The city of Tifanton.

It is one of the most important of the three border passes through the Stormhorn Mountains in Cormier, and has always been of great military importance in Cormier due to its large desert of Enocho to the west and the mountain pass to Komanso to the east.

The elves of Comanso and Cormier have always kept the water from the well, but for the past thirty years, it is said that the Northland Zelandia and the Silver Moon Federation have been committed to expanding into the Ainook Desert.

Under the day-and-night reforestation efforts of a group of druids from the Lunaris Isles, the northwest corner of the Enocho Desert has been completely unrecognizable, and the green cactus forest and the bright yellow sea of apricot trees have approached the Standing Rock Plains and the Black Road.

When the Cormiers first learned of this information, they did not think that this would affect them, and some even laughed at the stupidity of the Northlanders, and some praised them for their perseverance.

Others joked that if the Northlanders had turned the Anokeo Desert into a forest sea, they wouldn't have to spend their days fighting with the elves of Comanso over logging.

In their impressions and perceptions, the Northlanders were not on their list of threats, because in the minds of the Cormiers, even the most prosperous city of water was only 600,000 people.

And their Cormir kingdom has a thousand-year-long history and tradition, according to the latest census, their kingdom has a population of 11.36 million!

In the eyes of some Cormier aristocrats, they are not much different from the famous empires of history.

But more than a decade later, when they found that traces of orc tribes began to appear on their northern border, the mockers could no longer laugh, and the previous admiration turned into anger and curse.

The orc tribes, who had been pressed to the ground by the Northlanders for more than ten years, finally couldn't stand it anymore, and began to be forced to migrate south of the desert one after another...

Some even flowed directly into the Storm Horn Mountains north of Cormier, thus posing a threat to the northern part of the Cormir Kingdom.

Among them, a group of green-skinned orcs are the most aggressive, and they are also the main culprits in the casualties of the northern guards in recent years.

If it had been a few years ago, the task of garrisoning Tivanton would have been a chore for the nobles to shirk.

After all, the Orcs of the Northland are generally strong and powerful, savage and brutal, and if a small force suddenly encounters them in the wilderness, the battle losses between humans and orcs are often as high as 3 to 1, or even 5 to 1.

But since the outbreak of the undead natural disaster on the shores of the Falling Star Sea, especially in Sambia, the defense of the northern border has become a 'good errand' in the eyes of the officers...

Rather than facing the inexhaustible dead, the warriors would rather fight the orcs with flesh and blood.

But at this time, as the commander of the Tivanton garrison, Altais was not happy at all.

If he was given the opportunity to choose, he would prefer to return to the south and purify the spirits of the undead who invaded the realm with holy light!

"Father, why don't you want to believe me, if you give me a little more time... I'm almost done!" Altaïs said with a fist slammed against Tivanton's wall, muttering to himself in reluctance.

The mage Susal on the side comforted:

"Your Highness Altaïs, His Majesty does not disbelieve you, but is worried about your safety.

"Your teacher, Lord Berdas Corris, will be sure to deal with the damned undead.

"You've accumulated enough feats, and your reputation in Cormier is unmatched, so you can just take a break, don't push yourself too hard..."

But when Altais heard this, not only did he not relax in the slightest, but looked back at the mage angrily and asked:

"Then according to your meaning, as the prince of Cormier, I just need to be like a puppet, gilding in various military systems?

"Accept that you put all the achievements and exploits of those soldiers on the front line on my head?

"And then to the people to trumpet my divine powers, my godliness, and my fearless valor?

"Finally, before my father's life came to an end, put on a crown for me and bathe in the mountains with peace of mind?"

Hearing this, Master Susar resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and his heart was even more frantic:

Do you know how many people dream of this kind of treatment? Isn't it good to be honest and do what you do?

Why do you have to learn to take the lead on the front line like those mud-legged people with no background, and fight hard!

'You know how many people were sweating like me at that time!'

But even if the inner drama is extremely rich, Master Susar does not dare to say this directly, provided that he does not want to continue to work in the position of court mage, and he also expects this prince to inherit the position of Archmage of Poddas Corris.

But even if he thinks this prince is too hypocritical,

He took a deep breath, and had no choice but to continue to persuade with a straight face:

"Your Highness Altais, please forgive my offense, everyone is born with his own role and place, and while enjoying that right, he or she should take responsibility for it.

