"What are you calling nonsense, it's just a little injury. ”

Buck slapped Merlot on the back of the head with a backhand, and when he subconsciously lowered his head to look at his chest, a green energy full of life force was surrounding his wound, and the peeled skin immediately recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Buck immediately took off his dirty navy uniform and greeted the Nemero next to him, "Thank you, my friend. ”

The elven general shook his head indifferently and did not speak, while Knight Wren walked over to Buck and fetched a bucket of water, pouring it all over his head and getting his servants to untie his heavy armor.

"When will the werewolf legion arrive?" Buck took a set of ordinary navy shirts handed by the soldier and draped it over his body, looked at Nemeiro and asked, and when the elven general was about to answer, he rushed to say, "Can we let them arrive before dark today?"

An elven mage took over Somero's healing work, and the elven general's indifferent turquoise eyes showed a little helplessness, he turned his head sideways and whispered something in Elven language to the elven officer beside him, and then looked at Buck and said, "I will try to persuade the werewolves to use the teleportation array of the mage tower, but I don't guarantee that I will be able to convince them." ”

When Buck heard this answer, the smile disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by a cold, serious expression. Obviously, Buck's answer made Buck a little dissatisfied, and he did not hide his dissatisfaction, responding in a rigid tone: "If you can't convince them, tell them that this is an order from the High Command of the Allied El Luk Lord." ”

"I'll bring that sentence to. ”

...

As the 'Adiri Line' ended the night's bloody battles, a new day of fighting began on the main battlefield west of Iruk City.

Today, the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces, Bowenley, personally appeared on the front command platform.

The Puppet Corps, the Mage Corps, the two Magic Warrior Corps, the Kruria Kingdom Mage Corps, the five elite regular legions, the Mage Brigade of the Principality of Suluk, and the two mixed legions were assembled before dawn.

When the earth-shattering war drums were beaten, the First Mixed Legion of the Principality of Suluk, assembled in the middle defense area under the city wall, took a steady step under the cover of a row of thick cowhide tower carts, and slowly advanced towards the stronghold of the undead legion in front, followed by the mage corps of the Eternal Wings.

The twenty catapults set up on the high ground of the stronghold outside the city were agitated gears and threw out a row of rolling stones holding a long thick smoke as they advanced in the huge military formation, and smashed them towards the undead legion position like meteors falling to the ground.

There was a quick reaction in the defense area of the undead legion on the opposite side, and the sour scream of the gums echoed over the battlefield when the rolling stones were about to fall into the stronghold defense area, and in an instant, this screeching sound was connected, and then a dark red protective shield visible to the naked eye appeared out of thin air above the stronghold of the undead legion.

"Zilazila"

The rolling stones smashed into the shield as if they were stuck with glue, and as they slid downward, they burst into brilliant red sparks, making a chewing sound that seemed to be like a giant beast devouring food.

This is the shield of evil power,

According to the archives provided by the elves, such a shield is similar to a 'living' death magic, which requires at least twenty necromancers to rely on their own spiritual sea to work together. In the composition system of death magic, this is a very powerful protective spell, but the mental power consumed is also terrifying.

The most effective way to break this shield is to attack it constantly, destroying it with sheer force.

So, after a round of attacks, the officers next to the catapults everywhere immediately urged the sappers to stir the gears again. The advancing 1st Mixed Legion of the Principality of Suluk also slowed down accordingly, and did not increase its speed again until the army entered the range of the meat grinder and bone arrows.

At this moment, the focus of Bowenright and the top of the coalition forces on the command platform was not on the frontal battlefield, they were wearing thick armor and looking a little crowded around a wooden table covered with maps.

"Where are the puppet legions now?" Bowenwright said loudly, and the others stopped arguing as he asked questions.

"Most of them were grouped behind the defensive stronghold on the right, and a small part was stationed inside the city. A young officer from the Mage Tower replied in place of Botlem.

