Historically, the abnormal chaotic tides in the southern territory of Taros were recorded as follows:

Storms formed from the edge of the continent. The dark side of the Sea of ​​Karnos surged in the endless abyss and broke through the boundaries of the world of order. The first surge of energy advanced northward from the southern Black Forest and destroyed all the land along the way. Forests twisted and withered, the earth rotted and became toxic, the climate became unbalanced, and the stars disappeared. Faced with unprecedented chaotic power, the kingdom's outposts and villages set up between the Black Forest and the buffer zone were almost turned into dead ground overnight. They didn't even have time to send news of the storm back to the fortress.

In the first attack, Black Crow Fortress experienced a day and night of deadly fighting. Due to the failure to receive an early warning, the kingdom's warriors suffered heavy losses. Before the rune shields and order barriers were raised, the Knights could only step forward to meet the enemy with flesh and blood and golden battle flags. The entire Second Brigade of the Black Blade Legion died on the defense line, with no one retreating; the Third and Fourth Brigades of the Black Crow Guard resisted the airstrike of the Chaos Storm on the city wall, and no one retreated even after the barrier was lit and the number of people was reduced by more than half; Earl Donald, the highest commander of the Black Crow Guard, died on the city wall, never retreating until his death.

The first round of storms finally subsided after a day and night.

Three days later, the second attack arrived...

Black and turbid giant pillars of smoke rammed and crashed across the earth like tornadoes. A dozen such tornadoes almost plowed the entire land outside the castle again. All traces left on the battlefield three days ago were shuffled, swallowed, and torn into finer gravel in the blink of an eye by these chaotic forces. Smoke and dust filled between the wind pillars, tearing out wisps of black stripes, flying in the air like the flags of the Chaos Legion. Beneath these flags, endless monsters were surging toward the bright beacon that stubbornly supported in the darkness—Black Crow Fortress.

The Tower of Tinder radiated brilliant white light, and a barrier formed by the power of order enveloped the Black Crow Fortress. Powerful divine runes wandered on every stone brick of the city wall. These holy things could prevent the breath of chaos from invading the city, but they could not stop those irrational monsters from launching suicidal attacks on the fortress again and again. The demons condensed from the smoke and dust had no blood, no tears, and no emotions. They were neither afraid of pain nor death. Only the deep-seated hatred for the world of order made them rush forward continuously, wave after wave, exploding into huge black flowers on the outer wall of the Black Crow Fortress.

With a piercing scream, a huge monster bird that looked like a skeleton appeared out of thin air from the darkness, and then slammed heavily on the order barrier outside the city wall. Almost half of its body was torn apart by the sacred power in an instant, but the remaining body still radiated a dark energy, and a grand explosion was set off outside the barrier. Immediately afterwards, more monsters crashed into the same position. Some of them simply used self-destruction to weaken the barrier, while others condensed all their energy into more powerful and effective magic attacks before the impact: Chaos Arrows formed by pure, primitive magical energy, equivalent to level six or higher spells among human wizards, the full blow of an intermediate wizard, but here they were splashed down like they didn't cost money. The white light patterns on the barrier dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye under continuous impact, and the originally orderly energy flow began to become disordered. When all this happened, the monitoring mage on a nearby watchtower had already issued a warning in a resonating voice:

"Team Three! Zone front left, 7-5A, weak point appearing!"

The warning could only be heard by soldiers in specific areas. Those who did not receive orders continued to fight in other areas, while the warriors who received the instructions rushed towards the weak point.

A moment later, a loophole appeared, and monsters wrapped in black smoke and poisonous mist poured onto the city wall along this loophole.

They were instantly impacted by the force field of order, and their whole bodies disintegrated into primitive energy at an alarming rate, but before they completely dissipated, they would cause irreparable and significant damage to the city wall.

Philip and his soldiers met them.

The feeling of the enchanted two-handed greatsword hitting the monster's body was transmitted back to the wrist along the shock of the sword, making the old soldier feel a tingling in his arm. It didn't feel like cutting into flesh and blood, but more like hitting a hard piece of wood or even stone. Only the twitching corpse of the demon turning into ashes in front of him gave people a sense of reality, proving that the attack just now was indeed effective. At the same time that the first monster fell, two more long swords slashed from behind, knocking the other two demons away.

Philip wiped the blood and sweat from his forehead. After fighting until now, he was no longer sure where his wounds were. Only the one on his forehead was still reminding him all the time. The old soldier nodded to his subordinates and quickly made a few gestures with his hands—years of cooperation and strict training meant that they didn't need too many words. On this battlefield where every second counts, all they needed were some eye contact and gestures to know what to do.

The soldiers flew forward, forming a small team defense formation around them, and began to engage in close combat with the monsters that kept pouring in from the crack.

Philip waved his two-handed greatsword and砍飞 (kan fei - sent flying) a humanoid demon that was leaping towards him. From the corner of his eye, he saw his subordinates and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

One less—Little Ernick was lying on the cold city wall forever.

