As Vincent watches his friend Lambert grow farther and farther away, his unease grows. He


    pulls a scroll from his backpack and prepares to summon his own flying mount.


    A sudden wave of magical energy behind him startled Vincent. Looking back, he saw a vertical


    ripple created behind him and Archmage Thomas stepping out of it.


    "Well, have we started?" The Archmage looked into the distance and nodded. "This fog is


    indeed a blessing from God Greafury."


    "That is nature, and we shall prevail." Grand Duke Murray continued: "Moonport is the city of


    victory!"


    Vincent was wondering, since when did the Archmage start saying things like "blessed by the


    gods"? Since the fall of the magic gods thousands of years ago, the mage has not believed


    in gods for a long time.


    "Discovered! "Grand Duke Murray says suddenly. Vincent looked in the direction indicated by


    the Archduke. A beam of the morning sun from the mountains dispersed much of the mist,


    and the giants began to prepare for the charging cavalry.


    "Ka sputters... Mikasage..." Thomas, the Archmage, suddenly uttered a spell. Vincent heard it.


    It was a heat radiation spell with increased range. A flash of golden light fell from the sky and


    exploded in the middle of the giants'' line. For a moment, the giants'' clothes and large pockets


    were on fire, and they were beating each other with all their might to extinguish the flames.


    But the magic fire from the archmage was not so easy to solve, and many of the giants began


    to roll on the ground, and for a moment the dust filled the ground and the earth shook.


    "Kasha Tosa... Lichterex..." Seeing that the cavalry had approached the gathering place of the


    giants, the archmage uttered a second spell of distance increase, and there was a continuous


    flash of light, constantly bursting through the giants, and at once a strong and sudden burst


    of light threw the giants into disarray. Many of the giants covered their eyes in pain, while


    others dashed in panic, toppling their companions to the ground.


    The soldiers of Moonport City rushed in just at that moment, and a torrent of cavalry broke


    through the haze in an instant, and with a fierce whirlwind of battle ran unimpeded through


    the ranks of the terrified giants. At once the sharp lance pierced the pillar of the enemy''s leg,


    and the great giant fell heavily to the ground, a victim of the trampling of steel hooves.


    The cavalry rushed in and knocked over so many of the enemies that the dust that rose behind


    them could barely catch the pace of the horses, and mingled with the dust that the giants


    had carried with them.


    "Ka Sa Sa Tosa... Nentpushi, Fur! '' The third spell of Augmentation, the interlocking Fireball


    explosion is released out. The giants, already in a mess, were hit the hardest, as a series of


    exploding fireballs erupted around them, followed by the cavalryman''s lance. Under this


    double blow, the giants chose the most correct tactic and retreated...


    At that moment, from the castle of Moonhaven, came the loud sound of trumpets. This is a


    huge magical object called the Victory Horn, which was built along with the main castle of


    Moonhaven. It amplifies the sound of one man''s voice over the entire battlefield and can be


    heard from ten kilometers away, but those close by are also protected from being deafened


    by the loud noise. Now, in the midst of the great trumpet, came the tune of "triumphant


    return." The distant horsemen heard the call, and turned their horses back towards the city.


    Not long after disengagement, a huge stone burst from a distance and fell from the sky like


    a shower of meteorites. Vincent held his breath nervously as he saw it. The cavalry of


    Moonport City, however, split into three parts at that moment, and immediately dispersed to


    avoid the possible point of falling rock. After a continuous roar, about twenty of the horsemen


    were smashed to pieces by the rolling boulders.


    The rest of the horsemen returned safely to the city, and although their victory was not perfect


    due to the death of their comrades at the last moment, they were proud of their victory over


    more than thirty giants.


    Vincent nervously searched the crowd until he saw the figure of his friend. Lambert looked


    discomfited. His armor was broken in several places, his helmet was missing, and his bloodstained hair hung down tightly to his scalp. Lambert''s protective magical energy has


    disappeared, leading Vincent to conclude that he must have been hit by a boulder.


    Fortunately, Lambert is back alive.


    Healing wounds is not something a mage can help with. By the time the priest of Greafury''s


    temple came along and used his magic, Vincent had summoned a ghost horse and rode off


    to the battle. He was going to the field to see the deployment of the giants and the loss.


    Using Shadow Horse''s ability to bend the light and somewhat obscure the shadow, Vincent


    zoomed over the scene of the battle. The bodies of some thirty giants lie sprawled on the


    ground, some of them the perfect fuel for Thomas''s fire magic, and a sickening smell of


    burning flesh fills the air over the battlefield. Vincent frowned, lowered his altitude a little, and


    looked closely at the giants'' race and equipment.


    The thirty dead giants are all mountain giants. Vincent had doubts about this. According to


    many observations and reports from the areas where battles had taken place, this time the


    army of giants, the stone Giants and the hill Giants, were about equal in number. They are


    always mixed in groups, and whether they are harassing on a small scale or launching


    purposeful attacks on certain counties or towns, the hybrid attack of the two giants is their


    most common tactic. But for now, only the hill Giants, who are good at melee fighting, are


    seen. What about the stone Giants, who are good at long-range throwing, who did not


    You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story.survive the attack unscathed?


