Nango.

The abandoned tunnel was not abandoned as Feng Yang thought. After breaking through the stones of the hidden entrance, the rebels are startled by a squeaking group of black rats. After the sewer experience, it was a shock that made them scream in disgust and fear. For a moment, the rats rushed towards the frightened people, but instead of fighting, the animals were driven to flee. Soon, they were seen rushing behind bushes and outhouses with their scaly tails.

All of them collectively breathed a sigh of relief, but as they stared into the dark tunnels, they wondered if they shouldn't have stayed with the people guarding the gates or the troops who were pinning down the palace gates.

"If it's been sealed for so many years, how did the rats get in?" One of them said suddenly. No one knows why, but the current situation doesn't allow them to think about it either.

Feng Yang personally led the way. He lit the whale oil lamp provided by Count Van Sauck and reluctantly stepped into the daunting darkness. The damp stench of the tunnel immediately engulfed him, a suffocating stench that made his chest rumble with a cough. He felt his pulse quicken, as the theory that the miasma was the source of the plague automatically popped up in his mind.

The walls of the tunnel are ancient and show the rough masonry structure of the era of the conquistadors. The floor was littered with bones and mouse projectiles, and the vaulted ceiling was wobbly with cobwebs. A large falling stone can be seen everywhere in the darkness, a vivid warning that something bigger than a spider's web may fall into the passage.

As Feng Yang tiptoed through the tunnel, he found that his mind turned to the daughter of the Marquis of Sosi. They first asked Princess Irena to play the role of a spy, and then a murderer and assassin. Exploiting a beautiful woman in such a way, no matter how noble the reason, touches the bottom line of Feng Yang. For Irina's sake, he wanted her to ignore her father's orders.

A familiar stench ended Feng Yang's musings. He saw a large pit in front of him, with bricks scattered around it. It was the smell of sewers, another evocative spectacle of horror. The rat ran around in the hole, flinching in the light of the wind-blown lamp, and fell into the hole.

Here's at least the answer to how rats get into the sealed tunnel. Part of the floor caved into the sewers beneath the palace. That was the end of the durability of the dwarven building - though, as he looked at the pits and the stones piled up around him, he couldn't help but feel that something was wrong. The hole looks like something has been dug out from underneath rather than the stone collapsing into a passage underneath.

"We have to hurry," warned Prince Gallo Vecchi. He glanced at the pit suspiciously, then put his hand on Feng Yang's shoulder, urging him to keep going. "For every minute we delay, Xiao Guang's tyranny will last one more minute."

"And it will also give Han Cheng more time."

Marquis Sosi's shrill laughter echoed through the tunnel. "I've already arranged for them to have their teeth extracted," he said triumphantly. "Now Han Cheng's fox should be eating in hell!"

Feng Yang was inexplicably enthusiastic about Suoxi's bluff. He was so immersed in what he thought was a clever little scheme that the Marquis of Sosi seemed completely unaware that he had put his daughter in danger. When Feng Yang half-turned to reprimand this heartless fellow, Prince Gallo Vicky's silent urging made him shut his mouth and continue to follow the team.

Yunzhou.

The rough sound of trumpets came from the dark forest, a savage hustle and bustle, as if to catch the stars and drag down the moon. The discordant tones had just begun to wane, and the howls, bleatings, and screams of the animals pierced the night sky. From the battlements of Yunzhou, archers shot flaming arrows into the woods. By the flash of arrows, a herd of wild beasts could be seen rushing out of the woods.

An alarm bell rang, and after a while, a loud horn sounded on the wall. It seems like a useless move. The inhabitants of the city had long been aware of the attack. If they needed to rely on the soldiers on the walls to remind them, they would have been in the belly of the beast.

For hours, the orcs had been working frantically, the dull rhythm of their tin drums ringing out of the forest, and the roaring chants of their savage shamans ringing out from the trees. Grand Master Noah had plenty of time to gather the people he had chosen. Fifty heavily armed knights, each a giant war horse clad in steel armor, gathered behind the gate of the east gate.

As the horn sounded, Noah raised his hand. The soldiers in the gatehouse slowly began to erect the fence. Noah watched the massive gate retreat onto the roof of the arch, and he knew that once he passed through that door, he might never come back.

"I didn't expect you to lead the charge."

Upon hearing Moth's voice, Noah turned around in surprise, even though in hindsight he shouldn't have been. After all, it was the boy's idea.

"If I'm too timid to go on my own, I can't let my people take risks," the guru explained. His brow furrowed. "You should stay, Your Highness. It's too dangerous for you. ”

In the face of the knight's protest, Moth smiled slightly. "Since it's so dangerous, I can't let a White Wolf Grandmaster take the risk, right?"

Noah smiled. "Your father can make up for my loss. Without me, the White Wolf Legion might have been even better. The knight had another uneasy look on his face. But there is only one young master in Yunzhou," he said.

Moth saw the Grandmaster send what he thought was a subtle signal to his knights. He watched as the two warriors drew their horses closer to him. Moth glanced at the rising gate and stabbed his horse's wings with his spurs.

