The dark winter night was cold and silent.
Silver Moon City was like a gigantic beast, quietly crawling under the dark night sky.
The Eastern Army outside the city was constantly mobilizing, gathering almost all the soldiers outside the South Gate.
This kind of movement naturally couldn't be hidden from the half-elves in the city. Of course, Marquis Vincent didn't intend to hide it.
At this point, the two sides had completely laid their cards on the table.
Colin had dug a hole and provoked, "Come on in!"
Marquis Vincent's response was, "Come on in then!"
Colin was worried about his hometown in the Northern Frontier, so he didn't want to continue wasting time.
Marquis Vincent simply couldn't afford to waste time.
With this kind of tacit understanding, the two sides finally prepared to meet force with force in a duel.
Of course, overall, the situation was more favorable to the half-elves.
But the Eastern Army had no choice but to fight. They didn't have a better choice, having a city gate was better than climbing the wall.
Of course, Marquis Vincent knew that there would be a large number of soldiers stationed at the south gate. Furthermore, the Black Guards that were wandering around could attack from behind at any moment.
But he was still willing to give it a try.
The Black Cavalry certainly wouldn't choose to fight at night. The darkness would seriously weaken their fighting strength.
So, as long as they broke through the blockade of the South Gate before dawn, the Sky Horse Legion would be able to capture Silvermoon City and turn defeat into victory.
The moonlight was cold and the atmosphere gradually became oppressive.
Near midnight, the South Gate of Silvermoon City finally burst into flames, followed by a burst of battle cries.
Not long after, the stones blocking the gate were moved away little by little, revealing a dark and gloomy gate. It was unknown whether it led to hell or heaven.
Marquis Vincent's eyes instantly became incomparably fierce as he loudly ordered, "Pass the order of our army, attack the city!"
Woo …
The bugle sounded, and the sleeping earth seemed to wake up in an instant.
Countless soldiers of the Eastern Army shouted their slogans and rushed to the South Gate.
The final battle had officially drawn the curtain.
As expected, the soldiers of the Eastern Region who had just rushed into the city immediately ran into the half-elven army that was waiting for them.
Countless arrows fell like a rainstorm, turning the narrow corridor into a meat grinder, constantly strangling the Eastern Army's forces.
However, as soon as their comrades in the front fell, the soldiers of the Eastern Region rushed forward again. They were like tireless, fearless beasts, crazily rushing toward the half-elves' position.
At the same time, the soldiers of the Eastern Region outside the city were still setting up ladders on the southern wall, trying to send more troops into the city.
But at the top of the city wall, they suffered a stubborn counterattack from the Half-Elves.
Colin's strategy was to only leave the eastern gate as the entrance to the city. This way, he could control the number of troops the other side sent into the city, so that the Gnomes wouldn't be able to deal with it.
As for the South City Wall, it could not be lost yet.
At the very least, it couldn't be lost so early.
Queen Aisha also understood that tonight's battle was the final battle, so she personally came to the south gate to boost the morale of the gnomes.
Even Vera had followed him. She was hiding in the rear, constantly casting spells to kill the Eastern Army that was rushing in from the South Gate.
At this time, the corpses of the Southern Army had piled up into a small hill, so much so that the Eastern Army had to climb over the corpses of their comrades in order to rush into the enemy's position.
The wanton flow of blood converged into a stream, showing the fragility and cheapness of life.
Seeing that his men were still unable to break through the blockade of the South City Gate, Marquis Vincent became more and more anxious.
He knew that in this battle, there was no way out.
Therefore, the Marquis of the Eastern Region ignored his men's dissuasion and personally led his guards to rush into the South City Gate.
Marquis Vincent's personal appearance greatly boosted the morale of the Pegasus Legion. After all, he was the eldest son of the House of Saint Prospero and the future Lord of the Eastern Region.
Such identity and reputation was enough to make countless soldiers of the Eastern Region die for him.
The pressure on the gnomes suddenly increased.
Finally, after more than three hours of bloody battle, the Eastern Army finally completely occupied the South City Gate. But for this, they also paid an unimaginable number of casualties.
The South City Gate was lost, and soon, the South City Wall gradually fell into the control of the Eastern Army.
However, the battle was still not over.
Next, there was a more dangerous and cruel street battle.
The half-elves turned the familiar streets of Silvermoon City into a place filled with deadly dangers.
Inside the wooden houses, spears were constantly thrusting out, stabbing the soldiers of the Eastern Region to the ground.
Arrows were shot from various hidden corners, making it impossible for the Eastern Army to guard against.
The Eastern Army, who were still immersed in the joy of occupying the South City Gate, suddenly suffered a blow.
The tenacity of the gnomes calmed them down, and they gradually realized that if they really wanted to occupy the city, they would have to pay a more tragic price.
At this time, Marquis Vincent was already standing on the tower of the South City Gate. The battle just now had left him covered in blood, and there were several gaps in his armor. Obviously, he was injured.
But at this time, he didn't care about these things.
Marquis Vincent summoned a messenger and ordered: "Tell the soldiers not to be too entangled with the defenders, quickly pass through the South City area, and capture the Half Elven Palace as soon as possible!"
"Yes!"
"In addition, inform the camp outside the city to mobilize another ten thousand people into the city!"
"Yes!"
But at this time, Viscounts Orston quickly dissuaded: "Sir Marquis, the army outside the city can't be moved lightly! Don't forget, the Black Cavalry still hasn't appeared. "
Marquis Vincent's eyes seemed to be on fire, and he fiercely said:
"Of course I know the Black Cavalry hasn't moved! But as long as we occupy the palace first, and capture Queen Aisha, Viscount Angley, and the others, the Black Cavalry will naturally surrender without a fight! "
Viscounts Orston's mouth moved, and he wanted to persuade him again, but he saw Marquis Vincent's cold gaze suddenly turn towards him, and he ordered: "Viscounts Orston, I give you until dawn to lead the army to occupy the palace. If you can't complete the mission, don't come back to see me!"
"Yes …" Viscounts Orston's expression was gloomy, and he could only accept the order and leave.
Marquis Vincent stood on the city wall of Silvermoon City, looking at the pitch-black night sky outside the city, and muttered to himself: "Viscount Angley, how long are your Black Cavalry going to hide?"
At the same time, Colin was standing on the palace wall, looking at the flames and screams in the South City area, but his heart was extremely cold.
This time, in order to quickly finish off the Pegasus Army, his plan had indeed caused the gnomes to suffer heavy casualties.
But he didn't regret it.
This was a battlefield of life and death, and there was no room for too much benevolence.
Moreover, the gnomes indeed needed such a bloody battle to rise from the ashes.
At most, Colin would compensate this race in the future.
Of course, this was on the premise that this race would continue to follow his footsteps and fight for him.
Looking away, Colin no longer paid attention to the battle in Silvermoon City.
Because the moment that would determine victory and defeat would come next.
Whoosh!
An eastern border soldier who had rushed near the palace raised his head in shock, and saw a black shadow spreading its huge bat wings, suddenly rising from the palace wall, and flying out of Silvermoon City.
Just as he was in a daze, a sharp arrow suddenly shot out from a dark corner, piercing his throat.
"Huff … Huff …"
As he fell to the ground, the eastern border soldier was still thinking …
Was that figure an angel, or a devil?
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