Fantasy: The Counterattack of the Female Sovereign

As the golden sun slowly rose, its soft and warm light gradually spread across the earth, illuminating the entire Alliance territory. At the same time, the Alliance's craftsmen awoke from their slumbers and began to devote themselves to their arduous tasks for the day.

Under the command of the experienced and respected Hao Jin, a group of strong craftsmen worked together to carry huge stone bricks like mountains to the top of the towering city wall. These bricks were extraordinary. They had been carefully strengthened with mysterious magical powers, becoming indestructible, enough to withstand the impact of various powerful magical attacks from the outside world.

Every corner and every distance of the city wall was meticulously inspected and reinforced. Even if a tiny, almost imperceptible crack was discovered, the craftsmen would immediately start repairing it without hesitation to ensure that the entire city wall was as solid as a rock.

At crucial strategic points along the city walls, a team of skilled magicians busily installed a brand-new type of magic cannon. These turrets were not only exquisitely designed, their surfaces meticulously carved into unique symbols representing the glory and dignity of the Alliance. Even more astonishing, within each turret resided a surging surge of powerful elemental energy, ready to erupt at any moment to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy.

Finally, with the successful carving of the last complex and mysterious magic rune, the originally silent artillery suddenly flickered with a dim but not negligible light, which meant that they had completed all preparations and could launch an astonishingly powerful magic bombardment at any time.

At that moment, the heroic Song Yao stood quietly atop the high city wall, intently overseeing the overall layout of the magic circles below. These exquisite magic circles were personally designed by the most respected and experienced archmages in the alliance. If any shadow creature dared to approach the city walls, these magic circles would instantly activate like a sleeping beast awakening, unleashing a devastating magical attack, completely submerging the intruder in an endless torrent of magical power.

The mages, with serious expressions, gently and precisely inserted runes, each shimmering with a strange light, into the cracks between the solid bricks of the city wall. Every movement was performed with such care, fearing the slightest error, as even the slightest mistake could cause the entire magic circle to malfunction or even fail completely.

Many members of the alliance threw themselves into this crucial defense. Young apprentices, full of vigor and thirst for knowledge, closely followed experienced and respected senior mages, concentrating on learning how to properly maintain and successfully activate these intricate and unfathomable magic circles.

At the same time, the gentle and kind women and innocent children were not idle either. They worked together to take on the task of preparing sufficient food and all kinds of urgently needed medicines, aiming to provide strong logistical support for the fierce battle that was about to begin.

On the vast square beneath the city walls, fearless warriors lined up in neat rows before their commanding commander, meticulously following his every command as they underwent rigorous military training. They expertly practiced a variety of exquisite combat techniques, from swift swordplay to the wielding of rock-solid shields. To better secure victory on the brutal and bloody battlefields of the future, each soldier spared no effort, devoting themselves to the ultimate improvement of their combat prowess.

Meanwhile, the healers, dedicated to saving lives and healing the wounded, were also engaged in intensive and systematic special training, racing against time. They were concentrating on studying how to quickly and efficiently provide precise treatment to injured comrades in the smoke-filled and dangerous battlefield environment.

As the sun set and dusk deepened, the inky blackness of night quietly enveloped the land. Atop the towering city walls, as if waking from a deep slumber, the mighty magic cannons and ingenious magic arrays began to emit faint yet arresting wisps of light. In an instant, the entire wall seemed draped in a magnificent garment woven from a mysterious glow, a breathtaking spectacle of beauty.

Although all the members of the alliance were exhausted after a long day of intense work, their eyes still shone with an unwavering faith. They knew that all their efforts at this moment were worth it, all for the sake of protecting this beautiful home where they were born and raised. Even if the road ahead was bumpy and thorny, they would move forward without hesitation!

In the spacious, bright, and technologically advanced command center, Song Yao, clad in a white robe, her sleeves fluttering gently in the breeze, looked as ethereal and elegant as a fairy descending from the heavens. Meanwhile, Hao Jin, clad in a black suit, stood tall and straight like a pine tree, his brow radiating a sense of determination and courage. They, along with the esteemed elders of the Alliance, sat around a massive oval conference table crafted from fine wood, solemnly discussing the detailed plan for successfully luring the enigmatic and dangerous Shadow Witch.

The huge map in front of everyone was dotted with various colored markings. These marks represented the secret places where the Shadow Witch might be hiding after a long period of investigation, as well as the many heavily defended strongholds that the alliance had already set up.

Hao Jin narrowed his eyes slightly, a gleam of wisdom in them. After a moment's thought, he spoke, "In my opinion, we should find a way to create a realistic-looking fake Heart of Light to use as bait. This fake Heart of Light must be able to emit extremely strong energy fluctuations, so as to attract the Shadow Witch's attention and successfully attract her. Then, we can place this carefully prepared bait in a relatively remote and desolate place, and cleverly set an incredibly powerful trap in advance. We just need to wait for the Shadow Witch to fall into the trap!"

