The sun burned brightly and blood dyed the world.
The battle on the city wall had already reached its climax.
The elf mages had spent the entire night and pieced together five wooden puppets at the price of 30% of the spellcasters not being able to participate in the battle the next day. With the long-range protection of the mages and the support of the arrow regiment, two of them were destroyed by the attack of Valentine's city defense at all costs, and three successfully arrived at the established location.
The bridge was built, and the warriors of both sides collided brazenly. The most tragic killing began.
On the command platform, the commander's eyes were as sharp as an eagle as he watched the situation of the three city walls from afar.