During the time that Farron was deploying his forces, the army of Arachnid Drow had already rushed to the city, but Farron's confusion was a hurdle that they could not get around no matter what.

Even though the city gate is close in front of you, this thin curtain of light divides a sense of déjà vu between heaven and earth.

Countless magics, swords and axes, and battering rams crashed on the light curtain, and the final result was that they all bounced off.

Their strength level is too low, even if the frequency of attacks and the number of attacks reach a certain level, they can't cause qualitative changes, and the light curtain is still unshakable, and it's too tenacious to speak.

It was only a few minutes before the Drow defenders arrived late, shouting at the attacking Orequir army from a high position.

"Kill these freaks!"

"Filthy bastard, where did you get the guts to attack Farren!"

"Kill them all!"

The Drow elves occupied a favorable position, and the walls were more than sixty meters high enough to widen the distance between them and the enemy, so the rain of arrows arrived on the battlefield first.

Ordinary arrows are not powerful enough for the monsters of the Red Dragon Legion, but for Orequil's army, they are like the scythe of death, and a rain of arrows can harvest a large number of lives.

Through a thin curtain of light, the casters of the Drow Elves began to use their power unscrupulously to stir up the storm on the battlefield.

The magical elements in the air became even more chaotic, and complex magic arrays appeared outside the city, followed by a powerful blast of flames blasting through Orequir's army!

A surging cloud appeared in mid-air, and soon heavy rain began to fall locally. This is no ordinary rain, but acid rain that can easily corrode rocks and flesh, turning enemies into bones.

For a time, Orequier's army suffered heavy losses and corpses were strewn all over the field.

Any of their attacks would be blocked by the Misty Locks, and the Drow Elves, on the other hand, were all red-eyed and completely insane.

These brainless guys are simply sent to the door to find death, and they are living targets!

On the towering platform near the port, the ruler of Orequer looked at the thin curtain of light, and a sneer appeared on his face that was so burned that he could no longer make out the outline of his basic facial features.

His name was Fred, oh wrong, that was his old name.

A thousand years ago, Fred was a drow with a great talent for spells in Phalanlon, but he failed to pass the faith test of the Spider God, and he was cursed by the Spider God Queen, and since then he has become an ugly arachnid drow.

He was ridiculed and spurned by his former kind, and finally banished to the Abyss by his own family's master mother, where he became a slave of the Mind Flayer.

During more than a dozen years as a slave, Fred awakened his psychic abilities.

After that, the plot is more bloody and old-fashioned, he killed the Mind Flayer who imprisoned him, quietly returned to Farlanlon, and killed his own family mother, slaughtering all 782 members of the entire family.

In the end, of course, he was wanted by the whole city, but Fred did not choose to be captured, and he used his psychic ability to infiltrate the Warlock Academy and then the Spider Academy, and stole a large number of arcane books and priest codexes.

He hated Franlon, and even more so for the Spider God's cruel domination of the Drow Elves, who had turned herself into an ugly half-human, half-spider.

Fred was bent on overthrowing the decaying and depraved city-state, and decided to rebuild a more democratic and free city on his own. He escaped from the city with such a dream, only to be stopped by a puzzle at the moment of leaving the city.

Later, he was besieged by the Drow army, and in desperation, Fred seized an elemental tower and succeeded in detonating it along with the Drow army besieging him.

More than a decade later, an iron-masked arachnid drow appeared in the Dark Realm, calling himself the Faceless.

At that time, the Faceless had hundreds of followers, all of them wandering the Dark Lands and banished arachnid drows, whom the Faceless called "sons of redemption" and gave them advanced spells and combat skills.

Later, he took all the "sons of redemption" to capture a small drow city-state, liberating all the arachnoid drows, and renaming the city-state "Orequir".

This is a brief history of this deformed country.

"Your Majesty the Faceless, the sacrifice has almost been sacrificed." A red-robed arachnoid said respectfully.

Yes, the armies that Orequer is besieging the city are all sacrifices that have been abandoned, and the vast majority of them are the drow spirits of Phalanlon, and they all have Farren's blood in their veins!

"So let's get started." The Faceless replied telepathically, his vocal cords damaged by the explosion that year, and he was unable to speak properly.

The Faceless One took out a phalanx from the Dimensional Ring and placed it in the center of the formation at his feet.

This phalanx was stolen by him when he secretly infiltrated the Warlock Academy, and it was the phalanx of a legendary mage, the founder of the Lost Lock.

It was supposed to be an intact right hand bone, but in order to get out of Farren, he consumed most of it, and now, only this phalanx bone remains.

That's why the Faceless One dared to say big things that would weaken the Lost Lock's defenses, because he had done such a thing back then, and he had made the Lost Lock fail for a few seconds.

But now, due to the lack of casting materials, the defense strength can only be weakened as much as possible.

The nine archmages began to chant the words, and the circle under their feet erupted with scarlet light.

On the battlefield, the bloodlines that originally belonged to Fran Lun converged because of a strange force, forming a series of obscure blood-colored spell sequences.

"Your Majesty the Faceless, Supreme Father, Phalanren will be history, Orequiel will eventually replace this corrupt and depraved city-state, and you are the hope of all the Drow Elves, and will carry forward justice and justice."

The eight red-robed mages said in unison.

"Undoubtedly, this is the pursuit of all sons of redemption." The Faceless nodded faintly, telepathically replying.

"I make a wish that the Locks of Farrenlen will be fragile."

"I make a wish that Orequel's army will be unstoppable."

"I make a wish that peace will return to the society of the Drow Elves."

"I make a wish that the reign of the Spider Mad will fall in the middle of the way."

"I make a wish that Francois will be history."

"I make a wish that Orequiel will bring light."

"I make a wish......"

As the words fell, the eight high-level red-robed mages exploded into a cloud of blood mist, this was the "Great Wishing Technique", and they used their lives to open the way for the imminent full-scale war.

The blood mist stained the bones of the legendary mage blood-red, then turned into powder and dissipated in the blood-smelling wind, silently melting into a thin curtain of light......