After hearing Hao Jin's bold but careful proposal, Song Yao nodded her head, expressing her deep approval. However, she then knitted her brows slightly, then parted her lips to raise a crucial question: "While this plan is brilliant, convincing the cunning Shadow Witch that this bait is the genuine Heart of Light won't be easy, will it? After all, with her cunning nature, she won't be easily fooled. So, how can we ensure that she will fall into our pre-planned trap?"

Faced with this thorny question posed by Song Yao, everyone present fell silent for a moment. After a moment, Hao Jin was the first to break the silence and offer a solution: "In that case, why don't we take full advantage of the Shadow Witch's inherently arrogant and conceited personality? Next, we can deliberately spread the word that Song Yao was seriously injured due to excessive use of the Heart of Light, and that the Heart of Light's power has been greatly weakened. This way, the Shadow Witch will surely see an opportunity, let down her guard, and fall for our bait!"

On a dark and stormy night, the leaders of the alliance gathered to plot a crucial operation: sending spies to spread news that would shake the entire continent. These spies, possessing extraordinary skills and wit, quietly blended into every corner of the city, weaving in and out of the bustling crowd like ghosts.

Meanwhile, Song Yao and Hao Jin, two key figures in the alliance, also shouldered a daunting task. Knowing their every move could impact the success of the entire plan, they chose to project extreme caution and profound fatigue in public. Whether walking or chatting, they appeared cautious and unsteady, as if carrying a heavy burden. This deliberate display would undoubtedly instill in the public the belief in the news that was about to spread.

Meanwhile, within the Alliance's secret base, a group of highly skilled magicians were busily at work. They gathered around a massive stone table, laden with a variety of rare crystals and mysterious magical props. Concentrating on their powerful magic, the magicians carved the crystals into dazzling "Hearts of Light." With the infusion of magical power, these counterfeit Hearts of Light gradually emitted energy fluctuations strikingly similar to those of the real ones. The flickering light was like the brightest stars in the night sky, dazzling and captivating.

After several days of tireless work, the first batch of fake Hearts of Light were finally completed. Placed within a specially crafted treasure box, they emanated an alluring glow. Even the most experienced and perceptive mages, upon first encountering these fake Hearts of Light, found it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

Faced with such a flawless outcome, the Alliance members were jubilant and filled with confidence in this meticulously planned plan. They firmly believed that as long as everything went according to plan, they would successfully capture the formidable Shadow Witch. However, amidst their excitement, everyone was also acutely aware that this seemingly flawless plan was fraught with danger. If any flaw caused the plan to fail, even greater disasters and unprecedented threats would await the Alliance. Despite this, the courageous Alliance members remained unhesitating, determined to forge ahead, determined to fight for justice...

As the plan carefully planned by Song Yao and Hao Jin was implemented step by step, every member of the alliance devoted themselves wholeheartedly to the intensive preparations.

Across the vast, dusty training grounds, nimble figures darted across the field like swift whirlwinds. These fearless warriors, wielding a variety of razor-sharp weapons, brandished their weapons with such energy that they seemed to rend the very air. Beads of sweat streamed down their foreheads, mixing with the rising dust to create distinctive "muddy" trails. Yet, they refrained from pausing or complaining, knowing full well that to remain undefeated in the brutal war to come, they must constantly hone their combat skills and strength.

Meanwhile, those mysterious and powerful wizards quietly gathered in a dimly lit, quiet corner deep within the library. Here, piled high with ancient tomes, they carried the wisdom accumulated by their ancestors thousands of years ago. The wizards gently flipped through the slightly yellowed pages, their gazes anxiously tracing the densely packed text, searching for the magic words that could resist the Shadow Witch's unpredictable shadow magic. Their slender fingers carefully traced the fragile pages, whispering obscure yet powerful spells, trying again and again, different combinations of magic, hoping to find the key to breaking the enemy's spell.

Sunlight streamed down on the vast herb garden, where a group of healers in white robes and straw hats weaved through the lush herb bushes, their expressions focused and bustling with enthusiasm. They carefully stretched out their hands, gently plucking the precious and rare herbs as if they were the most fragile treasures in the world.

Each herb has a unique shape and color. Some have vibrant green leaves dotted with shimmering dewdrops, while others sport vibrantly colored flowers, emitting a captivating fragrance. The healers expertly identify the various herbs and place them in bamboo baskets based on their properties and effects.

After gathering the necessary herbs, the healers began their intensive and methodical preparation. They gathered in a spacious, bright wooden hut, before huge iron pots and a variety of exquisite utensils. First, they carefully cleaned the freshly picked herbs, removing impurities and broken leaves. Then, according to a specific formula and proportions, they placed the various herbs in the iron pot and slowly boiled them. Over time, a rich medicinal aroma gradually filled the pot, and the liquid thickened.