Tens of hundreds of years later, whenever people in later generations mention the beginning of this troubled world, they will inevitably immediately think of the changes in the "Valhalla Square" or the opening of the "Gate of Purgatory".

In their preconceived notions, it was a definite event like this that ignited the flames of war in an instant. But on the contrary, there is no clear and precise sign of the arrival of any chaotic world. Only after the wheel of history has rolled over, after the scholars have sorted out and summarized, can we reluctantly put forward a turning point of the times and record it in the annals of history.

In fact, most of the time, the sudden outbreak of a chaotic storm is a slow and long brewing process. And the beginning of this troubled era cannot be pinpointed to a specific moment in a certain year, month, and day. The subtle but far-reaching evolution has long been quietly spreading under the cloak of prosperity, and the evil gods have opened the magic box of disaster, and the seeds of disaster have been thrown to all corners of the continent during this time.

In the third year of the revival calendar, the night when the first spring rain fell, it seemed that it was no different from every night before, but the source of the long-dormant trouble, finally awakened and germinated under the nourishment of ambition and evil, and was about to break through the ground and stretch out the crown of calamity.

But at this moment, the night is quiet, and how many people can see what is happening behind the fog?

At least, Dargnan doesn't have the ability.

Shrinking slightly, he was more careful to conceal his whereabouts. The targets that were originally tracked were only a few dozen knights, and they were still within his control. That's why he tiptoed behind the other party, trying in vain to find a good opportunity for the negligence of the target, so as to make a contribution in one fell swoop.

However, now. The unbelievable picture in front of him made him hesitate again.

Who would have thought that Onisha would only lead a few dozen horsemen out of the Grand Duke's Mansion and come here? Who would have expected that there were so many warriors waiting in this sleeping city? And what surprised him even more. Onisha was able to organize such an army at such a time, and it seems that she could only sit and wait for death in the Grand Duke's mansion as stated in the information she obtained.

Dargnon shifted his steps, leaning against the cold stone wall, his mind sharpened. At a time like this, I see such a picture. He had to think about where the other person was headed, and what he needed to do next.

I've been following for such a long time, and if I just retreat back like this, I will inevitably feel a little stupid. But if you continue to follow the side and look for opportunities, it is very necessary to figure out what the other person is going to do. Although he doesn't usually care much about the general situation of the country, if these things have affected his actions, Dargnan will not be negligent. Just a moment of recollection, the relevant information in the memory quickly surfaced.

Judging by the other person's current behavior. Obviously unwilling to sit idly by, Onisha secretly summoned the army under her control to make a desperate bet. As for the final outcome, whether it will be a dead fish or a victory, Dargnan does not care too much, and in fact he has no way to guess.

Poke your head out slightly. After a moment of discernment, he continued to analyze. Looking at the direction of these armies, and based on the information they obtained, the goal of their march should not be in the city, but in the northern suburbs of Anfen. If his memory is not wrong. There were many estates of nobles and wealthy merchants, including the Marquis de Borriello, the leader of the nobility.

Also, the employer he commissioned this time.

Dalgnan smiled silently, this is really a mistake, one hired a killer to secretly use cold arrows, and the other took advantage of the dark night to launch a surprise attack, this is the politics between the nobles.

However, he still didn't know how Onisha had gathered these troops. In addition, Onisha was even more puzzled as to why he chose such drastic methods so confidently. After all, it was impossible for Amphen to be without the spies of the Marquis of Borriello, and even the troops loyal to him, so the Grand Duke of Onisha launched a night attack with all his elite, although it happened suddenly, but the possibility of success was still very small.

What a recklessness...... Seeing that there were fewer and fewer warriors gathered around him, and that the marching army was getting farther away from him, Dargnon hesitated for a moment, but quietly followed.

Although it is not his hobby to participate in such chaotic night battles, he has to admit that he has always been very good at handling such scenes. With the cover of the shadows and his superior strength, he is confident enough to sneak near the target and make a contribution in one fell swoop.

Onetsa, not recklessly.

She's just, there's nothing she can do.

After all, if you're not on the verge of despair, who wants to take a gamble and spread all their hole cards?

But now, she had to. If she is still trapped in the Grand Duke's mansion, waiting for the nobles to gradually encroach on her remaining power, after a short time, she can only sit and wait for death, and she will not even have a chance to resist like tonight.

At that time, what a bleak scene it should be? With her status and status, she has been reduced to a prisoner under the stairs, and her dignity, reputation, and even her body may not be preserved, as long as she imagines that picture, Onisha's body can't help but tremble slightly.

Behind him came the sound of the horse's hooves, which grew louder and louder as time passed, and the warriors who could still come at such a time could not even repay themselves.

Onisha subconsciously straightened up, stretched out her left hand, removed her hood and heavy coat, and the heavy travel cloak slid to the ground, revealing her pale color like the robe on her body.

Pale and slightly weakened, like a small white flower that has been frosted, but her neck is still straight, her head has never been lowered, and the resolute color of indomitable progress makes Onissa's delicate face exude a faint luster.

After a moment's hesitation, Onesa's other hand withdrew from the scabbard that had been clenched all along, and nodded sideways slightly.

The tall knight bowed in reply, then took out a blue flag from his bosom, put it on top of the spear, and raised it aloft.

Not far ahead, the north gate of Amphen City was already visible.

She led the most rear-end army towards the city gate, and on this rainy spring night, she gave a sudden blow to the rebels who sought power and usurped the throne. (To be continued......)

PS: (one change, 2000 words)