"The messenger is coming!"

"The messenger is coming!" shouted to a man in a black robe on a lean horse as he ran around a man in a black robe on a thin horse.

"Ahh Do you hear me? Do you hear me? The messenger is coming! Quick, take me to the entrance of the village!" they all said that the blind man's ears were very sensitive, and sure enough, an old woman who had been waiting for her blind while holding the door tightly to the door of the house, after hearing the shouts of the children outside, hurriedly called her relatives in the courtyard to take her to the entrance of the village.

"Bell, bell, bell!" Not long after, the iron bell at the entrance of the village was rung to summon the villagers. It is better to say that it is an iron bell than a deformed piece of iron.

The black-robed messenger saw the growing crowd and jumped off his horse. After tying the horse to a nearby stake, the messenger quickly pulled out a stack of letters from the burlap pocket on the side of the horse.

The villagers saw the messenger and took out the long-awaited letter from the big guy. Everyone couldn't help but take a few steps forward, narrowing the already small circle even more!

The letter in the messenger's hand at this moment, in this ancient world, is the only way to communicate with relatives who are far away. At this time, they are not just a few pieces of paper, but a kind of sustenance, an invisible thought and love!

"Chris's letter!" the messenger read aloud after glancing at the crowd and then at the envelope.

"I'm Chris's daughter-in-law, I am, I am, give it to me, give it to me!" a young woman took the long-awaited letter with her withered hands. After holding the letter, she couldn't wait to step aside and open it in front of Chris's parents.

When the family saw the familiar font, they all hugged each other and cried.

"Father, Chris is concerned about your two elders' bodies in the letter!" Chris's wife wiped a few handfuls of tears, then firmly picked up the letter and glanced at her parents beside her.

At this time, at the entrance of the village, many people watched this scene. Everyone was moved by this scene!

"Letter from the Kuka family!" the messenger continued to read the second envelope!

"I'm Kuka's mother, give it to me, give it to me. "An elderly woman, who is blind in both eyes, walks out of the crowd with the help of a group of children.

"Good grandson, read it to grandma..."After the old woman took the letter, she trembled and waved her hand to find her good grandson who could read.

"Old blacksmith, your son's letter!" the messenger did not call out his name this time, but directly called out to the old blacksmith Alan to take the letter that his son had written to him.

The old blacksmith's half-naked upper body and copper-colored muscles make people look sideways. After squeezing through the crowd, he carefully took the letter, this is not an iron piece The old blacksmith was afraid that he would break the long-awaited letter if he used his strength.

However, after this letter, the messenger did not call any more names.

"Now, announce the list of the dead!" After the messenger finished sending the letter, he didn't dare to look at the expectant eyes of the villagers, and lowered his head to open a death report sent back from the front.

"Ahh A whole month of anticipation, why not have a letter from my own home. At this time, some of them sat on the ground and wept. There are those who can't stand the blow and are supported by their relatives after fainting.

Although the messenger had not yet pronounced his name, everyone's psychological defenses were no longer bearable.

"Aldrich!"

"Murphy!"

"Adri!"

Every time the messenger said a name, a family howled in despair. There are white-haired people sending black-haired people, which is the most unacceptable thing in any era. There was a family wife with several children, waiting for her husband's letter. But what they were waiting for was not a triumphant return, but the bad news of their deaths! The sky was falling, and this was what they were about to face. In the past, she was also a person, working and living with her children, but no matter how hard and tired she was, they had an expectation in their hearts. But when that only hope is gone, who knows if they will fall.

When the messenger saw the next name, he was stunned for a moment!

"Chris is actually on the death list. "The Messenger has been experienced with this kind of thing, but when he encounters it again, he still doesn't know how to speak. While he was alive, Chris wrote letters home that would be kept with the clerk of the army. On a fixed day every month, the letters will be sent back to various cities in China with the logistics troops, and finally sent back to the villages and towns at the next level by the cities, and finally to the homes of each soldier. Maybe Chris's letter was not sent out when he died in a battle!

Chris's family looked at the messenger with wide eyes in disbelief and roared, "Aren't we reading his letter?" Chris's family can't accept it, I'm afraid few people can stand such a change from heaven to hell in an instant.

In desperation, Chris's daughter-in-law seemed to have a little dilated eyes, and the whole person kept saying in a crazy way: "Am I not reading his letter? He's still alive, he's still alive, he's really alive! He's just written to say he's still alive!"

The villagers have to go through such a life and death process once a month. Everyone is no longer surprised! Chris's family slowly went back with her in their arms. The bleak back still made the villagers' hearts tingle for a while!

"Hey..."The blacksmith sighed helplessly as he looked at Chris's family who had left.

"Now for the king's proclamation!" the messenger opened the last letter in his hand, opened the paper inside, and spread it flat on the notice board behind him.

"Ahh Conscription!" After the villagers gathered around, they were stunned when they saw that it was a conscription.

