The next morning, with a hint of bleakness.
When the morning light was dyed red and the strong wind blew the thin clouds in the sky, the dense jungle outside Susar City, war horses neighed softly, stretched their hooves to spread the soft ground covering the fallen leaves.
The soldiers lowered their voices and joked nervously.
From time to time, the steel Regent Xisaiya heard the collision of spears and the faint sound of her armor. Even though she had a sharp hearing, her voice seemed hazy and blurry.
"The war is about to begin, so we should leave here as soon as possible." The old voice of the royal wizard Sandrakot sounded behind Cialisia.
Shisia looked back at the old wizard and found that he looked even more tired and thinner than yesterday.
This made her realize that the heavy damage suffered by the Royal Mage Yu Feilin Mokui in the battle was probably not as simple as she imagined.
Otherwise, as a wizard with a medium-level legend, he would not have been arranged here.
Indeed, he was not involved in this war.
Although he insisted on his position and tried to contribute to the defense of Susal City, Brian strongly demanded that he be held responsible for protecting her and the little king's safety.
"Memories will slowly fade over time, just like your favorite forest path, gradually becoming deserted."
"Aren't people just a bunch of memories? What's more precious than this that makes an elderly person feel a little warmth and joy when rummaging through his own memory pocket?"
Xisia recalled the almost helpless words that the Royal Mage said when he left Brian's room yesterday.
These words made her feel inexplicably sad and bitter.
After all, once the war is unfavorable, she will abandon the thousand-year imperial capital of the Kingdom of Cormier, and even the entire south of the kingdom. Under the protection of the royal wizard, she will take the little king to the city of Arabia in the north.
Beside Hisiah, in addition to the royal wizard Sandrakot, there are also his student Teresa and the pastor Kalena of the Church of the Earth, as well as ten Purple Dragon Knights.
"I can't leave at this time, as this will make the soldiers ahead mistakenly think that we have abandoned them." Xisiah stared through the gaps in the dense forest as she stared at the knights who looked like ghosts, galloping through her own sight, and she insisted on her opinion.
"I want the soldiers of the Kingdom of Cormier to know that their king is behind them and are witnessing them fighting bloody battles for the Kingdom."
"After all, what should come... it will come naturally, and no one can escape." She glanced at the little king who was held in Kalena's arms and whispered helplessly, "Just like the thousand-year curse of the kingdom... the evil spirit of disaster."
When the war came, Hiseya knew that it would mean death, perhaps the death of the old wizard... maybe it was her and the little king, and even Brian who commanded the war.
No one is safe in war, and anyone's life is in danger.
So Xisaiya didn't want to choose to escape. Since she could not participate in this war in person, she chose to wait here.
Whether it is victory, failure, or death, she will face it calmly.
This was what she and Brian agreed to him personally, and he did not strongly object to it.
"It will be fine, Hiseya." Brian smiled softly and said softly, "It's just a battle, don't be afraid."
Xisaiya also gave him a smile, "I have to become a fool first to be not afraid, Brian."
Her voice was equally gentle, "I have participated in countless battles, and personally, those past battles are far more difficult than this time. So don't worry, I will do everything I can to protect the Kingdom of Cormier without any fear."
The admiration filled his deep black eyes, and he smiled and said, "Please forgive me, you may have been through the battlefield for a long time, Ms. Regent."
She knew it was his words to comfort her, but for her, she still enjoyed endlessly.
She put away the smile on her face and said to him, "I pray that war will not make you and me cruel, but I will definitely not be unfamiliar with war. Whether it is victory or failure, I will always be waiting for you here."
"I haven't forgotten the responsibilities I shoulder," he said to her. "I will fight until the last moment. However, Shisiah Obaiszier, if it really comes to an irreversible situation, I will give priority to my own safety. After all, there are more upcoming dangers waiting for me."
The gratitude and the hope made Ciseya feel a little weak.
She looked up at Brian, his side face facing her, and the lines of her face seemed to be outlined by the artist, clean and straight.
But his eyes staring into the distance and his frown eyebrows betrayed his pretended calm and calm expression.