    The final rain of boulders must have been the work of the hidden stone giants, but why did


    they suddenly change their normal life, suddenly leave the service of the mountain giants,


    secretly ran to the outside of the camp to start anew?


    The sacks of several giants were scattered on the ground. Such pockets were the home of a


    family of giants. Because of their huge size, it is difficult for them to find suitable


    accommodation, so they carry their belongings in their pockets and move around.


    Vincent takes a general look at the items scattered out of the bag: several big swords, a few


    pieces of blackened meat, some fruit, and even some huge combs. But there were no stones.


    A large number of stones in the bag was a necessary preparation for the battle of the giants.


    They always collected stones of good size and easy to hold, and used them to fight. But there


    was not a single stone in sight. What did the giants want? Did they want to shake the rock


    walls of Moonport City with their fists?


    There was a dull sound of footsteps all around him, and Vincent knew that other giants were


    closing in. He turned his horse''s head and left the field before he could be seen.


    Back on the walls, the mage recovers the Shadow Mount. Duke Murray is laughing and


    Thomas, the archmage at his side, is smiling too. Vincent did not know why they were so


    happy. Supposedly, the victory of the thirty Giants would do little to alleviate the crisis in


    Moonport. What was Duke Murray so happy about? Vincent took one look at the Master and


    felt a little sheepish. He had better not go. He saluted and went straight away.


    In the temple''s healing house, Lambert was sleeping peacefully. His arms and back were


    bandaged, and the wound on his head was bandaged. After the prayers and healing of the


    priests, he no longer felt pain, a tiredness had surrounded him, and a new rest was the


    quickest way for him to recover.


    Newton, the dwarf, was sitting by Lambert''s side, looking at his wounded friend in silence.


    The Wizard walked gently over to the Berserker and patted him on the shoulder. The Dwarf


    looked back at Vincent. ''If I had been by his side, he would not have been so badly hurt.''


    "Don''t worry, he will soon be all right." Vincent comforted the dwarves who could not go out


    with their comrades because they could not ride.


    "You can''t grow until you''ve been wounded. Like unwrought red iron, it cannot become a


    sharp axe." ''said the Dwarf slowly.


    "Newton, you must listen to what I say next." Vincent whispered softly to the dwarf''s ear, "I


    can''t help feeling that there is something wrong with this battle, though I still don''t know what


    it is. You must protect yourself and Lambert. Get out of the city if you have to. It''s too


    dangerous here. Mark my words."


    The Dwarf looked at the Wizard''s serious face, and though he was tempted to say that he


    would kill all the giants if he were in his place, he only nodded in earnest.


    Several of Greafury''s priests came toward him, carrying healing potions and herbs in their


    hands. Vincent did not want to deal with these people, so he got up and walked out of the


    temple.


    And so the first day of fighting passed.


    There were two moons hanging in the sky, one was the first quarter moon and the other was


    the last quarter moon. The cold moon shone on the Moon Port City, and the whole earth was


    covered with silver frost. The lighthouse in the dock area is still working. The red light


    penetrates the night, leaving a bright red light and shadow on the vast sea. There have been


    no ships for a long time now, but Moonport City is still waiting. When the battle is over, a


    large number of merchant ships will fill the sea tightly, bringing bustling trade vitality, that is


    the vitality of the Moon Port city.


    In the faint moonlight, the young mage is still standing on the city wall. He had not been able


    to sleep in the middle of the night. With his superior eyesight, Vincent is observing the giant


    in the distance. Some huge figures are busy there, and there is also a faint sound of pain from


    the branches and leaves of the trees as they are brought down. Clouds of smoke rise from


    the distance from time to time, which are the cover for the giant''s work. Tomorrow or the


    next day, the giants would attack in earnest.


    "Why aren''t you sleeping, young man?" ''An old voice came from behind Vincent. He looked


    over his shoulder. Grand Duke Murray was standing behind him in his nightgown and a cloak.


    "Are you awake, my Lord?" Vincent pointed to the giant in the distance. ''Those guys woke me


    up.''


    "Well, young man, I don''t deny that you have this mysterious power, but why should you


    worry? One must have confidence."


    "I don''t know, I''m not without confidence, but I''m a little puzzled," Vincent looked at Duke


    Murray''s white hair. "Where does your confidence come from?"


    ''My heart,'' he said. Grand Duke Murray stroked his heart with his right hand. "My heart is


    telling me I''m not going to lose, not this time."


    "You said I had mysterious powers, but for me, magic is not a mysterious power. It is


    something to be found." Vincent paused. Then he went on, ''But when it comes to the heart,


    that feeling, that ability to foresee, is the most mysterious power in the world. And I wouldn''t


    bet on that power."


    The mage glanced into the distance again, but the sudden arrival of dark clouds blocked the


    moonlight, and Vincent could not see that far. Turning to the Duke, he said, "I hope we can


    still win..."


    Duke Murray''s face turned serious. He stared coldly at the Wizard as he left. "Coward..." he


    whispered.


    The next day the sun came up and Moonport City was put on full alert. Every soldier and


    every inhabitant was busy, but the whole city was silent. You could not hear a word or a


    conversation, exactly. The only thing that wafted through the place was the whistling of the


    flag in the cold wind.