When the last rays of sunlight fell, there was no longer a trace of wind on the wild plateau, and the scorching breath left by the scorching sun in the day still climbed on the top of the dangerous peaks and cliffs, making the majestic city in the darkness look like a wilted and tired beast.

But in fact, neither the defenders on the city walls nor the beast lairs on the cliffs let go of the darkness in any way, and the low roars were sent to the walls by the flowing darkness, and then trampled under the feet of the patrolling barbarian warriors.

It was already the tenth batch, and none of the scouts sent to Tatalia to inquire about the news had returned, which attracted the attention of York, the general of the Beit League.

Strictly speaking, he was only half a barbarian, and the other half of his bloodline came from some god of Bracada, which was also the mark of shame in his life.

Born in Bracada, York was an illegitimate child, and his mother was the most despicable slave of all, because of a drunken violence by the god lord who made him exist, but the fate of the poor mother did not improve in any way, but only became more miserable.

Because the blood of the gods and monsters is extremely difficult to continue, the lord acquiesced to York's existence, but in order to erase his own stain, he ordered the execution of the child's mother as soon as York was born, because his union with slaves made him reprimanded in the upper class.

York received the most orthodox warlock education from an early age, but strangely enough, he did not awaken any warlock or monster bloodline until he was seven years old, which made his father very annoyed that he had raised a waste, and since then he has been snubbing him.

And when York grows up and finally learns the truth from a faithful old slave, he vows to avenge his mother.

And then, unsurprisingly, he failed, how could a young child be the opponent of a god and monster who had lived for hundreds of years?

His assassination completely angered the Father of the Gods, but just when he thought he was certain to die, a magnificent blue light suddenly fell from the sky and carried him to the snowy field below the wall.

Before that blue light disappeared, a voice sounded in his heart: "Go and seek courage and strength, and wait for the one who will lead him to clean up his hatred and save him from the pillar of shame." ”

Following this guideline, York began a career of wandering that lasted for more than a decade.

He had traveled to Tartaglia and the Valley of Death, and the northernmost forests of Eri and Turalone were covered with his footprints, and finally formed a friendship with the Cyclops in York, the Giant's territory in the northeast.

They taught him how to fight like a warrior instead of relying on the magic that had always hated him.

The five years of his life in the Giant's Territory were the most important experience in York's life, and as he became stronger, he also gained a strategic force that would lay the foundation for his future - the Elders of the Giants promised that if he encountered insurmountable difficulties in the future, he could return there for help, and the Cyclops Territory would always open its doors for him.

After leaving the Giant's Territory, York met the barbarian hero Tanan, and based on his intuition, he immediately concluded that this was the man who the oracle had been waiting for, so he did not hesitate to join the army that rebelled against the wizard king, and with his excellent personal ability, he quickly climbed to the position of general.

Just by handing over the most important rear to him when the war is going on, you can also know Tanan's appreciation and trust in him.

Tataglia's upheaval, York, was almost immediately aware of the news, and he paid special attention to it.

In the past two months, he had sent scout cavalry to the desert border several times, and had many encounters with the small force of cavalry sent by Mlak, but there had been no news of those sent out since seven days ago.

Based on this, York judged that Tartaglia's enemies had already begun to move, and perhaps even entered the wild plateau, and while he vigorously strengthened the city's defenses, he sent people north to report to the leader, of course, this was only a routine report.

With almost all of the 30,000 defenders in the Beit League now in combat readiness, including the newly trained Ghost Behemoth, York has reason to believe that if the enemy dares to invade the Beit League, his next briefing to the leader will be a success.

The attack came as he expected, but he didn't expect the first wave of attacks to come from the air.

As the night deepened, a dark cloud thicker than the night sky suddenly drifted over the side of the wild plateau near Tartagalia.

The cloud was silent and so fast that it was only when they flew so close that the defenders could see that it was a flock of strange birds that they had never seen before.

The beaks of the ferocious birds were bound by a round iron hoop, which prevented them from making any noisy sounds when they flew, and only when they were close could they judge the terrible number of wings flapping into the air.

And when he vaguely saw that the fierce birds seemed to have a figure on their backs, the defending sergeant finally realized what had happened to him.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The warrior next to the giant gong shouted hysterically, and then began to frantically beat the giant gong in front of him with a hammer.

"Bell, bell, bell!" The cacophony of gold and iron soon spread throughout the city walls, and then a low trumpet sounded from all over the city's barracks as if in response, and the whole city began to roar like a beast disturbed by a sweet dream.

The dark clouds that flew towards the walls of the Beit League did not heed the shouts of the defenders below, but instead increased the speed of their flight, and the height they occupied made the soldiers on the city helpless.

Just as there was a sharp cry from the cliff in the northwest, countless black shadows rose into the sky, and a large black spot burning with sparks fell from the dark cloud like rain.

After the fire was cast, the dark cloud did not stop and flew up and towards the road where it came, but behind them it was as if a hell gate had opened, and almost half of the city near the east gate was drowned out by the sound of violent explosions and fire.

"What the hell are those things!?"

Yorke appeared in front of the railing of the Parliament Hall with a sinking face, and he had been waiting for almost all days when the war was approaching, but he had just heard the war alarm rush out, and what he saw was a raging sea of fire.

Although the East Gate is still a long way from the Congress Hall, it is dangerous to let the fire spread to the entire wall.

And judging from the violent shaking under his feet, the explosion just now was not just a fire, that area happened to be stationed in the most elite wolf cavalry of the Beit League, and I don't know how many compatriots were killed under this indiscriminate bombardment.

"Let the Thunderbird rise into the air to pursue, transfer the defenders of the West City to rush to the east city to control the fire in the inner city, and call the battle mage to go up the city wall with me!"

Without waiting for the captain next to him to answer, York gave several orders in a row, at this time it didn't matter who the enemy was, the gentle veil of the night had been torn off, and the next thing was just a vicious fight to the death.

Before that, he had to grasp the number of the enemy's troops and their combat power in order to better formulate the next battle plan.

However, before he could take a step towards the east city wall, a strong burst of fire rose from the distant east city gate, followed by a violent roar and tremor like just now.

Although it is not as powerful as the bombing just now, it is much more violent in frequency and coherence than just now.

"Execute the order!"

After speaking, York no longer waited for the captain behind him, and jumped off the high platform dozens of meters with a fierce spirit, and then jumped towards the east city wall like a sharp arrow.

Behind him, the horn representing the battle command blew violently, low or long, rapid or short, and countless shadows began to rush out of the barracks and quickly converge towards the attacked Dongcheng District.

When York finally stood in front of the notch of the female wall with a calm face, nearly a hundred battle mages followed his steps to the city wall, and after hundreds of huge illuminated light balls rose into the air, he finally saw the enemy under the city.

But when he saw the windless and automatic purple-black dragon flag under the city, suddenly an inexplicable sense of closeness enveloped his heart.

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