Tucker Fortress stands majestically on the northwest border of the Kingdom of Kevir, like an unsheathed sword pointing directly at the throat of the Povis Empire. This important military town guarding the border between the two countries not only enjoys the natural location of the vast plains, but also has a unique strategic location. It has become a battleground for military strategists - its military value even far exceeds that of St. Thomas City. If the Povis Empire can capture this fortress, it will be like obtaining the key to the door of Kovir. At that time, the cavalry can drive straight into the heart of the kingdom.
To this end, Kovir successive monarchs spent huge sums of money to build Tuck Fortress into an impregnable city: the towering city walls tower into the clouds, and elite troops are stationed all year round. For decades, this steel fortress has always stood like a mainstay, firmly blocking Poviss's tiger and wolf divisions from the country.
After two days of rushing, Yavi and his party finally saw the majestic Tuck Fortress. The towering city wall glowed with a cold metallic luster under the setting sun, like a sleeping steel beast. Herbert raised its arms and shouted to encourage the slightly tired soldiers. Everyone was refreshed and lined up to march towards the fortress.
On the city wall, Marquis Katz had already spotted the team. He waved his arms excitedly and shouted at Herbert at the top of his lungs, his voice floating in the wind. Herbert also He responded in such a loud voice, with the joy of meeting old friends appearing on his face. Beside Katz, his wife, three sons and a young girl stood quietly - that must be the Marquis' second daughter, Lucy.
Just when Herbert's team was about to arrive at the city gate, the giant fence of the fortress slowly rose, and the two old friends could clearly see each other's faces--
"Woo--"
On the western plain, a loud horn suddenly tore apart the tranquility.
Everyone's eyes were instantly attracted. On the horizon, a black army emerged like a tide, and the cold armor glowed coldly in the dusk. At the front, there was a cavalry in black armor. The ground shook as the horses galloped - they were the elite of Poviss, the frightening "Iron-Treading Battalion"!
Before the horn sounded, Katz and Herbert's faces instantly turned pale. The soldiers felt as if they were facing a powerful enemy, and there was a commotion up and down the city wall.
"Quick! Open the city gate! Let them in!" Katz ordered with a roar.
"Sir! Open the door now, the enemy cavalry will take the opportunity to rush in!" the adjutant tried to dissuade him urgently.
"Do you want me to watch my old friend die outside the city?!" Katz's eyes were red and his voice was almost tearing. The adjutant was speechless for a moment, so he could only grit his teeth and turn around and roar toward the city, "The whole army is ready for war! The enemy cavalry will be here in a blink of an eye - guard the city gate!"
The strong wind stirred up the sand and dust, and the sound of the iron hooves of the war horses approached like thunder. In the thin line between life and death, the Tuck Fortress soldiers clenched their weapons and stared at the sweeping black torrent...
Herbert sternly urged the team to rush into the fortress, and at the same time raised his head and roared at Katz on the city wall, "Katz! During the previous meeting, didn't the Liz city lord say that the Poviss people would not attack before the Winter Solstice?!"
Katz clutched the wall tightly and shouted back with a livid face, "How the hell do I know?! Who wouldn't want to spend the holidays in peace at this time in the past?!"
Complaints are complaints, Herbert knew that the situation was critical - the enemy's black-armored cavalry charged so fast that it was too late for everyone to evacuate into the fortress. He made a prompt decision and ordered the soldiers to line up to meet the enemy. Only by delaying the fight to the death could he buy time for his family to enter the city.
Yavi looked around: the hands of the soldiers holding the spears were trembling slightly, cold sweat broke out on his father's forehead, and the eldest brother Jace had tense masseter muscles. He jerked the reins and shouted to his family, "Father! Brother! You escort mother and sister-in-law into the city - I will stop them!"
Maya's face turned pale in an instant, and he grabbed his arm armor tremblingly. "No! I never agree!" Herbert and Jace also objected sternly, but Yavi's voice was unequivocal. "If no one stops the cavalry, we will all die here! A hundred tired soldiers fighting against Iron-Treading Battalion? That is a death! But I am different--" He thumped his breastplate hard, and the silver sword buzzed in its scabbard, "I am a demon hunter, and even more so a warlock! Only I can kill the blood and come back alive!"
Herbert and Jace were silent. They knew better than anyone else - when encountering a heavy cavalry charge on the plains, the hastily formed infantry would only be crushed into pulp.
Maya's tears rolled down, and his nails almost dug into Yavi's leather armor. "You just got home..." The sister-in-law held the frightened and crying child in her arms, but Mel suddenly took a step forward, with a hoarse but firm voice. "Believe him... This is our only way to survive."
Yavi looked deeply at the faces of each of his relatives, and finally said in Maya's tear-stained eyes, "Believe me." After saying that, he turned his horse's head sharply, and the moment the silver sword was unsheathed, the demon hunter badge trembled violently on his chest.
The lone knight was like an arrow, rushing towards the black torrent against the smoke and dust in the sky. Behind him, the fortress gate was slowly falling with the piercing sound of the winch, separating the cries and the sound of iron hoofs into two worlds.
Yavi rode forward alone, his silver sword drawing a cold arc in the dusk. Behind him was the slowly closing fortress gate, and in front of him were the Iron-Treading Battalion cavalry coming like a black tide.
Suddenly, the sky darkened--
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Poviss's archers launched the first round of volleys. The dense rain of arrows obscured the setting sun and poured down with screams of death. Yavi did not even blink an eyelid, and the charging speed of the war horse did not slow down at all. Just when the arrow was about to penetrate him, a light yellow light curtain suddenly appeared, deflecting all the deadly rain of arrows, making a crisp sound like rain hitting glass.
The silver sword in his hand began to buzz, and a looming light blue air flow wrapped around the sword, heaving like polar cold mist. In an instant, the demon hunter had rushed into the enemy's formation--
Like a drop of water falling into a boiling pan of oil.
The formation of the black-armored cavalry fluctuated slightly, and then returned to normal. The figure of Yavi was instantly submerged in the torrent of steel, as if it had never appeared. The defenders watching the battle on the city wall did not even have time to see what was happening. They only saw the black tide still surging forward, and the lonely figure had disappeared...
When Herbert and his party staggered up to the city wall, they happened to see Yavi rushing into the enemy formation.
Maya's hands suddenly covered her trembling lips, and her knuckles turned white from the exertion. Her pupils shrank violently, as if they were about to burst open, but she could not make a sound. Herbert's iron gloves The "clang" hit the battlements, cracks were created on the granite surface, and the weather-beaten face was now as pale as a corpse. Jace grabbed the sword tightly, veins popped out on the back of his hand, and the scabbard and the armor collided with each other, making a tiny trembling sound.
Katz The Marquis's lips moved and his Adam's apple rolled up and down, but he couldn't even squeeze out a complete syllable.