A light rain fell from the sky, hitting the vast expanse of goblin and lizardman corpses that lay beneath the highlands.

Suddenly, a withered gray hand stretched out from among the goblins and lizardmen corpses. The black nails embedded in the dirt were filled with dried black blood, and he pushed away the wolf corpse that was pressing on his body with one palm, and staggered up from the corpse.

It was a sturdy body that stood up like a ghoul, its gray skin was covered with a pair of deformed black iron heavy armor, under the cracked helmet was a pair of blood-red eyes, the two fangs raised beyond the black lips were broken, and the black blood marks hanging from the corners of his mouth made him look more like an evil spirit born of eternal night.

His red eyes were full of resentment, and he raised his head and looked at the Iron Mine Ridge and the Highland Mountain, and the roar that suddenly erupted was enough to make the trunk of the tree bend its waist, and the beast was frightened, and the crow standing on the corpse was even more startled, like a black cloud rising from the flat ground.

"Doom is coming. The storm is approaching. The crows on the Iron Mine Ridge flew up in flocks, and they flew north in groups, and Claudier, who was standing next to Alex's nose, looked forward to the movements of the crows flying on the Iron Mine Ridge opposite, and there were ripples of uneasiness in his heart, and there was a storm in his mind.

"Oh no! Oh no! "There was a shout after shout from the other side of the Iron Mine Ridge, which was the news transmitted by the voices of the wood elves on the surveillance post, and there seemed to be worse information hidden under the anxious shouts.

"Back to base camp!" On the iron ore ridge opposite Alex's nose, a number of centaurs who had gone to gather food supplies gradually ran out of the beech forest, and they were panicked, their faces were gray, and they hurried towards Crodil with their hooves.

Crodir was startled, but still made way for them, and he couldn't help but run to the south side of the Highland Mountains, where he stood on the edge of the cliffs of the Highlands and overlooked the town of Gudebai.

The shocking scene poured into Claudir's eyes, and inside the completely destroyed gate of Gudebainan was the heads of a dense crowd of evil creatures, they were a mix of goblins, lizardmen and minotaurs, but the most eye-catching were the minotaurs in the mixed team, these tall guys with giant decapitating axes seemed to be very excited, they rampaged through the ranks, and were the first to rush out of the town gate, forming a flesh-shield-like force on the seven turns and eight turns outside Gudebai. Looking further to the west, Crodil's vision was a little blurred, but he could still vaguely detect the actual movements of these enemies. Because of the distance, on the seven turns and eight bends that stretched for miles, the fierce enemies that poured out seemed to be marching ants, and the enemies in the front line seemed to be climbing the ridge through the slower terrain connected to the iron ore ridge by seven turns and eight bends, and their front row had been hidden in the dense beech trees on the iron ore ridge, although the leaves fell in late autumn, the beech trees still blocked Crodil's view.

"Oops, this second wave of attacks is even worse than the previous one, and the number of invading enemies is already dazzling! This is clearly a hornet's nest that has been stabbed! "How did these guys detect the flag hoax on Iron Mine Ridge and Highland Hill so quickly?" ”

"Warriors on horseback of the forbidden army, step on the war horse! Give me a set! A loud roar came from the direction of the 2nd Cavalry Squadron of the Wood Elves Forbidden Army in the direction of the camp in the Highland Mountains, and Crodil suddenly turned around like a well-trained hound, and ran in the direction of the camp. The moment he entered the camp, he was greeted by the familiar silhouette and majestic silhouette, he had already sat firmly on the jungle warhorse, his legs clamping the horse's belly instead of holding the reins of the horse's left hand, his powerful right hand holding the reins of Claudir's mount, and the dark green robe swaying behind the autumn wind swept over the highlands.

"Old General! Your injuries have healed? Crodil walked up to his stern mentor and finally stood behind Legral, gazing at him and holding his head high.