And just as he was distracted, Philip felt a burning pain in his shoulder. He turned his head subconsciously, and a black shadow flew past his cheek: this sneak attack almost cut off half of his head.

The old soldier quickly adjusted his center, stepped sideways, turned around, and the two-handed greatsword drew a large semicircle in the air with heavy inertia, and heavily砍 (kan - chopped) on a monster shaped like a giant bear.

The edge of the two-handed greatsword shone with a faint white light, causing the "giant bear" to stagger. Then a warrior stepped forward and finally ended the monster.

The two-handed greatsword weighed a thousand pounds in his hands.

Philip gasped heavily. He felt as if his wound on his shoulder was burning, and his strength was constantly flowing out from there, making the weapon in his hand heavier every second. The old soldier shook his head, vaguely feeling that he might not be able to walk down this section of the city wall today.

He looked up at the sky—the crack in the barrier had begun to close. The self-repairing ability of the rune shield and the order barrier would gradually make up for the loopholes created by the chaotic monsters. After a while, this place would become safe again, and the monsters would not be able to enter Black Crow Fortress from this loophole in a short time.

But before the end of the entire battle, there would definitely be more than just this one crack.

The remaining monsters on the city wall were being dealt with by the soldiers. Philip dragged his two-handed greatsword on the ground, trying to recover his strength as much as possible. He understood that at this time, as long as he could recover a little more strength, he would have a better chance of surviving until the end of the battle.

He was not one of those capable ministers and generals who made plans, nor was he a hero who could turn the tide of battle on the battlefield. He was just a soldier, an old soldier who was more experienced than ordinary soldiers. He didn't understand those great national righteousness and the rise and fall of civilization. All he could do and all he knew was the life-and-death struggle on the battlefield. At this moment, he used all his experience and knowledge to make himself survive as much as possible until the next battle. This was all the ability he had as an old soldier.

An ordinary person living in the Kolo world.

Philip took out the emergency wound medicine distributed to every front-line soldier of the Black Crow Guard from his pocket, and poured half of the remaining potion into his mouth and half directly on his wound. The stimulation brought by the cheap magic potion made his throat and wound sting at the same time, but in an instant, most of the pain disappeared. This was not because the wound had really been healed—in fact, this potion only had a general healing effect on wounds. Its greatest effect was to relieve pain and boost morale, but for front-line soldiers, these two effects were already invaluable.

Throwing away the medicine bottle, the old soldier stood up straight and looked into the distance.

The black smoke outside the fortress showed no sign of dissipating. The power of chaos was coming fiercely, and a new storm was forming over the wilderness outside the castle. Monsters poured out of the black smoke pillars continuously, as if there were no end to them.

The sunlight that had peeked out a little earlier had now completely disappeared.

The power of chaos had once again occupied the sky, and the power of the sun "Uro" was obscured by darkness. Unless chaos receded, it probably would not appear in the southern territory for a long time.

Philip spat and muttered something in a low voice, preparing to turn around, but the moment he turned his head, a glimmer of light that appeared on the horizon made him stop.

The old soldier stood there blankly, looking at the direction of the horizon as if he were possessed. In his dazed vision, the light was getting brighter and brighter, closer and closer.

Like the rising sun.

Philip had an absurd thought for a moment: Could it be that the power of chaos was about to recede so quickly? Did the sun "Uro" regain the sky so quickly?

But he soon realized that he was wrong. That light was not sunlight at all. It did not come from the sky, but from the ground.

A powerful light source like a small sun was dispelling the darkness, and under that light source, countless shadows were floating on the earth.

That was an endless horde of magical beasts.

Almost everyone in Black Crow Fortress who was paying attention to the battlefield saw this scene.

Like a tide, boundless, countless. Humans would probably never know in their entire lives that there were so many various sub-race creatures outside the borders of civilized countries: lizardmen, cavemen, magic wolves, magic apes, bear monsters, goblins, lesser demons... even elemental creatures, shadow creatures, undead, ancient fierce beasts... and even more behemoths whose names could not be called, and even seeing a silhouette from a distance made people feel ferocious and terrifying.

The commander-in-chief of Black Crow Fortress was stunned. He saw a black tide surging towards his castle, as if swallowing the sky and the earth.

The mentor of the wizard corps accidentally broke his crystal ball. He saw a giant python burning with raging flames crawling on the ground, and several fire elemental lords as tall as the city tower leading a sea of ​​fire advancing mightily—that was the grand occasion of hundreds of thousands of fire elements gathered together.

The leader of the griffin knights almost fell from his mount. He saw a black dragon hovering above the tide. That powerful epic creature was actually guarding this team.

The beast tide was still advancing, as if it didn't care about the chaos storm in front of it at all.

Nor did it care about Black Crow Fortress blocking the way.

Miss Husky stood majestically on the head of the Ancient Earth Crawler, directing her team forward, continuing forward.

She was super happy now—as if she had already found the landlord.