Another morning has arrived, and the city of Moonhaven has returned to its solemn

  atmosphere. The guards stood their ground on the wall, the cavalry stood ready to attack,

  and the knight Mond stood at the head of the city, holding his great sword at his side,

  watching the scene in the distance.

  "Did you find Mr. Mage?" "The Paladin asked the soldiers beside him.

  'Not found, Sir,' he said.

  Knight Mond waved his guard down. The young mage, who always spoke in a pessimistic

  tone, was not afraid to fight. He always stood on the wall in the face of the enemy's attack,

  and even visited the scene of the battle after the battle was over. Perhaps, after some training,

  he would become an honorable and fearless warrior.

  Shaking his head, the Mond Knight laughed at himself. The fellow was a mage. Did you really

  expect any mage to have the same sense of honor as a paladin? But what about the wizard's

  eyesight? An eagle in the sky wouldn't be able to see that far. If he was around, I wouldn't

  even have to send reconnaissance cavalry.

  Slowly came the giants, in the same formation they had on the day before, several rows across,

  with neat steps. There was no tendency to charge, and I did not see them any different from

  yesterday.

  The only difference, though, is that they've stopped somewhere around 500 metres.

  The giants took off their large pockets on their shoulders, grabbed the bottom of them and

  tipped him upside down, dozens of rocks of various sizes tumbling to the ground.

  "What do they want? They can't attack that far away! Do they mean they have no weapons

  and are surrendering?"

  The giants acted even more unexpectedly, tearing their pockets open along the stitched lines.

  One pocket, turned into a long strip of cloth.

  Mond Knight opened his mouth wide. What did this mean? The giant had destroyed the

  pocket that symbolized his home! Have they gone mad? Have they asked for nothing?

  If Vincent were here, he would see with his extraordinary vision that there are still tears in the

  eyes of some giants.

  The stone giants have wrapped a stone in long strips of cloth, in the ruins of their homes.

  Then whirling in place, the strip carried the stone in rapid circular motions around the giant's

  body.

  In an instant, the Mond Knight understood what the giant was thinking.

  With a breath, the giant loosened one end of the cloth, and the stone rain finally arrived at

  Moonport.

  There was no sense of purpose in this manner of attack, as stones, large and small, rushed

  into the famous city north of Greafury at different speeds, angles and spins. But there is one

  thing in common: as long as they fall on something, be it walls, houses or fragile human

  bodies, they will directly destroy, smash and crush that thing!

  The knight of Mond's eyes lost their sparkle, and the foreboding of victory that had supported

  his confidence vanished.

  The second wave of stone rain came. One of the attendants, watching the trajectory of the

  stone bullets in the sky, suddenly pushes the lost knight Mond out. Immediately, a large rock

  fell on the footman.

  The loud roar finally had some effect, and the knight Mond was able to focus his sights and

  regain his sense of autonomy. "Trebuchet, attack!

  Moonport City's counterattack has begun. But this time the giants are just too far out of

  position to attack. The trebuchet of Moonport City could have fired the stone bullets into that

  position, but the long flight in the air had greatly reduced the lethality and impact of the stone

  bullets. This energy, though still higher than that of the giant, was counterbalanced by the

  physical strength of the hill giant. The small pieces of stone that flew by were all caught by

  the mountain giant with great effort. These stone bullets, only after a while, became the

  ammunition of the stone giant, and flew back to the moon Port city. Unfortunately, there was

  nothing in Moonport City that could catch the stone bullets.

  "A trebuchet! Stop the attack!" The Mond Knight took a general look at the casualties on both

  sides. Each round of trebuchet attacks at Moonport takes down one to three giants, but gives

  them more than fifty stone bombs. If you keep fighting like this, you'll kill yourself!

  'First squadron, stand by! Everyone else, take cover! Archers, be ready to use rockets!" Three

  commands change with the flag on the castle, quickly reaching the units.

  The giant's stoning attacks continue. It did not do much damage to the walls because of the

  distance, but the great trebuchet, which was exposed in the open, suffered a devastating blow.

  After more than a dozen rounds, not a single tele-trebuchet remained in Moonport City.

  A roaring stone flew towards the Duke's residence, flew through the Windows of the second

  floor, tore through countless valuable vessels and decorations on its way, tore through

  paintings worth tens of thousands of gold coins, and passed through the other side of the

  house. There was a clatter of objects as they bumped against each other. In the ruins, a black

  robe figure, slowly stood up.

  "Cough, cough..." Vincent clutching his chest, hard to support the ruins of the wall, slowly

  prop up his body. A lot of dust fell from the hole-through room, and the mage choked and

  coughed.

  "Damn it, I didn't expect Thomas to be so powerful. I thought he was only as good as Master

  Castle." Vincent pulled his staff out from under the collapsed table and waved the dust off his

  head. "These mages who specialize in changing systems are really tough to deal with. Luckily

  I have the ring to save my life." Vincent took off a gold ring on the little finger of his right

  hand, stroked it twice, and put it in his pocket.

  "Now I have a problem with this master. I don't know if the master's Union will protect me."

