The Moyar Plateau, shrouded in the bitter winter, is not affected by cold winds everywhere. It's a cold, dry, biting current, and you may shiver at first when it blows in your face, and then you notice a layer of frost at the corners of your eyes and nostrils.

But it was the same cold air that made Draenor feel extremely hot. Because it was thick with the smoke of gunpowder, and there was a stench of burnt flesh.

On the other side of the wall, Snowway's army of 10,000 men was almost as far as the eye could see, and the blazing torches illuminated the heavy armor on horseback. And right in front of that fire, Adaris, who had become the elder king, stood on the chariot, holding a huge horn rolled up into the air, ready to attack Nagasios.

"Draenor! Cannonball!! ”

The captain's shout brought him back to his senses, and he looked up, and the sun appeared in the sky again. In the next second, he had been dragged under the low wall, and with a loud and alarming sound, the wall that was eight meters thick shook violently.

"Damn, they did it first." A female commander in a gilded helmet stood up with the barrel of her cannon, drew her saber and shouted to the crowd:

"Knights! Don't retreat! We are the walls of Nagseus! ”

The knights' reaction brought Draenor back to his senses, and he quickly picked up a thirty-kilogram cannonball before the second shell hit, filled it into the barrel, and then pushed the bolt forward, holding the huge lever of the reaction box.

"Cannon !!"

With a command, Draenor and the others pulled the lever at the same time, and the powerful recoil almost shook the ground, and countless fires erupted from the walls of the border of Kerton, and the blazing cannonballs smashed towards the snowfield like meteors, and the moment before they landed, they exploded into dazzling pillars of light, and the smoke completely obscured Snowway's army.

The artillery fire continued for more than ten minutes, and just as Draenor found that only the last shell was left around him, the deafening sound of trumpets crossed the snowfield, and Snowway's army struck the city walls like a hurricane.

"Shoulder the glory of Nagseus!!"

Commander Mikhail unsheathed his sword, his shouts almost covering the roar of the horns, and he led six thousand knights into the iron wall built by the Snowvies.

Regardless of equipment or numbers, Nagseus had a clear upper hand. But that's how the Knights' strengths can be brought into full play.

Like an unstoppable chain of fire, the galloping horses carried the knights through the enemy crowd, and as if he did not care about the disparity in numbers, he drew his sword and aimed at the exposed gaps of the heavily armored soldiers to harvest the lives of the soldiers.

The armor of the heavy cavalry was nothing more than fragile mud in Mikhail's eyes, and he stepped on his feet, and the bullet hit his armor and was bounced into the air.

"If the enemy advances, I advance, and I advance......"

"The enemy is gone!"

Mikhail the Shout, his hands clenched the hilt of his sword, the blade of which spun like a leaf of a windmill, and a sharp whirlwind slashed Yadris's head to the ground.

At the moment when the old knight withdrew his sword, the blood splattered the eyes of the horses, and the poor brutes were frightened, and pulled the chariot on a rampage. The violent shaking shook Ardris's body out, and the moment he landed on the ground, he was trampled into flesh by his hooves.

"The Great King! Long King Ardris! ”

Seeing Adris's head tumble to the ground, Snowway's soldiers immediately became confused, and then someone blew the horn, and the turret at the rear of the line shot flames into the sky

Dark smoke filled the snowfield, and Mikhail suddenly realized something, knocked on his armor, and shouted at the knights:

"Cover your mouth and nose! Fall back! ”

At the very moment when the knights broke free from the encirclement of the enemy army and rushed towards the walls of Kerton, the roar of wolves sounded in the snowfield. Snowway's warriors unloaded their armor, jumped off their horses, and chased after the knights with their terrifying bodies with wolf heads.

Standing on the wall, Draenor saw it clearly, and he turned to pick up the last cannonball, but Dino pinched his arm.

"Don't touch it! Our people are mixed up with Snowway, and it's no longer useful! ”

In the blink of an eye, the regimental commander had fled through the city gate with the few remaining knights. The bitter lessons of the past have taught Mikhail the horrors of the aconitum pollen, and to turn the knights of the Lycos into irrational beasts will only play into Snowway's hands. The enemy has become werewolves, and they have been carried away by the will to fight, intending to die with Nagseus.

"Close the gates! Garrison Knights! Pour hot lead! "Mikhail personally gave the order to the city walls. Suddenly, the metal pillars that had been erected on the walls toppled to the other side, and the molten metal poured down, and the hot lead flew down to swallow the horrible monsters, and Delano could not see the other side, but he could hear the heart-rending howls, and he could see the black smoke rising.

The rhythm of Snowway's attack was disrupted, but in less than half a minute, the surviving beasts actually stabbed their claws into the corpses of their companions, and there was a strange sound of tearing flesh under the wall, and the commander lying on the side of the low wall saw the situation, her legs were limp, and her nails were clinging to the wall through her gloves.

"Devouring Ritual...... It's a forbidden technique that Mutu spurned......"

Before Draenor could react to what had happened, a twisted arm stretched out from the low wall in front of him, and his bulging muscles contracted rapidly, dragging a hideous head to climb up.

Draenor subconsciously drew his gun, aimed the gun at the monster's eyebrows, and pulled the trigger repeatedly. The monster fell, and more beasts pounced, fangs shattering the commander's armor and pushing her off the wall with the force of the impact.