"The Mo family will never ask his subjects to do something that he would not dare to do on his own!" He shouted, and his horse galloped forward. He leaned low on the beast's neck, barely able to dodge the spikes that protruded from beneath the ascending gate.

Grand Master Noah stared at him in amazement, then snarled at his knights. "What are we waiting for!" Noah yelled. "White Wolf Legion! Advance! The Grand Master drove his horse forward, and opened the door while it was still rising, as Mo Si had done. Behind him, he could hear the sound of horses' hooves, and the other knights began to chase after him.

The wide causeway to the east gave the knights enough space to line up as they stormed out of the gates. On the wall above them, the horn sounded again, resounding through the night sky, announcing the wrath of humanity to the inhuman enemy.

The beasts came to the hut beneath the city and rampaged through the chaotic shacks with wild bloodthirsty desires. If they hear the screams, the beasts will be even more immersed in the fury of their bestial nature. The beasts' primal hatred of humans burns in their savage hearts, fueling the flames of their anger. Not content to simply kill their victims, the angry orcs bite their victims with their teeth and claws, tearing them to shreds. In anger, they indulge themselves and wreak havoc.

The warriors of Yunzhou shattered this brutal scene. The tents and huts collapsed under the hooves of their warhorses and scattered before them like wheat stalks cut by a sickle. The refugees scattered in front of the knights, but the bloodthirsty beasts stood dumbfounded, their savage minds confused by the sudden appearance of the warriors.

Warhammers slammed horned heads, axes cleaved fur-covered flesh, and iron hooves crushed the bodies of beasts. Nagam's name rises in a fierce war cry as the white wolf brings human vengeance to the beasts that plundered the forest.

In the midst of a fierce battle, Moth rode his horse into the heart of the shantytown. His sword slashed through the face of a beast with a deer's face, which was devouring the corpse of a slaughtered woman. The guy covered his injured eyes with his furry paws and bleated in pain. With another swing of his sword, Moth stabbed the monster in the throat and threw it into the snow.

The second beast pounced on Moth, a scrawny man with horns and a human-like appearance. It wields a dismembered human leg, wielding it like a club. Moth waited for the thing to get closer, then stabbed his steed with his spur, urging it to puff up its chest and slam it with its front hooves. The fluttering leg struck the lunging beast, flung it back, and broke its ribs.

A piercing war cry was the first time Moth had warned that a third beast was running towards him. It was a giant goat-headed monster with a rusty axe in its claws. The beast lunged at him from the flanks, at an angle his sword couldn't reach. He tried to turn his horse's head to meet the monster's onslaught, but even if he did, he knew it was too late.

Suddenly, another rider appeared and smashed through the wall of a shack. The orcs were crushed by the hooves of the war horses, fell to the ground, and were trampled to pieces. Moth could hear the bones breaking as the horse rushed past it. He opened his mouth to thank the man who saved him, and then laughed incredulously because he recognized the rider.

"Francis!" Moth shouted. "What are you doing here?" You should lie in bed and heal!"

"Your Highness, I don't need to stand and ride a horse." Francis replied. He rubbed his hand against his balding scalp. "It is not right to leave me there," said the knight.

"I'm afraid you're going to tell my father," Moth said.

Francis smiled and shook his head. "Lord Castle will soon find out about your stupidity." He looked away, peering through a pile of shacks and tents. "They seem to be running away, Your Highness. If we want to make a decent contribution to this war, we have to hurry. ”

Moth grinned and led the horse around. "Let them regret stepping into human territory."

The battle was short and bloody. When the group of orcs broke and fled, a full quarter of the shanty town was trampled down. Before the charge, at least a hundred beasts fell, but behind them they left dozens of dead and dying refugees.

However, the herd has been repulsed. Noah thought they wouldn't come back. It will take them a long time to heal their wounds and regain their courage. By that time, perhaps the threat of the Black Death had diminished enough for the City Lord to allow the refugees to enter Yunzhou City.

They knew it was a victory that would not outweigh the losses, and they diluted their joy at the victory. Traces of the plague can be seen everywhere in the shanty towns. There were pockets of pus on the corpses, and black water oozed from the pores of the living poor worms. Infectious diseases are everywhere, and the stench of disease is everywhere.

The knights knew that their bold charge exposed themselves to the plague. In this filthy place, the source of disease lurks. No warrior could say for sure that the deadly touch had not reached him. None of them knew if he was carrying the seeds of the Black Death.

Moth looked up at the causeway, at the eerie architecture of the fortress. That would be their home now, locked behind those grim gray walls. There they will wait for the judgment of the gods, to see if their justice will be enough to protect them from the plague.

The knights rode slowly towards the fortress, and silence enveloped them. Each of them doubted that they would ever make it out of this place alive.

Moth struggled to find some words of comfort to lift their languishing spirits, but nothing seemed profound enough to commemorate their sacrifice. He is proud to share this sacrifice with such a person.

The sound of a trumpet in the distance caused Morse to look away from the fortress. The fear of the beast's return flashed through his mind in an instant. Then he heard the sound of his father's hunting horn. He looked up at the east gate and was surprised to see a trotting of horsemen slowly trotting up the causeway.