In the vast wilderness beyond the ramparts, the god of war is using his dexterous and versatile fingers to play with the fate of all his soldiers lightly, playfully, and mercilessly.

Just like the wheel of fortune that repeats itself, from the beginning of its birth, it is destined not to let all the living get what they want.

Occasionally, sporadic arrows streak across the sky like lightless meteors, attracting eagle-like creatures to flee this ominous area.

The sky was empty, but it was filled with some kind of unknown atmosphere, a touch of cruelty and despair, as if an invisible fog was quietly dispersing.

However, it's not over yet... More surging blood like a tide will break through the confinement of the body and spew out, and finally disappear in the mysterious yellow at the end of the world.

Guna put away his bowstring and let out a long sigh of relief.

At this moment, he was on the city wall, staring at everything in the battlefield at a little helpless.

It seems that the scales of victory are already tilting in favor of the opponent ... What should I do?

Immediately, the corners of his mouth suddenly hooked up a smile, and his handsome appearance revealed a casual thought.

But that brave kid hasn't given up yet... He looked at Ai Suyan in the distance: behold, his eyes were pure and determined, and they were exactly the same as those of the kings of that distant era.

Then his eyes suddenly became blurred: the sword was raised high again and again, the brilliant streamer mixed with the cold edge, and then slashed down like thunder... In an instant, an enemy fell weakly in a pool of blood, and then a storm of silver sword qi began to generate in the center of the scorching battle...

It's really good swordsmanship... The brilliance shines, like a legendary hero who has come from another world, but still adheres to the duty of this world...

Guna drew his bow once more firmly, his expression hinting at pride.

Let me, then, light the light of wonder in your heart! His fingers let go of the bowstring, and an invincible arrow broke free from its master's shackles and struck the forbidden land of the battlefield without returning.

At the same time, Ai Suyan was by the side of William Knight, who was panting and his body seemed to have suffered heavy damage.

"Good work, I'll help you deal with this guy named Maurice. Ai Suyan's blue eyes lit up like a clear sky, "It's for Bill, too, isn't it?"

William nodded expectantly, "Thank you." ”

The prince looked up at Maurice's face with disdain in his eyes.

"Attack me, you guy. He said in a crisp and penetrating voice, only to find that Maurice had only sneered a few times, and then walked towards him with a slight mockery.

"A naïve warrior who has made the wrong choice to be my opponent will regret this decision for the rest of your life. His tone was strange and his voice was ethereal.

Ai Suyan was slightly taken aback: this is the long-lost Silverwing, and the tone of his voice sounded like that of an unstoppable madman...

However, in an instant, he came back to his senses, and the giant sword of Morris in front of him suddenly slashed, and the wind around him was restless, and Ai Suyan turned around deftly, allowing the edge of the sword to brush his body dangerously.

It's dangerous... He silently thought that at this time, Morris's greatsword had once again been successfully charged, and the superb swordsmanship combined with the heavy weapons began to launch an offensive against Ai Suyan in a steady stream.

Guna on the city wall looked at all this with a frown, and his heart was full of mixed feelings.

Did you know? The new commander of the Silverwing Kingdom... Now you're fighting against people with what kind of noble blood flows...

He shook his head: "But my archery skills are good enough to help him...

At the other end of the wall, General Tuyarav gathered all the commanders of the army that had not yet been dispatched, staring at the world below with a heavy face.

"The golden-armored soldiers are gone, and they are surrounded by a wave of silver enemies. One of the officers said hurriedly.

The crowd was silent, as if expecting some kind of miracle.

"But the 'Imperial Blade' has a long reputation, and without them, the walled city will soon fall. The staff officer said with a straight look.

Tuyalaf shook his head, and beside him, the flying flags of the hunting lions were as magical as a waving mural.

"Send all the soldiers out of the city and rescue the Imperial Blade, and never give up victory!" he shouted, under the bewildered gaze of the commanders.

"Why, Marshal? Desperate may not be the wisest decision. The staff officer said in amazement.

However, after some time, the city gate was still opened, and countless sturdy Imperial soldiers roared, and then roared and rushed towards the enemy.

At the same time, Tuyalav only shook his head in the face of the questions of the commanders.

"But before leaving, His Majesty had said that even if it was a desperate bet, he would protect the safety of the 'Imperial Blade'...", he muttered softly, his voice so low that it almost disappeared with the wind.