Even in the dark area, even facing the incarnation of the Demon Lord, he had never shown such a solemn expression.
As Brian left, Shisia watched him go away, her fingers tremblingly and bent, and she slowly covered her palms, as if she wanted to protect the parting kiss.
The war song sounded, the war drums sounded, and the orc troops marched into a unique music.
When the purple dragon raged to the imperial capital, they took down all the towns in the King's Forest area with lightning speed, and are now heading towards their next target.
At today's scale, their confidence has been thriving, almost roaring all the way south, as if they are worried that others will not feel their existence.
In addition to carrying many temporarily made and seized war equipment, many also brought some more terrifying spoils to remember this war of aggression, such as trolls and ogres, who seemed very happy to decorate themselves with their fingers and ears.
Susar has been preparing for this attack for many days, and the residents have spent countless sleepless nights for this. They have had countless nightmares of orcs breaking through the city gate like a tide.
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The beasts of the Storm Horn Mountains were hiding from them from afar, the hungry army was never picky about food, and the bisons and gazelles that dared to approach were cut off their heads and solved on the spot.
To the west of Susal, an army of large tribes such as ogres, trolls and hill giants lined up the teams in a narrow line, passing through the winding paths of the dusty swamp.
Even though there are tall mossy woods on both sides, the scorching sun still shines in through the gaps.
Two attack forces from the Forest of Kings and the Horn of Storm will meet in Susal City. They hope to meet successfully and completely crush Susal who is sandwiched in the middle.
Xisia waited patiently, listened quietly to the sound of the forest, and felt the cold wind floating through her hair.
Before we knew it, it was almost noon and the troops of both sides had not yet collided. Xisaiya couldn't help but worry secretly.
She was worried about which part of the problem was wrong.
Before Susal's army set off, Brian arranged for the Ranger Commander Bethrina to take the lead with 300 elite Rangers to take the lead, responsible for attracting the attention of the scouts placed around Susal City and covering the whereabouts of the main force.
"The gods Sidrien are here, I dare to guarantee my life. The orcs have absolutely not discovered our whereabouts. My ranger did not let any crow fly back to the King's Forest. My priest also used divine art to intercept all magical messengers. I personally used the divine art of evasion detection to temporarily isolate all explorations around me."
The Ranger Commander Bethrina, who held the battle bow, smiled gently, and her blue eyes dotted with golden light spots were chilling, making her feel so familiar.
"We met nearly a hundred orc scouts who came to check the abnormalities, but unfortunately they would never be able to go back and report the situation. The orc's "Great Sage" should send more talents instead of hiding in the forest to build useless catapults. In short, he was not sure where our main force was leaving the city."
"What is the size of the orcs' troops stationed in the Forest of Kings?" Bryan asked.
"It's more than I thought, about 25,000, and I live in three camps, scattered around the edge of the King's Forest." The Ranger said confidently:
"It is their only way to cut off the connection between Susal and the north. It seems that this great sage is not stupid, but it will also be their fatal weakness. Their wolf cavalry is about 2,000."
"The situation has changed, and the orcs' army is nearly three times ours." said the war lord Auglas. "It's obvious that they are all out."
"Good," Brian said calmly, "because of this, they lack two things, two things that are deadly."
"What is lacking?" Everyone looked at him one after another.
"Discipline and patience," Brian replied.
After the main force left the city, it quickly met with more than 4,000 people brought by Brian from the North.
Moreover, during the march, other new forces joined one after another, including several mercenary groups of good size, small lords and stragglers who lost their masters, as well as many adventurers who volunteered to join the battle.
What surprised Shisia the most was that Brian actually convinced the Goliaths in Skeleton Rock Town to join the expulsion battle, and they brought nearly a thousand Goliath warriors and druids.
At this moment, before the orcs' "Great Sage" noticed something strange, the army of the Kingdom of Cormier had completed the meeting and was ready to fight.
The decisive battle is coming.
Xisiah took the little king and watched Brian ride a war horse summoned from the outer plane.
As a spellcaster, by his side, many guards gathered naturally to ensure that he could release his spells with peace of mind.
