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

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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.