Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
Mo Fan kept hearing the sounds of something like long bugle horns. A gray cloud had taken the shape of a bugle horn to the east of Banlo City.
The bugle horn was so huge that it almost pierced through the black clouds in the sky. It was blaring out the signal to advance to the army. All of Banlo City could hear it.
Colorful spells immediately began attacking the barricades. They combined into a magical storm, pouring down at the other side of the barricades.
The third assault troop of the army...
Mo Fan, Zhao Manyan, and Mu Bai were like ducks being driven out onto a perch. There were around eighty people behind them who kept pushing them forward.
Everyone knew the first round of attacks at the walls would be the fiercest. The chance of survival was less than ten percent!
They did not have a choice. The captains who were supervising the assault troops would treat them as deserters if they showed the slightest intention to back away.