In addition to the dragon vein sorcerer Salou and the ghostly magician in Mokou Town, there is also the consul from Tivanton, a tall and burly tiger man, Kutaige.
She was very familiar with the consul of Tivanton.
She can still remember deeply that whenever this funny tiger man came to Arab City to report the situation, he often shouted a slogan with a smile: Brave tiger, not afraid of difficulties.
This time, there are still no exceptions.
At that time, she would mischievously say: Brave tigers are all difficult.
This time, she chose to remain silent.
As for the magician Tifflin who was hiding in the shadows, wearing a black robe, unable to see his face clearly.
Not only did she feel strange, but every time she looked at his prism-shaped eyes, she seemed to feel like she was being stared at by a poisonous snake that would show its fangs at any time.
In response to this, she could only pray secretly, so that the orcs would also be afraid of the magician's eyes.
Moglan, the Paladin leader of the Arm Armor Cult, also volunteered to follow Bryan.
What surprised Hiseya the most was the spiritual leader in Skull Rock Town, a soul shaman with a strength of reaching the legendary realm.
But he looked too old, with a long white beard dragged to his knees and shrinking his thin body, no different from an old human being in his twilight years.
If it weren't for those sapphire-bright eyes, she even doubted whether the old shaman could raise his feet and walk.
Even so, Ciseya knew very well in her heart that in the face of a war shaman, the ancient green dragon, the eight orcs, the powerful eight demon generals, how much power these people have to fight back.
If it is really a critical moment of life and death, are these people enough? Can these tens of thousands of people really defeat the orc army?
"Chee—"
A faint bird song from afar interrupted the deepest concern in Xisia's heart.
The originally crisp and nice whispered sound in her ears seemed to have a cold blade slashing across her neck, making her hair suddenly appear and she couldn't help but shivering.
Time seemed to be the second when the birds sing, and the air around her frozen, allowing her to clearly hear her heartbeat.
"The orcs are coming." Kalena, who was holding the little king, whispered to her, and prayed in a devout manner, "May God Earth be with us."
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He slept so well, with a curved smile on his lips, breathing like a slight sigh of leaves, and his smooth face turned red.
The surrounding woods became quiet, and in the silence, she could hear the sound of the army.
Although the distance was far, it was approaching quickly. The sound of horses galloping, guns, swords and armor attacked, the soldiers muttered to themselves, and laughter and scolding rose and fell.
The orcs also began to march.
The anxious soldiers quickly packed up the tents that had lived for a long time.
In order to kill time to suppress the irritability, the weapons in their hands have been polished over and over again. Now these things are put in scabbards, or just carried on their backs, ready to taste the blood of the Cormier people.
And those armors dyed with red light by the rising sun and the painted oil paint were also worn.
The orc army began to advance.
They were like bloodthirsty beasts that were pulled hard by their masters, and different troops were fighting for a more advanced advantageous position.
The orc's "Great Sage" seemed to have expected this desire.
The Eight Orcs led their respective elite warriors to ride their huge black wolf through the troops.
Following them were orc drummers who were marching the rhythm of the marching.
Gradually, the expected chaos subsided temporarily.
All the troops also began to move in a consistent manner: the orcs were at the forefront, followed by ogres, then trolls, hill giants, and many weak slaves of the goblins and kobolds were scattered in various parts of the entire army.
The soldiers, like soldiers in the vast ocean, took steps under the rhythm of drum beats, and even the earth shook.
In past battles, these war drums once made Cormier's civilians frightened before they could see orcs appear.
The Cormiers almost think of orcs, they think of primitiveness and think that they are very civilized, so they feel complacent.
But, who is a dwarf who stays safe in the rock hall will understand the pleasure of being enjoyed by orcs to the fullest extent of their enemy's corpses?
Which proud and arrogant human could have the opportunity to experience losing in the desire to fight, and after a few minutes, he found himself standing on the corpse of an enemy, making a hoarse roar?
Which elf will taste the joy of listening to the echo of the soul in a real battle and fighting side by side with the soul of the ancestors?
No.
This is the orcs, this is their glory.
