The battle of the guards of Rogudan lasted from dusk to dawn, and the moment the sun rose in the east, the banner that Syldo sacrificed with his life gradually lost its light.

At dawn, the bloody king of horsemen, Pogusa, and the severe-haired noble elf Hilace, each with their own troops, finally repelled the conceited orcs.

However, the frost will return, even as the snow and ice are melting in the daylight.

Pogusa roared at the distant orcs, and Sylace slowly brushed his hair with his scarred hands.

For the king, his subordinates and his subjects are of great importance, and for the elves, beauty and eternity are inseparable.

Pogusa dragged his tired body and turned around and walked towards the city of Logodan, it was the first time he had triumphed so badly. The sky above Luogu Dan City was empty, and there were even more bows and crossbows on it than the returning warriors at this time.

Every step Pogossa took was so difficult, his heart was bleeding, his soul was deeply remorseful. Luo Gu Dan lost the strongest city wall, lost the most heroic horseman, and lost the endless glory of the past...... Pocusa lost everything, and in the end, he had nothing but glory.

If glory can be exchanged for the lives of thousands of horsemen, then Pogusa is willing to let future generations never see his name in the history books.

Silace strode along, his seemingly light stride overtaking King Pogusa.

Pogusa inadvertently saw the sad broken hair of Silace.

"Your hair ......" Pocusa was a little depressed, but he still tried to maintain his demeanor as a king as much as possible when he spoke, and if the king of Rogudan triumphed with tears of frustration, then the courage of this brave country would also turn to sorrow and loss.

"We won, didn't we?" said Shelace with a smile, as he seemed to always be able to maintain his vitality and confidence, "We have lost 4,000 men in battle, but we have repelled an army of 100,000 orcs, this is an unprecedented victory, the horseman Pogusa." ”

Pogusa laughed, but tears almost welled up in his eyes, as a king, he should indeed have the same mentality as Silace: "The dawn has broken...... Hahaha, it's finally dawning......"

"Long live Rogudan! Long live Middle-earth!" Silace suddenly raised his arms and shouted.

Pogusa's heart seemed to be touched, and the pain was faintly concealed at this moment.

The remaining 2,000 elves and 300 horsemen shouted behind him, "Long live Logodan!

The gates of the city were opened, and the people of the city greeted the triumphant heroes in the warmest possible way. Inside and outside the city, a tidal wave of cheers rang out.

The light of dawn shone from the high mountain behind the city of Luogu Dan to the king of the horsemen, Pogusa.

Pogusa slowly raised his head, warmth and light enveloped him, this moment was a long-lost light for Pogosa and Rogudan.

Back in the city, Sil-Ace went to the conference room first, while Pogusa walked alone to the walls of the city of Rogudane.

The Holy Banner still stood in the most glorious place of Luogudan, and the corpse of the staff officer Syldor was so cold that it was frosty at this time.

Pogusa walked up to Srdo's side, knelt down on one knee with tears in his eyes, and slowly picked up Srdo's body with his strong arms.

Hot tears can't take away the cold on Syldo's body, but Seldo's hot heart will not be frozen by the extreme cold of the Northland.

Pogusa brought Srdo back to the royal city and placed Srdo's body by the fire that burned forever.

"Now, you can rest well," Pocusa prayed for Srdo, placing his sword on Srdo's body, "May you be free from cold and misery from now on, and all the people of Rogoudan will remember your name, Srdo." ”

Pogusa glanced at Srdo one last time, the light of the fire dancing on his face, Srdo's expression still the same as last night.

The King of Horsemen walked out of the royal city, and after stepping out of the palace gates, he had to stand up again, and the people and warriors of Luogudan were waiting for him. He is the king and the hope of Rogudan.

Pogusa walked towards the conference room again, and now the only Logoudan who could enter this hall was King Pogusa.

Pocussa walked to the door of the conference room, and just as he was about to enter, he heard staccato crying from inside.

Pogusa looked inside, and there was only Elf Silace alone in the room.

Silace's hand was clutching the last broken hair, and tears welled up from Silace's eyes, like a sad river, and like the cold moonlight.

Pogusa walked in slowly, knowing what Silace was crying for.

When Silace saw Pogusa coming, he slowly lowered his hands and smiled reluctantly at Pogusa.

"I'm sorry. Pogusa's voice was a little muffled.

Sylace smiled bitterly: "It doesn't matter, my hair grows very quickly among elves, and it will grow back in about two hundred years." ”

Pogusa's tone was heavy, as his gaze was: "As a king, I have broken my promise. This is not the price that the elves should pay, your lives are not the same as those of humans. ”

"But it's just as precious," Silace's eyes still glistened with tears, "every life that dares to give for what you love deserves respect." ”

"I've been involved in two battles," Silace continued, "the first was to fight the Black Elves to protect the Queen. The battle lasted for a month, and it was a battle within the elves. We will do whatever it takes to protect the most beautiful existence of the elves. But in the end, the queen did not want to see her life continue to fall, and she had to give her life to cleanse the souls of those who had been corrupted by the darkness. ”

With the most poignant smile, Sil-Ace said, "This is the choice of the elven queen, and it is also a sympathy for the elves who have fallen into darkness. In the end, the end of the battle was good, but we lost the queen and Filas lost the beloved. ”

"The elves are not selfish," Pocusa said, "and not everything in the human epic is true. ”

"Elves are selfish, we are stingy with our lives, but we will also do anything for the sake of what we love. Hillace corrected.

Pogusa sighed, "Rogudan owes the elves too much......"

"That's owed by the orcs, not the brave knights. A different light suddenly flashed in Sil's eyes: "We must defeat them, for the elves, for the sake of Luogudan, and even more for the sake of Middle-earth." ”

Pogusa and Sil's faith and fighting spirit were once again aroused, and although their armor was tattered and their weapons were rusty and dull, the light of the dawn would shine on them forever as long as their will was not diminished.

The sound of the orcs' battle crumpets was heard again from a distance, less than twelve hours after the last engagement. Once again, the orcs took advantage of the darkness to attack, and this time, they wanted to completely destroy Luogudan.

There are still more than 2,000 warriors in the city of Luogudan. The outer walls have been destroyed, the Holy Banner has lost its light, and all that remains is themselves, and their eternal burning will.

This time, the defenders of Rogudan will face the wrath of the voodoo shaman Jerusar and an army of hundreds of thousands of orcs.

A few kilometers away from the inner city of Luogu Dan, in the center of the vast orc army, several huge figures were slowly advancing in the ice and snow, and with every step they took, the land trembled slightly.

Yelesar sat on top of the thunder rhino and walked slowly, and on the orc banner beside her, the head of the leader of the orc legion hung from it......