The shrill howling of the eagle sounded on the distant sea level.


    Harsh and bright.


    Just a few seconds later, more voices seemed to be responding to it, one after another, echoing on the sea, roaring with the cold sea wind and plunging towards the wall of eboden.


    The scream continued and the shock continued.


    And more and more obvious, more and more clear, like a magnificent billow rolling up and down with disturbing movement.


    The eagle''s roar gradually disappeared. On the sea level line at the intersection of the sea and the sky, a golden light and shadow suddenly jumped out under the blood red sunset.


    Then the second, third, Fourth... Continuous light spots appear in rows, filling the whole sea level.


    But when the reflected light dissipates, the true face of the light and shadow is revealed - white sail.


    White as snow, rolling like waves, countless sails, like the sea, came to eboden with the sound of stirring the sea.


    Unstoppable, even more unstoppable.


    "Dang! Dang, Dang, Dang......"


    The rapid alarm bell sounded in the city of eboden. From the farthest coastal lighthouse to every fortress, almost every signalman was beating the bell in front of him like crazy.


    The whole eboden was almost in a mess, and the emergence speed of the enemy exceeded everyone''s expectations; Many mercenaries and urban defense soldiers were even stunned and stood motionless.


    Some recruits even cried out in panic after seeing the number of enemies; The officers who hurried desperately and cursed the soldiers also turned pale one by one. They only knew to beat the collapsed soldiers with their wooden sticks.


    The anxious demon hunter had to shoulder the work of the herald. There was the sound of iron boots beating bricks and stones under the corridors and stairs of the city wall and the observation platform of the tower, mixed with the screams and startling cries of some knocked down soldiers.


    "There are almost a hundred warships approaching the port of eboden at full sail and full speed."


    Staring at the "white line" in the distance, the commander of the urban defense army looked at the people at the map table with a pale face, pinching the information just sent in his hand:


    "The size of warships is similar to that of ocean fleets - if so, the enemy''s strength may not be less than 100000!"


    The meeting room was quiet.


    100000?


    No... no, according to the elf warrior, the army mobilized by the Azores Kingdom this time should be more than 100000.


    The opposite is a powerful force comparable to the Empire. If it really reaches the point of "life and death", it can mobilize at least six times as many troops.


    Groping for the map, the black haired wizard said silently at the bottom of his heart.


    However, it can be regarded as a miracle to make 100000 people cross the fog sea at one time - even if the warship itself can carry so much, it is also difficult to make a hundred warships sail from one end of the sea to the other.


    The commander of the urban defense army continued: "several mercenaries in the harbor found several floating corpses and two imperial flags - they must have ambushed our patrol ship when it was foggy at dawn, so they didn''t send an alarm!"


    "The defenders at the lighthouse are retreating. They have seen that the enemy''s ship is carrying weapons similar to catapults and crossbows. Judging from the enemy''s actions, I''m afraid the attack distance will not be less than 200 meters!"


    "The garrison outside the circular fortress sent information and asked whether to prepare for the war immediately and beware of the enemy''s surprise attack!"


    "A group of mercenaries of the former poisonous snake mercenary regiment rebelled in front of them, robbed materials and tried to escape. They were suppressed in time by the Byrne knight on the side and asked for disposal!"


    "The enemy has a small boat passing through the lighthouse and holding a flag. It is approaching our port. It is suspected that it has plans to negotiate!"


    Now, not only the heads of the two mercenary regiments, but also the Legion commander, who was just calm, looked anxiously at the black haired wizard and waited for orders.


    "Duke!"


    "The enemy is attacking, please give orders!" said Ike, the Earl of anger castle in a deep voice


    The alarm bell sounded faster and faster, and even the disordered footsteps could be heard outside the room.


    "According to the pre War deployment, let the mercenaries withdraw into the city wall; all urban defense soldiers immediately enter the temporary position in front of the circular fortress;"


    The black haired wizard looking at the map didn''t lift his head, but his voice was sonorous and powerful: "a thousand Legion soldiers, go to the ancient castle immediately, and dispatch several demon hunters from the wings of the sky to assist, so as to prevent the enemy from stealing the city with a small group of elite."


