The huge Entel barracks were wide open, and the labyrinthine barracks were defenseless, and although there were many soldiers guarding them, the soldiers who were guarding them were all drunks who were hobbling or sleeping.

In addition to the roar of the water flowing from the Raif, there was the snoring of the undulating heights. The sound of footsteps in the shadows was so faint.

Dressed in brown robes led by Earl Walker, they entered one camp after another, and inside the tents were one Ntre soldier after another lying on the ground or sleeping on a marching bed. One by one, the sepia-robed men stood like nightmares beside the sleeping soldiers, their swords lying on their backs nodding to each other before stabbing down suddenly.

In the blink of an eye, blood splattered the tent. The soldiers were sent to the Temple of Arcana by the tan nightmare.

One by one, the soldiers of Entre opened the tent and looked around as if nothing had happened, and they swaggered through the barracks, like a patrol team checking the accounts one by one in the night of the barracks.

Bright flames crept up to the top of the tent, and one after another the tents were quietly ignited, but the tent was burning fiercely except for the crackling and burning flames, but there was no sound, until the fire grew stronger, and the soldiers of Entre woke up from the sweltering heat, and a scream suddenly pierced the camp of Entre full of snoring - and there were only one or two screams.

"Announce, Your Excellency the glorious Earl of Entle, the tent on the north side of the barracks is on fire." The soldiers of Entre broke into the tent of the Count of the Red Boar, as if the guard had not yet recovered from the alcohol soak.

"Do you have to report this kind of thing? It must have been those idiots who accidentally set fire to a tent or two! What a fuss. Hunt, Earl of Entle, who was on the couch, did not bother to open his eyes, and after gasping for breath twice, he turned over and snored.

In the barracks of Entel, a small group of Entel soldiers on night patrol hurried to the west of the barracks.

"What are you running back for?" A burst of Entle suddenly sounded in their ears, "Didn't you see the fire on the north side of the barracks?" Don't go yet! ”

"Why don't you give us shelter, the soldiers of the Western Camp are sleeping soundly, and we are on the orders of Count Red Boar to wake you guys to put out the fire." The Entre soldiers of the night patrol looked indifferently at the questioner.

"You seem to be from the headquarters of the Entre Army, not from our vassals. It's strange how dare you not know me! All right! Whose jurisdiction is your Night Watch team? Looking for a draw is not! The questioner shouted angrily, and angrily walked towards the night watch squad.

I saw a flash of cold light, and a breath of extreme cold suddenly penetrated into the lower abdomen of the questioning person, and the frost suddenly began to spread on his body, and at the moment when the cold light pulled out his body, the questioning person fell to the ground stunned like a stiff ice sculpture, and his body continued to emit frost and frost mist, as if it had been shattered.

"Newspaper, Your Excellency Earl Hunt, the western barracks are also on fire." A soldier rushed into the tent where the Count of the Red Boar was sleeping, "Maybe it's not an accidental fire!" ”

"Bastard! Don't you guys have long heads? Are you just watching the fire spread in the camp! Next to the barracks is the River Raif! If I hear your noise again, I'll throw you into the River Riff to feed the Affines!" What is not an accidental fire! Could it be that the bedbugs of Yafen still dare to sneak up on them—no! Earl of Entle, Red Boar Hunter Entleschnett finally opened his hazy sleepy eyes, and quickly stretched out his fat palm to wipe away the huge eye hanging from the corner of the round eye. The light outside the tent shone through the curtain, his own shadow was like a ghost in a dance, and the raging flames seemed to have become out of control, "What's going on, where is this fire!" You damn guys! This is simply the fire attack released by the enemy who has infiltrated our barracks! Yes! I can't imagine why you scum didn't come and report me sooner! ”

"But you just asked us to put out the fire, but the fire is fierce, and the fire on the north side of the barracks has not been extinguished, and the west side is also on fire! We don't see any enemies. The soldier's face was innocent, but his innocent face could not stop the angry slap of Hunt, the Earl of Entle, Red Boar.

"Nonsense, of course you can't see it, and when you know, most of your body has already floated to the Spirit Temple! What are you doing here! Find someone to spread the word now! Fire! Check people! Count Hunter of the Red Boar was a little nervous in his rage, after all, the north and west of the camp were still some distance away from his big tent, and he immediately commanded his servants to put on the glorious armor that he was proud of, the Mithril plate armor given to him by the Longevity Segal I, "Let everyone be on alert, our military camp has already been touched by the enemy!" ”

The flames of the western barracks in Entre began to roar, and the fire was so large that the light that jumped over the barracks in the fog pierced through the night's fog. The snoring in the barracks finally stopped in the soldiers' communication, but out of the tents came one after another soldiers on fire, screaming and rolling on the ground, and the burning of the fire seemed to make them finally wake up in a sharp pain—it was over, and it was too late.

