"Excuse me, are you Miss Aflra?"
Aflra put down her knife and fork, looked up, and saw a little girl with an excited expression, blinking. "Yes, what can I do for you?"
"My name is Avril, and I have a tavern at home. I've heard about your deeds," Avril said excitedly, naturally sitting down next to Aflra and glancing at the silver-plated wine pot on the table.
Aflra smiled slightly, extended her slender hand, picked up the wine pot, and poured a glass of wine into the empty glass, pushing it towards Avril. "This wine tastes quite good."
Avril was overjoyed, her fondness for Aflra surging. She took a sip of the wine, the sweet and sour taste making her squint her eyes. Two rosy clouds appeared on her face.
"Aflra, as you can see, I'm a witch. I'm probably a bit older than you. If you don't mind, you can call me sister."
Avril nodded repeatedly, looking up at Aflra with adoration. "Sister Aflra, can you really control fire?"
Aflra smiled slightly and satisfied the little girl's curiosity. The candle flame in front of them flickered slightly and transformed into a beautiful little elf, dancing gracefully.
Avril's eyes widened, and she curiously reached out to poke it. Aflra caught her hand in time. "This is real fire, it can burn you."
Avril felt a surge of heat, as if her head was about to explode. She touched the legendary witch's hand, feeling incredibly soft and smooth.
"Ah, so cute!" A group of girls exclaimed, gathering around. Seeing Aflra, they didn't dare to get too close and could only watch from the side.
Aflra smiled slightly and with a flick of her finger, one little elf became two, hugging each other and dancing a waltz.
"Wow! That's amazing!" The other girls were filled with envy.
Avril, puffed out her chest with pride.
If nothing unexpected happened, the joyful banquet would continue until late at night, until everyone could no longer hold on and then disperse. However, the unexpected did happen.
The door was burst open, and a soldier covered in blood rushed in, screaming at the top of his lungs, "Cemetery, monster, cemetery..." After shouting twice, he stiffened his neck, rolled his eyes back, and fell to the ground.
Screams rang out, women's voices getting louder and louder. Soldiers rushed in, dragging the dead soldier out, and the noise subsided.
The cemetery was located at the foot of a hill to the west of Blackheart Castle. It was usually guarded by an old soldier with a limp and a few young men to prevent grave robbing. The Warriors' Stele Forest represented the glory of Blackheart Castle. Seventy-six warriors had died there fighting against the monster army. They were the ancestors of the vast majority of people in Blackheart Castle, and if something went wrong here, the consequences would be unimaginable.
The butler hurried into the hall, "Master, it's confirmed, it's the cemetery guard, he was scared to death."
Jerem stood up abruptly, furiously roaring, "What are we waiting for, assemble, let's go!"
The knights dropped their wine glasses and hurriedly walked outside, their apprentices bringing armor and horses to help them dress. Soldiers opened the armory, distributing spears, shields, and swords.
Jerem looked at Aflra, "Miss Aflra, now..."
"I'll go with you," Aflra said, the monster appearing in the cemetery seemed very interesting.
Jerem's face lit up with joy. "Thank you, Miss, that's great."
With that, Jerem hurried to prepare. At this moment, the hall was in chaos, women preparing to stay together to pray for their men, maids cleaning up the hall.
Aflra also stood up, but her sleeve was grabbed by Avril. Aflra lowered her head and saw Avril's eyes shining brightly. "Sister, please take me with you."
Aflra shook her head, and Avril hurriedly said, "Sister, please believe me, I am proficient in epic legends, and I am also good at swordsmanship, I am very powerful."
Aflra still shook her head, patted her little head, "You're a clever one, stay here."
In just half an hour, warriors without night blindness had already assembled outside the city wall, torches were lit one after another, held in their hands. In this era, warriors without night blindness were at least elite professional soldiers, who might seem irritable in normal times, but were incredibly calm when war came.
Jerem and Aflra rode horses, surrounded by knights and knight apprentices, and walked out. Jerem drew his sword, pointed forward, and shouted, "Let's go!"
Concerning the glory of their ancestors, even on a night without stars or moon, everyone rushed five kilometers to the Warriors' Stele Forest in half an hour. The scene in front of them stunned them.
A sound like a mountain collapsing and the sea roaring came from here, with countless strange monsters roaring and rushing towards them. The originally dilapidated Iron Forest Pass had returned to its original state, with 76 warriors standing at the gap under the city wall, raising their iron shields and steel spears indifferently. Shoulder to shoulder, shields against shields, iron spears through the gaps, forming a forest of spears.
With a bang, it collided. Like waves hitting a reef, it shattered in an instant, turning into foam. However, although the reef was solid, the waves were endless. Countless monsters, one wave after another, with red eyes, rushed forward fearlessly.
The warriors began to get tired, and a greater blow followed. A small dot appeared in the sky, rapidly expanding, and a white dragon with flames descended from the sky. This was an adult dragon, Aflra recognized him - the young Daniel. At that time, his body was not so huge, only 25 feet in total, but even so, it was much larger than a human. Moreover, the reason why dragons were powerful was not only because of their strong bodies but also because of their fierce flames.
The white dragon's flame was also white, emitting dazzling white light, spewed out from its mouth, like a strong beam of light. With the flame descending, everything would be turned into charcoal.
The warriors knew they were doomed to die and began to change their formation. Big feet stomped on the shields, and the people under the shields pushed hard, making the people on the shields jump higher. Dozens of people jumped up, holding iron spears to meet the dragon.
The flame swept down, covering all the warriors who jumped in the air. Only one middle-aged man, with blood gushing and spraying on him, immediately had his skin become a mess of flesh and blood, and his weapon also became fragile and broke.
The strong body of the dragon smashed down, and the strong tail swept across, annihilating the entire army in an instant. The dragon panted heavily, roaring in anger. Blood was flowing from his forehead.
Suddenly, from the ground covered with corpses, a strong man jumped up, stepped on the dragon's nose, and stabbed down with his iron spear in his hand. The dragon screamed and fled in a panic. The strong man fell from mid-air, slammed into the corner of the city wall, then slowly stood up covered in blood, and roared at the monsters.