out of the array, lowered his body on his mount, slowly poked out his spear, and the other cavalry also abandoned the array and rushed straight to the defenders of Mokou Town.

In an instant, different versions of the goblin chants were sung, and the songs were particularly loud among the goblin slaves, but these songs immediately sank and were overwhelmed by a more loud hymn.

Soon, hundreds of choruses trembled the air, and the trumpeter joined in with the rhythm:

We come to the battlefield,

We organize death,

They collapsed before our shields,

They lay down under our knife!

Their homes are conquered by us,

Their future generations enslave us!

When the day ends,

The gods are hidden in our eyes!

Shura Field! Shura Field!

Victory belongs to us!

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As their singing rang, the earth trembled, as if the sky was a dome made of huge rocks.

A team of troops mixed with goblins and bear goblins, led by the commander of the big goblins, formed a tight arrowhead formation to act as the vanguard, like an avalanche, rushing straight to the eastern wing of the defense line.

The front of Mokou Town fluctuated under the impact, but in the chaos and crowding, a sharp sword lifted up over everyone, and a shout overwhelmed all the other sounds.

Faced with the overwhelming momentum of the army of goblins, the young soldier Lando overcame his inner fear. His wild long hair flew with the wind and devoted himself to the battle.

When the sharp sword in his hand flew through the air, it was suddenly swept by the scorching flames.

Seeing this situation, Lando was surprised and happy, and immediately realized that his nearly twenty days of practice under the old swordsman Ballerus had finally received a reward at this moment.

He actually mastered the energy of Qi on such occasions and successfully learned the moves from the Mofeng School's swordsmanship.

"When you master the most basic moves of Mokou sword technique, it means that you have successfully worked part-time as the Sage Sword among the Nine Swords."

"The Sword of the Sage is a veteran of physical skills and a master of martial arts moves. He is a sword mage who has an understanding of the supreme path and can activate various powerful abilities."

"If you perform enough to satisfy me, I will consider holding a dragon blood baptism for you and becoming a dragon vein warlock like Salou."

Lando quickly recalled what the Lord Lord had told him and his promises.

Without any hesitation, he held the long sword burning with flames tightly, and ignored the short goblins around him, and rushed straight to the burly and majestic bear goblins.

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A stream of blood splattered!

Whenever Lando swung the sword of flames strongly and swept across, an enemy fell to the ground and died in the burning flames.

Even when he was attacked by the enemy insidiously, there was no pain in his stern face, and his resolute resistance was not hindered at all.

The bear goblins who escaped Lando's first round of rage attacks immediately fled in all directions.

Their commander was also panicked, and the sword-like combat formation collapsed into a group of fleeing mobs.

The first wave of attacks of the Great Goblin Army was repelled, and the battle was short and fierce.

Although the warriors of the goblin race fought fiercely like devils and mercenaries, they, the defenders responsible for defending here, stubbornly resisted their charge.

No one fell to the hands of the goblins alive. Faced with the cruel goblins, they had to choose to die in battle.

Lando saw his friend Tuka lying on the ground and died. Two goblins stabbed him with a dagger. They wanted to drag him away from the roadblock, but they couldn't stand up again because Tuka also had a dagger.

Although the number of enemies was exponentially greater than that of them, Lando believed that the Lord of the Lord placed them here, not to let them die.

After all, once this place is lost, five villages surrounded by wooden stakes will be completely exposed to the sight of the goblins, and countless slaves who have just recovered their freedom will be massacred.

The army of the goblins can even take over the empty Mokou Town in one go.

Moreover, as the guardian of Mokou Town, he would never take a step back, just like his brother facing the red dragon flames in the Red Dragon Rebellion ten years ago.

Because his brother was once the captain of the Mokou Town Guard, this is his duty.

Lando unconsciously recalled the words of his friend, the young Purple Dragon Knight Alec:

"Protect civilians from being hung on trees, pierced by swords and slowly bleed to death, protect beautiful girls from being tied to wooden stakes, forcibly spread their legs, protect children from being massacred, and then thrown into the well. Even the lit barn, the cats that were about to be burned to death are worth protecting. I got this sword to protect the people of the Kingdom of Cormier and Mokou Town, because they do not have swords, do not know magic, and no one has taught them how to fight. Faced with the invasion of evil creatures, they are both fragile and helpless..."

The goblins did not give them any chance to breathe, and the second wave of troops quickly organized and launched another charge that made the defenders feel desperate.

