In the year 779 of the Faith Calendar, this year is known as the first year of dusk by later generations, which marks the end of the era of faith and the beginning of the era of twilight.

Dusk, after all, still came.

The wheels of history are rolling forward, Wan Jun's inertia is unmatched, even if Mu Yan, a butterfly, desperately stirs its wings, it will not help.

For an ordinary person living on the plains, whether he is Morningstar, Jialan, or Turing, the first half of the year is spent in a state of panic, having to leave the warm and humid plains of the horses and travel with them to the cold, barren Khadra Plateau, where they live with ignorant, savage, and stinking orcs......

But when life settled, almost no one complained.

Because just as the last refugees arrived safely in the wild highlands on the eastern side of the Kadra Plateau, the sound of mountains and tsunamis could be heard faintly in the vast wilderness to the east......

From the first person to spot the voice, an indescribable fear spread through the crowd.

People almost unanimously stopped complaining, stopped arguing, stopped all biological activity, and stood like sculptures, looking east, looking at the distant skyline, listening to the thickening sounds......

Thanks to the fresh air on the plateau, the visual range is extremely far, and they see a blue and white line at the end of the view.

It got closer, and the closer it got, the louder it became.

The strange silence lasted for a whole afternoon, until the line at the junction of sea and sky rushed to the eyes, turning from line to wall, and from wall to ocean......

It was an endless tide......

Swallowing castles, engulfing farmland, engulfing endless wilderness and dotted villages and forests...... Like thousands of troops, galloping endlessly, in the blink of an eye, all traces of human existence were trampled to ashes.

Even standing on the Kadra plateau, which is 3,000 meters above sea level, even if the sea stops at a distance at their feet, people involuntarily take half a step back.

The plains of herding horses no longer exist.

When people came to their senses, the fire was extinguished, the anger was silent, and the dissatisfaction that had been brewing and escalating in the previous second turned into the joy of the rest of their lives in an instant.

No one cried, no one collapsed, but most of the people looked at them with an inexplicable sadness.

Even the little ones did not cry out at an inopportune time, but clasped their parents' hands and continued to move westward with a step.

……

The sea eventually stays at a height of less than a hundred meters from the Kadra plateau and no longer rises, but this does not mean that it is safe.

As the waves roll in, from time to time, one or two huge creatures that are obviously not like river fish will emerge from the water, and when they struggle to jump up a hundred meters, countless webbed fishmen with smooth skin and scales will instantly pop out of their stomachs.

Although this dwarfy creature is low in combat effectiveness, and a trained adult soldier is enough to deal with at least three enemies of the same species, it is superior in numbers, and every time it appears, it is like a vast tide, and it is elusive......

The Jialan people were originally at the front of the large army, and even though they were the last to set off, the overall speed was the fastest because of the more advanced level of magic technology.

But at this time, they took the initiative to come to the end of the team and sent a team of highly mobile mages to stop the elusive fish-man troops.

The Morningstar silently accepted the kindness of the Jialan, and at night withdrew the redundant patrols between the two teams, and instead expanded the vigil to include the other two countries.

The Turings, on the other hand, also quietly withdrew to the west to guard against the Imperials, and sent out the information accumulated over the years of fighting with the Sea Clan.

In the face of the ethnic catastrophe, the concept of the state seems to have become weaker.

But even so, as time went on, in less than a month, the pressure from the back line had increased several times, and when the high-level sea tribes participated in the exhibition, humans had to send troops and stronger combat power to delay time.

……

It was late at night, on the wilderness of the eastern line.

Several black shadows pierced the cold air, and suddenly, a terrible chirp resounded through the night sky, as if in response to it, and an equally mournful chirp soon rang out from all directions.

The rapidly advancing black shadows stopped abruptly, back to back to each other, and looked around vigilantly.

"Boss, what should I do?"

A childish voice asked, sounding like it was only seventeen or eighteen years old.

But when the guy he called the leader opened his mouth, he didn't even get there.

"What else can I do, I can run if I can, and if I can't run, I can pull a few cushions."

The head took off his face scarf, revealing a young face.

He looked at the other group of black-clothed people who were more than ten meters away from them, and his eyes were quite touching.