    "The patrol army acts as the rear line to assist the Wizards in the wizard tower to load projection weapons. Anyone who launches in advance before I give an order will be killed without amnesty;"


    "Two thousand Byrne knights, with the flags of Turin and the Empire, stationed in all fortresses and all commanding heights; let everyone, especially the wavering soldiers and residents of the city, see that the Byrne and the Empire are guarding eboden, and the city has not fallen."


    "Wherever I am not, count Eckert is responsible for directing all battles, and everyone must obey." said the black haired wizard, turning to the nearby Corona:


    "Master corona, please take Isaac and all wizards who are not ready to participate in the battle to take refuge in the nine pointed star wizard tower until the battle is over or the city wall falls."


    "What? You want me to hide?!"


    Isaac widened his eyes: "Loren, what the hell are you talking about? I''m here to guard eboden. How can I guard him in the wizard tower? I still have a lot of information I haven''t told you, for example..."


    "You might as well tell me first, Sir Isaac Grantham." corona quietly stopped Isaac and let him leave the war room bit by bit: "such an important matter should be discussed by the Wizards first, and then transmitted to Duke Loren."


    "Well, it seems reasonable to hear you say that. You are worthy of being the leader of the wizard tower... I think you are much more lovable than the old man Harlem van."


    "No, no, no, no, you praised me..."


    Watching Isaac and the others leave, the black haired wizard finally breathed a sigh of relief and patted Lucian on the shoulder: "take up the flag and go to see our enemy together."


    "Yes!" the grey pupil nodded.


    A quarter of an hour later, the golden lion on a black background and three dragons held up the flag of the iron crown and set up one after another on the walls and fortresses of eboden, hunting in the cold wind.


    After the commanders hurried to their troops, the commotion was finally suppressed by bullets; The soldiers who had just been terrified by the enemy also began to reorganize order in the order and harmony of the officers.


    At this moment


    "Duke?!"


    "The Duke is coming this way!"


    The cry of surprise rang out one after another on the wall of eboden, and a pair of stunned eyes turned to the figure who was walking down the tall building and approaching the forefront of the defense line along the wall pier.


    On the parapet wall, the soldiers standing on both sides of the corridor stared at the figure and hurried past behind them.


    Black hair and black eyes, wearing only a leather armor and a cloak; Against the exaggerated "dawn" sword, the figure still looks a little thin.


    But when the "thin" figure passed by, all the soldiers who had just been panicked quieted down, stood there and watched him pass.


    Lucian, who followed the dark haired wizard, and the Golden Lion Flag on a black background held high in his hands; In an instant, it became the focus of everyone''s attention up and down the city wall.


    Under the eyes of the soldiers, only the black haired Wizard of Luzon walked down the wall, through the iron clad gate of the circular fortress, through the heavily fortified defensive positions, and towards the harbor of eboden.


    The commander of the eboden urban defense army on the tower was stunned. He looked at the figure passing through the city gate and out of the city wall. He seemed stunned. No matter how the guards behind him shouted, he didn''t respond.


    The Legion commander of the Empire stopped where he was, but his eyes were extremely complex on his serious face; As if he had guessed something, he pressed his right hand on the wall stack to buckle the gap between the wall tiles.


    "This, this Duke, what on earth does he want to do?"


    The head of the black blade hiding behind the wall pile was stunned and looked like he didn''t know where to go: "I said, he didn''t really intend to negotiate with the elves, did he?"


    "Or... Does he want to swim over and compete with the whole elf fleet alone?!"


    "Maybe..." the silver blood frowned and glanced at the Earl of anger castle.


    But he was stunned to find that the count of anger castle, who had always been as calm as a rock, was narrowing his eyes and raising the corner of his mouth to show a proud expression.


    "Gentlemen, you should be honored." Eckert''s thick voice sounded: "because of this war, you will have the opportunity to see the Lord of Byrne, the Lord of Turin..."


    "How to lead the army!"


    As the voice fell, Eckert stopped talking and looked at the distant back of Loren Turin with the people on the city wall.


    At this time, the black haired wizard and Lucian had passed through the defensive position directly in front of the circular fortress; Up and down the eboden line, everyone can see him.