Some of them were barefoot, some wore shoes, some had hooves, and some had two big toes. When they marched, the earth surrendered to it.
Green, blue, brown, pale and pink skin or underneath the fur are tight muscles.
They shouted loudly, spears and swords, crossbows and blades, were always ready to unsheath the attack.
Thousands of strong soldiers, with the same purpose, gathered into a torrent and headed straight for Susal to the south.
Billions of years seem to have come and gone, and the sounds are getting louder and louder. Xisaiya heard more laughter and jokes, and someone issued orders, and the water was flying when crossing the stream.
A horse was humming, and a man was cursing.
Finally she saw him... Although she only looked at the bottom of the valley through the thin slits in the forest, she knew very well that it must be him.
Even at such a long distance, Brian's figure is still clearly visible.
As soon as he appeared, he disappeared and was once again covered by the bushes.
"Our large-scale action, according to the orcs' character, they would never stay honestly in the tent of mosquitoes and rotten stinking." Bethrina, the leader of the Moon Elf Ranger, was still so confident and confident. "Their 'Great Sage' would like us to go out of the city to fight them to the death."
Brian nodded slightly, carefully studied the map on the table, and said to the Earl of Silverhorn, "You attack them here with three hundred cavalry, and take the royal flag, and don't fight."
"When they chase after us, we will be there..." His hands kept moving on the small map, giving instructions, "Here, here, here...set up ambush waiting for them."
"here!"
The size of sixteen washbasins, burning with scorching flames, dragging the slender tail flames and falling from the sky.
"Boom!!!..."
The hot fireball exploded, and the violent impact accompanied by a loud bang made the earth tremble.
The open valley where the orc army gathered was ignited for a moment, just like the sun suddenly rose and set from the valley.
Countless orcs, ogres and trolls flew high into the sky in a violent impact, flying higher than the ignition of flames, and higher than everything the bystanders who were deeply shocked.
Countless enemies were blown to pieces, and wreckage was everywhere.
"here!"
The warm sunlight was torn apart by the shade and was ruthlessly thrown on the ground, covering the dark purple armor passing by, sparkling with a crystal clear orange luster.
"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."
The war lord of Tampas, Oglas, led the three thousand purple dragon knights, and played a low and thick horn of revenge.
"Rumbling!..."
The sound of galloping horse hooves sounded, the sound of three thousand purple dragon knights trampling by, curious as heavy as thousands of troops, even the earth was trembling slightly.
The purple purple dragon flag was flying in the wind, and the heavy cavalry led by the war lords, with the momentum of a landslide, crashed straight down from the east side of the orc army and smashed into their flanks, as if notifying their army that all had entered the trap.
As the speed got faster and faster, they eventually turned into an unstoppable torrent of steel, tearing apart the formation of the orc army in an instant.
"here!"
The streams flow in the valley, winding through the cliffs, and the sun shines on the water.
"Bang!"
When a firework rose into the sky, the moment the ridge opposite exploded, more than 500 spellcasters, mainly war mages, poured out their magic and scrolls in one go.
In an instant, many spells such as frost, flames, lightning, and strong acids interwoven into the orcs' rear army, irritating a group of irritating arcane storms, blocking their retreat, as if telling them that they should never ignore the power of magic, otherwise your life will soon end with a gorgeous splendor.
The sound of magic is deafening, shocking, and never stops.
In the valley below, Xisia heard the orcs shouting loudly, screaming one after another, in chaos, trampling on each other, and countless casualties were injured.
As Brian said, one of their fatal weaknesses is: discipline!
In the chaos, the orc's horn and war drum sounded at the same time, hurried and sharp, as if shouting: Run! Run! Run!
"Road forward! Ruad forward!"
The commanders of the orc army hissed and shouted, shaking the valley.
Countless orcs swarmed towards the front of the valley like a tide.
"And here!"
The sound of the forest lingers in my ears.
A horn sounded, and the sound was soft and quiet, like a music.
This is the horn of the elves. At the order of Brian, the elves and archers hiding among the branches all sprinkled arrows.
Arrows flew out from the dim forest, drawing long and slow arcs.
