Arab City, Mage Tower.

Duchess Myrcella Raul walked to the desk in the room, and his white palms stroked a mirror. The mirror was like a lake. After the ripples, the scene of rock wasteland suddenly appeared.

The mirror seemed to be connected to a mysterious magic eye, and the scene in the wild was vaguely and backwards rapidly.

In an instant, it crossed the Enoak Desert, and a tiny army of ants appeared on the horizon, rushing over the steepest walls to the west of the mountain, filling every valley and climbing every rock.

The army was even darker after this tight array. She even saw the suffocating body of the shadow dragon hovering in the sky, which was a dense queue from the ghost city.

Looking at the oppressive scene in the mirror, as always, the female lord's delicate face never showed panic.

When the shield turns into a fake leg and the long sword turns into a crutch, people's hearts will collapse. When the family becomes a prize, the enemy will be promoted, and hope will disappear.

She couldn't help but recall these desperate words.

She has experienced many wars and countless adventures, and even witnessed the incarnation of the tyranny god Bann in Arab City.

For her, it seemed that she had been accustomed to it.

She is as beautiful as all young women, wearing a white silk robe, with smooth and fair skin, long brown-red hair spread over her shoulders, and a serious and quiet face.

Although the sadness brought by the conflict was occasionally revealed in her silver-gray eyes, it also revealed wisdom that was enough to despise war.

On the other side of the road passing through the north, there is a gravel-covered rocky wasteland.

Myrcella can see the flags of the gathering troops, the most prominent of which is the purple flag of the Purple Dragon Knight in the Kingdom of Cormier.

The young knights were extremely proud and full of desire for battle, because most of them were still young and did not know what sadness was.

She dispelled these annoying thoughts, focused on the magic mirror, and began to think about what role she would play in the upcoming war.

Most of the troops in the Ghost City are tamed humanoid creatures in the desert, and she considers that the fully armed Purple Dragon Knights and War Mages can easily drive them away.

But when they face the Black Knight and Shadow Mage, even a large number of undead creatures from the Shadow Realm, how should they deal with it?

She stared at the magic mirror, thinking, watching, and waiting patiently...

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A breeze wrapped in yellow sand blew by towards the face, and the conflict broke out in an instant. The scout team of the Mokou Town Guard encountered the reconnaissance cavalry who rushed in front of the Beida barbarians.

The Bede barbarians of the Enoak Desert are a nomadic force composed of humans who rely on looting and leading caravans through hidden passages to make a living, and use the surface of the wasteland as their home.

These Beidai barbarians are subdivided into nearly a hundred smaller tribes, all led by their respective chiefs.

The chief's wealth is measured by the size of the livestock they own and the quality of their feeding status.

They constantly migrate from one oasis to another, and rarely stay in the same area for a long time.

Since the highest glaciers melted, countless oasis appeared in the desert, and the number of these nomadic barbarians also expanded at an astonishing rate.

Hearing the fierce sound of the battle and the constant reports sent back, the chief of the Bede barbarian tribe from the moose tribe couldn't wait to send his troops.

"The black lion tribe and the gray wolf tribe are finally here! My big axe is already hungry and thirsty. For the glory of Tampas, prepare to fight!"

The fierce tribal chief sang an ode to the god of war Tampas, and led his men to rush towards battle and death.

The dragon vein sorcerer Salou, the commander of the Mokou Town garrison, was very patient. As a former mercenary commander, he was an excellent strategist.

"Tex! Don't be impulsive and withdraw all your people."

His powerful palm as strong as a dragon's claw pressed down the burly and majestic body of the barbarian chief who was eager to fight, and gave the order in a slightly cold tone:

"Today we will see a bigger battle scene than any of us have ever seen, and even Tampas, your God of War, will love it. But before that, I hope you'll be better off fighting on your own battlefield."

The moose tribe is one of nearly a hundred tribes of the Beidai barbarians in the desert.

When he learned that the Beidae barbarians who defected to the Yinhun City were the Black Lion Tribe and the Gray Wolf Tribe, he immediately sent his subordinates to convince the enemies of the two tribes to assist him in completing this defensive battle.

In fact, before the battle began, he had asked his deputy Ranger Planda to carefully choose this place, and the Lord Lord also supported his plan very much.

His team of thousands of people, a garrison, recruited adventurers and barbarian warriors of the moose tribe, was divided into four parts, distributed between the foothills of the desert and rocky wastelands. The purpose was to block the barbarians of the Black Lion Tribe and the wolf cavalry of the Gray Wolf Tribe.

Once this place is lost, this group of barbarian cavalry will rush into the territory of Mokou Town in one go.

