For the Silvermoon immigrants who had only just arrived, everything they witnessed that day was absolutely worth remembering for the rest of their lives.
From the hopes that had first lured them aboard this pirate ship, to the disappointment and despair upon reaching the banks of the Surbrin River; from the hope rekindled by their westward migration, to the shock of watching the camp's construction unfold like a grand magical performance; then the reluctance at being told to work, and finally the satisfaction of drinking that rich bone-and-meat soup.
Thus, that night, most of the immigrants, exhausted in both body and mind, went to sleep early—and slept deeply.
And the hours before dawn were also when most creatures were least vigilant and slept most soundly.
If they had still been at the northern ranches of Silvermoon City, many of them would likely have ended their lives in such sweet dreams.
Yet both fortunately and unfortunately, they had only just begun to hope for the future again.
That nightmare which had seemed so far away!
Came crashing down upon them once more!
Herbert was awakened by the unceasing tolling of bells.
"What the hell is this!"
Unable to bear it any longer, Herbert had thought this was another one of Zelandia's pranks.
But out of habit from his days as a Silvermoon Knight, Herbert still sprang out of bed at once.
Then, in the next instant, he sensed that something was wrong!
The ground was constantly trembling.
At the same time, the Gnolls outside the tent began roaring: "By the lord's order! All adult men! Equip yourselves and assemble beneath the northern tower at once! "By the lord's order! All adult men! Equip yourselves and assemble beneath the northern tower at once! "Orcs are attacking!!!"
The moment Herbert heard the first