The shrill roar of an eagle sounded on the distant horizon.

Harsh, bright.

After only a few seconds, more voices echoed across the surface of the sea, as if in response to it, one after the other, whistling with the icy sea breeze, towards the walls of Ebolden.

The screams are incessant, and the vibrations are endless.

And it became more and more obvious, more and more clear, like a magnificent raging wave with unsettling movements, rolling up and down.

The eagle roared fading, and on the horizon where the sea and the sky met, under the illumination of the blood-red sunset, a golden light and shadow suddenly jumped out.

Immediately after the second, the third, the fourth...... Successive points of light appeared one after another, filling the entire horizon in an endless manner.

But when the reflected light dissipated, the true face of the light and shadow was revealed—the white sail.

White as snow, rolling and undulating like waves, countless sails, as if crowded with the sea, with the sound of churning the sea, came towards Ebolden.

Unstoppable, even more unstoppable.

"Bell, bell, ............"

Rapid alarm bells sounded throughout the city of Eberden, and almost every signalman, from the farthest coastal lighthouse to every fortress, was banging the bell in front of him like crazy.

The whole of Ebolden was almost in chaos, and the enemy appeared faster than anyone expected, and many mercenaries and city defense soldiers were even directly frightened, standing still in place.

Even some of the recruits cried out in panic after seeing the number of enemies, and the officers who were desperately urging and cursing the soldiers were also pale one by one, and they only knew how to beat the soldiers who collapsed to the ground with the wooden sticks in their hands.

The anxious-looking witchers had to shoulder the work of the heralds, and the corridors and stairs of the city walls, and the lookouts of the towers were filled with the sound of iron boots pounding on the masonry, mixed with the screams and exclamations of some of the downed soldiers.

"There are almost a hundred warships, approaching the port of Ebotden at full sail speed. ”

Staring at the "white line" in the distance, where there was no edge at all, the commander of the city defense army pinched the information he had just sent in his hand with a pale face, and looked at the people in front of the map table:

"The size and specifications of the battleships are similar to those of the ocean-going fleet - if this is the case, then the enemy's strength is probably no less than 100,000!"

There was silence in the conference room.

Lakh?

No... No, according to the elven warrior, the army mobilized by the Azorean Kingdom this time should be more than 100,000.

On the other side is a powerful force comparable to the Empire, which can mobilize at least six times as many troops as it does if it really comes to the point of "life and death".

Groping for the map, the black-haired wizard said silently in his heart.

However, it is a miracle in itself to make 100,000 people cross the Misty Sea at a time - even if the warship itself can carry so many, it is still difficult to get a hundred warships to sail from one end of the sea to the other side of the sea in unison.

The commander of the city defense force on the side continued: "A few mercenaries in the harbor found a few floating corpses and two imperial flags - they must have ambushed our patrol ship while the fog was rising at dawn, so they didn't send the alarm!"

"The defenders at the lighthouse are retreating, and they have seen that the enemy's ships are equipped with weapons similar to trebuchets and ballistas, and judging by the enemy's movements, the attack distance will probably not be less than two hundred meters!"

"The defenders outside the ring fortress have sent information asking if they should start preparing for battle immediately and beware of the enemy taking advantage of the chaos to launch a surprise attack!"

"There was a group of mercenaries from the former Viper Mercenary Regiment who rebelled in front of the formation, snatching supplies and trying to escape, but they were suppressed in time by the Byrne Knight on the side, and asked for disposal!"

"The enemy has a dinghy passing through the lighthouse, holding a flag and approaching our port, suspected of negotiating!"

Now not only the leaders of the two mercenary groups, but even the legion commander, who had a calm expression just now, looked at the black-haired wizard anxiously, waiting for orders.

"Duke!"

Count Eckert of Fort Fury said in a deep voice: "The enemy is attacking, please give the order!"

The alarm bell was ringing more and more urgently, and the stumble of footsteps could be heard even outside the door of the room.

