In mid-April of the second year of the Northland New Calendar, an alliance of nobles in their early 10,000s arrived at the Fog Fortress south of Coldwind City. This is the largest army in the Northland in recent decades, and the continuous camps are spread all over the mountains. The flag covers the sun, and you can't see the edge at a glance.

The nobles of more than a dozen Northland cities put aside their usual grievances and stood on the same front against an unprecedented enemy. A 'monster' who has slain from the Black Forest, and a 'man-eating demon king' who wants to destroy the privileged class.

A golden-topped tent was erected in the center of the camp, and the Banshee Banner of the Butch family was erected high, where His Excellency Friedman was stationed. He gambled all the wealth of his family and gathered tens of thousands of troops just to capture the small fortress opposite.

It is ridiculous that the Buchi family became a nobleman by sealing the six-armed snake demon that broke into the main material realm. Now their family is fighting with snake demons.

As the target of this operation, the wall of the dense fog fortress is ten meters high, and the visual area is not large. The nobles estimated that there were more than a thousand people stationed in the head, and there could be no more. The 'Man-Eating Demon King' is inside, and destroying him will solve all the problems.

After the formation, representatives of more than a dozen cities and hundreds of big families gathered in the 100-square-meter golden-roofed tent. Everyone gathered, staring at blood-red eyes, ready for a brutal fight.

In terms of numbers, the aristocratic side has an absolute advantage. They have nearly a thousand full-fledged wizards above the fifth level, and more than five thousand powerful professional soldiers. Even the attendants have been trained for many years and are well equipped.

Before, everyone was worried, and felt that Victor. Hugo is not easy to deal with. But now comparing the combat strength, I suddenly feel that my own chance of victory is more than ninety percent - relying on the strength of the people, one person can drown the opponent with a mouthful of spit.

"I'm going to launch a night raid." Friedman sat high and looked at the crowd in the tent, "Demons have night vision, and a thousand cowardly demons can all be used as cannon fodder, just right to tear through the enemy's defenses." ”

In the corner of the tent squatted a berserker more than two meters tall, with the appearance of a large, stout humanoid toad, ugly and powerful. Its wide, mouth is full of sharp teeth, its back is covered with spines, and it carries two large axes in its hands.

The monster was covered in a foul smell, and no one approached it for several meters. It was the commander of the demon army this time, and the two big copper bell eyes were always staring at the human brains inside the tent, muttering demonic words that others couldn't understand.

As soon as Friedman said that the 'demon army' was cannon fodder, everyone in the tent stared at this monster from another plane. The original challenge level was 14, and there is also a level of 11 after the projection is weakened.

Level 11 is already strong. Ninety percent of the nobles and wizards in this tent were no more than level 10. Such a powerful monster went to fight the vanguard and send him to death, and everyone felt that the chances of winning were a little bigger.

"Who wants to follow behind the demon army to attack?" Friedman looked around to the left and right, "Our enemy is inside the fortress. The family that invades first can take an extra percentage of the loot. ”

Hearing that they could take an extra piece of loot, the nobles discussed it privately. Farrell, who sat at the bottom of Friedman, sat still, and gave up the temptation after a little calculation.

A thousand cowards may seem like a lot, but if this little force can pry Victor away. Hugo's defense, Farrell's 2,000 men and horses will not be blocked outside the fortress and unable to move.

He launched several tentative attacks in the past two days, but each time he didn't take advantage, and he completely understood the strength of his opponent.

But Farrell didn't grab it, and a stout old nobleman stood up across from him.

"Your Excellency Friedman, we, the Thorncrest Knights of Long Night City, are willing to snatch this honor."

The city of the Long Night is further north, deep into the Black Forest. The old nobleman who wanted to take credit was called Yeke, a poor fellow. The name of the Knights of the Thorn Crown under his command is good, but in fact, it is poor. The internal races are mixed, and there are quite a few orcs and even gnolls to join.

However, the Thorn Crown Knights are huge, with 800 troops, making it the largest knight order in the Northland. Its gnoll soldiers are completely beasts, with great strength and speed, and they are really a powerful combat force that dares to fight.

In particular, gnolls can also see at night, are cruel and fearless, and can cooperate with the demon army, which is much stronger than humans relying on potions and arcane assistance.

Yeke also waved his hand, and five strong and fierce young men stood up behind him, "I have five sons, all of whom are the best warriors in the Northlands, and they are willing to serve His Excellency Friedman to kill Victor. Hugo's head. ”

The five young men were all very strong, with well-developed physiques and cold eyes. They were unarmoured, and their tops were exposed, revealing their thick arms and thick pecs. In the eyes of others, they are indeed good warriors, enough to run rampant on the battlefield.

Friedman nodded repeatedly, pleased that someone had come out to cheer. He promised to provide 500 archers for the warriors of the Long Night City to cover and ensure that they could take the city.

This 1,000 plus 800 plus 500 is a force of more than 2,000 troops. Night raids also have a sudden bonus, and the win rate needs to be increased.

Many nobles in the tent even felt that they were engaged in such a big battle, and they were afraid that they would break the enemy in one fell swoop tonight. Some people even regret why they didn't speak out first to win the position of the first attack, maybe the benefit is their own.

There was a loud discussion in the tent, and only Farrell sneered disdainfully: "These idiots think Victor. Is Hugo a soft egg? Rush to die.

If you've ever seen that guy fly into the sky alone and slash a dozen gargoyles in the blink of an eye, you wouldn't have any idea of winning easily. The nobles who participated in the war were lucky to survive half of the war. ”

But Farrell didn't speak, he wished that someone would fight to wear down the strength of his opponent.

Friedman arranged for a few more troops to respond, and the tactical arrangement of the night attack was over. This is the case with aristocratic armies, where the commander-in-chief only mentions operational requirements, and it is not in charge of how the person who receives the order is realized.

At this moment, it was already evening and before sunset, and the old nobleman Jeke, who had received the first attack mission, walked out of the golden tent happily with his five sons. They hurried to their camp and mobilized the hundreds of troops they had brought with them.

The Knights of the Thorn Crown had a large number of troops, and hurriedly opened fire and cooked, preparing to eat and drink enough to fight. The berserker also stepped out of the golden-topped tent and gathered his frodevils and cowardly demons to prepare to storm the outer fortifications of the Fog Fortress.

For demons, fighting is an indelible instinct imprinted in the soul. For them, the gushing of blood is a supreme pleasure, and the broken flesh and bones are a luxurious feast. The value of their existence is to destroy, to destroy.

The terrifying bottomless abyss will rain meteorites without warning, blowing cold winds that freeze everything, and rising volcanoes that erupt lava. In this environment, the demons are not afraid of death at all. Because in the never-ending death, they will continue to be reborn.

The human woman in the form of a snake demon also stepped out of the tent, and its bewitching appearance attracted the attention and ambition of countless nobles. However, the wizard's arcane vision can recognize the body of a high-level demon, and the peeping eye is often frightened beyond words.

The setting sun is casting its last rays from the direction of the fortress, and night is about to fall.

The snake demon pointed at the fortress and gave instructions to the berserker. The two-axe-wielding Berserker roared and unleashed the demon's unique skill of summoning its kind.

The axe blade slammed into the ground, and as the obscure demonic chant was chanted, the dimensional passage opened, and an ugly and terrifying berserk appeared—the onlookers let out sounds of surprise and joy as the battle seemed to be a foregone conclusion.