There was a decisive battle between the Yinhun City Army and the main force of Mokou Town, so he naturally could not let the barbarian chief disrupt his plan.

Therefore, this foothill mainly consists of rocks and low hills, was chosen as the battlefield for the decisive battle with the Bede barbarians.

Below the defenders' location, there are many paths passing through Mokou Town, but the cliffs above them are extremely steep and there is no need to worry about attacks from above.

Salou mixed the defenders' teams according to the terrain.

A narrow and broken path was guarded by fierce barbarian warriors, and the archer unit formed by Ranger Planda was ambushed on the commanding heights everywhere in the foothills.

Two rocky and complex terrain were covered with various adventurers and garrison soldiers.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! In this complex terrain, these mercenaries who have just become regular and unorganized and undisciplined adventurers are the best fighting grounds.

Salou, along with the barbarian chief and Planda beside him, looked and waited from the second line of defense.

They knew that the battle was imminent, and the people around them could also feel the approaching enemy, the wolf they were taming, and the loud howls of the wolf they were uneasy.

At this moment, a dazzling fire and explosion suddenly burst out in the lower east of the foothills, which was a gift from the Fireball Scroll to the enemy.

Before the troops set off, Glar, who was in charge of logistics, personally handed him twenty fireball scrolls for the moment.

"Boom!"

A ball of scorching flames exploded, and gravel splashed like raindrops from the first line of defense of the moose tribe, mixing with wind and sand to block the sight of the lookouts.

In the army of the Bede barbarians, a large group of humanoid creatures such as kowtowers, werewolves and goblins who were driven to fight the forwards were frightened by magic, and some wolf cavalrymen who were mixed with these evil creatures were also shocked.

The enemy who was walking in the front was blowing up, approaching the narrow intersection in a panic, and then was submerged among a large group of barbarian warriors from the moose tribe that rushed out.

Some werewolves were chopped in half by the savage's giant swords and battle axes, while some were raised over their heads and smashed on the hard stone walls, turning into a pile of meat paste.

"We must rush out to fight the enemy!" The barbarian chief of the moose tribe roared, watching his tribe enjoy the fun of rushing and fighting, he could no longer hold back.

He raised his steel tomahawk in the air and shouted loudly, "Fight for the glory of Tampas, for revenge! Kill the black lion tribe and the gray wolf tribe!"

"Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!"

Suddenly, all the Bede barbarians on the second line of defense followed him and shouted, and their loud voices of desire for battle echoed at the foot of the mountain. For a moment, they actually overwhelmed the shouts and kills ahead.

"It's not the time yet." Salo said calmly, his voice was very small, but suppressed the roar of the barbarian chief.

He looked down at the movement of enemy troops in the distance.

Although many humanoid creatures encountered barbarian defenders and were baptized by fireball techniques, the barbarian warriors and cavalry of the Black Lion Tribe and the Gray Wolf Tribe realized the danger and immediately bypassed the dead end and advanced along the low path towards the second and third lines of defense.

"What are you waiting for?" asked the impatient chief, frightened by Salou's cold golden pupils, his eyes shrank, and he calmed down again.

Ranger Planda calmly raised a flag in the air and made a pose to prepare for battle.

As most of the Black Lion Tribe's warriors and cavalry entered the complex line of defense, he suddenly dropped the flag.

Immediately afterwards, a loud sound of bows and crossbows suddenly appeared on various commanding heights at the foot of the mountain.

The sharp arrows poured down like rain, and the screaming enemies, roaring wolves, were returned to silence again and again.

Until the rain of arrows stopped, the moose tribe chief, who could not hold back, immediately picked up his steel battle axe, led his barbarian warriors, shouted the name of the God of War Tampas, and rushed down in a mess.

Seeing this situation, the dragon vein warlock Salou smiled helplessly.

He originally planned to release fireball techniques to the ambushed enemies and throw fire glue and strong acid bottles prepared in advance.

Who would have thought that the other party would disrupt the plan?

Fortunately, this did not have a big impact on him.

"We must also fight." Ranger Planda put away his longbow and pulled out the two scimitars from his waist.

Salou nodded quietly, and he carefully observed the situation. The chief of the Moose Tribe had already fought with hundreds of his soldiers and fought together.

"I should have thought that it was impossible for us to unite these barbarian warriors who were blinded by hatred to defend the high ground honestly." Salou said to the Ranger.

Although he was a little angry at the impulsive barbarian chief, he was still surprised by the other party's courage.

The barbarian chief swept the steel battle axe and provoked three enemies and threw them away. The broken limbs and arms flew high into the air with the gushing blood.

"It's understandable, actually."

