"Vincent, how long are we going to stay here, I'm suffocating and dying." Littlefinger sat down

  in front of the mirror for the tenth time and began fiddling with his little pockets. "Lambert

  won't let us go out. We'll just sit here and watch the boring sun rise and set, then eat and

  sleep... I haven't seen the moon harbor, the city!"

  Vincent was sitting in a soft chair by the window, and the strong midday sun, filtered through

  the mesh curtains, was casting specks of light right on the pages of the book in Vincent's

  hand. Vincent used to pass the day with a book, but as long as the Halfling was around, even

  the deaf could not read with peace of mind.

  "This is it for two days. Our knights and dwarves should be back soon." Vincent closed his

  book and took his glasses off his nose and put them in his pocket. 'If it weren't for you, I would

  have gone out and looked like I did the other day.'

  "What does that have to do with me, what?" "Asked Littlefinger, puzzled.

  "What difference will it make if I leave you here alone, or if I don't keep you?" The Mage

  smiled. "Besides, who knows what other strange ways you have. Well, you needn't fiddle with

  it any more. That mirror won't double your collection."

  "I'll see, all right..." "Muttered the Halfling, as he pressed his bag in front of the mirror and

  admired the collection" twice as many "...

  "Vincent, do you think we're going to win?" The Halfling turned and looked at the Wizard,

  who was lying comfortably in his chair.

  The mage closed his eyes, allowing the warm light to shine on his face, and shrank back into

  the chair again. "It's difficult."

  "Is that winning or not?" The Halfling began to put his pockets back around his waist.

  Vincent did not answer. His mind was preoccupied with what had happened after the

  Archmage's arrival. Thomas was a wise man, but his wisdom was not in leading the battle. His

  arrival makes the people of Moonport City feel encouraged, after all, as one of the seven

  masters of Greafury, Thomas is qualified to be the existence of the salvation star. But other

  than that, he has no positive meaning at all. The Knights of Mond are now able to avoid the

  Mage under the pretext of military training, with only Sir Murray falling victim to the mage's

  incessant chatter. Some magical defense effect, a dizzying pile of arcane theories, flowing

  endlessly from the clashing yellow lips into Duke Murray's bald skull, had greatly accelerated

  the age of the Duke -- at least the Duke felt that way, Vincent thought about the Duke's

  pitiful appearance a week ago.

  'All in the head! Vincent couldn't help but say it.

  'What imagination? Can the city of Moon Harbor not be held? But what of Lambert? This

  fellow Hai is going to stay here. Is he going to be knocked out and taken away?"

  "Nothing." Vincent finds his voice growing louder and waves his hand. "I'm thinking about

  something else."

  Vincent stood up and went to the window. Through the tall floor-to-ceiling Windows he

  looked at the busy people in the castle. Under the command of Sir Murray and Knight Mond,

  all the men were mobilized. Those who could carry weapons had a sword or crossbow in

  hand. Those who could not carry weapons learned from the crossbowmen how to string or

  help the soldiers with objects. The old men and women tended the horses and prepared food

  and other supplies. The whole city was mobilized.

  But will it be enough? Vincent presses his hand against the window and bows his head feebly.

  A week ago, Vincent would have been ninety percent sure of victory in this battle, but since

  Thomas convinced Sir Murray, things have changed. The high walls of Moonhaven and the

  fortifications built over the centuries should have been able to withstand the giants who were

  coming to Moonhaven. But Archmage Thomas asked Sir Murray to send troops to lure the

  giants who had broken into the holy Greafury to Moonport and use its defences to destroy

  them once and for all. True, a strong defense would have greatly reduced casualties, but what

  good would a wall do in the face of the huge number of enemies that might be gathered?

  The more Vincent thought about it, the more worried he became. An entire race was marching

  south this time! Although he still did not know why the giants of the whole race would move

  south, Vincent was able to estimate the number of giants after a long time of reading the

  data, about 2,000!

  It was now late autumn, and the crops had been fully collected everywhere. As long as these

  crops can be protected and waited for the coming winter, the odds of victory for the human

  coalition will be greatly improved. The giants' sudden attack does take the northern counties

  by surprise. At this time, space should be exchanged for time, so that the giants can disperse

  into Greafury's territory. Two thousand giants together is a huge number, but as long as they

  are scattered, two thousand is nothing compared to Greafury's vast territory.

  When winter came, the giant's huge stomachs would be their greatest burden! The Greafury

  Prairie could not provide them with as much food as the mountains of the North, and the

  Giants had to attack one castle after another. Slowly they would be cut, crushed and crumbled

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  by the chain of castles north of the sacred Greafury.