At this moment, Mikhail's expression changed to an unprecedented panic, and he stared closely at the knight who had fallen to the ground and was dying, and he wanted to turn over and dismount and run towards her now.

"Nastya ......" The old knight's heart was bleeding, but he couldn't leave his mount, and the knights behind him were still waiting for his orders, and every knight stood here with the belief that he would die.

"Defend the walls! Can't let them take another step towards Kerton! Mikhail gritted his teeth and drew his sword, and with the intent of battle, the knights rushed towards the werewolf who had tumbled into the wall.

"Possessed!!"

Dino roared, his right arm embedding into the beast's waist and abdomen, and with incredible force, he threw one of the werewolves into the snowfield.

Unleashing the divine Draenor in the form of a behemoth, he fights alongside the captain to fight off the beasts that delusionally want to enter the city. But there were so many of them that they were attacking the walls like a huge colony of ants.

One of the beasts pinned Draenor to the ground, clenching his claws into fists and slamming them into the monster's eye sockets, and as the other man fell, his divinity reached its limit, pushing the twisted corpse aside before his strength could recede, and he raised his fire to fire at the oncoming monster again.

"Damn, where is Jeter? She'd better have retreated, we have no chance of winning until the wolves return to human form! Dino grabbed the beast's head and threw it off the wall.

Jett? Draenor looked back, afraid to see Jett among the mountains of corpses, until his gaze fell on the low wall. She stood there, spurring away the beasts with a sharp blade in one hand and a large metal orb in the other.

"Retreat! Can't you hear me? Jett! ”

Dino also noticed Jett's presence, but he and Draenor didn't have time to turn and run towards her, and the slightest negligence would have completely engulfed the two of them.

"Shut up!"

Jett yelled at the two of them, and instead smiled, a smile of sadness and despair.

"I'm running out of time, if the candle hidden in my chest can still light the last spark, let it bloom completely......"

At this moment, Draenor suddenly noticed that the last cannonball that had been placed by the low wall was missing, and he understood the meaning of these words, and desperately tried to push away the wolves that were swarming towards him, but he was forced back again and again.

A halo of light slashed through the air, and Jett tossed his saber aside, raising his bloodied arm and shouting:

"Hey! Bloodthirsty brute! Is it the first time you've ever smelled something like this? This is the blood of Vantia that you will never forget! ”

The wolves suddenly stopped attacking, and gradually twisted their bodies and pounced on Jett with the strong smell of blood.

"That's it, let's chase it as much as you want!"

Jett laughed as she suppressed her fear, drew a torch from the wall, and leaped down the shell as she clung to it.

"Damn, what does she want to do!?" Dino kicked the beast next to him off the wall, and just as he was about to chase Jett from his divinity, a huge body suddenly jumped out from the low wall.

The sharp teeth were embedded in the skin, and the muscles in his neck contracted violently, tearing his right arm off alive.

Before he could think, Draenor drew his dagger and stabbed it into the beast's mouth, raising the fire with his other hand and sending the last bullet into its body.

Jett fell on the charred corpse and immediately struggled to his feet, dragging a trail of scarlet blood towards the snowfield.

She could feel death chasing after her, but she still couldn't turn back, she was determined to do so, only then would she create an opportunity for Nagasios to fight back.

Then, exhausted, she finally collapsed in the snow, and the wolves fell off the wall, crawling and gradually galloping, and soon, she would be torn to pieces.

Jett swung her torch and lit the fuse of the cannonball, and now, even if it was only for a few seconds, she wanted to be willful again. Raising her head, she looked at the bright starry sky, connecting those points of light into a picture, like her dead husband.

"I'm finally, going to accompany you in advance, my Sado......"

At the moment when the wolves engulfed her, a pillar of light shot out of the snowfield, followed by a thunderous roar, and the armor, shrapnel and the bodies of those beasts were blasted into the air, and the blazing flames melted the surrounding snow into mist, and when the white fog dissipated, only a huge crater was left on the ground.

At this moment, the gates of Kerton were once again opened, and Mikhail led the knights who were still able to fight towards the still surviving enemy forces in the distance.

"There are no cowards in Nagseus! Exterminate the remnant! ”

Dozens of knights shouted and galloped, about to wipe out those who should not have appeared in the snowfield.

"Hold on! You can't die, you can't die before my eyes too! Draenor pressed the strip of cloth against Dino's wound, trying to stop the gushing blood. He pulled the last tranquilizer out of his bag and stabbed it into the vein in Dino's left arm.

Jett...... She didn't die senselessly, she traded her life for the opportunity for Nagseus to counterattack, it's our ...... Victorious. ”

Dino leaned against the crumbling low wall, and before closing his eyes, he looked sideways at the red sun slowly rising on the horizon and whispered.

At this point, the walls of Kerton seemed to have reached their limit, and it began to slope outward, and the ground that supported Errao began to peel away. Draenor picked up Liunuo's body, but his feet collapsed weakly, he knew that he had nowhere to escape, but his body subconsciously protected Liunuo's back, and fell down with the captain's broken body and the city wall.

The moment before he landed, he saw the blood-red earth in front of him, and for a moment he felt that the rising sun was like a colorless disk. He thought of his adoptive father, Master Major Kellin, of Headwin in a foreign land, and of the faces he knew most in Eichenryde.

Nagseus is victorious, and from now on, Snowway, the nightmare that has tormented North Abel for hundreds of years, will no longer exist.