Ranger Planda seemed to have always smiled in his bright gray-blue eyes, and it did not subside from the fierce battle.

"After all, with the support of Yinhun City, the two barbarian tribes, Black Lion and Gray Wolf, not only conquered the Black Crow Tribe, but also slaughtered more than half of the moose tribe, for a time, forcing them to the desperate situation of extermination. The enemies were particularly jealous when they met."

The commander of the garrison team, Salou, no longer hesitated, and with a command, the horns sounded in an instant.

All the adventurers and soldiers hiding between the foothills rushed out and rushed to the battlefield that was disrupted by the Bede barbarians.

Crying and shouting echoed in the air, and everyone was holding swords and axes and slashing.

The warriors and cavalry of the Black Lion Tribe and the Gray Wolf Tribe were attacked from both sides and backs, and people kept dying. The warriors' spear pierced the backs, the adventurers' hooks pulled them off the backs of their mounts, and the narrow axes penetrated the leather armor, and sharp arrows shot their flexibly leaping and pounced on the wolf.

War is about bleeding. Fully armed soldiers hammer the enemy, smash their heads and skulls, pierce the wooden shield, and break the hands holding the shield.

The half-dragonized Salou smashed the head of a wolf with a hammer. The chief of the Gray Wolf Tribe on the wolf's back was like a weak baby. He was overturned to the ground by him, and then the ranger Planda, who attacked him, cut his throat open with a knife.

In just a moment, the enemy who had the advantage in numbers was defeated by them and fell into a disadvantage.

The barbarian soldiers of the Moose Tribe guarded the intersection tightly and formed a solid line of defense, so that those who tried to escape could only escape from other narrow paths with complex terrain in panic.

At this moment, something that Salou had been worried about happened.

He saw the sudden burst of magic power, bursting fireballs and lightning, many devastating magic energy, and rotating destructive lightning attacking the Moose Tribe's defense line, tearing a huge rift.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! In an instant, people were on their backs and horses flipped, and many humanoid creatures were also knocked to the ground.

Obviously, they are just flesh shields, and the mages from the Yinhun City don't care about their life or death.

Witnessing this cruel disaster, Salou's expression became extremely ugly.

He heard many warriors screaming heart-wrenchingly in the baptism of magic, and saw the scorched marks after the rugged ground was baptized by powerful magic.

He couldn't help but secretly blame himself for neglecting the threat from the magic attack.

After all, he instinctively believed that it was almost impossible for these nomadic barbarians in the desert to appear in spellcasters or shamans, and at the same time, he also reconnaissed that there were no spellcasters in their teams.

However, he did not carefully consider the ghost city, the group of ghost casters, known as the most powerful spellcaster group on the mainland, how could he be not good at strategic teleportation spells?

This magical slaughter lasted for a few seconds, but for the horrified defenders, it was like a long time.

Salou quickly focused his energy and looked for the source of magic.

When he discovered the traces of the ghost mages, he immediately realized that these mages who had lived in the shadow plane and the floating city had made a fatal mistake.

They gathered ignorantly in a dense forest, hid in the shadows, and kept projecting deadly magic.

Salou showed a sneer of revenge.

Immediately afterwards, a surging flame barrier enveloped him, bursting with a scorching breath. Two werewolfs and a goblin in the range of the flames, and everything that could ignite on his body was engulfed by the flames.

This is the combat skills of the Mofeng School taught him by the Lord.

The purpose is to allow him to suppress the irritable true dragon bloodline and skillfully control the power of the flames.

The dragon vein warrior took a deep breath, suddenly spread his wide blood-red dragon wings, holding the war hammer swept by the flames, and rushed down from the air like a sharp arrow piercing the enemy's heart.

He ran down in the burning flames, and a fireball the size of an ogre head came out of his hand, opening the way for him and exploding among the trees.

In the explosion flames, Salou slapped the blood-red dragon wings and flexibly rushed to the right of the woods, then made another sharp turn and swept along the dense bushes.

The flames wrapped around him ignited all the branches and leaves wherever he went.

The ghost mages made fatal mistakes!

He knew that these mages might have set up magic barriers to fight back against the magic of counterattack, repel or dispel flames.

But trees are combustible, and even if the flames cannot burn them, they will temporarily blind them and effectively lose their combat effectiveness.

And thick smoke!

The dense woods became wet and muddy due to the heavy rain and thick fog, and the tumbling smoke made the air extremely heavy.

This is even worse for the mages, who fight back against the flames as they used to, casting magic to summon water.

Their reaction was so strong that the flames were about to be extinguished by them, but how could Salou have mercy on them?

He waved the flame hammer and continued to sprint around the bushes.