"According to the pre-battle deployment, let the mercenaries withdraw into the city wall, and all the soldiers of the city defense army immediately enter the temporary position in front of the ring fortress;"

The black-haired wizard who looked at the map didn't raise his head, but his voice was sonorous: "A thousand legionnaires, immediately go to the castle and set up there, and send a few witchers from the Wings of the Sky to assist in preventing the enemy from stealing the city with a small group of elites." ”

"The patrol force is the rear line, assisting the wizards of the wizard tower to load projectile weapons, and anyone who fires in advance before I give the order will be killed;"

"Two thousand Byrne knights, with the banners of the House of Turin and the Empire, are stationed in all the fortresses and all the high grounds, so that all people, especially the soldiers and inhabitants of the city who are still wavering, see that the Byrnes and the Empire are guarding Ebolden, and that the city has not yet fallen. ”

"Wherever I am not there, Count Eckert is in charge of commanding all battles, and anyone must obey. The black-haired wizard said as he turned his head to look at Corona next to him:

"Master Corona, please take Isaac and all the wizards who are not ready to take part in the battle to take refuge in the Nine-Pointed Star Wizard Tower until the battle is over or the walls fall. ”

"What? you want me to hide?!"

Isaac's eyes widened: "Loren, what the hell are you talking about, I'm here to guard Ebolden, how do you protect in the wizarding tower......?"

"You might as well tell me first, Lord Isaac Grantham. Corona stopped Isaac quietly, and dragged him out of the war room little by little: "Such an important matter should be discussed by the wizards first, and then conveyed to Duke Loren." ”

"Well, it seems reasonable to hear you say that, as the leader of the Wizard Tower... I think you're much cuter than that old man in Harlemvan. ”

"No, no, no, it's you who praised ......"

Watching Isaac and the rest of the group leave back and forth, the black-haired wizard finally breathed a sigh of relief and patted Lusen on the shoulder: "Take the flag and go see our enemies together." ”

"Yes!" the gray-eyed boy nodded vigorously.

A quarter of an hour later, a black lion and a three-headed dragon held the banner of the Iron Crown, and they were raised on the walls and fortresses of Ebotden at the same time, hunting in the cold wind.

After the commanders hurried to their troops, the commotion was finally subdued by bullets, and the soldiers, who had just been frightened by the enemy, began to reorganize themselves under the orders and cries of the officers.

Right now......

"It's the Duke?!"

"The Duke is coming this way?!"

Exclamations of astonishment rang out one after another on the walls of Ebolden, and pairs of stunned eyes turned to the figure who was walking down the tall building and approaching the front of the line along the battlements.

On the parapet, the soldiers standing on either side of the walkway stared at the figure in amazement, hurrying past behind them.

With black hair and black eyes, he was wearing only a suit of leather armor and a large coat, and under the exaggerated "Dawn" sword, the figure still looked a little thin.

But when the "thin" figure passed by, all the soldiers who had just panicked quieted down, and stood there without a sound, watching him pass by.

Lu Sien, who followed closely behind the black-haired wizard, and the gold lion flag on a black background held high in his hand, instantly became the focus of everyone's attention on the city wall.

Under the watchful eyes of the soldiers, the black-haired wizard with only Lusen walked down the city walls, through the iron-clad gates of the ring fortress, through the well-guarded positions, and towards the harbor of Ebolden.

The commander of the Eboden city defense on the tower was stunned and motionless looked at the figure who had passed through the city gate and walked out of the city wall, as if he was stunned, and no matter how the guards behind him shouted, he did not respond.

The Imperial legion commander stood still, his serious face but his gaze was extremely complicated, as if he had vaguely guessed something, and pressed his right hand on the battlement to clasp the gap between the bricks.

"This, this duke, what does he want to do?"

The leader of the Black Blade Regiment hiding behind the battlement was dumbfounded, and he looked unclear: "I said, he doesn't really plan to negotiate with the elves, right?"

"Or... He wants to swim over and go head-to-head with the entire elven fleet alone?!"

"Maybe......" Silver Blood frowned, glancing at Count Eckert of Fort Fury.

But he was shocked to find that the Earl of Fort Fury, who had always been as calm as a rock, was squinting his eyes at the moment, and the corners of his mouth were raised to reveal a smug expression.

"Gentlemen, you should be honored. Eckert's thick voice sounded: "Because of this war, you will have the opportunity to see the Lord of Byrne, the Lord of Turin......"

"How to lead!"

As the words fell, Eckert said no more, and looked with the people on the city wall at the back of Loren Turin's fading away.

At this time, the black-haired wizard and Luson had already passed through the defensive position directly in front of the ring fortress, and everyone could already see him in the entire Ebolden defense line.

There is also the black and gold lion flag fluttering in the sea breeze and hunting.