They seemed to slowly glide in the air, and their arrow feathers swung lightly with the wind until the moment they hit, their speed and strength did not increase at all, but each arrow hit the target accurately, and the evil humanoid creatures fell down one after another, as if leaves falling on the sandy road, and like wheat swept by a sharp sickle.
The orcs ran quickly in the rain of arrows, roaring as they ran.
The elves' bows and arrows greeted them like hail, hundreds, thousands, and countless in an instant.
Many people fell to the ground by arrows, and their shouts turned into wail.
At this time, the second wave of attacks had fallen from the air, and the archers put the third arrow on the bowstring.
Immediately afterwards, the forest around the valley exhaled a breath that had been suppressed for a long time, and the entire valley was suddenly filled with continuous wailing sounds.
Sisia looked around and saw Cormier's soldiers raising their spears, taking off the soil and leaves that were used to cover the reflection, revealing the extremely sharp and cruel sword blades.
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When the rain of arrows fell again, the dwarves of the Jiandun clan took the lead in blowing the horn of revenge, and their voices were violent and intense.
The battle roster belonging to Susal came from right in front of the valley, and the sound was low and thick, full of mourning.
At the same time, Thunderstone Castle, Goliath Mountaineer, Mokou Town, Tivanton and other various rapid, thick, or passionate battle horns joined the chorus of this charge and launched a full-scale counterattack on the orc army.
Sisia stood quietly in the woods, motionless, surrounded by the Royal Mage, Kalena, Teresa and others.
They were on high ridges, but the woods almost completely obscured the war below.
Listening to the fierce battle below, her fingers began to be out of control and kept shaking, and her heart also jumped, and cold sweat kept oozing out of her palms.
Sure enough, she suddenly discovered it from the corner of her eyes.
Many large tribes such as ogres, trolls and hill giants who came to support the Storm Horn Mountains west of Susal are about to join this chaotic battle.
"Dong!Dong!Dong!Dong!Dong…"
The drums were getting closer and closer, sneaking under her skin, causing her whole body to tremble.
In an instant, the enemy had appeared in front of him, emerged from the top of the hills and poured into the battlefield below the valley in chaos.
At this moment, an oval portal with a diameter of about 5 meters was suddenly cut above the group of new forces.
From afar, she saw a group of mosquitoes and flies in her sight, circling and flying above the ogres, trolls and hill giants in amidst the buzzing sounds.
"Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang..."
The crisp and pleasant sound of glass shattering suddenly rose, and a sea of ​​hot fire rose from this humanoid biological force.
The sound of wailing, the sound of pain, the sound of cursing, and the sound of trampling on each other... made the already chaotic army even more like ants on a hot pan, making a mess.
The most painful thing in the sea of ​​fire is the trolls. Their rubber-like skin is facing the scorching flames that are like maggots attached to bones, and they have no power to resist.
Spells flashed with spells.
Large mechanical puppets, like steel rocks, smashed into this group of chaotic enemies.
A constituent torrent composed of various mechanical puppets such as the Crusher, the Hammerer, the Shield Guardian, and even gargoyles and a few steel golems, stirring up steel storms with skull shattering and flesh splattering among the ogres, trolls and hill giants.
"roar!……"
The terrifying dragon roar came from the sky and ravaged the entire battlefield in an instant, causing soldiers on the battlefield, regardless of the enemy or our side to tremble and fear appeared in their eyes.
A howling wind hit.
A huge figure swept down from the sky, but this was just the beginning. When the first huge green dragon appeared, two adult green dragons appeared immediately.
The dragon wings rolled up the wind, sand and blood rain in the sky, and the terrible pressure enveloped all the ordinary things on the ground.
The ancient green dragon in the lead spreads its dragon wings like a huge shadow.
The figure of the three-headed dragon flew past the Cormier Army formation in an instant, and the terrifying dragon breath was born in the army's square formation, clearing out lines of death like plowing the ground.
The sound of the dragon roar seemed to penetrate Shisaiya directly. She found herself trembling all over, her heart seemed to be tightly grabbed and could not breathe.
She couldn't help but start praying for the Cormier warriors fighting below, because it was a kind of horror, horror, and death.