  In the old days, a thousand or so giants would have come to Moonport. That number could

  be borne by the ice-free northern harbor, which had been undefeated against the orcs for

  500 years and was known as the Beast's blood mill. Once this battle is over, the giants will no

  longer be able to pose a mortal threat to any of the northern castles of Holy Greafury, and

  the human armies will be able to take the invaders one by one with ease.

  If Moonport City is breached...

  Vincent closes his eyes and sees in his mind the smiling faces of giants and a ruined city. The

  giants, who have gained access to the many years of supplies in Moonport City, are safe

  through the winter, and then will travel unhindered through the territory of the holy Greafury,

  and the whole North will be plunged into endless war.

  No way! Can't let that happen! Vincent clenched his fist and turned away from the window.

  "Littlefinger, will you come with me to see the Duke?"

  "No," he said.

  'Then you must stay still. Let me know when they come back. ' Vincent waved his wand,

  opened the door and went straight out.

  "Knowing that, you can go to see the Duke and the Lord without worry." But when the wooden

  door, decorated with carved rosebushes, was closed again, there was no one in the house.

  Vincent held the scepter firmly in his hand, hoping that Thomas, the archmage, was not with

  the Duke at this time. As a member of the Mages' Society, it is impolite and un" proper "to

  question a decision made by a higher mage to his face. Especially if you're dealing with

  Thomas, one of the seven mages of the Guild.

  Walking through the Duke's mansion and stepping all the way on the soft carpet always gives

  Vincent a very ungrounded feeling, and like this upcoming war, everything is a bit soft and

  leaves you unable to use your strength. Waving the guards out of the way, Vincent moved

  closer and closer to Grand Duke Murray's meeting room. "If only giants could wave their way,

  it would be a lot quieter here."

  Standing in the doorway of the meeting room, our master could clearly hear the old but

  passionate voice. Archmage Thomas was inside. Vincent shook his head. Not everything goes

  his way. He pushed open the door.

  'I salute you, wise Master Thomas,' he said. Vincent first made a half-bow to the Archmage

  and saluted with his left arm raised flat. "And the Honorable Duke," he said. The mage nodded

  to the duke.

  "Have you come here to report something?" 'asked the Duke.

  'I, I have a different view of where the strategy is going.' Vincent frowned and weighed the

  pros and cons again, and decided to speak out, "I think the Moon Harbor City..."

  "You don't think you can kill the giant's attack, do you?" "Interrupted the Duke. "Know that

  Moonport City is the pride of the Holy Greafury North, the undefeated city. And the Knight

  of Mond is the best commander of the entire Order of Greafury. We have Greafury's light

  shining on us. There is no giant we cannot defeat!"

  "Yes, my Lord, I know all these things. But this is different from previous Orc attacks. This

  time..."

  'No, my young mage, you must see things for what they are! The Duke interrupted again.

  "These are opportunities for us to show our courage and honor to the Bright Greafury.

  Nothing will be different."

  "Yes, young man, what is there to worry about? We have the best armor ever made by

  dwarves to protect our warriors, we have all kinds of weapons from Fenton and other nations,

  we have the great help of the Mages of the Mages' Guild, and most importantly, "Duke Murray

  paused," we have the blessing of the God of Light, As a pillar of victory!"

  Vincent looked at the Archmage who had been silent. He wondered why Thomas, who always

  talked so much, was suddenly quiet. "Grand Duke, Greafury, the God of light, will not really

  come to help us fight this battle. He..."

  'Shut up! The Duke got up, overturned something on the table in front of him, and a quill

  struck Vincent in the face, leaving a black blot of ink. 'What do you know! "How dare you

  question the light, Greafury! By God, this is a serious crime!" The Duke glanced at Thomas,

  the archmage next to him. "If you weren't a mage, I'd put you in jail! Now get out of here!"

  Vincent looked at the angry Duke quietly, without frowning or glaring, just as he had when

  he first entered the house. His face was serious and expressionless. In fact, the Master did not

  care about the future of Moonport City. He had only two reasons for being here, or rather,

  only one reason now -- his friends were still in Moonport City.

  "My apologies, Your Grace. But I have to... '

  'Go! You timid fellow! Before I change my mind! Go!" The Duke turned his back straight away,

  no longer facing the mage. "You have cowardice in your blood, just like your alcoholic father!"

  Vincent looked at Thomas, the archmage, with a slight shock. The only person in the city who

  knew about his family affairs, apart from a few friends, was this senior mage. Not knowing

  what the master, who had not said a word from beginning to end, was planning, Vincent

  could only bow slightly and turn around and leave the meeting room.

  When the door of the meeting room was closed again, the talk and laughter of the Master

  could be heard from inside...