For the immigrants who have just arrived in Silver Moon, what they experienced on this day is definitely worth remembering for a lifetime.

The initial hope of boarding the pirate ship due to temptation, the disappointment and despair of arriving on the banks of the Sebring River, the westward migration with hope again, the shock of facing the camp infrastructure like a grand magic show, and the displeasure of being asked to work.

Reluctantly, I finally felt satisfied after drinking that big bone broth.

So that night, most of the immigrants who were exhausted both physically and mentally went to bed very early and slept deeply.

The eve of dawn is also the time when most creatures relax their vigilance and sleep the deepest.

If they were still in the Northland Ranch in Silvermoon City, many of them would probably end their lives in such a sweet dream.

But fortunately and unfortunately, they have just begun to raise their expectations for the future again.

That nightmare seems to have gone away!

It strikes again!

Herbert was awakened by the continuous ringing of the bell.

"what the hell!"

Herbert, who couldn't stand it anymore, thought this was another trick done by Zelandia.

But out of the habit of a former Silver Moon Knight, Herbert stood up immediately.

And the next moment, he realized something was wrong!

The ground was shaking constantly.

At the same time, the roars of the jackals began to be heard outside the tent:

"The lord has an order! All adult males! Put on your equipment and assemble quickly under the northern tower!

"The lord has an order! All adult males! Put on your equipment and assemble quickly under the northern tower!

"The orcs are attacking!!!"

When Herbert heard the first sentence, he felt a sense of suffocation in his blood, and at the same time, his heart couldn't help but sink!

Could it be

And just after the last four words fell into his ears, Herbert felt that the tight string in his head had broken! He felt chills all over his body!

He just felt like he was being haunted by a nightmare!

"Why!

"We just moved south to avoid the invasion of orcs!

"This is only the first day, is that nightmare going to happen again?

"Is our whereabouts being followed by orcs?"

He thinks this is very likely to happen.

"Anthony! Sarah! Wake up! Wake up!"

Herbert shook his wife and children awake immediately.

"Dad, my God! When are you asking me to take a nap? Why is it so noisy?"

Anthony had just dreamed that he was accepted as an apprentice by the Archmage, and he was learning how to use the fireball technique when his father woke him up! It made him collapse!

'I can't even have a sweet dream!'

As soon as the words "Flee with me" came to his lips, Herbert was suddenly stunned.

Lupo is dead

There was no way they could escape again.

Even if he snatches a jackal giant lizard and escapes, it is impossible for another Knights of the Silver Moon to come to the rescue.

And at this moment, a heavily armed jackal who looked like an iron can suddenly opened the tent chain and stuffed a set of simple breastplates, a long sword and a round shield into Herbert's arms, giving an irresistible order.

road:

"Herbert, the former Teutonic Knight of Silvermoon City! You have been temporarily recruited by Zeelandia as the ten-man leader of the Minas Tirith City Guard Militia. Please go to the northern tower to assemble immediately! Others, take refuge to the west.

!There is someone to help you over there!"

Herbert looked at the breastplate and sword in his arms and opened his mouth.

'yes

'Herbert, when did you become so afraid of orcs?

'Is it just because the buckler in his hand was chopped into pieces by an orc with an ax and he fell off his horse?'

This time, if I run away, where can I go?

If they escape again, where will they find shelter?

He suddenly took a deep breath.

Then he put his legs together, clenched his fists and beat his chest, saluted the Jackal with a Silver Moon Knight salute, and said hoarsely:

"Herbert, the former Teutonic Knight of Silvermoon City and the ten-man captain of the current Minas Tirith City Guard Militia, obeys your will!

"Fight for Zeelandia!

"Fight for Minas Tirith!"

"Welcome, warrior!" The gnoll grinned, knocked on his plate armor hard, and turned around to leave.

Only then did Herbert have the courage to turn around and look at his wife and children, who were still in a daze as if they couldn't believe it. He smiled with red eyes:

"Sarah! Anthony! Wait for me to come back!"

After saying this, he picked up his coat, opened the curtain, and rushed into the cold north wind.

"Daddy!!!"

"Herbert!"

His wife chased him out of the tent, calling his name.

Herbert's footsteps paused, but he did not look back.

Because he didn't know if he would have the courage to set foot on the battlefield again after having neglected his sword skills for more than ten years.

But what he was waiting for was not his wife’s plea, but

"Dear! You must come back safely! I, Sarah, am proud of you."

Herbert smiled with relief, raised the sword in his hand, and strode away towards the north.

Looking at Herbert's back as he walked away, Sara covered her mouth and began to sob.

Anthony felt a rush of blood surge into his heart, and he wished he could pick up the hunting ax and go into battle with his father.

But he knew that if he acted randomly, it would only distract his father. What he had to do at the moment was to protect his mother.

Herbert, who had already walked far away, held the cold sword blade between his teeth, put the buckler on his wrist first, put on the only warm coat, and put on the standard bra that didn't fit very well with some awkwardness.

Kai, then he took the standard long sword back into his hand and tried the feeling of slashing.

This is also an essential quality for a veteran—that is, becoming familiar with the weapon in your hand in the shortest possible time.

On the battlefield, no matter how much preparation you make, you may not be able to improve your chances of winning, but any negligence will cost you your life.

Perhaps it was the sudden drop in temperature that started at night that made Herbert calm down quickly.

It was only then that Herbert noticed.

At this time, the North has not yet engaged in the war?

Under this night, the entire camp was already brightly lit, and everyone was arranging their weapons in an orderly manner.

There were also many militiamen who were temporarily recruited like him. Some were frightened, some were confused, some were afraid, or some were determined to walk out of each tent, and like rainwater flowing into a river, they rushed towards the north together.

A few figures among them are particularly eye-catching.

A majestic tauren that was nine feet tall, carrying two homemade totem poles, and holding an exaggeratedly large long-handled battle axe.

Beside him was a shield warrior armed to the teeth, and beside him was a mountain barbarian warrior riding a giant bear and strutting around.

Not far away, there was a naked orc, and behind him, eight warriors of different races were following him step by step.

What surprised Herbert even more was that the eight young warriors actually called the orc "Papa Droru"

They actually have a father-son relationship???

And soon his attention turned to the large army that began to march.

The dwarves who were carving on the cliff during the day now looked like the gnolls, like moving iron ingots.

Although there are not many in number, only five hundred, they are as strong as mountains.

Behind them were the jackals who had also completed their army formation.

There were also only six hundred of them in number, and for some unknown reason, they did not mount their giant lizard mounts.

'It seems that they are preparing to fight a defensive war, but the number is still too small!'
To be continued...