The moonlight poured into the town, and at the same time on Friedrie's darkly carved shoulder armor, which diffused the cold moonlight.

Friedlier was standing on the steps in front of the templar at this moment, holding the sword of the Night, and looked at the warriors in the moonlight and exclaimed, "Warriors of Phyton, our ancestors have guided us through the storm across the merciless sea to this place. It's a strange place, a dangerous place, but also a place full of challenges. And the challenge will soon come to you. Tonight you have eaten the rations of the Athols, and they have stored their supplies here because they have to free up their horses for something more valuable, which I think may be Garan's treasure. But the more valuable the treasures are, the less they can satisfy their hunger, and they will surely return hungry. All we have to do is eat their food, wait for them to come home, and then slaughter them and take the spoils! ”

"Taru!" The Featon warriors were excited by Friedley's words, and they raised their weapons and raised their arms and shouted.

After a few moments, Friedlier stretched out his hand to silence the fighters, and he continued: "Before the arrival of the enemy, we need to be ready for battle. The warriors of the Starlight gathered in the Sanctuary to form warbands. The warriors of the USS Force and the USS Courage are to be hidden in the town's houses. When the horn of the dragon's heart sounds, we will show up together and give the enemy a sudden, deadly attack. Note that the enemy has cavalry, and we can only win. ”

"Taru!"

After Friedlier ordered the warriors to go into the house to rest, he found Tare Galil alone.

He said to him, "Tarregalil, my old fellow, though Phetton has never lacked brave warriors, I still have to rely on you to observe the enemy and act as a sentinel. ”

Tare Galil: "Thank you, Taru, for always trusting me, this time as always, just as you tell me to." ”

"Hide yourself in the bell tower of the church, and when you see the people of Azor coming, they blow their whistles. Try to wait until all the enemies are in the town before blowing the dragon's roar horn. Friedlier pointed to him to the highest point in town, and the Templar bell tower said, "Be careful up there." ”

"Taru!" Tarregalir said, "Leave it to me." ”

"Probably, the enemy will have a lot of cavalry, try to wait for them to dismount before blowing the horn, if they are going to dismount." Friedreel stepped forward and patted Tare Galil on the arm and commanded.

Four days later, a whistle as crisp as a canary chirping.

Friedlier then gave the order, and the impatient Featon warriors quickly entered their hideouts, and they waited with bated breath for the battle to come.

The warriors of the Starlight, as arranged by Friedlier, held a shield in one hand and a tomahawk or spear in the other, shrunk and hid in the halls of the Templar like a hedgehog.

As the battle approached, Friedlier, who was standing behind the temple gates, seemed to hear the nervous heartbeat of every warrior behind him. But he knew that what he wanted to hear now was not that, but the footsteps of the enemy, and the sound of the dragon's roaring horn in Tarregalil's hand.

A sound of horses' hooves swept past the templar door, and it was Azor's cavalry. Evenson swallowed nervously, and he re-clenched the tomahawk in his hand. The warriors also heard the sound of the enemy and could not help but start to move. However, the dragon's roar horn has not yet sounded.

It wasn't until the cacophony of soldiers, the sound of slow horses' hooves, the sound of fragmented footsteps, the sound of axles turning, and even the sobs of women began to be heard in the square outside the door, that Friedlier carefully pressed to the crack in the door of the sanctuary door.

He peered out through the narrow crack in the door to observe the enemy. However, he could not help but be surprised by the sight outside the door, and he had expected the Athorians to come on horseback and camel with the looted treasures. What I didn't expect was that except for a group of cavalry who had just swept in front of the door, these Yasuor cavalry at the moment did not ride horses at all, but led the war horses.

The war horses, on the other hand, were still used by them as mules and horses to pull goods, and they were now pulling all kinds of wagons full of boxes to move forward. In addition to this, between the carriages and carriages, there were a large number of Garland women tied with ropes. Obviously, they were also the spoils of war plundered by these warriors.

Tarregalil stealthily stretched out his large, round head from the tower, and when he saw that the last carriage of the Athollians was about to enter the town, he blew the dragon's horn vigorously, and the dragon's horn immediately made a deafening sound.

The loud sound of the dragon's horn surprised the soldiers of Athore, who panicked to find the source of the sound. But before they could find Tarregalil on the bell tower, the warriors of Featon had risen from all over the town. With a roar, they rushed out of the houses where they were hiding, and swiftly slashed at the Athors who had already walked near them.

The whole town turned into a bloody battlefield in an instant. The door of the Sanctuary was also slammed open by Friedlier, and the Featon warriors who formed the warband, under the command of Friedlier, rushed straight into the area where the enemy was most densely populated.

Many of the Yasol soldiers were frightened by the sudden attack, and many of them had their heads cut off by Phetton's tomahawk before they even drew their scimitars.

A few of the more experienced Athore soldiers, who were quick to draw their weapons to fight, were more like a dying struggle in the face of these brave and bloodthirsty Featon warriors.