"I never thought that the people of Shadow Footsteps would join forces with the people of Night Song of Thorns, and I didn't expect that the first time I joined forces, we would die together......"

"Hey, boy, what's that?"

The leader of the Night Song of Thorns was a man in his thirties, fair-looking, not at all like a knife-wielding man. He also smiled heartily.

"I have already sent out the news in advance, presumably the headquarters will soon find out about the collusion between His Royal Highness the Third Prince and the Sea Clan......

"That's a well-deserved death." Deres smiled, clenched his dagger, and looked at the sea tribe that had already surrounded the mountains.

The scream came from a creature somewhere between an eel and a snake, winged, but crawling on the ground, its smooth scales glistening in the moonlight, unable to hide its form.

However, don't think that this thing is very reckless because it is generous, on the contrary, this creature is tricky, and does not come up at all when it is not consciously grasped, but relies on its speed, like a wolf herding sheep, to block its prey, until the number is enough to overwhelm the opponent.

In the previous battle, Shadow Footsteps and Thorn Night Song combined lost eighty manpower, and it was because of this kind of social demonic beast that was at least level 4 or above.

Deres said to himself, "Speaking of which, your third prince is really a waste...... Look at our third prince, Your Majesty Ferro, tsk......"

The Man of the Night Song of Thorns also pursed his lips, with a hint of despair in his eyes.

It's all at this time, and I still don't do these meaningless quarrels, not to mention, what people say is still the truth......

If it weren't for Luo Lan's secret collusion with the Sea Clan and spreading rumors, there would not have been doomsday rumors in the Morningstar team that the Sea Clan is invincible, causing panic in the hearts of the people, and the collapse and suicide appeared one after another. What's more, they came to this kind of place to find out the news, which is also false information from Loran......

This is simply a trap, a trap that catches the Night Song of Thorns and the Shadow Footsteps.

Everyone is breathing the last breath of fresh air in life, waiting for the fate that is about to come.

"The blade hangs low~"

"Blood flows~"

"Head grunts to the floor~"

In the night song of thorns, I don't know who sang this song "Daric's Head" in a low voice, the voice was weak, but it spread quickly.

"The nose can still breathe~"

"The mouth can still sing~"

"I am an immortal soul~"

"I am an immortal hero~"

Many of the people in the shadow footsteps who had heard this ballad among the assassins also clenched their daggers and whispered.

“hey yoo~”

“hey yoo~”

"I'm Daric's head~"

"Daric doesn't need a body~"

"I use my gaze to scare off the enemy~"

"I bite the enemy with my teeth~"

……

The scales of the Rinard winged eel snake glowed and crowded together like sparkling water, gradually enveloping the small and powerless agents, who were about to be swallowed up, and suddenly, a blinding firelight exploded, accompanied by a choking smell of sulfur, lighting up most of the night sky! The eel snake that rushed to the front was instantly blown apart, and the dazzling fire strongly stimulated this group of deep-sea creatures, letting out bursts of painful screams, and in the blink of an eye, the formation was chaotic!

"It's ...... Saved? We are saved!? ”

The seventeen or eighteen-year-old man excitedly tugged at Deres's sleeve, and the latter also quietly breathed a sigh of relief, but his face was unwavering, and he slapped the young man on the back of the head.

"Alas! Captain, why are you filming me? ”

"Does it hurt? The pain is right, which means that it is not a dream. ”

“…… Then why don't you shoot yourself? ”

"It hurts."

Deres smiled and cast his gaze into the air.

The familiar smell of the explosion reminded him of a man......

The firelight lit up the night sky and made it look pitch black farther away. But soon, the sound of flapping wings calmed the commotion, and at the same time, the eel not far away let out an even more frightened scream, as if it had encountered a natural predator!

"Gah-"

"Gah-"

The hoarse sound was like a stone thrown into the water, and in the light of the fire, two eagle-headed lions, with golden feathers around their necks, leaned out of the behemoth of Roy Shevin and Lucien Clark.

"Sure enough, it's you......"

Dreas sighed.

"It's not just us."

Roy replied, raising his hand and throwing a morning star.

