My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

When Horn stepped onto the city wall, he finally understood why the messenger was so terrified.

On the southern plains, the dark tide is approaching.

That's no ordinary elf.

His skin was a deep, almost black, dark brown, like the night sky.

Its pupils were scarlet, and its pointed ears pierced through its dark hair.

Each one was well-equipped.

The light armor clung to his body, the longbow gleamed with a ghostly light, and the curved blade of the sword hung at his waist.

It's a dark elf!

These dark elves are fallen beings banished by the elven race.

They didn't march in an orderly fashion like an army; instead, they seemed like a group of scattered soldiers, each going their own way.

But their numbers are extremely large, resembling a long black snake across the wasteland.

Moreover, people continue to flock to the plains to the south.

By this time, the closest ones had already arrived at the city walls.

"I am Horn, the garrison general of the Ash Fortress of the Holy Ancient Empire!"

Horn gathered his strength, and his voice boomed like thunder as it reached the city below.

"Dark Elves! You've stationed troops on the empire's border without provocation; are you trying to start a war?!"

The dark elf army stirred slightly.

A particularly tall dark elf stepped forward from the crowd.

He was clad in light armor inlaid with dark gems and held a strangely curved blade.

His aura was clearly above level 50, even approaching level 60.

His crimson eyes swept across the city wall, finally settling on Horn, a mocking smile curving his lips.

"The Holy Ancient Empire? Ha..."

The dark elf leader's voice was hoarse and cold, filled with mockery.

"Does Ash Fortress still pledge allegiance to that hypocritical Holy Ancient Empire? Stop pretending, human general! You're probably only truly loyal to the fragments of that great one now!"

Upon hearing this, Horn's pupils contracted sharply, his heart filled with surprise and uncertainty.

Fragments?

What fragment?

That sir?

He couldn't understand a word the other person was saying!

"Nonsense! I, Horn, am a garrison general appointed by the Empire, loyal only to the Empire and His Majesty the Emperor! Who are you acting on your behalf? What are your purposes?"

Horn's stern questioning clearly indicated he didn't know what the other person was talking about.

In fact, there is indeed a misunderstanding.

After escaping, the red-haired, blood-red man headed straight for the southern elven forest.

She used her most effective methods to win over the dark elves surrounding the forest.

Based on the significant amount of primal energy released by Ash Fortress earlier, she deduced that this must be the stronghold of the small fragment and the black-robed human.

Therefore, they directly assigned dark elves to attack.

One aspect is to weaken the strength of the smaller fragments.

On the other hand, we can also test the strength of this dark elf.

That's how this scene came about.

Horn was naturally unaware of these matters.

Before Horn could sort things out, the dark elf leader had already lost patience for conversation.

Or perhaps he wasn't there to negotiate at all.

"Since you refuse to admit it... then let's settle this with swords!"

The dark elf leader suddenly raised his scimitar, his scarlet eyes blazing with murderous intent.

"For the new king! Conquer this city!"

"For the new king!"

Hundreds of dark elves let out a sharp roar in unison.

The sounds converged into a chilling wave of noise that crashed against the city walls.

"defense!"

Horn roared at almost the same moment!

The battle erupted instantly!

The dark elf archers launched the first attack, with thousands of black longbows rising almost simultaneously.

A dense, chilling rain of arrows descended upon the city walls with a piercing whistling sound!

These arrows were not ordinary arrows; most of their arrowheads shimmered with a ghostly green light, clearly indicating that they were coated with a deadly poison!

This is also one of the Dark Elves' strengths.

"Raise your shield! Activate the magic barrier!"

Horn shouted.

The tower shields on the city wall rose up in layers, and the runes on the city wall lit up one by one.

Arrows rained down, their impacts as dense as a downpour.

Poisoned arrows could still penetrate the defenses.

Those struck by arrows suffered wounds that quickly turned black and festered, and screams echoed across the city walls.

Under the cover of a hail of arrows, the dark elf infantry began their charge.

Their speed was uncanny; they swiftly climbed the outer city wall, using afterimages and terrain cover as cover!

Horn noticed that the dark elf leader was also in the charging force.

So, gritting my teeth, I had no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.

He was the only one here who could rival that dark elf.

clang!

clang!

clang!

Swords clashed, sending up a series of ear-piercing sparks.

Although Horn was seriously injured, his level and experience remained, and his sword strikes were heavy and fierce.

However, the dark elf leader's swordsmanship was strange and cunning, incredibly fast, and his strength was not weak, in addition to his elusive movements.

A mental shock-like glint flashed in his scarlet eyes from time to time, interfering with Horn's judgment.

The two fought fiercely on the city wall, and ordinary soldiers could not get close to them.

Horn grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.

This dark elf leader's strength definitely exceeds level 55!

Coupled with his still-healing serious injuries, he gradually found himself at a disadvantage.

Several wounds were quickly added to his body.

Although the wound wasn't deep, the accompanying shadow energy caused it to feel numb and cold, further hindering his movements.

"General!"

Seeing that Horn was in dire straits, several high-ranking officers and a B-rank warrior who had stayed behind fought their way out of the enemy and rushed to his aid.

They barely managed to force the Dark Elf leader back and brought Horn back to the inner city.

At this time, the overall situation of the city's defense was deteriorating.

The dark elves' attack was fierce and well-organized, and the defenders suffered heavy casualties.

The south gate groaned under the relentless bombardment of magic and impacts.

Horn leaned on his sword, panting, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Looking at the crumbling defense line, a sense of desolation welled up in his heart.

Ash Fortress, is it destined to fall today?

puff--

A mouthful of blood spurted out, staining the armor on his chest red.

"General!"

Amidst the cries of alarm from his guards, Horn's consciousness sank into darkness.

The Dark Elves were greatly encouraged by this scene.

A slightly younger dark elf spoke excitedly to the leader.

"Father! That garrison commander is far too weak!"

The Dark Elf leader smiled slightly.

"The garrison commander was seriously injured; otherwise, I would not have been a match for him. It was truly a stroke of luck."

The young dark elf's smile widened.

"If we conquer this city, we'll gain His Majesty's approval, and then you, Father, will be the first Demon General!"

Upon hearing this, a ruthless glint appeared in the eyes of the dark elf leader.

"Those old bastards of the elves drove my father and me out of the forest back then. Once I become a demon general, I'll march back into the forest!"

The young dark elf nodded emphatically.

"Yes, Father! I'll lead the attack right away! We'll definitely take it in three days at most!"

The battle between the Dark Elves and Ash Fortress has officially begun.

Without Horn, their strongest fighter, Ash Keep suffered repeated defeats, with heavy losses among the soldiers in the outer city.

……

Meanwhile, in Troll Canyon.

Click!

A crisp sound rang out.

The little spider managed to bite a hole in the silver spear's cage.

Lin Mo opened his eyes at this moment, looked at the gap large enough for him to pass through, smiled slightly, and reached out to touch the little spider's head.

"Well done, Mianmian."

This is the name Lin Mo gave to the little spider.

Yin Xue rolled her eyes: "I thought you had chosen a name, but this name is too ordinary."

Before Lin Mo could speak, Mianmian rolled her eyes at Yin Xue.

Yin Xueqi stomped his feet in anger.

Seeing this, Lin Mo smiled slightly, then stood up and walked out of the cage.

"Next, we should head to Ash Fortress to retrieve the medicine."