    And the Golden Lion Flag with a black background fluttering in the sea breeze and making a sound.


    The alarm bell gradually faded, and the screams of alarm and panic gradually disappeared; Up and down the walls of the port of eboden, only the sound of the sea breeze can be heard.


    "Do you really want to negotiate with them?"


    The nervous Lucian looked at the boat approaching the port in the distance: "I think this is the trap that the enemy let us relax our vigilance and take the opportunity to attack the city."


    "Of course it''s a trap, so I''m not going to talk about it." the dark haired wizard pulled his mouth. "But it''s still necessary to keep eboden."


    "Now the main force of eboden''s garrison is not the indestructible ''black wall'' of saklan, nor the invincible Byrne Knights; it is the mercenaries and civil urban defense army who work hard with money and will be frightened by the enemy at any time."


    "Only by arousing morale and making them believe they can win can they really fight to the last minute - remember this, maybe you can use it one day."


    Huh?


    Lucian was stunned, not because of Loren''s explanation, but... Why did he know this?


    Just then, the Azores'' boat stopped at the port.


    The grey pupil boy immediately became nervous and stared at the figure walking down from the ship.


    It was an elf warrior in a red robe with an Azor sword.


    "Lower Sirte is the ''Four Courts'' under the eagle throne and the royal court warrior." the red robed warrior who stepped down from the ship stood vigilantly in the same place, looked up and down at the black haired wizard with his head held high with his eyes 20 steps away:


    "In the name of the eagle king, come to negotiate with the garrison commander of this city - it seems that you should be..."


    "Standing so far away, I dare not even approach... This is the sincerity of the eagle king." Loren said coldly, with contempt in his eyes:


    "Why, are you worried that the guard holding the flag behind me will stab you with a flag gun?"


    Looking at the disdainful expression of the black haired wizard, the proud red robed warrior clenched his teeth and breathed out, trying to resist his dissatisfaction: "OK... If you insist."


    He approached with great strides according to the Azor long knife at his waist.


    However, at the moment of approaching, the expression of the red robed warrior suddenly froze, and his right hand instinctively pressed the handle of the knife.


    I, I can''t feel the power of "state of mind" and can''t call the way of samurai!


    This... How?


    The stunned Red Knight suddenly looked up and found that there was darkness in front of him.


    The air is freezing.


    "Why... What''s the matter?" the smile on Loren''s face became louder and louder. "Can''t you find that you can''t use the power of samurai?"


    "Didn''t your Royal Court chief Meade tell you that Loren Turin''s'' silent dream ''can be launched without magic array."


    "Oh, I almost forgot that Meade is dead... Isn''t he?"


    "I killed him again."


    The red robed warrior''s face was shocked and angry. His right hand instinctively pressed the Azor long knife at his waist: "you...?!"


    "I''m right here. What do you want?" Lauren said slowly. "Why, aren''t you going to try to avenge your leader?"


    Dang -!


    Sparks splashed.


    At the moment when the blade came out of the scabbard, Lucian had grabbed the black haired wizard and put the flagpole against the tip of the blade.


    The blade was stuck by the grey pupil boy with his sleeve sword.


    The stunned red robed warrior immediately pulled out the second knife from his arms - judging from his smooth speed, he was obviously ready.


    "Huh?!"


    At the moment of his second knife drawing, the dazzling light entered the pupil, which stunned the red robed warrior who had just returned to the dark in front of him for a moment; Then a burst of ecstasy flew over the ground and jumped at the black haired wizard behind Lucian.


    Then he saw the proud smile of Lauren''s mouth and the spark of his left hand.


    "Pa!" snapped his fingers.


    Boom!!!!


    The golden red fire burst in the harbor, blocking everyone''s sight.


    Ten seconds later, the fire dissipated; The figure of the black haired wizard standing with his sword and the Golden Lion Flag on a black background fluttering in the wind.


    "Long live the Duke --!!"


    First, the Byrne Knights waving the battle flag, and then the whole wall of eboden turned into a sea of fanaticism and excitement; One by one, with their necks and scarlet eyes, they beat the shields and wall buttresses with their weapons desperately.


    The storm of elves invasion


    Officially opened.