"As the prince of Cormier, your biggest priority is to ensure your own safety, which is related to the thousand-year-old national fortune of the Cormier Kingdom.

"I think this is also the common prayer and thought of thousands of people in Cormier.

"Your Highness, go back to the city and rest for a while, you look a little sleepy...

"Maybe you will feel more comfortable with a good night's sleep. ”

If it was in the past, Altaïs would have let it go with a long sigh, but today, his emotions were extremely extreme, and he roared in pain:

"I also want to get a good night's sleep, but whenever I close my eyes, I see the palace and the city burning in flames, and thousands of people wailing in despair in the flames...

"And I... But you can't do anything, no... In my dream, I watched indifferently as they were slaughtered, trampled, turned into corpses all over the ground, and then experienced the cycle of death and stood up again...

"Why is this happening!

"I am so weak, incompetent, and ruthless, and I am not worthy to be the prince of the kingdom of Cormyr, nor am I qualified to take over the authority of the kingdom from my father!

"Holy Light! I... What the hell is going on...

Mage Susar, who had seen Altais so out of shape for the first time, immediately panicked, and gave a warning look while quickly glancing at the guards on both sides who were not squinting but still couldn't help but show different colors.

While helping Altais to return to the city, he kept comforting:

"Your Highness, that's just a dream, don't be so presumptuous, you are the wisest, most talented, and most prestigious prince of the Cormier Kingdom for thousands of years!

"Even His Majesty the King has said that Cormier is in your hands and will surely go to glory.

"How can you be weak and incompetent and ruthless?"

Looking at Altais, who was in self-blame and pain, Master Susar, who was also a servant and friend, was also a little worried.

In his eyes, His Royal Highness Altaïs is generous, warm, and can be said to be the perfect prince!

But at this time, I was a little inexplicably uneasy...

As the court mage of the Cormier court, he still knows some secret deeds about the royal family.

Among them are rumors about the dreams of His Highness Altaïs...

When he was still young, he once said that he dreamed of the return of the dead to the earth, the orcs slaughtering the people, and the picture of the demon walking the world, and some people even thought that the prince was possessed by the devil.

However, more people regard this as a child's nonsense, but when a plague began to break out on the shores of the Falling Star Sea a few years later, after the appearance of walking corpses, when more than ten years later, after the appearance of green-skinned orcs in the north... No one can laugh anymore.

Such a near-prophetic deed, Master Susar had seen in a memoir of Netheril...

During Netheril's golden age, the future helm of the Council of Severton, who was considered the most outstanding arcane genius of all time, was likely to surpass the Grand Arcanist ——— Karthas of Eorham.

In his childhood, he also suffered from this nightmare.

Later, some mages came to a guess through a limited sample that it should be these 'geniuses' who had seen a corner of the torrent of time with their strong perception.

But the torrent of time also has a myriad of flows, and sometimes what you see is largely not necessarily happening, which is the source of most of those absurd prophecies.

Venerable Susar had no choice but to comfort himself with such a statement.

At least... It's impossible for an army of demons to appear on the main material plane, right?

But just as the two were about to leave the city wall and enter the city, the sound of a griffin flapping its wings was heard, and a sweaty griffin knight was seen reporting in a hoarse voice:

"Your Highness Altais, a large number of exiled elves and valley people have been found in the northeast!

"Behind them, a trailing pursuer was also spotted...

"An army of demons!"

"What did you say?" asked Master Susar, looking back in disbelief.

The messenger seemed startled by his hideous look, and repeated it quickly.

"What about the number," asked Master Susar, with a dry throat.

"Endless..."

The messenger hung his head, then asked:

"And there are so many refugees... We, what should we do?"

The half-elven rangers and demons in the rear were almost mixed and killed together, and if they were to rescue them, they would be more difficult to defend against.

But Altais seemed to have returned to normal, he supported the cold female wall with both hands, looked at the pillars of wolf smoke rising from the wilderness outside the city, and said with a deep gaze:

"Pass the order!

"Let the royal capital mobilize all the forces that can be supported and rush to the aid of Tifanton City!"

Saying this, he paused:

"Open the door! Prepare to meet our allies!"

Altaïs bites the word Allied to death...

It's like greeting...

It's the same fate for yourself.

PS: Suddenly it cooled down ... It's cold...