The night is like ink.

After writing the last word, Mordschic put the text together, and when the day's work was finally over, the subordinate officials next to him bowed to him and withdrew from the tent one by one.

Modesic also walked out of the tent with them, and as the autumn mood grew stronger, and the night breeze was cold, he subconsciously covered his clothes and walked around the king's tent. In the distance, the drums of the night watchman were heard, and when I counted them, it was already twelve o'clock in the night. Other than that, there was only the footsteps of the sentries patrolling back and forth, and the hoofs of the rangers riding in and out.

In order to make sure that everything was perfect, the Southern Expeditionary Army built a set of reconnaissance networks within ten miles of the surrounding area. Lookout towers, fixed sentry posts, and cruising scouts combine movement and stillness to guard against enemies that may come from any direction.

In contrast, on the side facing the city, the vigilance of the Southern Expeditionary Army was weaker. Over the past period, the defenders of Severa have managed to create the image of a shrunken turtle. In the subconscious of the Snowton soldiers, they would never dare to go out of the city to fight.

But on the ever-changing battlefield, anything can happen.

October 27, a quarter past midnight.

The four gates of the city of Severa were wide open, and in the dark and gloomy gates, the cavalry units that served as the vanguard slowly lowered their spears.

At this time, Mordschic had just walked to his tent and was ready to wash and go to bed, and more than ninety percent of the soldiers in the entire Southern Expeditionary Army were asleep, including the front-line commander Carter Roman, and the legendary mage Vilaneo. Their leader, on the other hand, was standing on the opposite wall, anxiously awaiting the opportunity to return to his headquarters.

Half an hour later, Bishop Noons, who was on his way to the north gate, secretly estimated a moment, waved his hand and gave the first military order. On the saddle in front of him, there were three Nanmu brocade boxes horizontally.

He with his command. Almost simultaneously arrived at the four walls. Under the command of the priests, the soldiers defending the city vigorously tore off the tarpaulin to cover the rain, and the "bright ballista" was once again exposed, revealing their hideous minions again.

The sharp-eyed Snowton scouts finally noticed something strange in the city. Those who can lie about the military situation in the decree of the Southern Expeditionary Army. They were also punished with at least twenty lashes, so they responded by rubbing their eyes and repeatedly checking what they saw.

On the distant White Tower, Innedil, who has been keeping a close eye on the city of Severa, responded immediately. Near the left of each ballista, a divine power rune appeared out of thin air, densely packed like stars, and at the same time blessed on the cannon body.

The left army camp of the Southern Expeditionary Army. Villano, who was sitting quietly in the tent, opened his eyes in an instant, and the clear starlight peeked out of his eyes more than half a foot long. He was about to get up and leave the account, but the bronze ink cartridge on the desk trembled, and the ink sprayed, condensing a line of small words in mid-air, "Sleep a little longer."

The old magician looked hesitant, but his movements slowed. After all, he closed his eyes and remained silent.

Carter Roman in the right barracks. After all, as a martial artist, his reaction was slower than him, but the legendary warrior did not hesitate at all, put on his robe with a flick of his wrist, and rushed out of the camp with a long knife.

He took a deep breath and wanted to shout. Remind the soldiers who were still asleep, but at the same moment, a huge roar enveloped the four fields, and spears of holy light shot out from the city, raining down on the Snowton camp five miles away.

The creator, Inedilko, never said it. The range of the "Bright Ballista", that's all.

There is chaos.

The charged spear of holy light, about six meters long, the thickness of the bowl, faster than lightning, exploded instantly after landing, and the powerful impact was enough to shock a living creature within ten meters of the surrounding area.

The "Goddess of Dawn" operation, which began with the fire coverage of the "Bright Ballista", lasted for more than a dozen waves, round after round.

Cartroman, dodging, flew towards Villanoo's quarters. In the face of such a large-scale divine attack, only a legendary mage can resist it. Along the way, under his fierce shouting, the officers and generals took action one after another to restrain the soldiers under their tents. However, under the blow of the "Bright Ballista", they did not dare to gather, so they could only rush to the south side of the barracks in a scattered manner to prepare for battle.

Both generals and non-commissioned officers understand a truth, the enemy will never launch an attack for no reason, and after the "Bright Ballista", there will inevitably be an even more tragic battle.

"Hold this place!" Cartroman ordered in a loud voice as he passed through the king's tent, and when he saw a panting Mordesic running in small steps, he pointed again, "You should hide too." ”

Mordschic nodded, and slumped into the king's tent. As a civilian official, he has no right to meddle in military affairs, otherwise he will only add to the chaos.

"Master!" the legendary warrior was extremely fast, and Cattroman put aside the so-called etiquette and directly opened the curtain to enter, just in time to see Vilano standing up and looking at him with an inquiring face.

"What's the matter?" asked the old magician, a little dazed.

"Enemy attack, ask the master to take action to resist the enemy's magic attack. Cartroman pleaded in a deep voice.

"Wait a minute," Bilano waved his hand, walked out of the tent quickly, squinted his eyes, and shook his head, "The ballista offensive will end soon, and it will be ......useless for me to strike at this time."

"Really?" asked Kateroman, half-incredulously, seemingly dissatisfied.

"The enemy is about to attack, and Kashuai must immediately regroup," Bilaneo pointed to the sky, "As for the White Tower, I'll deal with it." ”

Katroman looked up and saw a ray of holy light rising to the southeast direction. He knew that he was wrong to blame Bilanuo, so he nodded, "Then there is Master Lao, and I will go and gather the army." ”

Cartroman turned to leave, and the sound of shouting resounded through the north and south of the camp. The well-trained Snowton warriors quickly put on their armor and took up arms, and at this time, it was only three quarters of an hour before the start of Operation "Goddess of Dawn".

Bilano chanted in a low voice, and a mystical star track appeared in his palm. The clear light bloomed, enveloping the old magician's body in it, like a cloud of smoke, holding him up into the air.

There was no longer any need to conceal his movements, and the four gates of Severa sounded a clear trump horn. The cavalry troops, clasped their armor and clamped their mounts hard, and rushed straight towards Snowton's camp like four long dragons.

The firepower of the "Bright Ballista" gradually thinned out, the breath of the gods slowly dissipated, and the humans and the blades in their hands began to take over the battlefield.

Carter Roman snorted coldly and leaped onto the wooden tower at the southernmost end of the camp, his eyes like a falcon patrolling, his long knife unsheathed.

Directly opposite him, Bishop Nones, at the front of the cavalry procession, unfastened his embroidered silver cloak and grasped the first brocade box.

And high in the sky, Vilano walked through the clouds, and a void figure appeared not far from him, white robe and blonde hair, as rich as jade.

... (To be continued......)

PS: (First update.) ）