The alarm bells faded, the cries of surprise and panic faded, and the only sound of the sea breeze could be heard above and below the walls of the port of Ebotden.

"Do you really want to negotiate with them?"

The tense Lusen looked at the small boat approaching the port in the distance: "I think this is probably a trap for the enemy to let us relax our vigilance and take the opportunity to attack the city." ”

"It's certainly a trap, so I'm not going to talk about it. With a slight sigh, the black-haired wizard tugged at the corners of his mouth: "But in order to defend Ebolden, it is still necessary." ”

"The main force of the Ebolden garrison is now not the impregnable 'black walls' of Sackland, nor the invincible Byrne knights, but the mercenaries and citizen city guards who pay for their lives and are ready to be frightened by the enemy. ”

"Only by boosting morale and convincing them that they can win can they really fight until the last moment – remember that, and maybe one day you will be able to use it. ”

Well?

Luce was stunned, not because of Loren's explanation, but... Why do you want to know this?

At this moment, the dinghy of the Azorean elves stopped in the harbor.

The gray-eyed boy immediately became nervous, staring at the figure that stepped down from the boat without squinting.

It was an elven warrior in a red robe and carrying an Azorean sword.

"In Lower Sirte, it is the 'Four Courts' under the Eagle Throne, the Imperial Court Samurai. The red-robed warrior who stepped down from the ship stood vigilantly in place, his eyes were twenty paces away, and he kept looking the black-haired wizard up and down, and raised his head proudly:

"In the name of the Eagle King, I have come to negotiate with the commander of the defenders of this city—it looks like you should be ......"

"Standing so far away, I don't even dare to get close... This is the sincerity of the Eagle King. Loren said coldly, his eyes mixed with contempt:

"What, you're still worried that the guard with the flag behind me will stab you to death with a flag gun?"

Looking at the black-haired wizard's contemptuous expression, the proud red-robed warrior gritted his teeth and exhaled, holding back the dissatisfaction in his heart: "Okay... If you insist. ”

He pressed the Azorean long knife at his waist and strode forward.

However, at the moment when he approached, the red-robed warrior's expression suddenly froze, and his right hand instinctively pressed the hilt of the sword.

Myself, I can't feel the power of the "state of mind", and I can't call the way of the samurai!

This... How so?

The stunned red-robed warrior looked up suddenly, only to find that there was darkness in front of him.

The air was cold.

"How... What's wrong?" the smile on Loren's face grew, "Could it be that I found that I couldn't use the power of the way of the samurai?"

"Didn't your Imperial Court Chief Middel tell you that Loren Turin's 'Dream of Ran' no longer needs a magic array to activate? ”

"Oh, I almost forgot, Middel is dead... Right?"

"I killed him. ”

The red-robed warrior's face was furious, and his right hand instinctively pressed the Azorean long knife at his waist: "You...?!"

"I'm right here, what do you want?" Loren said slowly, "Why, aren't you going to try to avenge your leader?"

Bell ——!

Sparks fly.

The moment the blade was unsheathed, Lusen had already stepped in front of the black-haired wizard and pressed the tip of the knife against the flagpole.

The blade was jammed by the gray-eyed boy with his Hidden Blade.

The red-robed warrior, who didn't have time to be stunned, immediately pulled out the second sword from his bosom - judging by the speed at which he moved smoothly, it was obvious that he had been prepared.

"Huh?!"

The moment he drew his sword for the second time, a blinding light shot into his pupils, causing the red-robed warrior who had just returned to the pitch black in front of him to be stunned for a moment, and then in a burst of ecstasy, he flew flat over the ground and pounced on the black-haired wizard behind Lusen.

Then he saw a smug smile on Loren's lips and a flash of sparks in his left hand.

"Smack!" snapped his fingers.

Boom ——————!!!!

The golden-red firelight cracked in the harbor, obscuring everyone's view.

Ten seconds later, the flames dissipated, revealing the figure of the black-haired wizard standing with his sword raised, and the golden lion flag on a black background fluttering in the wind.

"Long live the Duke————!!!!"

First the Byrne knights waved the battle flag, and then the entire Ebolden city wall turned into a sea of frenzied excitement, one by one, staring at the scarlet eyes with their necks, desperately banging on the shields and battlements with the weapons in their hands.

The Storm of the Elven Invasion......

It officially kicked off. (https:)

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