"Dong!Dong!Dong!Dong!Dong…"
The ancient sacrificial war drum sounded, and groups of orcs had their eyes red, their heads raised and roared into a violent state, launching a crazy attack.
These orcs, who were like mad, rushed towards the half-moon gun formation formed by rows of enemy troops without hesitation, like steel hedgehogs with thorns on both sides.
The new moon is in the sky, sharp and thin as a knife, time passes like water, day shortens, and night grows.
In this battle, the sun could not shine on the valley below, and the moonlight was not the same as it, and even the stars seemed to have become indifferent spectators.
Although the night that had already arrived could not be allowed to see the battlefield, it could at least allow her to hear the whole process.
The echoes in the valley were turbulent, the crackling of the broken spear, the sound of swords and swords, the roar of dragons, the roar of magic, and countless hissing shouts and prayers.
When she realized that it was useless to open her eyes, she closed her eyes and listened intently.
She heard horse hooves running, iron boots splashing shallow water, swords slashing the oak shield, friction of steel collisions, fireballs exploded, lightning leaping, bows and arrows roaring, war drums thunder, countless war horses and wolves screamed at the same time.
The valley seemed to disturb hearing, and once, she seemed to hear Brian's voice, as clear as if he was standing beside him and shouted, "Agotus! Agotus!"
Then, she heard the roar of the red dragon, and her sharp teeth tear the flesh, and the other giant dragon let out a painful howl with fear.
It is hard for her to tell how many dragons were involved in this battle.
A few rays of red dawn emerge from the east, and dawn emerges from dawn.
The distant sky condensed into a colorful pond, and a dark purple light pillar pierced into the misty valley like a sharp sword.
Accompanied by a deafening wail, the sound gradually weakened and finally calmed down.
The first cavalry crossed the jungle and appeared in Chisia's sight.
He did not wear armor, but only a piece of ordinary clothes stained with mud and blood, undoubtedly to save some effort on the horses beneath him.
But even so, the horse was already out of breath and foaming at the mouth when it arrived.
The Purple Dragon Knights hurriedly supported the trembling warrior. He was almost about to fall off his horse, and the mount under him seemed to be on the verge of collapse.
The knights helped him down as gently as possible.
At this time, his cloak fell aside, and everyone realized that all the blood belonged to the dark-haired and bearded warrior.
He struggled and said, "We... have already..."
Before he finished speaking, he sniffed.
Not long after, Shisiaya saw Bryan and her group appear in her sight.
He rode a maroon war horse that he found from somewhere, pale and tired. He held the reins with his right hand and his left arm drooped weakly, but he seemed to be safe and sound.
This made her breathless.
When he walked in, she realized that his cloak and coat were covered with solidified black blood, and his drooping left arm was still oozing smelly pus and blood.
"It's nothing big, it's just a shaman who is infected with the disease." Brian shook his arm and gasped in the air. "At worst, cut it down and grow it again."
He turned over and dismounted and almost fell to the ground. The priest Kalena, who was beside him, quickly supported him, released his magical skills, and treated his wounds.
After a while, a large group of people followed.
Although she had long expected that casualties would not be avoided on the battlefield, she still felt a little difficult to accept when she learned about the detailed battle damage.
Because there were too many people who were left in the valley where the orcs were fighting the decisive battle.
The Moon Elf Ranger Commander Bethrina Yongar, the legion commander of the Shield Dwarf, Baronde Slitting Stone, the Paladin leader of the Arm Armor Cult, Moglan, the spiritual leader of Goliath, the soul shaman...
The war lord Auglas bit off one arm by the green dragon, and the supreme commander of the East Realm lost his two sons...
Even if she learned from Brian that only one of the Eight Orcs Demons died, the legendary Orc Sword Saint of the Warblade clan died in battle, and the two adult green dragons brought by the ancient dragon were killed, she still couldn't hide her sadness.
"Although we won the battle to defend Susar."
Brian said calmly, "But not the entire war, as long as the orcs' 'Great Sage' dies for a day, they will make a comeback one day."
Chapter completed!