The night falls quietly.

The clouds obscured the moonlight, and it has been like this in recent days. The abundant and warm water vapor comes from south to north every year at this time of year, colliding with the cold air down the south of the quiet and heavy ridge in the north of Amasil, forming a long period of rainfall.

The rain had already fallen a few times a few days ago, and it was considered the vanguard of the following rainy season. There was nothing strange about this.

But for Cyril, this is not a favorable situation.

Although the dark night had no effect on him, it was quite troublesome to the new army in Siliki. In the chaotic night, the training level that newcomers without combat experience could perform is estimated to be less than one.

The bigger problem is that the missing piece of the city wall is undoubtedly an open door for the enemy.

If the commander of the Vad family is smart enough, he will choose to enter Somi City directly from this gap after the daytime investigation is completed.

Somi City was a small strategic castle, but it had a small amount of troops to quickly support the Osaint Emma people when they launched an attack on the eastern forest. After changing to a city where they lived normally, the population was still very small, and the number of troops stationed was the smallest among the three cities.

For a noble elite soldier, even if they only have one hundred people, as long as they can enter the city from the broken corner, they can still steadily eat the city.

At this time, Atsk, Baron Gene and the mercenaries who fought with the magic plains together. Now the newly compiled first Siliki City Defense is guarding the gap in the city wall. They have enough experience, and Atsk, who graduated from the Solkonan Military Academy, also has a certain ability to deal with night attacks.

The number of nearly 100 people in the first part can also ensure that they will not be destroyed by the enemy in an instant.

The remaining new troops were listed on the walls of Cyril, facing the northern jungle, and were swiftly watching in batches. The torches illuminated the faces of the recruits, and it was gratifying that the excitement on their faces was far greater than fear.

Most of the elves of the Dawn Tour team are concentrated in this area. Their keen insight can help inexperienced newcomers discover the movements of the enemy.

After discussing with Atsk, Cyril became more convinced that this would not be a safe night, and Atsk said:

"I think with the cold and ruthless style of the Palanians, after a long journey, they will definitely be like a hungry old man who kicks open the widow's house."

And it turns out that he is right.

The not-so-gent night wind swept through the jungle in the distance, causing the leaves to rustle, and then brushed across the seemingly quiet city. Meng Fei stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the wind, put it in front of his nose and sucked it deeply, then called the strange look on his face.

"Sir, there is a smell of blood in the wind, they are here."

"The smell of blood?"

Cyril listened with his ears, but he did not hear any sounds belonging to light armor. So it seems that the other party is wearing leather armor? Is this a scout unit?

But he saw that Memphira's expression became more and more serious. The elves' ability to see is not just eye and hearing. At this moment, she obviously got much more information from the wind than Cyril got:

"It's very strong smell of blood. They should have carried out a killing not long ago... They are approaching, getting closer, getting closer, and soon... the whole army is on guard!"

Memphira suddenly raised her hands and shouted, causing the soldiers who were bored in the dark night to be energized. They pinched the sword and shield in their hands and stared at the darkness below with concentration.

Cyril felt even more confused. Logically speaking, Memphira could catch the opponent's rapid approaching. This marching speed should have a lot of movement. However, the auditory wind technique still did not bring him any feedback from the sound - after all, he could only listen to the natural night wind, and did not have the ability to sweep a strong wind to detect hundreds of meters away.

When did the Palanians have such elite scouts? Those furious guys let them play in the flying thief who is not even as good as halflings-

Or are they not Palanians?

The moment this idea appeared, it occupied Cyril's entire mind. He took two steps to grab the city wall, exhausted his eyes and looked into the distance, and finally saw a few blurry dots at the end of his sight, which seemed to be touching towards the city wall.

"Caroline, northeastward, let your cats and dogs go and investigate." Cyril said in a deep voice. The latter had been whispering to Alina before, and nodded to him immediately, then closed his eyes, and controlled her "companion" with all his strength-

Cyril only saw two white shadows running in the direction he said, they were too small and disappeared in the blink of an eye. He leaned against Caroline and heard the girl muttering:

"There is a stone over there, jump over... Oh, Naike, you are so stupid. Let Inu perform for you and see how Inu dances! OK, you are great too..."

She focused on her skeletons, as if she was training two little lives, which sounded so interesting. Not long after, Caroline opened her eyes and said:

"Okay, you see them, yeah...they are so big...ah, Cyril, when are you staring at me?"

The little girl was startled and almost jumped down through the shooting hole of the battlement. Cyril hurriedly grabbed her and asked:

"Have you found them?"

"Finished, found, they... Oh, they are going to run away again, I'll tell you, they don't wear clothes, they all look so fierce, and they have tattoos on their bodies..."

Don't wear clothes? So fierce? Have a tattoo? So big?

Cyril couldn't tell for a moment how much of it was Caroline's exaggeration, but the lack of clothes made him confused - what army would not wear clothes? The savage? Or the water monkey that popped out of the Ellegin River?

These messy thoughts were soon thrown aside by him: they passed through the Black Forest and came from the north, related to Palania, naked and tall…

Wait! Could this group of people be...

Northland barbarians?

Just as he thought of this, he heard Caroline say "ah" softly, then open his eyes pitifully and look at Cyril: "Inu is trampled."

Cyril reached out and rubbed her face: "Next time I pinch a big dog, remember who stepped on it and bite it back."

The little girl nodded vigorously, and Cyril had called a recruit, asking him to immediately take this guess to the city wall at the break and convey it to Atsk.

He held his chin and imagined the way forward that the other party might choose...

This was 1440. According to time, the barbarians in the North were indeed likely to be captured by the Palanyans.

If the opponent is really a savage from the North, they will definitely choose to enter from the break. The savage from the North is brave and good at fighting, but lacks certain battlefield insights...

Then he reached out and tapped the bricks twice:

"Prepare and open the city gate."
Chapter completed!