The monsoon breeze of Moulton was filled with the warm and humid smell of spring, as if brushed by the cane of the goddess of spring, and the snow spread on the plains began to melt slowly, revealing the jagged earth like the moss that had been gnawed by the reindeer. The ground dotted with yellow-brown dead grass had been turned into muddy swamps by snow, but the stream, which was as soft as white satin, still flowed eastward, meandering between the land of the Principality of Morton and the Pamir ice field.

The walking Quaid only had to cross the river north to reach the foot of the Sauron Mountains, but now the warriors were not hiding from the approaching enemy. Because as soon as they entered the fortress of Harusa, the Morton Rangers had to return in front of the fortified walls of the Cheers.

The quick-walking horse carrying the wounded man, with all four hooves, made his way with the Quaid through the muddy earth with a few new yellow-green bushes. The wide view of the plains made it easy for the Quaid warriors to find the shortest way to the west, compared to the pebble beaches of the crooked river, which were not only far away but also slowed down the speed of their troops.

The iron soles of Moulton's hoplite boots on his feet stomped through the muddy water, and Riga walked in front with the ball in his sword and weight. Sir Lenny's beautiful and delicate sword hung from his swordbelt, and the silver hilt glittered in the last rays of the scorching sun Esther. The razor-sharp and sturdy blade of cold iron had made the hunter love the weapon, but now he was more familiar with the heavy, powerful double-edged battle axe.

"Sharp weapons. Garr, who was already envious, spoke beside him, smacking his lips longingly. "Even steel coins made of stainless steel can be easily split. ”

"Then it's yours. The Quid threw the sword at him without healing. "Hilrag bless, hoping that its name will strike fear into the hearts of its enemies. ”

Gar immediately took the sword excitedly, then pulled it out and swung it a few times with the cacophony of steel. The blade with white frost streaks easily sliced through the air, making a whistling and popping sound that filled the eyes of the other warriors with envy and jealousy.

Slowly climbing up the hill, Riga let out a cloudy breath from his mouth as he uncovered his cloak, letting the beard on his chin dance gently in the warm breeze. "The Fury is on top! I finally see the fortress. ”

What appeared in the eyes of the Quaid was a small castle made of cyan stones. Viewed down the hillside, the fortress is narrow and low. "A gnome fortress?" Gal muttered vaguely. "It looks so small. ”

"A weapon is only as good as its blade, not on how beautifully it is decorated with handles and scabbards. Riga said, pointing to the castle's towering walls and towers. "It's easy to defend and difficult to attack, and it's hard to break through without enough troops. And the rudimentary stone bridge in front of its west gate ensured Cheerst reinforcements across the river. ”

"Maybe. Garr scratched his head indifferently, and walked down the hill in small steps. "Let's hurry up now, we will cross the river before we can reach the safe place. ”

As soon as the strong warrior finished speaking, a low sound of horses' hooves could be heard in the distance. As if the grass had been spread out by a farmer, the Molton Rangers, dressed in long green coats, finally caught up.

"God bless Moulton!" the baron drew his sword from the scabbard that hung from the outside of his leg, and struck it hard against his flat helmet. The crisp and loud crashing sound made the Rangers notice their commander.

"Rangers!" shouted the strong, powerful warrior with his weapon raised.

"Be a vanguard!" responded to him with the loud and neat roars of the cavalry. Although the warriors were a little tired from the journey, the Moulton still shouted their own slogans, clamping the horse's belly and stabbing the spikes at the base of their boots into the horse's rump, allowing the mount to burst into greater speed.

"Let's go. Unlike the Molton who shouted feverishly, Riga squeezed out of his chest with absolute sobriety and calmness. "Enter the castle! The Morton people will not go to war with Cheerster. The quick-paced horse, which had pulled the wounded, immediately trotted up, its hooves beating rhythmically on the thawing earth. Several warriors rushed to the castle with the wounded, while the rest gathered around the hunters, running towards the castle as they kept their eyes on their surroundings.

The castle looked like it was close at hand, but it wasn't until he ran across the plains that Quaid realized how far the road was. The place where they could easily see was more than a mile away.

The sound of horses' hooves behind them was getting closer, and unlike the neighing of the quick-paced horses, the Rangers were silent—they were waiting for the moment to erupt. Because of this, all the Quaid could feel was a tremor from the earth. As if someone was beating the drums of war with all his might, Rigga's heart beating to the sound of the impact, causing him to gush uncontrollably with rage.

The Harusa in the castle quickly noticed the chase on the plain, but the soldiers, who had not been ordered, chose to wait. This stone bridge and fortress was a fortress for the Cheerst Alliance to invade and defend Moulton, so the castle garrison would not risk it for anyone.

Lucius's quick-paced horse had great speed and stamina, so the Rangers quickly caught up with the Quaids. Less than a hundred yards away, the knights began to charge. With one hand fastening the movable nose guard and face armor of the domed helmet, the Moulton began to lean down as much as he could, speeding up for the final sprint. The warrior with the spear even flattened his weapon, allowing the thick green hemlock flag tied to the tip of the spear to flutter in the dim sunlight.

"Misal bless! The baron vigorously raised his sword and rushed towards the Quid with the name of the harvest god. Behind him, hundreds of cavalry roared, shaking the reins with the force that could break down the walls.

Muddy water and unmelted snow splashed everywhere, and herds of warhorses swept across the land at a rapid pace. At the roar of the Rangers, the Quaid quickened their pace of running again. But Riga, who was originally at the forefront, gradually fell to the end. The heavy infantry boots on his feet swayed, clattering against the muddy water.

Riga gasped violently from his mouth and nose, and then began to pull the steel tomahawk off his back. The quick-paced horse had already entered the fortress with the wounded, and the wounded caravan cavalry had not yet awakened, but a sentry recognized the man.

Gates made of thick steel opened at the shouts of sentinels, and wooden doors with huge copper nails creaked open, allowing the swift Quaids to pour into the castle.

"Come in, get in. The people of Moulton did not dare to come in. The sentinel chief on the city wall shouted a few words of Quid that he had just learned, and the running barbarian warriors finally felt a little lighter.

Amid the sentry's hurried shouts, the Quaids burrowed into the castle one by one. But at a distance of about a hundred yards, there were still a dozen or so fighters running. They carry a large number of weapons or miscellaneous items on their backs, but they are reluctant to throw them away.

"Moulton!" the fastest Ranger finally caught up. He shouted and swung the chain hammer in his hand, causing the three circular spikes to spin in the air a few times before swinging them down with a hard blow, whistling like a stone to the head of the Quaid man at the back.