Meanwhile, on the plains in the distance, a huge army was marching towards the town of Rayleigh.

"Knock, knock, knock!" The sound of war drums seemed to beat on people's hearts, making it difficult to breathe. King Gravel's banner fluttered in the sky, and rows of soldiers walked down the hill and marched into the distance.

King Gravel sat on his horse, looking at the black-pressed Norsland warriors who walked past him, with great heroism in his heart.

The war horse under his crotch was shaking his head and snorting, and the carved armor on his body was heavy and hard, which really made him very comfortable, very comfortable.

There is no end to the vast army in front of him, and King Gravel has brought almost all the troops that the Kingdom of Norsland can draw, adding up to more than 30,000.

Accompanied by the majestic beat of drums and trumpets, a huge phalanx next to each other was slowly moving forward. Between these phalanxes, which were moving slowly forward, were long, long, wheatfield-like passages, and the cavalry in charge of liaison was riding back and forth.

Even in the eyes of the layman, the army of Northland in front of him can definitely be regarded as an elite army with strict discipline. With such an army, reinforcements from the mercenary guilds on the island of Partini and the kingdom of Kurut on the steppes, King Gravel was confident that he would not be able to defeat the battle.

"Phew!" said Lord Holf, dressed in the same armor, with his reins in front of King Gravel, and said in a loud voice, "Your Majesty!

"Ahem!" cleared his throat, King Gravel did not feel that his army needed to wait, he waved his hand, and commanded his subordinates: "Order the troops in front to form a phalanx and stand by! The troops in the back continue to move forward!

Just kidding, tens of thousands of Norslan troops plus high technology from the Empire. The commander of the opposing side did not dare to compete with his army, even if he was beaten with iron.

"Whew!" a cross-wind blew, and the grass rippled in the wind. The soldiers, dressed in gray steel armor, walked up the hillside in the distance step by step.

"Your Majesty! I heard that the phalanx is already being reorganized in front of me...... Let's go too!" Lord Holf pulled the reins of his horse, turned his horse's head, and began to rush forward. The cavalry on both flanks of King Gravel also began to ride forward, and the earth was trampled by countless horses' hooves, and there was a dull thud.

The cavalry holding high the banner clutched the battle flag in his hand, and the Norslan banner on it was torn apart by the wind, and the rolling and waving display was pleasing to the eye. King Gravel rode on horseback, clamped the horse's belly between his legs, and pulled the reins to make the horse take a step forward.

The huge drum cart, drawn by several war horses, was behind King Gravel, and the drummers on it were still tirelessly beating the war drums as tall as people in front of them, and the dull drum sound that made King Gravel energetic was hammered out by them at once.

King Gravel, who let the war horse slowly move forward, was also observing his army with the eyes of a leader at this time. During the march, these infantry, the archers, and the cavalry on both flanks, all maintained an unconventional formation.

And the whole army moved, without a loud noise, and even the footsteps of these soldiers were accompanied by the beat of drums, without the slightest mess. No matter which direction you look at, the army in front of you is an impeccable and strong opponent!

The most elite troops of the Kingdom of Norsland, including the most powerful of the two lords, combined with the newly expanded armies, will definitely wipe out the enemies who have come to harass the Blackstone Castle.

If you can't win like this, that's really unreasonable. That's what King Gravel thought in his heart. He knew that each of these soldiers was a carefully selected veteran and had always been very strong in combat, and that the rest of the troops were also newly trained elites, and each of them was a strictly trained and qualified soldier.

Just when General King Gravel was proud of his invincible army, a great shadow obscured the sun above him. It was as if a dark cloud was covering the sky above him.

"Roar!" a deafening whistling sound even drowned out the dull drumming of the giant war drums, and a huge airship flew over the head of King Gravel's general, and with an indomitable momentum, it climbed higher into the sky in the distance.

Then, before General General Gravel could catch his breath, a second airship followed and swept past the marching columns of Northland, causing many of the soldiers to look up in horror. This airship was even bigger than what had just flown over, and it looked even more terrifying.

Then came the third airship and the fourth, their shadows gliding across the ground, and all the soldiers of the Kingdom of Norsland were delighted. Although these airships were not very fast and did not fly particularly high, they were no longer the prerogative of the Imperials, giving the soldiers of Northland a firm morale and great courage.

"Your Majesty! Our vanguard forces have collided with the Imperial forces now entrenched in Blackstone Fort in the town of Rayleigh. These nasty fellows ......" At this time, an officer came over and reported to King Gravel the latest situation of the battle ahead.

"What's the matter," King Gravel choked up at the sight of the reporting officer

"They...... They dropped all the defenders defending the town of Rayleigh on the walls, and their bodies were mutilated, as our soldiers in front of them saw with their own eyes. The officer said with tears in his eyes

"Let the forward troops attack! We will avenge these dead brethren!" commanded King Gravel, clenching his fists.

"Your Majesty, are we going to use the magic crystal cannon to strike at the walls of Rayleigh Town first. The officer said

King Gravel thought the same thing, so he immediately opened his mouth and ordered: "All the troops march! Let the magic crystal cannon be aimed at the town of Reilly first!"

Hearing his order, the standard-bearer standing beside him began to wave the huge banner in his hand, giving the order to attack to the various phalanxes.

At the forefront, in the Norsland Kingdom army formation, which had already lined up an attack formation, the phalanx in the center began to advance again. After a few slow steps, the phalanxes on both sides of the central phalanx also began to advance - and soon, the newly formed magic crystal cannon force was aimed at the enemy wall not far away.

In the heavier drum beat, the infantry phalanx also slowly moved forward, the gray armor was rippling, and the impact of iron pieces was refreshing.

Soon, this force will be able to sweep through the enemy, retake the city, and destroy the expeditionary force at Blackstone Fort.

"Now, I'm here, Commander of Blackstone Fort, see how you can defeat my invincible army!" With a pull of the reins, General General Gravel hurried his horse forward, and with his escort, he came to the hillside overlooking the entire battlefield.