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The night was deep and dark.

Under the cold moonlight, the Storm Fortress that stood between the mountains looked like a slumbering giant beast.

Mark was lying in the open-air camp, looking at the fortress city wall not far away, with countless thoughts running through his mind.

A day's labor had left him extremely exhausted, but Mark tossed and turned until midnight and still could not fall asleep.

Ever since he heard the rumor that Mr. Ji was about to sacrifice the Storm Fortress, Mark could no longer maintain his composure.

In fact, Mark had long been prepared to die on the battlefield. If his death could truly help Mr. Ji kill the Orc Emperor, Mark would feel resentful, but he wouldn't feel too much anger or fear.

But he has a younger brother in the fortress.

If both brothers were to die, who would take care of their parents back home?

Moreover, there are hundreds of thousands of refugees from Westland in the fortress.