Lando saw his uncle Jander stabbed by three spears and fell to the ground.

"Lando!" he cried vaguely: "You should know what to do."

Lando cleanly dealt with another big goblin and swung over.

"Farewell, uncle." He pointed the tip of his sword at the bottom of his uncle's sternum and stabbed it hard, "Maybe we will be able to meet in hell soon!"

In just a moment of breathing, the third wave of cavalry of the Goblin rushed to the ruins again.

"There will be many people to praise this group of brave warriors." The female lord Mycella, who was sitting in the tower and watching, said to herself.

But she knew very well that the premise was that the defender had to win.

Once the army of the goblins completes its conquest, all heroic deeds and bold words will be buried.

She wanted to help these tenacious defenders at this moment, but when she thought of her enemies, the Supreme King Hand of the Ghost City, Hajjhona and the Ghost Prince Desude, she was definitely waiting for her to appear in secret, and she suppressed a trace of impulse in her heart.

People often say that a wizard is equal to one thousand soldiers on the battlefield, and ten thousand sinners in hell.

"Santalin Club..." The female lord forced herself to calm down and stared at the army of goblins from the Mokou Mountains, guessing their master messenger behind them.

At the same time, she realized that the enemies facing Mokou Town are not as simple as Yinhun City.

The people from the Santalin Society were also waiting for the opportunity to take advantage of the stalemate between the two sides and sting their backs and gain the rule of the town.

A town located at the intersection of the desert actually involved the competition between three powerful forces at the same time.

“Can’t do that.”

The female lord secretly made up his mind that even if Mokou Town was lost, the war would not fail.

All the power of the Kingdom of Cormier will be devoted to the struggle against the Ghost City and the Santalin Society.

She will go to the Fortress of Dangerous Rock, Tivanton, the Valley, to the south of Susal and Mashanbo, and even recall the troops of Azene V's expedition to the Dragon Coast.

Join all the forces to retake Mokou Town, a gate that is enough to protect the northern border of the kingdom.

"This war will not fail." The female lord reminded herself. She looked down at the warriors who were determined to defend below. They tenaciously resisted the charge of the goblins and fought bloody battles.

They kept dying under arrows, spears and swords, and never took a step back.

The young warrior holding the sword of flames was covered in blood from head to toe.

He raised his sword, turned around, swung his long black hair, stood among the enemy, arched his back, his eyes full of hideousness, and looked like a demon.

He roared fiercely, and the goblins were frightened and retreated one after another.

At this moment, a riot occurred behind the army of the winning goblins, and a large group of ferocious female wolf spiders, larger than heavy war horses, appeared without warning.

The hundreds of female tarantulas that appeared were all riding a fully armed gray dwarf warrior.

The female wolf spider used her eight sticky legs to easily step across the cliffs that had no roads, like a black noise waterfall, rushing straight into the thick fog of trees, like an ominous shadow sliding through out of thin air.

Under the shadow of the jungle, these dark residents do not have to consider direct sunlight at all.

As birds startled from their nests, they flapped their wings and flew into the sky.

The gray dwarf warriors on the back of the wolf spider took out heavy crossbows, pulled the trigger, and poured out every deadly crossbow arrow.

The rain of crossbows and arrows hit like a storm, drawing a track that was almost parallel to the ground, like a locust rushing onto the shields and armor of the army of the goblins.

The neighing of horses and the exclamations of warriors merged into a nightmare noise.

The big goblin who was caught in the arrow fell off his horse and unconsciously shaking his tongue. The knight who fell off his horse rolled on the ground, screaming, stretched his hand to the sky, and the injured mount wandered not far away.

The war horses that flipped to the ground danced their four hooves in vain, overturning the goblin knights, and many soldiers immediately broke their legs and even their spines.

"Our reinforcements are here! For the Kingdom of Cormier and for Mokou Town, fight out!" Lando reached out to wipe off the blood on his face, held up the long sword burning with flames, and shouted loudly.

The defenders of Mokou Town no longer panic and despaired. They reorganized the remaining personnel and launched a thunderous sprint with the arrival of reinforcements. The sudden rise of the shared hatred of the enemy formed all their thoughts into a terrible will.

Fear dissolves in the speed of madness, turns into the impetus for progress, and combines it with the excitement in your heart.