Almost in no particular order, Lucien also threw another one defiantly, one left and one right, lighting up most of the night sky.

These two people are really ......

Deres shook his head, then lost his mind as he stared at the dark shadows that filled the sky......

He saw countless griffons, like the flock of geese that overwhelm the city of geese from the cold Rebecca to the warm, humid Felwood every autumn......

But the creatures in front of you are far from being comparable to the geese, and the Warcraft Atlas says that the griffin is at least a level 5 Warcraft, or a flying Warcraft that can be tamed, and there are at least thousands of them at the moment......

"Don't look at it, these are dwarves." "We just returned from Eagle's Nest Mountain. ”

Deres suddenly said, "No wonder you set off a few months ago......"

When the two exchanged pleasantries, the heavily armed dwarf wielding a chain hammer and armed with a demon-breaking repeater had already ridden the griffon and began to crush the eel, which had no resistance under the attack of the air troops, and could only let the mermaids eat it.

This is not the end, the earth gradually trembled, and a sound of horses' hooves came from a distance, it was the cavalry regiment of the Turing people, led by the acquaintance of Lucien and Deres, the Lyon knight who had gone to the White Rock mine together!

"The Turings are here too...... It's all here......"

Dreas muttered, his heart suddenly hot.

"You ...... Have you met Teacher Mu Yan recently? He asked.

Roy shook his head, his gaze further east, suddenly solemn.

"There's a big guy coming......"

"What?"

Dreas turned around, shivering as well.

Despite the warm glow of the fire around him, and the roar of the griffin and the panicked screams of the eel, he could sense a tense atmosphere through the heavy night......

He has seen the world, he has seen dragons.

At the White Rock Mine, he had experienced a similar, suffocating atmosphere from that behemoth...... And now, too.

"Get on the griffons and get out, the next war may not be yours......"

Lucien urged, what time has it been, this person is still so unauthentic to speak.

Deres pursed his lips, but did not refute, and rode away west on the griffin, where the knight of Leon was leading his team back and forth to strangle the fleeing eel, and when he saw him fly by, he saluted from afar.

Deres bowed slightly, knowing in his heart that this was a premeditated encirclement, and Roy's real purpose was the big guy who was about to appear......

About a minute or two after he left, the sound of a tsunami was heard in the west.

The sea water swept over the mountains, and the waves held up a large ship with a strange shape, like a whale's belly, and on the deck stood a muscular male Naga who was more than four meters tall, exuding a heavy momentum like a mountain.

"Here we are, just like Miss Soulia said."

Lucien gave a rare smile and reached out to pull out a stone.

At the other end of the stone looms the human stronghold at the foot of Mount Hogarth, tentatively named "Songard", which means "last holy place" in the Kragon language.

At the same time, it was the location of the second Seraf.

The latter is now no longer a "game hall", but a place for training fighters.

"It took all the money of the Council family to create such a two-way teleportation stone, you don't want to fall it." Roy quipped.

"Humph......"

Lucien threw a stone, and a magic light pierced it with precision, blasting it into powder in the air.

A soft white light emerged from the stone, instantly intertwining into a curtain of light. Then, a series of powerful figures walked out of the light curtain, confronting the Naga in front of them.

At the head was Suria, flanked by the maiden, Amacer, Knight Langdon, Sensei Za, and Patriarch Gustavo. Behind them, there is a coalition of druids and elves from the windy firmament, as well as the human elite, behind the elves give birth to wind wings, and the druids flap their wings, and as for the humans, most of them ride on griffins.

Seeing this, Prince Encore still did not stop moving forward, and dozens of ascenders prayed behind him around a jewel wrapped in water vapor, and a steady stream of tide poured forward from behind him.

In the face of the tide of divine blessings, no human being can stop it.

He thought to himself.

On the other side, in the face of the surging waves, the girl held her grandfather's reshaping sword 'Courage', stood in front of the tide, grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, and then waved it vigorously with a coquettish sound—

A misty purple glow rolls forward! The sword light divides the waves and breaks the sea!

"In the name of courage, attack!"

The girl shouted.

"In the name of courage, attack!"

Behind him was a continuous shout, accompanied by the sound of thunderous horses' hooves, whizzing forward.