The spears of the Pheton warriors pierce the chests of their enemies, and the tomahawks cleave off the limbs of their enemies. Their bloodiness is unleashed to the extreme in the battle against the enemy.

The blood of the enemy splattered all over Friedrie's body, and the blood of the enemy continued to flow down the blood channel of the "Nightfall" sword in his hand. But the blood of the battle did not make Friedlier lose his mind, and his pale blue eyes were always keenly observing the whole battle. He knew that the battle would not be so easy.

The cavalry that had passed in front of the temple gate had returned.

The cavalry of Athore heard the sound of trumpets behind them, as well as the howls of battle. They roared back from the town's main road, and horses galloped in. They smashed the crowd on the town's main thoroughfare. Spears in their hands, they stabbed their spears at each of the Pheton warriors who swept past them as their horses rushed through the streets.

Friedreel waited for this moment, and he knew that this was the real enemy of the battle.

"Warriors! Listen to me! Close to the wall! Friedlier saw the cavalry of Azor hurrying towards him, and he shouted to the Pheton warriors in the square.

When the warriors heard Friedley's order, they immediately withdrew to the walls of the buildings around the square, and the agile warriors instantly propped up their shields and spears, and stood ready for battle.

The cavalry roared at Azor, ramming some of the Pheton warriors who had not had time to retreat to the wall, and then stabbed them with their spears.

Before he could retreat to the wall, Friedleer leaned against a wooden cart laden with goods after cutting down one of the Yasol soldiers. Faced with a cavalry rider who was rushing past the cart, he dodged a stab sideways, and then quickly swung "Nightfall" to cut off the horseman's leg and horse's hip with a single sword. The rider who had lost a leg and the horse that had suffered a great trauma crashed to the ground in agony.

After fending off a shot from the cavalry of Azor with his shield, Evenson threw his axe with his backhand, slashing the horse's hind legs, and the horse neighed and raised its head, throwing the rider off the horse's back.

Friedlier saw that the cavalry of Atholl quickly rushed into the square, but was blocked by the crowd of carriages behind, and the cavalry began to turn their horses around the chaotic square.

Seeing this opportunity, Friedlier immediately raised the "nightfall", shouted to the soldiers to move forward, and launched an attack on the cavalry of Azore, which had lost its speed advantage.

The cavalry of Atholl, which had lost the impact of their horses, was stabbed down by the pursuing Fetun warriors and cut down their horses, and the men were thrown up on their backs.

The warriors of Tyrel and Eoliel ended their ambush of the infantry, and they rushed from the town with their soldiers to join the bloody battle in the square.

As the sky shone, blood filled every crack in the square, and Friedlier swung his sword to decapitate the last of his enemies.

"The battle is over." The corners of Friedreel's mouth lifted and he whispered. He raised his head, looked at the bloody warriors, and said in a loud voice, "Go and take your booty!" ”

The Featon warriors, with Friedley's permission, immediately roared and began a frenzied raid.

Evenson ripped off the talisman of the cavalry commander of Atholl and took the scimitar he had dropped. Tyrell untied a frightened young Garland woman and carried her into a house. Tare Galil and Aeolir chased back the stragglers and opened one chest after another, only to find them filled with expensive clothes, rare furs, and elaborate metalwork.

Talle Galil held up a golden cross-pointed star and shouted at Friedlier, "Hey! Tharu! I think I'm the richest man in Phacton right now. ”

Friedlier smiled slightly, his eyes sweeping over the battlefield.

Most of the Garland women captured by Azor failed to break free from the ropes and escape from the fighting, and they are now being dragged into their homes one by one by the Featon soldiers. After a woman was crying and being dragged away by a hungry Feyton warrior, Friedlier's gaze immediately lingered behind her, and he found a little girl sitting there.

She looked like she was eleven or twelve years old, with blond hair scattered over her shoulders, and a pair of long eyelashes and blue eyes that exuded an unearthly aura. She was dressed in a delicate blue dress, and although the skirt was splattered with mud, the butterfly lace button on the neckline remained neat.

The little girl's cheeks were smeared with a few lines of black ash, but the whiteness of her skin could still be seen. Her unique temperament made Friedlier feel the difference in her. She neither huddled in a mess nor wept in the chaotic corner of the battlefield, but sat calmly in the corner and watched everything that was happening around her.

Friedlier came to her side, and he crouched down to look at her.

The two of them looked at each other. The little girl was not alarmed by the arrival of the bloodied Friedlier, her eyes were light but strong.

Friedlier asked softly, "What's your name?" ”

The little girl didn't respond, she just looked at the person in front of her with some confusion.

Friedlear realized that she spoke Featum, and she should not understand Pétton.

"Friedlier." Friedlier gestured to himself.

"Siberis." The little girl also scholar Friedlier pointed to herself.

Friedlier smiled slightly, and he said to her, "Nice to meet you. Then he held out his bloodied hand to her. Hovering in front of Siberis.

Sibeliss hesitated, but smiled back at Friedlier. She slowly lifted her delicate little hand and shook it with Friedlier.