"The Orc Coalition has returned with a slaughter and death! They are now wandering outside the Great Wall defenses in the north. Orcs, trolls, and even more murderous and bloodthirsty ogres. Their army of hundreds of thousands has been assembled, ready to attack and cross the Great Wall defenses. Humans, dwarves, can no longer suffer a bloodbath. This time, the Seven Human Kingdoms and the Three-Hammer Dwarven Council have once again taken up arms and fought side by side! We need more warriors to join! We promise the world that we will fight to the last drop of blood, never give up, never retreat, never give up!" The proclamation is very short, but every line reveals the line of life and death.

The villagers were silent, and the older ones might remember the last time the orcs crossed the Great Wall's defenses. More than half of human civilization has fallen, how many wives have been separated, and how many families have been destroyed! Even their remote inland village, far from the Great Wall, has been slaughtered! Legend has it that the blacksmith's father died at the hands of the wolf cavalry of the orcs.

While the villagers were silent and planning their own plans.

Storm City in the Human Kingdom of Stormfjords is holding a meeting of the highest level of human civilization at this time. The kings of the seven human kingdoms and the three leaders of the dwarves met in a roundtable to discuss the current situation.

"News has come from the Ranger forces outside the Great Wall that the orcs are no longer the barbarian troops they were decades ago. They are now well equipped, even slightly better than ours and dwarves. When did the orcs become so metallurgically powerful? Their swords and shields were made of steel. This is a far cry from the orc army that was equipped with inferior iron tools before!" Kento, one of the human kings, said puzzled.

"Don't say it's inferior iron. Even with broken copper and iron, many of their orc warriors would struggle to allocate sufficient numbers. Many orcs can only fight with stakes and sticks! It is difficult for orcs to get help from the elves? otherwise, how could orcs, trolls, and ogres improve their metallurgical abilities so quickly?" King Ryan asked suspiciously, tapping lightly on the table.

Seeing that everyone is talking about orc equipment, some people don't care about it. This is already a fact, and it is no longer important to discuss who gave them metallurgical capabilities. The most important thing now is how to keep the orc coalition out of the Great Wall's defenses. As soon as this well-equipped orc army enters the customs, everyone can't afford the consequences.

"Now is not the time to talk about this, it doesn't matter where the orcs get their weapons from. Our first task now is to elect a generalissimo for this campaign. All previous wars have shown that although the orc warriors have an advantage over us in individual strength, the greatest advantage of us humans is command and dispatch. Several battles were fought by the orcs after they had finished charging, and they were all divided and surrounded by us. This time, we have to decide on the generalissimo as early as possible. All military orders must come from one person, and there should be no more chaos on the battlefield because of multiple orders!" said a young king looking at the crowd with a little dissatisfaction. When are these old guys, or those facts that can't be changed. Not to mention the elves, even if there are human beings who collaborate with the enemy, it will be too late. The investigation can only be carried out after the war is over.

"We, the Three Dwarven Councils, have agreed to hand over command, but this time we can only send 10,000 Dwarven warriors. "The dwarves had just gone through a civil war, and at this time they had just signed an armistice within themselves. It's already rare to be able to send soldiers into battle in this war!

When he heard the dwarves report that they could only send 10,000 troops, someone snorted coldly to express his dissatisfaction: "Hmph, every time the orcs invade, it is a large-scale interracial alliance. But look at us human beings, perennial attrition. In addition to fighting with the orcs, it is always your own people who fight your own people. "The man who spoke was not afraid to offend all the kings present, because he had this arrogant strength. Because he is the king of the Stormfjords, known as the 'Magic City', Terenus!

In Stormfjord, there is a millennium-old magic academy, the first and greatest magic academy in the entire human civilization.

Thousands of years ago, when humanity was still a tribal civilization. At that time, the orc world was in full swing. The orcs spread everywhere, even threatening the survival of the most powerful elven kingdom on the planet for a time. In order to eliminate the threat, the Elven Queen is forced to choose to go to war with the Orcs!

It is conceivable how the orcs, who were backward in civilization at that time, could be the opponent of the powerful civilization elves. At that time, the orcs relied on their own strength and crowd tactics. At that time, the elven kingdom already had well-trained warriors, assassins, archers, forest cavalry, eagle flying troops, and even powerful magical troops that the orcs did not have.

It took less than a year to go from being overwhelmed to being defeated. In order to salvage the defeat, the orcs contacted two of the elves' other old enemies, trolls and ogres! They don't know where they learned dark magic. Slowly, after getting used to the elves' tactics and their own strength, the orcs began to counterattack!

When the orc alliance pushed the battle line to the Elven Holy Mountain, the elves, who were in danger of extinction, also began to look for allies. Eventually, the Elven Elders, on the Queen's orders, began to look for allies who could join forces against the Orcs. They soon found the humans who were still in the midst of tribal warfare.

While relying on advantageous terrain to block and defend in the forests around the sacred mountain, the elven army is also defusing the contradictions of the human race, so that seven of the relatively large tribal kingdoms have reached an armistice.

Since ancient times, it has been believed that the greatest greed of human beings is power. When humanity first saw the power of magic. The Human Alliance offers to send reinforcements, but they must be exchanged for learning magic.

In order to understand the urgent need, the elven queen agreed to the request of the humans. But for magic professors, elves only selectively teach some low-to-mid-level magic skills. However, it is precisely because of this concealment that it lays the groundwork for the future break between humans and elves.