"There is no need for magic golems in the city!" Bowenwright clenched his fist and smashed into the occupied area of the undead legion on the map, "Our enemies are all here now...", he glanced at the young mage tower officer, and then his gaze fell on Tara Rensko, "Do you want to leave them behind to see the scenery?"

"Haha" Bowenley's humorous words made many officers laugh.

The young officer of the Mage Tower blushed, and it was obvious that he wanted to say something, but Botelem patted him on the shoulder to stop what he wanted to say.

"Order the puppet corps to move forward, and the first and second legions of the kingdom will cover you on both flanks. Bowenwright gave the order to the laughter of the officers.

Botelem took the order and assured: "Before dark, the northern part of the theater will be covered with Allied battle flags." ”

"The attack in the middle needs to be a little bit more intense. Bowenwright turned his head to look at the battlefield that was already fighting fiercely in front of him, "Another corps of magical warriors cut in from the side...", he asked Tra Leinster for advice this time, "What do you think?"

"Absolutely... But I recommend getting afternoon first. Tra Rensco replied almost subconsciously.

"Well," Bowen Lai nodded and pointed at Hades as he commanded, "Take note of my order, and alert me if there is no obvious progress in the mid-lane battle in the afternoon." ”

"Yes, sir. ”

"So..."Bowenlai pointed to the narrow occupation zone of the undead army on the left side of the map, and said, "Our enemy has deployed a large number of troops in this occupied area, and we have also built a corresponding defense system, and the narrow theater here will be the key point of our war, so..." ”

"Steady?" Tra Rensco raised her eyelids, a little strange about Bowenwright's words.

"My request for the left theater of operations is very simple. Bowenright looked at the officers on the left, "Before the battle situation in the middle and right flanks is absolutely superior, you try to keep the battle line stable and try to contain as many enemy forces as possible." ”

As the officers were about to agree, Bowenwright looked at Tra Rensko, "I need you to personally go to the left theater to coordinate and command the next battle." ”

Tra Rensco seemed to be prepared, he nodded lightly and said, "Leave it to me." ”

...

The roar of war drums that shook the sky outside the city of Eloxsi and the strength of the army that shook the earth were soon noticed by the citizens who rose early in the city.

While the whole city was talking, the Principality's administrative office posted a proclamation announcing that the final Armageddon of the Allied forces against the undead army was about to begin, and the impassioned writings of the civilian officials called this war, which had not even begun, a 'war to be won'.

The announcements posted all over the city, read aloud by officials with emotion, ignited the passion of the whole city. Amid the agitation and excitement of the citizens, the Principality's Chief Consul, Covey Rambo, announced his plans for a speech.

Ten o'clock in the morning,

The war outside the city was in the heat of the day, and the intersection outside the building was crowded with citizens who had come to listen to the speeches.

Half past ten

Cove-Rambo walked out of the Governing Building, and was greeted by thunderous cheers and applause, which shocked Cove-Rambo, who had just walked out of the door, and almost took a step back. He subconsciously looked at the crowd crowded at the intersection under the scorching sun, and saw faces that were flushed with excitement.

Cove-Rambo instinctively waved his hand and walked with steady steps towards the podium prepared for him amid the cheers of countless people. His heart was also excited at the moment, although he had given countless speeches during his two years as chief consul, but at that time he was speaking to the big merchant forces and noble families of the principality.

Standing on the high platform, in the midst of countless pairs of hopeful eyes, Cove-Rambo's heart that had been silent for a long time suddenly began to beat violently, and his hands couldn't help but tremble slightly. He took a deep breath and slowly raised his head to meet the hopeful gazes at him.

At the front were the young people left behind in the city, who called out the loudest, and it was they who Kove-Rambo saw first. Behind these young people are women workers in the city, dressed in overalls, not cheering like the young people in front of them, and some even holding their children in their arms.

