Nuu Fortress.

The sunset tilted, the snowflakes fell, and the thick city gate covered with mottled marks was tightly closed.

The clouds penetrated the clouds reflected in front of the city gate, and the piles of corpses stood like mountains, either kingdom soldiers, werewolves, or lizardmen.

Most of them were shattered and emitted a strong stench of corpse.

In the city wall, the Duke of Dhakama sat slowly down against the walls, his old and wrinkled face filled with fatigue, and dried blood covered with armor.

With a breath of breath, he looked to the sides, the flat ground was covered with fishy green blood, and tired kingdom soldiers dragged the corpses of the werewolves and lizardmen to the burning fire at the corner of the city.

Occasionally, corpses dressed in kingdom armor would be pulled out of the pile of corpses, and they would sacrifice their young life for this fortress.

The wind sounded in his ears, and the Duke of Dhakama stretched out his right hand and took a piece of black bread, with two dry and hard strips of meat tied under it.

"Eat something. I see that the Lizardman's offensive will not stop. I guess there will be another attack before tonight." Marquis Gardner sat down next to Dhakama, turned to look at the increasingly old face, sighed lightly inside, and said in a joke.

"You can't fall down, all the soldiers in the fortress are watching you."

The Duke of Dhakama was silent for a while, then opened his mouth and bit off most of the bread, with a few blood-colored biting marks: "Don't worry, I will stick with it."

"I don't know what's going on, but these beasts are attacking Nuu Fortress as if they are crazy."

With his eyes flashing, Marquis Gardner remembered the news that Hewlett had just passed and said softly: "I may be able to guess a little."

"Oh, tell me." Hearing this, the Duke of Dhakama stopped chewing the meat strips and looked at Gardner, knowing that this guy was in a certain connection with the Northern Valoran Leader.

"The Baker family suffered heavy damage, the direct line personnel were almost destroyed, and the family fell into civil strife." Marquis Gardner said in a deep voice.

"Then what is this related to the Beshilik Kingdom and the Lizardman Temple?" Duke Dhakama asked, and then his thoughts turned and he reacted.

"You mean..."

Staring at the blood-filled pupils of Dhakamana, Marquis Gardner solemnly said: "I have talked to you before that once Valoran's leadership successfully curbs the splitting of the kingdom, it means that they will devote a lot of their energy to this war."

"From the current fierce offensive of the Beshilik Kingdom, it seems to indicate something. The Valoran leader is very likely to have defeated the Corkel tribe, crossed the Kuromu Province, and entered the Moricho Province."

"Hope has come. As long as we persist, victory will eventually belong to us...."

The silence came, and the Duke of Dhakama slowly chewed the food in his mouth: "This is just your guess, not necessarily correct."

"Can't you stick with it if you are not correct?" Marquis Gardner said with a chuckling.

He patted Dhakama on the shoulder, without saying anything, stood up, stood behind the wall, staring at the hellish battlefield.

"Miracle, a ridiculous yet powerful word."

"But in the face of this war, we have to long for that, without a miracle, the Kingdom of Beshilik will destroy everything."

"It's not just us, but also our relatives and friends whom we protect, they are behind us, in that happy and fertile soil."

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

A slight tremor spread from the snow to the city walls. Marquis Gardner raised his head slightly, and his deep eyes passed through the drifting snowflakes and fell on the ruined battlefield.

In the snow mixed with scorched earth and blood, dense wolves soldiers emerged, wearing mail and holding death instruments, rushing towards the Nuu Fortress without any formation.

The madness filled the green eyes, and howling sounded across the battlefield. They turned into brown waves, rendering the snow, and then the rich breath of life rising up dispersing crystal snowflakes.

In the wave of the Gnoll soldiers, some well-equipped Lizardman warriors will be mixed with, they are elite warriors sent by the Lizardman tribe of the Beshilik Kingdom.

The obvious difference is that the ferocious and ugly lizard man's head, the extremely strong scale body, holds a heavy shield and a sharp spear respectively.

[Lizardman Shield-holding Warrior: The military power of the Lizardman tribe has been through many battles. They hold strong shields and are eager to kill, fighting for the tribe throughout their lives.]

[Lizardman Spear Warrior: An excellent hunter in the Lizardman tribe. Any enemy entering tribe territory will become their hunting target. The sharp spear will pierce the enemy's body and then cut off the enemy's head as their decoration.]

"These beasts are starting to attack."

At some point, the Duke of Dhakama stood silently beside Gardner, with his tall skeleton supporting his burly body, and holding the blood-colored giant sword tightly with both hands.

"I hope the miracle you said will come!"

After saying that, the Duke of Dhakama took the lead in the temporary combat room in the city wall guardhouse, followed by Marquis Gardner.

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This is a simple and clean room.

It is said to be a temporary war room, but it was transformed from an ordinary guardhouse. Apart from the war sand table placed in the center, there are only magic lamps on both sides of the wall.

This war room has existed since the beginning of this winter war and has long been baptized by countless lizardmen and werewolves.

At this moment, there were many people gathered in the room, including nobles, legion commanders, combat staff, people of different temperaments, but they had the same state - fatigue and burnout.

As the Duke of Dhakama and Marquis Gardner entered the room, the already quiet atmosphere became quieter.

The Duke of Dhakama stood in front of the window, looking at the zombie wave with an extremely serious expression, and a heavy aura as thick as a mountain enveloped the room.

"Kingdom Infantry Legion?"

"The line of defense has been laid on the city wall."

"Second Arctic Legion?"

"Everyone is on standby on the high platform."

"Legion of War Mages?"

"There is no way to stand by all the staff, only some mages enter the mage tower."

"What's the situation?" Duke Dhakama turned his head and looked at the second old mage in his left hand, frowned and asked.

"Sorry, Lord Duke, the long-term war has caused the war mages to have lower mental power than the cordon, and they need to meditate to recover." The old mage bowed slightly, his tone was low.

"How many people are entering the Mage Tower?"

"Not half, about one third."

Taking a deep breath, the Duke of Dhakama clenched his fists gently and looked at the approaching wave of zombies: "Appoint a heavy crossbow legion to be on standby at any time."

"In addition, I need the Royal Capital Guards to enter the city wall defense line at any time."

"Of course." Marquis Gardner said in a deep voice. "If necessary, I will appear anywhere with the Flame Knights."
Chapter completed!