By this time, in the center of the battlefield, the Saint-Wing army had been completely surrounded, and its numbers were becoming increasingly scarce.

But in the heart of the entire area, Commander Morris of the Silver Wing was on his knees, panting and panting. The mottled bloodstains spread from every corner of the armor to the face, and even the long black hair that was scattered was shining under the pale yellow sky.

He had lost the duel, his body weakened, and his face had lost its blood. An arrow pierced through his chest unbiasedly, ruthless as a deadly demonic spike, and beneath it, Essouyan's sword struck into the soft abdomen.

Morris looked at the other man's handsome face in disbelief, as if he couldn't believe that this unknown young warrior could actually send the blade of his sword into his body behind his sturdy plate armor with his own hands, however, before closing his eyes, he still muttered a word.

"If it weren't for that arrow, I wouldn't have lost to you so easily. Then blood spurted from his mouth: "Is this your limit? Maurice—" he roared in a hoarse voice, as if struggling to his feet, and the knights crowded around him, only to see him finally slip and fall to the ground weakly.

This bloody end was a weight that the lives of all warriors could not bear, and yet, at this moment, it was completely crushed.

After Maurice fell, Essouyan looked back at the top of the wall, his warrior's clear vision was enough to see Gunna's jubilant face, and he couldn't help but think back to the thrilling duel he had just experienced.

At the critical moment, Gouna's arrow struck his opponent in the chest, causing Maurice's greatsword to halt abruptly, and the prince seized the opportunity to successfully plunge the sword into the body of William's enemy.

"However, there is not much of our infantry left, and now there is almost only the Imperial Blade left in the entire battlefield!" William looked at everything around him, and raised his sword to block the attack of the Silver Wing soldiers: "You have to break through as soon as possible! ”

"But our horses are running out of strength, and there's no end in sight to these enemies!" said another knight, snarling.

Essuyan shook his head, he looked in the direction of the city gate: there were already Allied forces supporting us, but for a while, they would not be able to penetrate such a thick human wall...

Then his eyes swept over the city wall, but he suddenly froze in place.

This guy next to Gunna, what the hell is he doing?

If memory serves, he's supposed to be a mage, a battlefield guardian who is proficient in frost magic.

In a trance, he vaguely saw that the mage seemed to grin at him, and then the tip of the staff in his right hand, a pure and immaculate, glowing with a beautiful luster of ice blue began to slowly condense, and his lips moved, as if he was reciting the gospel of the savior.

At the same time, the Holy Wing defenders after the gates were opened had merged with the local forwards. "Rush on, brave warriors, crush them, win!" roared the leading Saint Wing Commander.

The tide of golden waves, like an unstoppable torrent of metal, crashed towards the boundless Silver Wing Warband, and in an instant, a heavy muffled sound spread through the sky, and a second later, a fierce echo began to echo in people's ears like a gong.

It was the resonance of the collision of countless weapons and armor when the two legions came into contact in an instant, and both of them had the courage to rise above the world.

At the same time, while everyone was watching, a blue magical light suddenly enveloped the sky above Aisuyan's location, pouring down like a waterfall, and obscuring people's vision in the blink of an eye.

Thank you, Mage... Ai Suyan closed his eyes, and secretly prayed in his heart: I hope you can bring us good luck...

Then, when he opened his eyes, the blue light dissipated, and he stayed where he was once again.

Before the eyes of the Imperial Blade Knights, a huge, ice-clad bridge unexpectedly showed everyone's last hope.

It radiates an elegant star-like light all around it, as if it has been granted some kind of soul, it connects the center of the battlefield with the wall of the fortress city, almost spanning the entire wonderful and bloody battlefield, and the passage in the center of the bridge is extremely wide, and the sides are attached to many ingenious magical patterns and imprints, and thick ice flowers surround its edge, symbolizing the nobility and beauty of frost magic.

"Climb up and return to the walls through this passage!" Guna cried out in a loud voice.

It was a spectacle that almost everyone present had never seen before: a bridge of clean ice that created a passage between life and death, and a solid texture around it that not even a heavy hammer could break it.

"Did you hear that? What are you doing?" William roared, "I'll delay for a while, just leave!"

Ai Suyan was silent, just thoughtful.

"It's magic!" a Saint Wing commander exclaimed in amazement at the gates.

"Charge forward, warriors, defend this frost bridge, win for the Empire!" and then he roared loudly, and the voice of majesty filled the ranks of the Imperial soldiers.