In the darkest hours before dawn, a long-foreseen night battle is taking place on the slopes of the neighboring villages. The few remaining men and horses of the nightingale www.biquge.info Pen, Fun, and Pavilion felt towards the camp where the ballistas were kept, but before the twenty or so people in the group had touched the corners of the ballistas, they heard a whistle.

The shrill whistle reached another camp a hundred meters away, and the already dim campfire in the camp suddenly brightened, and the people who were illuminated by the fire had different expressions - some were worried, others were laughing.

At this moment, Gretel frowned and looked in the direction from which the whistle came, and in the light of the fire, his thin face was full of exhaustion.

"Are they really here to sneak up on the ballistas?" said Gretel to herself. I don't know why, he is faintly uneasy in his heart, and he always feels that some things may be different from what he expected. He turned his gaze to the young men who were being closely watched, and these young men from the nightingale were all in the prescribed place with blank expressions.

Speaking of which, there were dozens of young people who were lured by the "beauty of heaven", but most of them were consumed by Droglisdang as a pathfinding stone, and the only remaining remnant could not be trusted.

Gretel feared that the seemingly honest youths in front of him would cause some surprises when the peregrine falcon was negligent.

What else are you worried about?" Gretel rubbed her forehead and continued to think. Yes, they lost a wizard. Now, it's harder to spot your opponent's movements in the jungle.

How did the Nightingale kill the wizards? Will they have a trick? Will the Nightstalkers come and intervene?"

Gretel knew that it was useless for him to think about these three questions. Drogris was so conceited that he wished that the wizard from Stari was dying, and he insisted that the Nightingale was left unavailable, and that he would surrender the next day. As for the night owl, he suggested that Druglis set up a small group of people to monitor the border, but this suggestion was called back by Drurgis. For now, he can only believe that Zolgris is right. In fact, there was only one question he really cared about - when would Drogris let him see his children.

"I'm not trapped here for the madman behind me and the 'paradise' he keeps talking about, I'm just for the kids!" Gretel thought.

"Gretel. ”

A cold call sent Gretel to turn around, only to see Drogris sitting on a stake with his legs folded and smiling at him. But the smile only moved to the corners of his mouth, and there was no emotion in Drogris's eyes, so the smile looked extremely fake.

"Am I right? They're going to touch those devices when they're most tired, we're burning. So next, you know what to do, right?"

"It's time for us to destroy the last bit of luck that gang had. Gretel replied with a sigh.

"I immediately led a group of people to block the escape of the 'rats'. But Droglis, can I meet with them when this is over?"

"This one can be considered. Drogris replied with a smirk.

On the other side, Hawke and the others were lying in ambush in the shadows. Their mission was to see the right time to besiege the peregrine falcon's additional men. In order to avoid being illuminated by the campfire, the group of dozens of people had to lie down among the dewy grass and trees. As you can imagine, the cold, damp ground was a test of will, and the whistle from the camp made everyone's hearts rise to their throats - the final waiting time was so unbearable.

"Damn, does he really like Silres?"

Hawke glared fiercely at Wall, who was just a stone's throw away from him. At this moment, the man who said he was going to marry her sister was looking intently ahead, and he looked quite reliable. But who would have thought that this guy would actually stand on Sirris's side at a critical moment, and said that it would be most suitable for her to lead someone to feint on the ballista. Didn't he know that women were not suitable for night fighting, and that at night the bow and arrow were inaccurate, and only hand-to-hand combat was fast and deadly. Is it appropriate to ask a woman to fight a man with a knife?

"Hell, why is she the only one who can boost morale?" Hawke muttered under his breath.

He didn't think that Wall would react to this sentence, but he didn't expect the sometimes slippery and sometimes reliable guy next to him to say without looking back: "Boosting morale is only one aspect, in fact, I always feel that something is wrong, and Lirezzi seems to be deliberately hiding something...... It's better to put your sister under my nose to feel at ease. ”

This sentence left Hawke in confusion for a moment. Wasn't it all foolproof that we had discussed it before? How could there be anything wrong? Before he could think deeply, Wall suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Get ready!"

The sound of "preparation" soon reached the ears of Diledo and Implins, who involuntarily held their breath only to hear the sound of blades striking and arrows off the string in the distance, and in a few moments they heard the sound of hurried footsteps coming from both directions. There was no doubt that on one side it must be Silreth and the group chasing him, and on the other side it must have been the guy sent by the Peregrine Falcon to surround them.

"It's finally time to get real!" said Implens.

Diledo heard the trills in his words and couldn't help but exhale.

"Oh, yes, a real battle, an inescapable reality...... Diredo thought ironically. He suddenly felt a pang of disgust, and if he could, he would jump out and shout at everyone - the truth and the so-called reality in your mouth are nothing but pedantic successes and defeats, but there is no happy ending where everyone shakes hands and makes peace!

Why don't we think about the fact that we are all in the same family?

Well, now is not the time, not the time...... Damn it's not time!

In the blink of an eye, the figures of Hill Ruith and the others had appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and they seemed to be desperately trying to get rid of the pursuers, but they didn't expect to run head-on into the enemy who came over from the bag. At this time, if the dozens of people in ambush in the forest were just spectators, then this play must be the urn that Druglis expected to catch turtles. It's a pity they weren't.

As the peregrine falcon swooped at Silreth and the others, Wall blew the whistle to the crowd. He took the lead in rushing forward, and the peregrine falcon that had been holding the nightingale was suddenly overwhelmed by the nightingale and the night owl's men, and the group that was originally the prey suddenly turned into hunters, and while this white-knuckle battle was going on, Ora, who was taking care of Lirizi, was on behalf of Cross, suddenly heard the wizard call her name.

"It's not safe to leave the village. Lirizzi said suddenly.