The sound of the rushing buckets of water was clearly no longer enough to save the burning barracks, and the camp of Entre was already in a state of chaos, while a rather strange shout could be heard from Lucy's camp to the west, a language few people in the interior could understand.

“for`the`vow！ for`the`glory`of`aen`royal`court！ we’re`the`guardians`of・aen!we’re`all`bra-ve`warriors!dwarves――attack! (For the oath!) For the glory of the House of Al Ain! We are the Guardians of Al Ain! We are all brave warriors! Dwarves - Strike! There was a loud shout of slaughter from the woods to the west, and this rough and majestic cry completely drove away the drowsiness of the Earl of the Red Boar.

"How is this possible!? This is clearly the dwarven language of the Al Ain Dynasty? The dwarves of the Al Ain Dynasty dare to step out of the mountain rock pass?! Yafen, the dynasty of Al Ain—bad! The Earl of the Red Boar was a little flustered, he knew that although these dwarves lived up to their name and were vulnerable to cavalry charges, they were an absolute nightmare for the Trian infantry, "Oh no! These dwarf stones must not be allowed to storm the barracks! Pass my orders! Immediately organize forces to defend the West Camp! Don't let the dwarves of the Al Ain Dynasty rush in! You drunken and soft-footed crumbs! Damn ale, it's an unexpected sweet trap! ”

In the fir forest to the west, there were more than two strong dwarven warriors, and their commander was none other than the tall Baron of Perland, Colossius, who wore a Germanic pointed helmet called "Taran" on their heads, the wings of which were decorated with bison horns, and their bodies were covered with a solid layer of fish scale armor, and they carried heavy double-edged axes in their hands, and crosshammers on their backs, which were designed to break through the camp, although they were only half as tall as humans. But their stout limbs were much thicker than those of ordinary people, and they rushed into the camp of the Entre army, whose gates had not been closed at all, and they picked up their tomahawks and brandished their cross-hammers towards the drunken soldiers of Entre. The soldiers of the Count of Red Boar in the whole camp cried and cried for their mothers. It's not that they don't want to resist, but they're so dizzy that they forget where their weapon is pinned to their armor or where it's still there.

"Oh no! I don't know who opened the camp gate on the west side, and the low stones rushed into the barracks almost without any hindrance! "The soldiers of Entre panicked first, then soft-footed. The dwarven warriors of Shanyan Pass wielded their double-edged battle axes in their hands, and even the crosshammer used to break through the camp was lonely in their hands, and the muffled sound of the hammer - the terrible muffled sound of smashing the head - came from the heads of their fallen comrades when they touched the crosshammer, and not only that, but also the brains were splashed.

The improvised Simon defense force in the Entre military camp collapsed under the threat of the tragic deaths of these Entre soldiers. The soldiers of Entre just ran upside down.

"Bang!" A loud sound of cannon fire came from the avenue leading to Yafen. A bald-headed one-eyed dragon rode on his steed and gently blew the pale blue smoke from the barrel of the cannon, while plucking his ears with his hands, "The firearms invented by the craftsmen of Sunset Island are really good, and the sound is so intimidating that it almost made me deaf." ”

"Your Excellency Arno, I saw an iron pellet whizz out of the mouth of this thing, and suddenly disappeared without a trace, and I was so frightened that I let out a fart immediately!" Behind him was a group of cavalry darts with sharp spears in their hands, "Your Excellency Zax really has a good hand, and he actually got this terrible thing through that puppet Dioannis." ”

"Now we're wearing a Kakhand's skin! Sharp Collar guys, that's my extra mission for today, it's time for us to strike! Twice as much for additional missions in the caravan! This gratuity is going to your accountkeeper Kurosius! The bald one-eyed dragon put away his cannon, loaded it into his bag, and drew his sword, "It's time for our old accounts, new accounts, to settle with these Entre bandits. Take advantage of now! Fight your way into the Entre barracks! Let those Entle rats taste the power of our smugglers' spears! ”

"Kakhander cavalry?!" The soldiers of Entre were visibly bewildered by the double-headed Black Eagle armor worn by the Sharp-led dart masters, "What the hell is going on with these Kakhand's cavalry?!" ”

"How do we know how many forces are attacking us again? The dwarves of the Al Ain, the Karkands, and the Yafingnes who hide all around us! The Entre soldiers had only one thought now, but it was too late for them to save their lives, and a spear piercing the handle was already piercing them, and the sound of rumbling horses' hooves was already being stabbed.