The mounds, ruins, short trees, dead goblins flashed by under their feet, followed by a collision, and the spear pierced the shields and armor, and the wood chips splashed around.

Suddenly, the ground under their feet stopped and became extremely solid, and cries and shouts echoed in the air.

The Cavaliers from the dark area put away their heavy crossbows, each holding axe, rushed into the panicked goblin group and wrestled and slashed. The female wolf spider showed off his fangs covered with venom and drank the enemy's flesh and blood.

The goblins fell down one by one, at the feet of the furious defender, under the ferocious mouthparts of the female wolf spider and the creepy eight spider legs.

The defeated goblin began to quit the forest slaughterhouse in a panic and fled the battlefield.

But the eight-legged tarantula leaped faster in the forest. The gray dwarf chased and threw rain of crossbows and arrows.

Suddenly, wailing sounds came one after another.

Following Lando, who was chasing the enemy, suddenly locked in a conspicuous target.

He picked up a spear and jumped onto the side of the road with a lost owner. He was calmly lowering his head and gnawing on the back of the turf, kicking the spurs and urging the horse to chase.

Lando's roar was clearly heard in the hustle and bustle. The spear made of steel in his hand was swallowed by flames and broke through the air with the scorching high temperature.

The spear pierced the back of the goblin leader, and the flames swept his body.

He wailed, fell down his horse, circling the dance of death and fell into his personal relationship, trampled into a pool of mud by galloping iron hooves.

The female lord of Arab City leaned on the seat and smiled comfortably.

She can still recall when she insisted on not pursuing the Purple Dragon Seal Ring and dispatched the Purple Dragon Knight and the War Mage to Mokou Town. Her advisory group, city council, and colleagues from other cities in the Kingdom all thought that her approach was too reckless, even like a stupid gambler.

Brian is a half-elves with unknown identity and origin, and he is not qualified to have the Purple Dragon Seal Ring that symbolizes his noble identity.

Whether it is power or strength, he is not worthy of her investment.

But no one expected that, including herself, the same was true.

This strange Purple Dragon Seal Ring holder was able to recruit forces as quickly as possible with his personal strength, instigate the Dragon Skeleton Mercenary Group, take away Mokou Town from the eyes of Yinhun City and Santalin Society, and also gain full support from the Church of the God of Knowledge and the Church of the Earth Mother God.

As the lord of Arab City and the guardian of the northern border of the Kingdom of Cormier, Myrcella has long known that the freedom and rights of the kingdom are not only possessed by the huge power of the city.

In her opinion, it was more like a force from unity.

Any city, including the Silver Alliance in the North and the Lords' Council in Sword Bay, possesses this power.

Otherwise, the values ​​they advocate will become meaningless and selfish.

The Kingdom of Cormier has thus won a good reputation, and is known as the Kingdom of Generousness, the Kingdom of Forests that resist oppression, and a good country worthy of protection.

Because in the face of any war, the Purple Dragon Knight and the War Mage will eagerly devote themselves to it. They are not a problem, never a problem.

Recalling a soul crystal that Brian asked him to give him, Mycella gradually realized that the real problem was the nobles who hid comfortably in the castle, and the political leaders who lived too comfortably.

Now in her opinion, it was as clear and transparent as a crystal.

She knew the kindness in the heart of the lord of Mokou Town who dared to abolish slaves, and also knew that the civilians who gained freedom in Mokou Town had the value of hope.

They deserve protection, Myrcella believed that even if the entire Kingdom of Cormier was involved in the war, it was worth it for these people.

Because, ultimately, in future historical records, this will be a precious treasure of the Kingdom of Cormier, and that generousness of Brian will make his city a great place.

That would be the biggest difference from many humble kingdoms.

But, how is her city now?

Myrcella wondered, she began to see the cancer growing in her own camp.

She made up her mind to completely remove these tumors.

However, now is not the time.

The army of Yinhun City is about to fight with the defenders of Mokou Town, and she must play a role that is exclusive to her.

"I didn't expect that the prophecy that I was proud of was ultimately defeated by Hisayah's intuition as a woman."

Myrcella recalled the argument between her stubborn distant sister and herself, and finally admitted it with convincingness.

Moreover, she once predicted Brian's past at the cost of consuming life. Although she failed, it seemed that he did not exist in the world at all.

But unexpectedly, I learned that this mysterious half-elves actually had a close relationship with the Enoak Desert.

"Is he a descendant of the Neserirs?"
Chapter completed!