On the street, far from the podium, so far that it was almost impossible to see, some lonely old men leaned against the fences on both sides of the street, looking at the rulers on the high platform with inquiring eyes, their faces both doubtful and hopeful.

Under the gaze of countless people, Cove-Rambo picked up the speech that he had prepared in his eyes, he lowered his head and looked at the neat text on the speech, and the two mages next to him who were ready to amplify his voice slowly sketched out the magic circle.

For a second...

Two seconds...

Soon, ten seconds passed...

Cove-Rambo couldn't say a word.

Gradually, the noise gradually dissipated, and the entire intersection became unusually quiet, and countless heavy breathing voices replaced the cheers and commotion just now.

"Ladies and gentlemen, in the last three years, we have been through a lot, from the War of Independence to the reform of the country, and we have given a lot for it and received a lot!"

"We could have had more, ushered in a better life, could have enjoyed life with our families in the future, watched our children grow up, and accompanied our parents to the end of their lives!"

"But those undead who have given up their lives and beliefs, they want to kill us, devour us, make us as disgusting and ugly as they are, and we can only resist in the face of the brutal power of the undead!"

"Darkness has shrouded the land of Elukri, as the consul of the principality, because of a series of wrong choices that have put the entire principality in trouble for a while..."

Cove-Rambo seemed to use a lot of his energy when he said this, and his speech was suddenly interrupted.

But his words were being resounded through the mage's amplified circle to all the streets of the crossroads, as well as to the Capitol building on the other side of the canal.

In a small separate conference room, Fiportt-Bob looked at Cove-Rambo on the podium through the half-open window, his indifferent gaze revealed a little inexplicable look, and when Cove-Rambo's voice was interrupted, he looked down at the letter full of codes in his hand and sighed in a low voice.

"Now..."

After a short pause, Cove-Rambo's speech continued:

"Now, with our allies, I will lead you to follow King Pedy Reagan of the Kingdom of Cruria and destroy the undead who have turned their backs on their faith and ancestors, and I am confident that the darkness will soon be dispelled and the light will shine again on this ancient land. ”

After saying this, Cove-Rambo deliberately stopped again.

When the officials in the ruling buildings around the podium heard this, cold sweat broke out on their foreheads, and some high-ranking officials tried to rush to the podium several times to stop Cove-Rambo.

There were no questions in the crowd, and the citizens remained quiet, only this time it was eerily quiet.

"Sons of the Principality of Suluk, I am Kove-Rambo. ”

"Will you be a traitor?" finally a citizen asked in a loud voice.

"Yes, I heard... I've heard that many of you are calling me a traitor, yes... In a sense, I am indeed a traitor, but if my betrayal can keep us alive, and can make you who are not willing to turn their backs on your homeland live, I would rather be a traitor myself!"

"What is Iruk City?"

"He is our homeland, our ancestors are buried in this land, and our sacred faith is buried deep under this land!"

"Me!"

"Cove-Rambo!"

"The former Lord of Halok, the current Chief Archon of the Duchy of Suluk!"

"I swore to guard each and every one of you... Even if the price is to become a 'betrayer', even if it is to give up the Eluk Lord, which has been guarded by the Rambo family for generations, I will not hesitate to choose to abide by my oath!"

Cove-Rambo roared so loudly that his voice became hoarse and unpleasant at the end, and he paused for a long time when he said this, and then said calmly in a voice that seemed to be cut off: "The kingdom of Pedy Reagan has promised us peace, eternal peace!"

"I believe in you, Count Rambo!" shouted a young man in overall, sitting on a street sign in the middle of the intersection, calling his lord with all his might.

No one responded to him, but no one contradicted him either.

"Thank you. Cove-Rambo saluted solemnly, looked at the young man seriously, looked around at everyone, and said, "Thank you too." ”

"Don't forget your promise of our peace, eternal peace!"

"The Elok Lords don't need war anymore!"

"There is no need for tyrant killing!"

Some people loudly put forward their own conditions...