Morwritte shook her head, took out a pen and paper, and wrote down the time of Redbeard's attack on the Valley of the Dead and the plan of attack made by Master Salit Larson. Everyone was immersed in joy, but inside the Maple Fortress and Moonstone Fortress outside White Rock Town, the warriors didn't know the news yet. The Grey Dwarf had spent time in the Maple Fortress, and he knew best that in an isolated fortress, the cold, hunger, and the fear of death were not the most terrible, and that the lack of hope was the real despair. At this time, the news that the adventurers of White Rock Town have launched a counterattack will be the best consolation for the warriors inside the fortress.

Morgridle rolled the note into a cylinder, tied it to Materazzi's legs, and threw Materazzi into the night sky outside the window.

The white crow flapped its wings and skimmed over Whitestone, it flew across the plaza, over the stone bridge, over the heads of the undead skeletons, and landed inside the Moonstone Fortress.

"Angela, your letter, Angela, your letter!" Materazzi flapped his white wings and glided between the igloos inside the Moonstone Fortress.

The elf from the Misty Forest put an aura of agility on his body, like a gust of wind sweeping through the igloo. I saw that she stretched out her hand and gently grabbed the white crow, revealing a tiredness that could not be concealed between her expressions. But after a few days, the weak and delicate face became resolute. Under the siege of the army of undead skeletons, leading a team of adventurers to support the safety of the Moonstone Fortress, Angela has grown extremely fast during this period of time. The cooldowns of the God of War, Wind Force, and Guardian Shield have been cut in half compared to before. With the help of healing, Angela has gradually grown into a qualified core of a five-person adventurer squad.

"Is there any good news for Mowglitte?" said Angela, taking the letter from Materazzi's feet. At special moments, the Raven also often makes a cameo role as a courier. Ever since Mowglitte was promoted to a Silver Warrior, Materazzi had been in an unstable state, often groggy, and many times the Grey Dwarves had left him resting in the Enchanted Forest.

Materazzi didn't speak, it jumped out of Angela's hand, then stopped on her shoulder, and gently touched Angela's ear with its beak.

"Well, there's a reward for you!" Angela pushed Materazzi aside and focused on the letter. The dim light of the fire danced endlessly, and the handwriting on the tiny strips of paper was blurred. Angela put the note to the edge of the fire and read it carefully, and laughed out loud when she looked at it.

"Alright, the time for the counterattack is coming!" Angela couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Is it, are you going to start a counterattack?" Miki leaned over, his huge eyes blinking, anyway, he didn't care about the situation of the undead skeleton army, after this period of time, those skeleton shelves had no way to take the moonstone fortress completely. Nicholas followed Mowglitte back to Whitestone, but the goblins stayed. He has been assisting Angela in guarding the Moonstone Fortress.

"Yes, our good days are coming. Angela stood up and said to the tired warriors, "Cheer up, we'll be home soon!"

"Shhh

"Have you been a little too careful?" said one of the adventurers, happily retorting.

"No, it's not careful, I think it's the right thing to do, but Mowglitte said that he also met a skeleton that could escape, and listen to him, the guy who could run away was a big man among the undead skeletons. Goblin Miki blinked like a flaunt, in these days in the fortress, they have almost become friends with each other, and Goblin Miki has such an expression every time he talks about his proud experiences, you see, that's what I mean.

"A deserter on the battlefield, he will definitely live longer than other undead skeletons. Maybe he's already the commander of the Undead Skeleton. In White Rock, the cautious adventurers will live much longer. Miki's big eyes blinked rhythmically, "The one in Frost-Free City who got the oldest!"

"You're talking about Yu Lian, the Great Sage Yu Lian!" said a warrior poking his head out of the igloo and yawning.

"Yes, that's him, but according to our goblins, this goblin lord had a bad nickname when he was younger, and you may not have heard of it. But this nickname is widely spread among goblins!" Goblin Miki said proudly.

"I heard that Lord Yu Lian lived for more than a thousand years. Really?"

"It's over thirteen hundred years old, and he's almost an antique in Frost-Free City!" someone replied.

"Do you know what Lord Yulian's nickname was when he was young?" a voice said, and everyone turned their eyes to Mr. Goblin, who was proud of himself by the campfire.

"Of course, of course I know, all the goblin gentlemen know about it," Miki's face showed a sneering expression, "Coward Yu Lian, this is the nickname of the Goblin Sage, think about it, so many strong people in Frost Free City are gone, only this coward Yu Lian is still alive." So we can't take the cowards of the undead skeleton lightly, at least a long-lived old guy is not so easy to deal with. ”

Angela nodded, and she re-rolled the letter and wrapped it around Materazzi's leg. Then the frozen veal was pulled out, melted on the fire, cut into thin strips with a knife, and fed to the white crows.

Materazzi has a great appetite, and the gray dwarf has not had the heart to take care of his pets lately, and Mateazzi has not eaten meat seriously for a long time. It devoured a large bundle of veal.

"Alright, no," Angela spread her hands, "go ahead, send the letter to the Maple Fortress, tell them the news, and if you complete the mission, there will be a reward for coming back here." The elf lifted Materazzi into the air, then let go of his hand, and the white raven flapped its wings and disappeared into the darkness of the night over the walls of the Moonstone Fortress.

"Warriors, cheer up. We're going to be ready for battle. Angela said to her companion.

The people of the Moonstone Fortress are busy again. The weapon was drawn and carefully polished on the whetstone, and the horse's paw was carefully examined, and the battle was coming.