Diego gave the dwarf a strange look, wondering why he looked so high. Still, he took a step and walked up the stairs to the roof.

The battle on the roof of the building was not very intense, and although many demons had wings and could fly up, their targets were too big and slow to miss. They are often beaten into a sieve before they can exert their strength and numerical superiority, and fall into a pulp. After a few attempts, they all stopped and ran to the side of the gate, only the most iron-headed stunned young men were still persistently attacking, but neither in size nor intensity, at best they could be regarded as harassment and containment.

Diego stood behind the stone wall at the edge of the roof, following the dwarven pointing to the east. There is the direction of Broken Beach, and a little farther away, you can vaguely see a vast blue sea, which is the vast endless sea.

"Nothing, huh?" Diego was a little confused.

"Take a closer look!" The dwarf said stubbornly. He was the sharpest-eyed of the dwarves, and he would not have been singled out as a rifle shooter.

Diego glanced again, but still didn't find anything. He glanced at the dwarf suspiciously, if it weren't for the severity of the situation, and the dwarf was notoriously calm and unsmiling, he would almost have thought that this guy was joking with himself.

"Look at the sea, look at the end of the sea!" The dwarf said with a flushed face, leaning out of the stone wall and gesturing in the direction of the skyline.

Following his fingers, Diego put his hand on the pergola, his eyes wide and he tried his best to look at it. Suddenly, he screamed.

"What's that?"

At the end of the line of sight, where the sea and the sky meet, some small black dots appeared. As time passed, like a sprout breaking through the ground, those small dots gradually rose and gradually became a forest of masts.

Diego cast a hawkeye spell on himself as fast as he could, which made his vision much clearer. He was excited to see that dense sails were rising from the sea, and finally, under these sails, large ships showed their figures.

The hope in Diego's heart rose with these sails. He didn't know who it was, but the ships weren't like the creations of demons.

Diego couldn't help but look back to the west, the battle on the battlefield on the western front and the central front was in full swing at the moment, due to the cruelty of the war, the two sides with heavy losses began to shrink their fronts and move closer to the center, the two battlefields had actually converged into one, exhausted, and the two sides that were in a stalemate were now at the end of their strengths. Now, it's up to us to see who falls on the straw that broke the camel's back.

The fleet was getting closer, and now he could make out the flag on the mast, a pattern of scimitar skeletons crossing, with black ripples rippling underneath.

"Blackwater pirates? How could it be them? Diego was confused, he didn't know where these goblins were standing with money, could it be that the demons had paid for it? Neither Varian nor Ronin said these guys were coming.

At that moment, a familiar voice suddenly sounded from his side.

"What's going on? Whose ship is that? ”

Diego turned his head to see a pale-faced Brian Copperbeard standing behind a low wall, peering into the distance through a monocular made of brass. The old dwarf didn't look well, his helmet had been removed, blood seeping from his hair, soaking the bandages, and the armor behind him was shattered, revealing the fur liner within.

"It seems to be the Blackwater pirates of Booty Bay," Diego replied uncertainly, looking at the rock-hard old dwarf with concern and asking worriedly, "Are you alright, Brian?" ”

"Fortunately, Lao Luohan's skills are not bad, and he treats me very well!" Brian nodded, nonchalantly. He took out an iron flask from his bosom and poured it into a big sip, "It's not a problem to cut ten more demons!" ”

Diego didn't say anything more, he turned his head and stared intently at the fleet in the distance. With a few words, the fleet got closer.

It was early winter, and the cold wind blowing from the sea was howling, wet and cold. The ships were full of sails, and the wind was sufficient, as if they were gliding on the sea, and they sailed as fast as they came, and though they were getting closer and closer to the shore, they showed no sign of slowing down!

"Are they going to rush to the beach?" Diego's eyes froze, and he couldn't help but guess.

Generally speaking, because the draft is too deep, some large ships are difficult to get close to the beach and land directly, they will generally lower the dinghy and transport personnel ashore in batches. But there are exceptions, and in some cases of emergency, these large ships will also rush straight to the beach at maximum speed! This is a way to break the kettle and leave no way back, because once they wash up on the beach, it is difficult for these ships to return to the sea in a short time, and some ships will even have their hulls directly damaged or even scrapped!

The fleet was getting closer, and Diego could even vaguely see a figure moving around the ship. Broken Beach is a vast terrain with a flat seabed and few reefs, making it a good terrain for beaching.

There is no wind and three feet of waves on the sea, not to mention that it is now the time when the wind is blowing vigorously and the wind is biting, and the waves several meters high are surging on the sea, and the waves are shouting in angry droplets, contending with the wind. But just as the waves emptied and the tide rolled over the sea, the fleet unfurled like charging knights, marching in unison toward the shore. The sharp bow of the ship is like a sharp sword, splitting the undulating waves and cutting straight tracks on the sea!

As Diego and Brian watched nervously, the ships got closer and closer, closer and closer! Finally, with the surging tide, these unstoppable warships washed up on the beach one after another. Without the support of the sea, the ship's own weight crushed the planks and the keel broke incessantly, and the ships ran aground on the shore like huge whales.

It was on this crooked deck that gangplanks were pushed out of the side of the ship and set up on the beach. Along the gangplank, countless figures ran down quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the beach was densely crowded.

The first to come down were groups of humans in thick armor, their robes in the middle of the chest, embroidered with the silver-white dawn day, they held the reins of the war horses, and soon formed a strict array.

They were followed by groups of mutilated, ragged and rusted living dead, who spread out across the sand with signs of the Dark Queen's suffering, covering almost the entire coast with no trace of sand in sight.

It's the Silver Dawn and the Forsaken! Diego and Brian looked at each other, and neither of them could hide the excitement in their hearts!

At 3 p.m. on October 30, the 24th year of the Dark Gate, the army of the Silver Dawn and the Forsaken finally appeared on the battlefield of the Cursed Lands!