Chen Muyun's somewhat quiet eyes were sweeping over the wooden texture growing on the podium and the brass nameplate nailed on it. The strong wind outside swept the clouds and waves, rushing like a sea of ​​rushing mountains and seas, and ice rain washed the deck and rustled.

The air was filled with a cold and pungent sea breeze, which was the unique etheric smell on the Aitalia Kūū, filled with strong active wind elements.

In his ears, the slight noisy sound in the crystal gradually connected into a piece, making a rustling sound, but the sound gradually became clear and turned into a low call:

"Call 573, call 573."

The communication officer was looking up in surprise. The cabin was silent, and then everyone couldn't help but cheer - the communication finally resumed, and some even hit each other.

Chen Muyun only picked up his communication crystal and replied calmly: "This is Ship 573, Xingmen Port. Please tell me if you receive it."

...

Then there were more sounds, like messages transmitted by magic, passing through the vast sea of ​​air, and the encrypted bytes were gathering at every point through the network covering the world.

"Aquette, Arquette," Merryfin pushed open the door, the inscription ring on her beard trembled, her eyes widened, "Why are you still here? Get packed up and leave, they are about to attack."

"I know, don't you see that I'm not cleaning up," Arquette's beard and hair was messy, and he grabbed his hair with his hands. He had a large roll of parchment paper in one hand, and an unfinished flexible structure in his hand. His round eyes swept around the house, as if he was thinking about what he had forgotten.

"Oh, Plan 14, Plan 14, let me see where it is..."

Arquette was walking around the room, but Meriffin outside the door rushed in so anxiously that he dropped the things in his hand, and said angrily: "It's time? I don't have time to bring you these, so I'll save my life first!"

As he said that, he dragged his old friend out of the house.

"You're crazy," Arquette screamed immediately: "Those are my babies, my design drawings, and the finalized plan for the second type of Battle Fairy, no! If you let me go back, I will die with them even if I die!"

"No one cares about your things, you should care about the present first. If they succeed, the entire northern border will be turned into ashes, and it will be like the past..."

Meriffin closed his mouth, seemingly reluctant to mention the three words, and he said in a low voice: "Anyway, if the worst happens, your things are worthless, and you can't take them anywhere."

"No," Arquette grabbed his hair, and of course he knew this: "Those are my hard work. Are we going to have no choice? How come we can't hold on to it all the time, what about our people?"

"They controlled the city guards, as well as the gray knights, and the Silver Wind Knights did not know what crazy they did. They have not moved yet. I think it is a lot of danger," replied Meriffin, "There are some monsters in the city. I think they have created them. The front line can no longer stand it. There are only a hundred people from the battle department of the General Association, and only a few of you and me, as well as the staff of the Chamber of Commerce and the staff of the major temples. Together, there are only so many people."

"These damn humans," Arquette roared and cursed in a muffled voice: "I had known that the fence-bearing grass of the Silver Wind Knights were untrustworthy. I wanted the Silver Helmet Guard to come to this place and slap these clowns. How dare they attack this place? This is the territory of the Dwarves of Ishurien!"

"They are just being controlled. Besides, that little guy is not a human," Merryfin reminded at the right time: "And you can't wait for the Silver Helmet Guard. They are still in Elderon, and it will take at least one or two months to wait here."

"In the name of Taros' forging hammer, I swear to these people," Arquette punched the wall with a grumpy temper. "Why didn't that boy remind us earlier?"

"Ed is not easy..." Merryfin shook his head, "He had been in some trouble before, and we couldn't help him. Listen, Aquette, this is the order above, and now there is no energy to defend the craftsmen anymore. They are now going to gather everyone together to see if they can attack the city hall before they hold the ceremony. This is a desperate bet and our only chance."

"What!?" Arquette was shocked: "Give up the headquarters, no no, no, that's not a joke. The dwarf of Kaurin-Ishurien has never lost any place for hundreds of years, never!"

"But I can't care about those now, old man."

"Where are our reinforcements, didn't that little guy send a radio to the entire northern border in the Tower of Stars and Moons? Didn't they know that the crystal is left in this place? What about the others, what about the reinforcements from other places?"

Meriffin shook his head and corrected: "It's the entire Kaurin-Ishurien, but it's useless, there are no reinforcements anymore. The entire northern border is in chaos. The gray knights have been operating in this place for a long time. Now the Crow Claw Temple is mobilizing its forces from the entire northern border. They have declared war on the elected."

"Declare war!?" The old dwarf's eyes widened.

He hasn't heard of this term in many years.

Meriffin took out a gray crystal and said, "You can listen to it yourself."

The crystal lit up slightly in his hands, and a noisy sound came from it:

"...This is the Knights of Passionate Heart. Our guild has been attacked by enemies of unknown origin. Our location is in the south of the Traveler's Swamp, close to Olpek. Can anyone nearby support us..."

"Brothers of the Knights of Passionate Heart, please stick with it. We are moving closer to your direction. This is the North Wind Scream Guild, stay in touch..."

"Everyone, the coordinates A829431 and H218000 found an army with unknown movements, which may be a garrison from the direction of the traveler's rest."

"The call has no answer, the other party's purpose is unclear. Be careful that it may not be a friendly army..."

