Fort Riptide, the capital of the first kingdom in human history.

Located in the southwest of the Arathi Highlands, it has undergone several large-scale constructions, leveling a huge mountain range and building a huge city on top of it, which is historically famous as the Wall of Soladin.

Before the founding of Lordaeron's capital, Rapids was the most prosperous city in the human kingdom, but now it is like a dying old woman, nearly crumbling in her last years.

Unlike Lordaeron, who was destroyed by the undead scourge, Riptide Castle still stands, but it gives the impression that life has come to an end and is about to die.

This is the truest thoughts and feelings in the heart of Yang Long, who was standing in place, squinting at dozens of meters away, and the city wall had completely collapsed.

In particular, the two of them have now arrived under the city gate, and within a few kilometers of the front and back, no other human beings have been found, and the whole city is also dead silent, like an ancient city that has been barren for thousands of years

"It's a pity, is this the birthplace of human history?" Yang Long couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, and Macriel on the side couldn't help but burst into tears.

After a short pause to calm the turmoil in their hearts, the three of them continued onward into the city, and began to delve into the perilous capital of a great kingdom.

According to Macriel, it is currently occupied by rebels and mixed with ogres, and the trio are still in a corner of the city a few kilometers away, guarded by Prince Garin Torbain.

Perhaps because of a detailed discussion with Macriel, after entering this city. This native-born female warrior, while taking the initiative to lead the way in front, whispered to Yang Long to introduce the bricks and tiles here, looking very enthusiastic and sincere.

For Yang Long, who originally needed to obtain useful information, he naturally did not say anything to stop Macriel's chatter, and while listening silently, he occasionally asked some questions, and soon inquired about the general situation of the fallen area.

The scorching sun hung diagonally in the air. The trio walked along the edges of wide streets. Running cautiously but quickly, two hours passed before I knew it.

As the sun was about to set over the horizon, the trio finally entered the Stormgard royal house, holding on to the periphery of the occupied safe zone. As Macriel recounts. There are already mobile sentinels here.

"Stop!" The three of them continued walking for less than five minutes when a rough male voice suddenly sounded somewhere behind the road.

"I'm the twenty-third squad under the Third Legion. Captain Macriel. The female warrior reported her identity, then thought for a moment and added, "Bieber, are you on duty?"

No one answered, as if the person who spoke before was completely non-existent.

Macriel did not urge, but waited quietly in place, while whispering Yang Long to wait patiently.

Through perceiving Yang Long, more than thirty meters in front of the left side of the two, there was a third-order high-level professional hiding.

But since he saw a genuine look of relaxation on Macriel's face, he pretended not to know anything.

Xue Ni, who did not receive Yang Long's instructions, also stood aside obediently, silent with a cold face.

It wasn't until five or six minutes had passed that the hidden professional finally showed his figure, put away the dagger in his hand, walked out of the shadow, and walked straight towards Yang Long and the three of them, who were thieves.

The thief was about twenty-five or sixteen years old, dressed in leather armor, leather trousers, leather boots, and leather gloves, and his head was wrapped in a dark cloth, revealing only two eyeballs.

After cautiously observing for a few seconds and making sure that Macriel was normal, the young man named Bieber walked up quickly and gave Macriel a warrior's hug.

"Makriel! you're not God, it's really good that you're okay!" Bieber's voice trembled, and he said with great joy.

After taking a few deep breaths and adjusting the excitement in his heart, Bieber glanced at Xueni with a cold face, and focused his eyes on Yang Long: "Who is this gentleman?"

Macriel was also a little sad, thinking of the many team members who had died, he forgot to introduce Yang Long for a while, and hurriedly said when he heard Bieber's inquiry: "Thanks to Mr. Grofe, if he hadn't killed more than a dozen fourth-order ogres, you wouldn't have seen me!." ”

"What?!More than a dozen ogres?" Bieber's pupils shrank suddenly, he looked at Yang Long in shock, and confirmed in disbelief: "Macriel, are you not mistaken?Is it really a fourth-order adult ogre?!"

"Of course you read that right! Bieber, Mr. Grovefi, is a battle mage. Macriel danced with his eyebrows and danced with his hands: "Just one magic caused six or seven ogres to be killed and wounded!"

