Sword of Daybreaker

Hearing Camilla’s words, Morakot couldn’t help but fell into thinking. The orc general with the title of champion warrior sighed softly: “Smart beasts will not take the initiative to let themselves step into the path of nowhere. Superstitious about the false sense of security brought by the magnificent wall and the barrier of mountains..."

"Yeah," Camy twitched his mouth. "But in fact, Wenna and Stuer have reacted to it in the past two years. The only pity is that we wake up a little later, and the monsters in the wasteland don't. Obediently cooperate with us in restructuring the line of defense...hiss."

Morakot was suddenly nervous: "Do you need a doctor?"

"No, I'm not that fragile yet," Camilla waved his hand, then stood up on the edge of the bed, "Okay, the time for fragile feelings is over, I should do something that I should do. Morakot, Bring my armor."

Morak looked at Camilla as he was about to leave the camp, and was shocked that the fluff on his head stood up: "Warchief? Isn't your body now..."

"Can I lie down on this bed until I'm not cured? We are fighting now, my general." Camilla glanced at his most trusted subordinate. "The soldiers now need to see their leader, I I also need to see the current battlefield with my own eyes and sigh, but just lying on the bed and sighing about the things that can't be saved can't drive the monsters that invaded the mountains and forests back into the wasteland."

The mountains in the winter night looked extremely cold. Camilla, who left the tent, fought a few cold wars firmly in the night breeze. As a big cat, she suddenly missed her warm fire and thick fire in the city of Hongyu. Fleece mat, but this fragile emotion did not linger in her mind for more than a second. Soon she regained her spirit in the wind and began to patrol the defense line on the ridge accompanied by Morakot.

At the end of the distant night, a dim glow illuminates the dim horizon. That glow is not the rising sun that will take more than an hour, but the magnificent wall on the edge of the wasteland.

Compared with the appearance in Camilla's memory, the glow from the end of the horizon was obviously dimmed by more than a little bit, and it was still intermittent. This state was extremely disturbing.

"There are still holes in the magnificent wall..." Morak also looked up to the direction Camilla was looking at, his face showed a solemn look, "Before we evacuated the mountain barrier, our scout confirmed The sentry tower at the border of the wasteland is restarting, but those monsters have obviously destroyed the integrity of the entire magnificent wall. Now we can’t get close to the barrier to confirm the details, but we can confirm with the naked eye... there are several there. A big hole, monsters are constantly pouring out of those big holes."

Camilla didn't say a word, but just retracted his gaze and stared silently at the still burning camps and towns at the foot of the mountain. Each cluster of flames there represented a **** battle and an attempt to delay the enemy by relying on the fire. The flames are effective. , But in the face of the enemy's crushing quantity and the fact that one's own forces are insufficient, the line of defense still retreats and then retreats.

She turned her head and looked in the direction of Red Jade City. Of course, the distant orc main city was still out of sight. No matter how good her eyesight was, she could at most see the block between Red Jade City and Wolfridge Mountain. The "Red Jade Forest Sea".

In the winter night, the lush and ancient forest is lying quietly under the stars. Although this place is not as cold as the northern part of the mainland, in this deep winter season, the entire forest sea is still covered by snow in many places, white. The snow is dotted against the black background. When the mountain wind blows, there will be a fine humming sound. This quiet and peaceful scene can even make people temporarily forget the tragic reality on the other side of the mountains. This ongoing war.

Had it not been for this situation, Camilla should have been enjoying the fun of hunting in that dense forest at this moment. The red jade forest sea in winter has always been her second favorite place. Like many Ogure people, she first loves. The place is of course the ancestral peak of summer.

"If those monsters cross the Wolfridge Mountain again, their next target will undoubtedly be the Red Jade Forest..." Morak’s voice came from the side, low and hoarse, "The number of forest guards is probably not enough to intercept those who have crossed the mountains. Monsters... And based on previous experience, the forest itself has limited lagging effects on those monsters. Once the forest ranger troop is pierced through, the next step is the Red Jade City..."

