As soon as I came to the outside of the West Fortress, I saw that the originally tall and mighty city wall seemed to have been bombarded by some kind of heavy object, leaving huge gaps.

And a team of craftsmen is hurrying to repair it at a high place.

Above the city walls, a somewhat broken Plantagenet banner hung weakly over the fortress.

A cold wind blew, and a thick smell of blood came to his face, and Al's heart sank, and he gently grabbed the horse's belly and ran towards the city.

After showing the token, the army rushed into the city, and at the entrance of the fortress, the usual grinning old Barton looked at Al with a sad face, and there was no longer the relaxed and casual look he had before.

Patting Old Patton on the shoulder, Al didn't say a word, and walked towards the central square of the fortress.

Along the way, everyone was silent.

Treading on the hard road, with the howling of the cold wind in your ears and bright torches illuminating the road ahead, a black statue stands silently in the darkness in the central square.

Looking at the tall statue, Al was silent, quietly walked in front of the statue, put his right hand on his heart, and bowed his head slightly, expressing his respect.

Behind him, everyone in the audience, including Old Patton, knelt on the ground, respectfully bowed their heads held high, and expressed their respect to the black statue.

Five hundred years ago, the ancestor of the family, a gold-level powerhouse, began to decide to build the Western Fortress on this land.

In the case that most of the West Fortress was repaired, the estimated Warcraft siege broke out in advance, and the ancestor of the family at that time relied on all the troops in the territory and a legion of 30,000 people, relying on the construction of most of the fortress, to withstand wave after wave of Warcraft tides.

It's a pity that just as the beast tide was about to end, the two gold-level demonic beasts that had been lurking in the beast tide from the beginning, the "Flame Giant Wolf" and the "Shadow Wolf" ambushed the ancestors.

In the case of one enemy and two enemies, one person alone against two gold-level demonic beasts.

After a long period of fighting, the ancestors were exhausted, their physical strength was exhausted, and their fighting spirit was about to dry up.

In this situation of self-knowledge and invincibility, the ancestors had no choice but to use the secret method, "life explosion", at the cost of their own vitality, forcibly restored to their peak, and even broke through a small level.

As a result, he killed the unprepared gold-level demonic beast, the "Flame Giant Wolf", in one fell swoop, and seriously injured another gold-level demonic beast "Shadow Wolf", so that in the next few hundred years, no gold-level demonic beast came to harass the Western Fortress, leaving a precious respite for the family at that time.

After the tragic death of his ancestors, according to the requirements of his ancestors, the family buried his ancestors in the central square of the West Fortress, which he never forgot and had not yet built.

After that, the family clearly stipulated that the first thing every member of the Plantagenet family should do after arriving at the West Fortress was to come to the central square to pay tribute to this ancestor.

Reaching out to take the gorse handed by Polly, in this solemn atmosphere, Al gently placed the golden, dew-stained gorse in front of the statue, reached out and wiped the smooth tombstone, the poems engraved on the tombstone sparkled in the moonlight.

Don't weep at my grave

I'm not there, I don't sleep.

I am the bitter cold wind that sweeps across the plains outside the city

I am the gentle spring rain that moistens the wheat fields of the wilderness

I am the quiet dawn that permeates the woods outside the fortress.

I am the majestic drum, flying over the clouds of the Plantagenet.

I am the warm stars that adorn the continent at night.

Do not weep at my grave,

I'm not there, I don't sleep.

Standing quietly in front of the tombstone, a broken knight's spear was stuck diagonally next to the tombstone, and the tall statue stood quietly in the central square, silently watching the fortress.

After a long time, Al respectfully withdrew ten paces away, then turned around and left with Old Patton and the others.

......

Behind the fortress, in a large room, the cold wind howled outside, and the inside of the room was as warm as spring.

Al sat down in his chair and took a gentle sip of juice, the fragrant juice warmed his heart, shook his head, and walked out of the solemn atmosphere.

"How's it going? How's the fortress going, what's the beast tide like?" Al asked, a little anxious.

"It's not good, the intensity of the siege of the Demon Beast was beyond our expectations, and on the first day, one-tenth of the armaments and materials were lost, and even the soldiers were nearly a thousand lost."

"A thousand"? Al shouted in some surprise, and then asked Old Patton with some consternation, "On the first day, when the fortress ditch and traps were all there, the city wall was attacked"?

"Al, you misunderstood Old Patton," explained the second-order silver mage Winnie in a low voice, before throwing the corpse of a black giant wolf from his space bag.

"Bang", the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground came from the room, which provoked the guards outside the house to knock on the door and ask.

After sending off the guards outside the door, Old Patton said helplessly:

"Except for a small number of casualties and deaths of our soldiers from the boulder throwing of the mountain giants, the vast majority of them are because of this black giant wolf."

"This first-order black giant wolf is too hidden, very good at ambushing, and it is not easy to detect even during the day. After touching the city wall, a group of soldiers on the city wall was no match for this kind of giant wolf at all, even if it was a first-order professional, it could not be resisted.

In the end, it was only at the cost of a small group of soldiers that they were almost completely wiped out, and with the support of the people on the side, they were barely killed."

frowned, this is not scientific, the wolf is a magical beast, it is all killed with one blow and left, and it is rare to refuse to leave even if it is killed in battle.

With this question in mind, Al crouched down and reached out to look at the black wolf on the ground.

The black bristles like steel needles covered the body, the huge fangs had dark red blood on them, the sharp giant claws emitted cold light, and the whole body was densely covered with knife slashes, arrow wounds, and the fatal wound was the soft abdomen below, which was directly and rudely cut open, and finally led to death.

Seeing the leopard, it can be seen from the dense knife wounds that this giant wolf is not afraid of death, this situation is obviously not in line with the cunning giant wolf, unless, Al's eyes shine with a faint cold light.

This kind of monster equivalent to the first-order elite level rarely appears in nature, and only the wolf king can cultivate it, thinking about the situation of this black giant wolf, Al can't help but think of the "shadow wolf" that was seriously injured by his ancestors five hundred years ago.

Wolves, cunning, ferocious, murderous, especially vindictive.

The lifespan of Warcraft is generally longer than that of humans, for example, if a human gold-level melee can live for 500 years, Warcraft of the same level can usually live for about a thousand years, and some special Warcraft, such as the Deep Sea Giant Turtle, can even live for more than 2,000 years.

"It's okay, it's okay to come, it's a hundred before I leave," Al thought coldly.

Picking up the black giant wolf, his face was silent, and he began to listen to Old Patton's description of the beast tide.

Mountain Giants...... Giant Drum ...... Armaments and materials will not last long according to such consumption!

After listening, Al reached out and took out a pen and paper, and marked these three questions on the snow-white letterhead!

In Old Barton's worried face, Winnie hesitated whether to continue to help, and took out a scroll that exuded a cold aura and was densely covered with golden patterns.