The next morning, outside the Elf City.
"Is this Albion?"
Gao Wen looked at the magnificent structure before him, made from chalk and standing nearly a hundred meters high, appearing as a miracle, and couldn't help but show a hint of amazement on his face.
The elves truly are a species born with unique talents, they managed to quietly build a great fortress in the Northern Realm.
Immediately, Gao Wen turned to look at the people behind him:
"If you were to lead the army, how confident are you in capturing this place?"
"Five tenths, perhaps. The city walls are too high, and with the curses cast by the elves, it's not easy to break through."
A young knight rode forward and answered.
This was a youth with short golden hair, with a face similar to Gao Wen, yet with more youthful features.