The old orc shook his head, and the "war patterns" formed by the black fluff around his cheeks and neck were trembling slightly with the twitching of his muscles. He suppressed his feelings, but there was still unconcealed anger in his tone. And sorrow: "The mountains and forests were given to us by our ancestors, but now those unscrupulous freaks trample on our homeland..."

"Warchief...General..." A nervous voice came from the side, and a patrolling soldier happened to pass by. The young orc warrior spoke cautiously, "The souls in the red jade forest will continue to protect our red jade city. ?"

Camilla glanced at the young soldier, her sharp eyes softened slightly, but her hoarse voice carried an unquestionable tone: "We will protect ourselves."

"Do your job, soldier." General Morak said in a deep voice from the side.

The orc soldier left, and Morak looked at his warchief with a trace of apology: "Sorry, warchief, young warriors are always a little too reckless..."

"I was also reckless back then. We've all been reckless." Camilla shook her head slightly, and then she seemed to be lost in thought. The pale golden feline eye pupils calmed down, and her introverted gaze seemed A fierce conflict of thought was surging, Morak did not make a sound when he saw it, but stood silently beside the forest dominator. The pungent breath from afar stimulated his nasal cavity, mixed with the unique characteristics of those deformed monsters. The smell, which made the old orc twitch his nostrils subconsciously.

"Those monsters are starting to gather again. They are looking for their way up the mountain," Morak said with a frown. "The traps we set up on the hillside can only delay their offensive a little bit. The end of the battle will probably break out at dawn. Warchief, Your injury is not healed, it's better..."

"General Morakot," Camilla interrupted the old orc. "These monsters are afraid of fire, aren't they?"

"...Strictly speaking, they are more resistant to fire than the beasts in the forest, but most of them are flesh and blood after all. If there is a large enough fire, they will be burned to death," Morak nodded. Said, "In addition, although their main way of perception is not visual but'magic horizon', the heat and elemental agitation brought by the flame can still greatly affect their judgment. We have already seen those monsters sinking into the sea of ​​fire. The chaotic scene..."

Camilla pondered. She turned and looked in the direction of the Red Jade Forest. After a long silence, she suddenly said, "Can we contact the forest guards now?"

"Yes, although the interference on the battlefield is still there, but we are not far away from the forest rangers, and the spirit witches can still contact them," Morakot replied immediately, but he immediately noticed from Camilla's attitude. What happened, "Wait, what do you want to do, Warchief..."

"Tell the leader of the forest rangers that their thousand-year covenant with the living world is about to end. It starts with fire and ends with fire," Camilla said slowly, reaching out and pulling down the one hanging on his neck. Beast Tooth Pendant, "You take this. This is the last debt of the forest guards and the living world. This line of defense on the ridge is definitely not defendable, but we have to delay as long as possible, and then wait for those When the monster invades the sea of ​​red jade forest, you take this debt to find the ghost of the forest guard...let him ignite the entire forest.

"When the fire started, all contracts were cancelled."

Morak hesitated to accept the pendant that Camilla handed over. He recalled the ancient legend, the **** battle between the ancestors of the orcs and another ruling race on this land, and the forest guards in the red jade forest. The origin of the troops It is said that in the ancient times, it was not the orcs who dominated this land, but another more powerful race. It is said that that powerful race eventually declined and was overthrown and replaced by their original slaves. It is said that the last of them was driven into the forest. , In order to survive, willing to sign a thousand-year contract with the living world, to become an eternal guard of the dense forest, can not leave the army...

Foreigners who don’t know the truth and those who have little knowledge of the mountains and forests can’t distinguish the boundaries between legend and real history, and even invert some of the details in the legend, but the mountain warriors and champion warriors must be familiar with them while maintaining their personal courage. History, Morakot knows that there are evidences behind those ancient legends, and the "souls" guarding the red jade forest naturally exist.

Those souls have longed for freedom for a whole thousand years... but is it really good to release them now? What's more, at the cost of the entire red jade forest...