"North Wind Scream Guild, another fleet leaped in the north of your opponent. Can you see it?"

"Where is Yuechen's fleet?"

"The call has no answer..."

"This is the 11th team of Silver Forest Spears. We may not be able to arrive at the scheduled assembly area on time," the rustling sound followed by a curse: "NMSL."

Arquette was slightly stunned and pointed out, "Wait, I've heard this sound."

Meriffin rolled his eyes: "Isn't it time to care about this now? Haven't you noticed that the northern border is already in chaos. They have opened the passage of the two worlds, those monsters... By the way, what are their names..."

"Shadowman."

"Yes, Shadowman, those monsters have passed through this passage and temporarily teleported their fleet to this world." Meriffin waved his hand and said, "There are no reinforcements anymore. The Selected Ones can't take care of themselves. They may not be able to arrive in time."

Arquette was stunned for a long time: "Then my research is completely over?"

"Damn, you're still caring about this," Merryfin pulled her beard in anger. "Now we can only count on ourselves."

"... Maybe that kid will come to help us," Arquette said blankly: "Do you still remember what he did in Fenris?"

"Shut up, Arquette, the dwarf's face has been thrown away."

"Okay, okay," Arquette saw that his friend was really angry, and quickly raised his hand to surrender: "But we really only have this little power in our hands? Have you forgotten one person?"

"One person, who?" Merryfin's face suddenly changed: "Aquette, are you crazy?"

But the dwarf thrust his chin in that direction, "No, he's here."

A black shadow flew in from the window in front, flapping its wings and parked on the windowsill, raised its long eyebrows, and looked at the two of them with their heads tilted.

"Good evening, Miss Jisid."

"It's a lady, Ms. Jisid," said the owl who was parked on the windowsill with a strange voice. "It's so strange. It's very rude for you dwarves to always get other people's titles."

She lowered her head, untied a piece of paper tied to the ring of her legs with her sharp beak, and threw it over: "This is the letter from that lord. It's so strange. Why do you want me to deliver the letter? I'm not an owl messenger."

No, you are.

The two dwarves thought at the same time, and they looked at each other before bent down to pick up the letter.

...

"Bang--"

"Bang--"

The sound of hitting the door was getting louder and louder. Every time the impact was hit, the wooden boards groaned in pain, and dust fell down, as if the door and the furniture blocked behind would collapse at any time.

"bump--"

Another heavy impact made the little girl hiding behind the magic mango tremble for a moment. The young man holding the sword turned around and comforted the little girl. His bright eyes looked at the others in the dark.

The male owner and his family were snuggling up to each other and hid in the corner. His wife and eldest daughter were trembling, but the man was still looking at the direction of the door quite calmly.

Magic Mango touched the little girl's head and whispered: "Go to your family."

The little girl looked extremely pale and looked at him hesitantly.

"Don't worry," Magic Mango softened his voice, and he compared the sword in his hand: "We have weapons, we will protect you."

The little girl looked at him, then bit her lip and nodded, and took a step to run towards the other side, but her legs were weak and she could hardly stand. The magic mango gently held her behind her.

"When the battle happens later," Magic Mango first looked at his companions, and then said to the male owner's family: "You can find a way to escape from this place, and we will try our best to buy you time..."

"Sir..." The male owner protected his daughter with one hand and whispered.

"You don't have to ask why," replied Magic Mango, "...We have caused you a lot of trouble on weekdays, but this is your home and ours. We have not brought you any good memories, but at least this time, we may be able to do something for it."

"mango……"

The other person couldn't help but speak.

But Magic Mango looked over and shook his head gently: "Do you think we can escape? But we can at least return to the Star Gate, but what will happen to them?"

He paused: "Look at their eyes, don't you have an answer in your heart?"

The man remained silent.

At this time, there was another heavy muffled sound, and a sour cracking sound was made on the door, as if the door frame had deformed under the impact.

A chair that was blocking it rolled down from above.

Magic Mango glanced at that direction, paused for a moment before saying in a deep voice: "The Grey Knights killed everyone. Do you see the fire outside? They want to turn this place into white land.

When the rebels stood up, we couldn't stand up, but these demons were outside now. Do you think they could let us go?"

Magic Mango's tone slowed down: "Enough people have died. Don't you want to be heroes once? Maybe we have already lost all those things, but in the end we are still a little unwilling to accept it."

He raised his sword and threw his sword over. "The plain experience of the summoner is enough. I hope at least many years later, you can still remember our choices at this moment. This may be an explanation for ourselves. When we are elected, we must leave something."

The long sword fell to the ground with a loud voice:

"We can respond to the call at the last moment and die here, but we are still glorious even if we die..."

The man was silent for a moment before bent down to pick up his sword.

Magic Mango pulled out another short sword and held it in his palm, then looked at the insignia of his neckline. He seemed to still remember the excitement he had when he obtained such an insignia, but it had long become a thing of the past.

He raised his other hand and gently wiped his summoner's emblem.

The others in the house looked at each other, but did not answer, but made the same move.

All the things that once seemed extremely precious to them seemed less important at this moment, but everything they were pursuing in their hearts seemed more and more real.

Some people may have forgotten why they come-
To be continued...