Every time you appear from the smoke, you can easily harvest the life of a panicked mage.

The strength of more than a dozen ghost mages is not that outstanding. His Fiery Essence Gold Warhammer can even easily crush their spell shields.

Salou floated in the air like a predator, watching coldly, because he knew that the enemy could not stay in the bushes for a long time.

As he expected, a ghost wizard floated from the bushes and rose above the flames, trying to determine where the enemy was in the woods.

Salou's ready-to-run war hammer hit the back of his head like lightning.

With a burst sound, the mage rolled in the air and finally hung in place until his flight spell failed and fell back into the woods.

When the last mage was solved by him, the dragon vein warlock returned to the original battlefield again.

He saw a new group of enemies rushing down from the foothills.

This is a group of tall cyclops.

Cyclops are not a great thinker or strategist.

They learn slowly and are difficult to innovate because of conservativeness.

Although their huge size and strong bodies make them a terrible threat in combat, they are often deceived by the tricks of smart enemies.

Casting magic on Cyclops in person can scare them. They have almost never seen magic, so they are prone to mistakenly treat wizards, priests or other spellcasters as powerful divine saints.

Obviously, this is a reinforcement from Yinhun City.

The Cyclops waved their huge wooden sticks and rushed up fiercely.

An adventurer could not dodge and was hit on the head on the spot, bursting like a broken watermelon. Another barbarian warrior was knocked back by a Cyclops and fell to the ground, twitching for a few times and stuttering and dying.

Ranger Planda finds the cover, holds the longbow, and faces the Cyclops calmly.

A cold light flashed by.

A giant pierced through his eyes wailed in pain and fell to the ground on his back.

The chief of the Moose Tribe rushed over and chopped another Cyclops to the ground.

Another cold light flashed by, and the third Cyclops fell to the ground and died.

A group of cyclops finally rushed up. Planda no longer had the chance to shoot the third arrow. He drew out the scimitar and met with the barbarian chief.

The ranger rushed into the Cyclops quickly.

He hit the first Cyclops from the side, and a scimitar cut deep into the back of the giant's thigh, preventing its charge.

The Ranger turned his body again, knelt on one knee, and the scimitar was stabbed upwards. The tip of the scimitar, which was shining with cold light, hit the knee of the next giant.

The Cyclops cried and half-squatted down, leaning over to Pranda, but the flexible Ranger had already stood up and disappeared.

The giant hit the barbarian head-on and was ripped open by a steel battle axe.

Seeing a large number of cyclops rushing down from the foothills, Sarou's expression changed suddenly. He quickly got rid of his opponent in front of him and hit the group of cyclops who were rushing towards the ranger.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! A Cyclops who discovered him, a hard wooden stick in his hand circling and flying to block his way.

Salo hurriedly squatted down and danced the flame-burning warhammer above his head.

The sound of the warhammer hitting the knee sounded like a huge tree trunk that was smashed to pieces, and the Cyclops fell to the ground with a wail.

——"Breath of flame!"

Meanwhile, Salo flew into the air and took a deep breath. The scorching flames gushed out of his mouth and swept into the front of the five cyclops that charged and submerged them.

He quickly turned around and saw Planda and the barbarian chiefs in a tough battle under the siege of the Cyclops.

The Dragon Vein Warlock dived to them almost instantly with an incredible speed.

His flaming warhammer was like dense raindrops, and he greeted the giants mercilessly, causing them to fall to the ground and die one after another.

"If this continues, we will be defeated soon." The ranger who escaped from trouble said to Salou using his brief breathing skills.

Salo looked along Planda's gaze.

He was incredibly able to find that there were still nearly two hundred cyclops on the foothills, holding various heavy weapons and launching fierce charges.

"The Cyclops move very slowly. In this case, we can only take advantage of the terrain and fight and retreat." Salou frowned and said his thoughts.

Just as he was about to put it into action, rock arms on the ground, as thick as the cyclops' thighs, suddenly broke out of the ground, twisting like a snake, locking the bodies of the chargers.

More than twenty Cyclops who were hit were squeaking and struggling wildly, but were crushed to death by their shrinking arms.

A stream of blood flowed down the rough outline of the rocky arm.

With the sound of trembling sounds from the ground, burly and tall gray-skinned giants appeared from the foothills on the other side.

The group of gray-skinned giants raised their feet and stepped hard, and the invisible earth element energy surged by.

Ripples appeared on the hard surface, and the ripples splashed like raging winds, which shocked more than 200 cyclops.

The Cyclops stood in front of the gray-skinned giants like children. Under the pressure of their invisible blood, they began to flee in panic.

"We are the stone giant clan from the dark area."
Chapter completed!