The Immortal Scepter is a scepter made of unknown materials, and the Pope uses it to cast magic in front of all of us, and the light of Antonio's canon is even more dazzling.

Out of the book flew a chapter of light, on which was drawn a door and a passage in dragon script, which I could understand.

The meaning of that passage was roughly the same as what the Pope said, and at the Pope's instruction, I put my hand on the door of light.

Immediately after that, countless filaments of light wrapped around my hand from the light gate, instantly pulling me into the light gate.

"You're finally here, Belgrave the Dragon!" a strange man's voice suddenly rang through my head

In just a moment, the white light in front of him gradually disappeared, and the snowflakes flew in the sky.

Third Age, October 5, 1012, the Frost Month.

"Lord Lancelot, we are really thanks to you for the fact that we are going so well today. A middle-aged man wearing a crown and dark gold plate armor all over his body said to me

It turns out that at this moment I have become one with Lancelot, and I am experiencing these things from his perspective.

I didn't speak to the middle-aged man with the crown on his head, just silently rode a horse alongside him.

In front of us and behind us are tens of thousands of well-armed Delman soldiers. The cavalry around us, in particular, is the knightly guard of His Majesty the famous Holy Emperor Barossa. The middle-aged man next to me, wearing a crown and dark gold plate armor, is His Majesty Barossa.

At this moment, I am Lord Lancelot, the chief magical advisor of His Majesty the Holy Emperor, and the number one magician of the Empire.

In this snow-capped Tamil Plateau, the most majestic landscape in the world, my mood is a little surging.

With cold winds and snowflakes flying, our army, protected by the gods, has finally made its way to attack Anrela, the capital of the Dwarven Kingdom.

The entire continent of Hadilardo stretches from the orc kingdom in the west, the Haruz kingdom in the desert, to the Delman Empire itself in the east. From the Kingdom of Norsland in the north and the Kingdom of Kurut in the steppe, to the Kingdom of Elves in the south. Such a large territory was either attached to the Empire, subjugated, or directly annexed to the Delman Empire.

It can be said that the territory of the Holy Delman Empire, except for the dwarven kingdom in the far north, has not been conquered, and the rest is the imperial holy emperor Barossa.

Now, the empire is finally pointing to the north, and His Majesty Barossa has personally commanded tens of thousands of imperial elites to conquer the dwarven kingdom and dominate the entire Hadilardo continent.

Wherever the army went, it met stubborn resistance, but it was invincible. I saw that the flags were in the sky, and there were dwarf corpses along the way.

Finally arrived at the capital of the dwarves, the rock-solid fortress, Anrela. It is a city that towers over a snow-capped mountain, majestic and difficult to defend.

The Dwarves are a race of skilled craftsmen, and their castle fortresses are extremely strong.

The cold winds blowing from the Tamil Plateau bring snow from the ground to the air, and the scenery of the far north is as vast as the eye can see.

When the soldiers approached the city, I couldn't help but be amazed by the dwarven city.

The snow-white walls of the city are integrated with the snow-capped mountains of the far north, and the weapons on the walls are ready to go. It seems that the dwarves are ready for a decisive battle, and we are about to storm the city with all our might.

Tall siege engines had been erected, and siege engines and ladders were approaching Anrela's walls.

However, at this moment, a huge horn sound came from the city wall of Anrela, which was flying the flying fire dragon flag on a white background.

I saw the dwarven gate slowly descending, and a dozen or so ancient giants rushed out of the huge gate. They were followed by a dozen mammoths and more than a thousand dwarven knights, all of whom rode wild boars or antelopes.

At this time, the Imperial soldiers, on the orders of the Holy Emperor Barossa, loaded the catapults with incendiary stone projectiles. After the live ammunition was loaded, the commander gave the order to fire, and for a moment fireballs whistled across the vast sky, smashing into Anrela's gates, walls, and dwarven army.

The fury of war has burned, and the ultimate battle between humans and dwarves has finally begun.

I, Lancelot, looked at the Holy Emperor Barossa, and he also looked at me heroically smiling and nodding at me.

"Lancelot, from now on, there will be only one ruler and his virtuous retainers on this continent. And I, the ruler, will be the one and only virtuous man! Follow me, and let us kill us. "After His Majesty had finished speaking to me, he rode his horse and galloped to the forefront of the army.

"Soldiers, in today's battle, there will be no more enemies, and we will step on the bones of the enemy to welcome the glory that belongs to us!" the Holy Emperor shouted to tens of thousands of elite Imperial soldiers

The horn of the human charge also sounded slowly, and thousands of Delman Royal Cavalry Guards, all dressed in black plate armor and full of horses, charged towards the army of dwarves along with His Majesty the Holy Emperor.

I saw all this with my own eyes through Lancelot's eyes, and I was thrilled to experience such a war of this magnitude in this life. Although I have no control over all this, I can only follow Lancelot's every move to feel the war of hundreds of years ago.

Immediately, Lancelot also rode up to the Holy Emperor. As the Holy Emperor's magical advisor, he must not only protect the Holy Emperor, but also play a huge role in the war.

Seeing the ancient giants a few meters tall with my own eyes was still a little intimidating to me.

But the Household Cavalry Guard, armed to the teeth, rushed at them without fear, accompanied by a huge fireball flying from behind.

In comparison, the number of dwarves is indeed a bit underwhelming, although we have heard of the dwarves' combat prowess.

The giant mammoth, combined with the skill of the dwarven craftsmen, gave birth to a powerful war machine, the mammoth was fitted with a lot of metal armor, and a tower was built on the mammoth's back, so that some dwarven spear-throwers could attack the enemies below from above, while also controlling the direction of the mammoth so that the mammoth would not accidentally damage allies.

I dismounted at this moment, stood in the center of the army, and began to cast the spell.

The Holy Emperor and a team of royal guards were around me, and they knew I needed a little time.

By this time, the armies of both sides had already collided violently. In a moment, the earth trembled, and everyone's heart shook.

The huge mammoth trampled to death many of the royal guard knights at once, and the dwarven spear-throwers on it also pierced some with their spears. Twisted armor, shattered bones, splattered bodily fluids, it's hard to imagine that this was a mighty royal knight a few seconds ago.

And I, too, have finally completed the preparation of the spell at this moment, so let's watch my performance!