When it comes to Yang Long. The sadness on Macriel's pretty face disappeared, and it was replaced by an adoring smile, if she hadn't promised to keep it a secret for Yang Long, she even wanted to tell all about Yang Long's ability to carry the holy light.

The battle mage's statement was naturally what Yang Long told Macriel, for him, qi and perception are the things that need to be hidden the most, and although the energy of holy light is precious, it is not a bad thing to be exposed.

However, Macriel actually kept the agreement and did not tell the news of the holy light without paying attention, which made Yang Long have a slight impression of this girl again.

"Battle Mage?!" Bieber looked at Yang Long again, the shock on his face was even thicker, a trace of inexplicable meaning flashed in his eyes, and after hesitating for a moment, Bieber suddenly nodded to Macriel and said, "Be careful"

Without waiting for Macriel to react, Bieber spilled a handful of phosphorescent powder and quickly disappeared from the sight of the three.

"Be careful, Bieber, what are you talking about?!" Macriel was stunned for a moment, then shouted into the dark shadow, but received no response.

After learning that he was a battle mage, the trace of strangeness that flashed in Bieber's eyes did not escape Yang Long's observation, and when he contacted this young man, Yang Long felt that the development of things had become a little complicated.

However, since he had already arrived here, Yang Long would not retreat because of this, and gestured to Xue Ni without a trace, and after letting her enter the state of combat readiness, Yang Long patted Macriel's shoulder.

"Let's go!" Yang Long said lightly, ignoring the thieves who had returned to his position, and took the lead in walking towards the depths of the safe area, and Xue Ni naturally followed Yang Long, and also walked quickly.

"Bieber?!" Macriel shouted again, and after waiting for a few seconds, he gave up the idea of asking questions clearly, and quickly followed the footsteps of Yang Long and the others.

The next journey was not long, but after walking more than 1,000 meters away, after passing through three guard towers and city walls, Yang Long and the three of them finally entered the safe zone, relying on the civilian gathering area for the survival of the royal family, and saw the people of the Stormgard Kingdom who came and went and struggled to survive.

This area is about three kilometers in circumference, and one side is less than 30 square meters, and houses made of stone and decaying wood planks are neatly arranged on both sides of the passage.

Some bare-bottomed children were playing in the open space between the houses, while others, a little older, were practicing their martial arts in pairs and twos with stone sticks sharpened into the shape of swords.

From the moment he entered this living area, until he was about to pass here, Yang Long did not see a few, most of the residents who looked more than thirty years old, most of them were children under the age of ten, and teenagers of fifteen or sixteen years old were rare.

"Strange, isn't it?" Macriel asked Yang Long with a chuckle as he took out some cracked bread from his pocket and handed it out to the children gathered around him.

At this time, Macriel's killing aura on his body was all restricted, if it weren't for the shield on his back and the long sword on his waist, the whole person would be like a standard peasant woman.

From the current situation here, it can be seen very clearly what kind of dangerous situation the kingdom of Stormgard has reached, and it is not a sensational empty word to say that it may perish at any time.

Those on the periphery of Lordaeron, the deformed refugee circle is not mentioned for the time being, when passing through the City of Cold Winds, Yang Long has also seen the appearance of the refugee camp, but even if it is threatened by the undead plague, there are still many middle-aged and elderly people in the refugee camp.

And most of the people living here are children, all of them are children who have no strength, not even young people who have just reached adulthood at the age of seventeen or eighteen, and their childishness has not completely been taken off.

This shows that the kingdom of Stormgard no longer has too much reserve army, and it can only let the people who still have some strength be transferred to the battlefield.

Even Macriel, who is the captain, a fifth-order guardian warrior with great potential, only has inferior bread to eat, not to mention these children, who are growing their bodies, and they definitely eat no less than adults.

However, the royal family did not have much food to use to make these children fully grow, and the daily food could only barely ensure that they were not prepared to starve to death, and the palm-sized bread that Macriel took out was snatched up by the hungry children in less than ten seconds.

"It's no wonder, it's not easy for you. With a soft sigh, Yang Long took out a piece of stool-sized jing dry food from the space ring, divided it into several pieces, and handed it to the children's hands.

This kind of behavior made Macriel, who grew up here, have crystal tears in his eyes, and this strong female warrior was completely moved by Yang Long at this moment.

"You're a good man, Mr. Grovefe. Macriel looked at Yang Long's face deeply and bowed solemnly.