"Even if it's not good, it's almost good, especially since the enemy's action is so fast, which greatly surprised me!" Legral threw the reins out with a wave of his right arm, and Crodil caught the reins with a brisk stride, and quickly overstepped the horse.

"I'm afraid it's not just yours that all of us expected." Riding on a jungle warhorse, Crodil took the reins of his horse, and from time to time looked at Legral's wounded left arm.

"You're a little late, but it's not your dereliction of duty for the time being. The soldiers of the Forbidden Army said that they saw you running towards the southern cliff of the Highland Mountain, what did you see? Legral turned his head to look at the belated Legrard, his eyes piercing through the window of Crodil's mind, anticipating Crodil's upcoming report.

"It's many times more 'spectacular' than the invasion of the recent past. I was already dazzled by miles of invading enemies, and I thought they were preparing to level the Iron Ore Ridge and the Highland Mountains. With our little force, there is basically no chance of victory. Crodil showed his fears to Legral's perceptive gaze.

"Then, it's going to be our life-and-death battle." The pair of pointed ears on the tips of Legral's ears were beating slightly regularly, but his old carved face did not show the panic of Crodil, he didn't say anything more, but faced all the officers and soldiers of the second cavalry squadron of the Wood Elf Forbidden Army, and calmly issued an order, "Check your weapons again to see if your quiver is full!" ”

Inside and outside the Centaur Cave in Highland Mountain, bad news spread as well, except for the chaotic sound of horseshoes stomping on the ground and the clanging of weapons clashing in their hands, all that was left was the occasional sobbing softly.

The centaurs said goodbye to their families left behind, and most of them could only use a kiss of love or a brief hug as a memento of their parting.

Leaving behind them to cry with their wives and children, the young Tatek took up arms again and faced the unknown fate that was about to come, and they quickly gathered in front of Alec's parents outside the caves of the Highlands, even though most of them were swounded or tired of the endless damned war.

The depression was spreading, but it did not disintegrate Gilberg's desire to survive.

Alec looked directly at the gathered Tatek family, he could read their hearts from the faces of these young Gilberg warriors, but he was helpless, he vaguely knew that this was the ordeal that his Gilberg family had to go through, and this was the fate of the Gilberg family.

Alec rolled up the white tiger skin he was wearing with one hand, and held Alex's spear tightly with the other, his face did not flash any expression, as if he was waiting helplessly, until Legral led the arrival of the second squadron of the Wood Elf Forbidden Army Cavalry, and after nodding to each other with Legral, he violently slammed the ground with the end of Alex's spear, which was a silent and heavy order to march, this form of order undoubtedly only existed in the history of the centaur being submerged, and often represented the battle until death.

Alex's nose rumbled with the sound of horses' hooves, and Alec galloped side by side with Legral.

"Your Excellency Alec, once we choose to charge, we will never be able to retreat from this dangerous game of fighting to the death." Legral snorted softly, and the Iron Ore Ridge across the bridge of Alex's nose was in sight.

"Oh, not really, Old General Legral. I just feel that our Gilberg's fate is so ill-fated. Alec sighed, "Our ancestors were glorious, but my ancestors have been running away for thousands of years, and this time we have no way back!" ”

"See the sky? It was still raining this morning, but now it was sunset. Destiny is the sky, ever-changing. It's like the crying and laughing of a newborn baby. It is an honour for me to fight with you, Chief, today. Legral drew his scimitar with his right hand and slammed the back of his knife into the hilt of Alec's outstretched spear.

"We seem to have made a mistake on the Terian support bet before, and now we have only one life left. I'd love to gamble with my life again, even if it's a losing gamble. Alec faced the foot of the Iron Mine Ridge in front of him, and although the beech shield made him unable to see anything, he heard the faint moo moo from the foot of the Iron Mine Ridge. It's the voice of Mitaunos, and they're coming. ”

"Then we'll send them to die." Behind Legral was Claudil, who was holding the banner of the tree-patterned unicorn horse, and the banner erected focused the eyes of the Praetorian cavalry on the banner.