When the scorching sun, which obscured half of his face from the mountains, painted the earth crimson like burning charcoal, hundreds of insect-like wriggling black dots emerged from the distant hillside. The steaming heat made the dizzy sentry on the towering arrow tower a little blind, but he still tucked the spear under his armpits, loosened his breastplate, and wiped the cloudy sweat droplets off his eyebrows, leaving a wet mark on the back of his thick hairy hand.

Squinting and poking his head out of the tower, the sentinel stared at the shadows until his eyes filled with sour tears blown by the dry heat. "Will, blow your cornet. The dragon enus muttered and retracted his head, blinked vigorously a few times, and then roared into the lower room. "I can't see what's in the distance, you should warn those noble lords. ”

In fact, the heat wave from the moving air did not allow the roar to carry down the curving staircase to the lower floors, so the sentry had no choice but to rush into the humble dwelling in a rage, waking his lazy companion with the 'thump' of his boots on the wooden staircase. "Will, you slacker who wants to get a stick. After reaching the last three steps, the dragon inus jumped down, picked up the jug on the old wooden table, and poured the warm water on his companion's face, which also had an angry smell inside.

"Hey! I hear you. The young man, who was not very old, sat up suddenly, wiped the brown mud mixed with dust from his face with the palm of his hand, and muttered discontentedly as he rubbed the newly grown black stubble. "It's a terrible weather, and we still need to stand guard. Dragons, you should send some mighty dragons to swallow the Harrison like pies. ”

"All you have to do now is climb up and blow the cornet, or I'll swear in the name of the dragon god that I'll give you a taste of the stick. The sentry plucked the horn from the nearby wall and thrust it into the young man's arms as hard as a fist. "I'll give you three breaths, or you'll wait to taste the power of military law. ”

In the unhurried counting of the Longinus, Will climbed to the top of the tower with the agility of an ape, and puffed out his cheeks in time to blow the horn. This regularly spaced cornet was not a warning of danger, so Pompeira did not panic, but the figure of the warlock appeared on several nearby spires. Standing on a backlit balcony, these casters in bright red robes wave their staff or whisper a few times before creating a transparent and constantly flowing water mirror in front of them. This is one of the new types of universal magic that Arcanists have announced in recent years, and is said to allow the caster to see small things in the distance or near through the change of the water mirror.

When the warlock points the water mirror at the black dots. A clear, but every now and then a rippling scene appears in view. "It's our people, and there are knights and barbarians in them. There's nothing to worry about, Harrison doesn't have a dangerous warrior like the Quaids. ”

"It seems that the defeated soldiers who have fled all the way from Castle Head. Another warlock with his face hidden in his hood whispered. "I can't believe that our mighty legions, which even giants can stab, would be defeated by a group of farmers. ”

"We'd better not discuss it. His companion undoes the spell and returns the mirrored water elemental to air. "The Grand Duke is now as angry as a lion with a burning mane. However, I did get some information that the Harrisonian dark attacks had caused heavy losses to the peasants, but the legions that had been swept away by the wave of defeated troops did not suffer much losses. In addition to the last warriors guarding the castle, we will probably be able to re-assemble two legions. ”

"Dragon God bless, I hope the Harrison people will give us more time. His companion could only pray, then sighed and turned into the shadow of the tower.

See the huge castle with its countless towers come into view. Riga knew that more than a week of escape was finally coming to an end. The afterglow of the setting sun still flickered in the distance. But the routs, who were about to be tortured and mad, were already running to praise the silver moon. They were less than a mile from the city gates. So this group of Dragoninus people will definitely be able to enjoy a comfortable night in a comfortable bed for a long time.

The Quaid were also nostalgic for food and spirits, but as they discussed which tavern to go to, Viscount Spencer Carroll, the knight who had joined the party halfway through, pursed his lips and extended the invitation. "Hi, Quaid. Would you like to go to the Red Moon Tavern for a few drinks?" shouted the nobleman, who had been ribbed by a hunter, in a lingua franca. "It's hard to find a tavern open in Pomberra these days, but the Red Moon Tavern is not threatened as a place where chaos and order coexist. ”

"Where is it? Sounds like there should be a great nobleman sheltering there. Rega pursed her chapped lips, her white eyes as pure as ever, staring at the knight. "But you look like you need a lot of sleep right now. ”

The owner of the castle does look terrible. He was now lying on a war horse with a dirty face, covering his head with a teal cloak with a large patch of blood and mud on it, leaving only his face and a few strands of curly hair still exposed to the sun. Some lanky Lucius quick-paced horses followed the crowd slowly, occasionally letting the heat roll around lift the cloak, revealing shoulders that were not covered in finely woven chain mail. Viscount Carol rushed out of the castle with his soldiers at the last moment, but the knights who were at the end could only see the looted towns and villages along the way. They have not been able to find enough food and have even been attacked by villagers. The situation was not alleviated until they encountered a group of Riga, who had a large amount of food found in Ser Morley's team. And the Broken Knight was also very generous to share with this 'great noble'.

"It's the 'territory' of the mages, and there are still some tricolor mages in Longinus. Now my body wants to sleep, but only alcohol can numb my heart and spirit. Sir struggled to sit up straight from the hard leather saddle, his hands gripping the reins of the horse with coloured silk threads as he weaved. "With the dragon god above, how can the 'blue cattle' of farmers defeat us?! And it's an army led by King Harrison. ”

"That's what fighting. The outcome of a battle is not determined by mortals. The hunter was silent for a few breaths before reopening his mouth. "The Harrisons have the courage to rival the gods, and you don't, and only the souls of the heroic deaths can be loved by the Lord God. ”

"Maybe this is the punishment of the dragon god. The knight lowered his voice with some concern. "The servants of the dragon god, the priests who serve the living and the dead, do not approve of this battle. They didn't even send a single priest to the army. At this, he touched his chest dissatisfiedly. "The priest's magic can make the wounded heal quickly. I was treated once, and the cracked rib healed as if it had just been born after a dozen breaths. ”

As the two warriors spoke in a lingua franca with a strange accent, the sun fell into darkness like a fireball, leaving only a beautiful gilded edge on the mountains to the west. The silver moon once again shone its bright light, forming a jagged black shadow in front of the soldiers near the towering city gates. The night in Pompeira was as beautiful as ever, and the soldiers could still see the light of fire reflected in the dim sky under the threat of war.

As the rout approached, the gates of the City of Towers, made of thick oak planks and iron nails, creaked open. Two dozen or so soldiers pushed open the gate with great force, and did not stop until the gap was large enough for two horses to pass through at the same time. "Welcome home, my brother. A rough shout came from the walls, and then a group of cavalry rushed out with torches to illuminate the shadows behind the gates for the rout.

Riga, who entered Pompeira, soon received news of his clan from an officer. The Quaids still inhabit the former camp, run by Sir Martin and a warlock—a statement of the Grand Duke's satisfaction with the bravery of the barbarians. When he ran into the camp and roared, the hunter was immediately greeted by his companions. Gal and most of the warriors were still as healthy as bulls, but the camp was still two empty houses, which meant that about two dozen warriors had lost their lives at Head Castle.

"Hilage bless! I knew you'd be fine. With a shallow scar on his face, Gar hugged the hunter and slapped the back of Rigga's arm with his palm. "The darlings of the Fury don't fall on such battlefields. ”

ps: Thank you for the reward of playing the night moon.