Noting the old orc’s hesitation, Camilla was not surprised. She just shook her head slightly and pointed her finger in the direction of the Gondor Wasteland: "Do you know where that is?"

Morak was a little unsure, so: "Of course I know, it's Gondor Wasteland."

"No, that will be our future if we continue to hesitate like this," Camilla said coldly, "Without the forest rangers, we can rebuild a new set of order, lose the red jade forest, we can plant Under the new forest, even if we lose the Red Jade City, we still have the opportunity to make a comeback, but if we just retreat and retreat like this and face an indecisive corps that vows to destroy us, then this land can remain There is only a piece of wasteland corroded by chaotic magic energy. Morakot, burn down the red jade forest, and burn the main force of the deformed body in it. Even if it is only temporary, we will delay the corruption of this land. A little bit, but just buy more time..."

She said there was a sudden pause for a few seconds, but quickly continued: "We are not alone, Morakot, our allies may really only need us to help them delay a day or two."

The hesitation in Morak’s eyes finally faded. He met Camilla’s gaze, and the war patterns around his face and neck seemed to float in the darkness with a **** gleam: "I understand, everything is as you wished. ."

Camilla nodded lightly, as if suddenly letting go of her burden, she couldn't help but exhale for a long time, and then looked to the north in the dark defense line: "I don't know what's going on in Mosswood...Do they know The situation on our side..."

"The Cecilians are more prepared for this war than we are. As long as their defenses remain standing, those monsters will not be able to attack the moss woods," Morak said. "But now we have lost contact with the northern region and sent them out. The whereabouts of several waves of messengers are also unknown, and even the communication with Helm City has been cut off. It is indeed difficult to pass the information over... I only hope that Wenna can make accurate and timely judgments."

"Wenna is a keen person, she should know what to do at this time," Camilla said. "What we have to do now is to persevere as much as possible."

Morakot nodded in the darkness, and gently twitched his nose. Riding on the cold mountain breeze in the winter night, the filthy breath became strong again.

…

In the southern part of the mossy woods, on the small triangular plain leading to the central area of ​​Ogure, the flag of the Cecil Empire is flying over a temporary camp, and well-equipped expeditionary soldiers are preparing vehicles and supplies for the communication in the south. The severed mountains and ridges.

But before the ground troops can set off, the most basic investigation work must be completed.

Accompanied by a low buzzing sound, two Dragoon fighters soared into the air from the back of the camp, breaking the tranquility of the sky in the ambiguous night, and flew over the mountain pass like two swift ghosts and flew towards the distant mountains and forests.

And in the command post on the ground, the Grand Duke of the West and one of the three major governors of the Empire stood facing the tactical table, listening to the creaking interference noise coming from the communication equipment. , And what was projected over the Mowang terminal was a picture that was seriously distorted to the point of being indistinguishable.

"We still can't reach the two hub stations set up in Ancestral Peak and Helm City. Those are the most powerful transceiver stations in Ogure." The technical sergeant in charge of the communication equipment shook his head, with a worried expression on his face. The ground said to the chief consul who was on the front line, "In addition, the few secondary forwarding stations closest to here do not have any feedback signals. Will they have already..."

"Don't scare yourself," Baldwin shook his head with a sullen expression. "Even if those monsters drive in unimpeded, it will take a lot of time for them to climb the border mountains east of Ogure, let alone attack now. Entering Helm is just interference. Keep calling. Once the interference diminishes, maybe we can receive the signal."

"Yes, sir."

Baldwin Franklin nodded, and then the guard's announcement came from the door of the barracks: "Ms. Wenna, the leader of the gray elves, is here."

Baldwin was taken aback for a moment and nodded immediately: "Please come in."

The door of the barracks was opened, and a lady who was petite as a child walked into the room. She saw the Grand Archon standing at the tactical table, with a somewhat stunned expression on her face.

"Grand Duke Baldwin... I didn't expect you to come in person."

"The situation is tight. Your Majesty ordered me to come and support me personally. I brought the mobile corps of Cecil's Western Military District," Baldwin nodded and said, "In addition, there is another support army and they will arrive soon."