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  Vincent tilted his head to think, but his thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of

  killing outside.

  "Oh no, not how the war is going!" Vincent ran out of the duke's house, but because of his

  weakness, he vomited some blood. He could not help but call a nearby soldier and help

  himself to the wall.

  "Prepare the archers! Shoot!" The Mond Knight was directing his army of archers in a

  continuous barrage against the charging giant. The arrows that covered the sky were falling

  with a roar on the running giant of the wall.

  At last the enemies brought out the wooden shields they had been making in recent days. In

  fact, it was very simple, just the trunk of the whole tree was cut into straight strips, arranged

  one by one, and tied together with long vines. But that kind of huge volume, effectively

  blocked the attack of the bow and arrow, each arrow pricked up, just like a hair inserted in it.

  The only thing that had any effect was the fire they were carrying with them, and they were

  trying to set the wooden shield on fire. But it is estimated that by the time the great shield

  was lit, the giants would have been able to climb the walls.

  "The heavy cavalry strikes! Archers shoot up!" Mond Knight could not allow the giants to reach

  the wall easily, and he ruled out the strongest reserve of heavy cavalry in Moonhaven. Made

  up entirely of paladins, this was the strongest defense force in the Temple of Greafury.

  However, due to their high weight and lack of flexibility, they were not suitable for longdistance raids, and were generally used only as a reserve for attacking enemy formations.

  The three front gates of Moonport City were opened at the same time, and three torrents of

  steel broke through the high walls. After a brief rally in the open space in front of the gates,

  the heavy cavalry mounted a charge.

  At the same time, all kinds of auxiliary magic were used during the running of this cavalry

  group, and the paladins were blessed by the gods and were able to use some magic to

  strengthen their abilities.

  "Holy Greafury! Glory Greafury!" The cavalry levelled their spears, and charged in a barrage

  against the giants.

  "Don't charge, call them back!" Vincent finally sees Greafury's fierce battle and drinks loudly

  at Mond Knight, who is not far away. With this loud drink, he collapsed and nearly fell to the

  ground.

  The loud roar drowned him in the noisy battlefield. In this environment, there is no way to

  convey any message except with flags.

  Behind the shield-raising hill giants stood the stone giants who had finished throwing stones.

  At once they tore the vines from their wooden shields, and huge logs fell to the ground. Each

  stone giant picked up one or two giant logs and pushed them through the gaps in the front

  row of the hill giants, forming the most primitive phalanx of spearmen.

  The only difference was that the guns used in this phalanx were more than seven meters long

  and more than a meter wide.

  "Whoo ………………" From the Victory Horn came the tune of "Triumphant Return". Mond

  Knight was shocked. Who had the audacity to order the cavalry to retreat at will? He looked

  back. No one was playing the huge instrument at the horn, and the people there were s taring

  blankly at their own trumpet. Out of the corner of his eye, Knight Mond caught sight of a

  black-robed figure behind him, his hands shining with magic.

  Before the sound of the trumpets reached the battlefield, the steel cavalry had already collided

  with the wooden lance.

  It was sheer, one-sided slaughter.

  The huge log shook only a few times, and then threw the front row of cavalry companies and

  horses to the ground, and then the giant's spear swept to the right and left, and every horse

  in the front row fell to the ground.

  The cavalry behind had no time to change the direction of the charge, either tripping over

  the obstacles in front of the horses or crashing into the huge tree trunks sweeping left and

  right.

  Fortunately, the retreat bugle sounded. The "Triumphant Return" was not the time to play it,

  but it was the only command the master knew to signal retreat. Some of the heavy horsemen

  were only slightly stunned for a moment, and their natural instinct for obedience led them to

  try to turn their horses around and retreat toward the Moon Harbor City.

  "What do you want! How dare you give orders here! ' Reddened in his eyes, Knight Mond

  drew out his sword and threatened to cut down the crumbling mage. But after only three

  steps, Mond throws the sword feebly to the ground.

  "Now, what can I do now?" The Knight of Mond knew that even with two mages on his side,

  he could not stop so many giants. He did not know that the mighty wizard was no longer on

  his side.

  "Cover the residents and retreat quickly. You can only take food with you and nothing else!

  Hurry, hurry!

  "The mage shouted with all his might at the collapsing dragon slayer.

  "Yes, I will give the order!" Knight Mond is about to order his standard-bearer to give an

  emergency cover retreat when he finds that the commanding flag on the castle is engulfed

  in a fire and disappears into flying ash.

  Vincent looks at the sudden burst of fire and clearly feels the wave of magic. His penetrating

  eye quickly locked on a single figure, the figure of the Archmage Thomas. He was walking

  slowly across the courtyard covered with corpses and into the central castle of Moonhaven.

  "Knight, take care of my companion." Vincent swings his left hand at Mond and uses his spell

  to fly straight up, toward the central castle.

  Knight Mond gives Vincent a knighted salute, throws off his helmet, picks up the great sword

  on the ground, clenches it firmly, rerealizes the weight of the sword, turns and pulls past the

  guards, Shouting, "Still breathing, follow me!"