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The conflict between Duke Yanlong and Haotian was also spread, and the anger between the two troops became stronger, and it was almost tense.

The Duke of Fire Dragon proposed an early three-level contest, but Osman rebuffed him, agreeing to the first contest in the afternoon, a contest between a thousand soldiers. When the news broke, the elite soldiers of the two countries sharpened their knives.

In the afternoon, on a plain outside the host city, the soldiers of the two countries who participated in the competition were ready to go.

Marshal Gramon's thousand-knife guard. and Duke Yanlong's thousand-spear guard.

The two thousand soldiers were two hundred meters apart, each of them spread out in a four-sided formation, and began to run left and right, forming a formation.

Ottoman, Duke Yanlong, Haotian, and the envoys of the Three Kingdoms all watched the battle from the flanks of the plain 500 meters away.

Osman and Duke Yanlong were on the throne, and Haotian and Churuk were behind the two of them, their eyes meeting and their affection flowing.

"Did your dad beat you? Chuluk. Haotian asked in a low voice.

Chuluk was stunned: "Dad? ”

"Oh, did your father beat you?" Haotian changed his words.

Truuk shook his head: "He confiscated my wand and locked me in my room. ”

"It's hard."

"I'm fine, Haotian, you were injured last night, is it serious? My father is too, and it's been twenty years since I became a [Quartet level], and I actually made a move on you, a person who has only studied magic for half a year. Truuk complained a little.

"I'm fine, as long as you're okay." Haotian looked at Truuk with a smile.

Truuk's heart jumped, and he lowered his head and didn't dare to look again.

Osman chuckled. Duke Yanlong's face was gloomy.

The strength of the two [Quartet-level] magicians was very strong, and the whispers between Haotian and Churuk reached their ears.

As soon as the picture turned, the soldiers and horses on both sides lined up in formation and began to push forward, and they were about to make contact.

The swordsmen were divided into four groups and marched in unison.

The spearmen protruded in the middle and concave on the sides.

Not long after, the swordsmen and spearmen came into contact in the front.

The spearmen raised their spears and stabbed, and the lancers used their knives to block. The spear was immediately withdrawn after being stabbed, and then stabbed again, and for a while the long knife soldier was forced to deal with it in embarrassment by the distance of the spear.

Duke Yanlong remained silent, secretly smug in his heart.

However, when the two groups of longsword soldiers were in trouble, the two groups on the flanks spread out and plunged into the flanks of the spearmen formation.

The spearmen, who were already wary of the front, had to turn their spears and attack to the side when they had to deal with the inserted swordsmen.

The awl-shaped formation was scattered by the harassment of the flanks of the longswordmen, and the spearmen pursued the longswordmen and left the formation. Although it retreated in time, there were still weak points in the formation.

The central hit of the spearmen, who were suppressed by the spearmen, seized the opportunity, and all the men brandished broadswords and began to assault.

"Kill." "Kill!!" "Give it to me!!" "Rush."

The sudden burst of blood from the spearmen suppressed the momentum of the spearmen, and the dozens of soldiers who charged ahead could not dodge and were pierced through the bodies by the spearmen, covered in blood. Although the knife could not cut the opponent, the pierced soldier still tried his best to suppress the spear and could not withdraw it, and threw the long knife in his hand forward.

The tip of the spearman's awl was held back by the sacrifice of the spearmen's blood, and the subsequent longsword soldiers poured into the spearmen's formation through this gap one after another.

"Good. A group of good soldiers led by Gramont. Osman exclaimed.

"Not bad, isn't it?" Duke Yanlong said lightly.

The swordsmen burst into the crowd of spearmen, wielding broadswords and slashing in all directions.

The pikemen originally stabbed their spears forward, but at this time, they were broken in by the longsword soldiers, and they were hacked to death almost undefended, and dozens of people shrank from the center to the sides in a panic, and the longsword soldiers who broke through from the center were divided into two sections.

More than a dozen spearmen, dozens of people, leaned their backs together in a circle, and stabbed their spears outward, and the spearmen were forced to move away.

The spearmen were divided into two groups, left and right, each with dozens of circles.

The spearmen moved at the same time towards the dense place of the spearmen, and the soldiers in a circle took turns to stab their spears, and the spearmen could only dodge for a while, and the soldiers who were originally gathered together were also separated by the assault of the spearmen, scattered around the circle of spearmen.

The circle of spearmen was like gears staggered and biting, moving back and forth in the crowd, pressing the space for the lancers to move. Once they fall into the attack range of the circle array, four or five spears stab, and the long sword soldiers are powerless to block them one by one, so they can only drink hatred. For a time, the spearmen had the upper hand, and the circle formations were invincible across the plain.

"Not bad." Duke Yanlong was happy in his heart, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he commented on it.

Osman could only say "hehe", and then bow his head and play with his own demons.

The envoys from those countries exchanged heads and ears, and they spoke highly of Kermania and considered whether to change their diplomatic attitude towards Kelmania. The envoy of Albion looked at the embarrassed appearance of the Toristine longsword soldier and whispered, "It seems that Toristine's army is nothing more than that. ”

Haotian frowned slightly, this competition is also related to the success of preventing the family, if you lose one game first, you have to go all out to win the last two levels. And if the third level is heads-up, the [Quartet-level] Yanlong Duke plus the fire dragon who has also entered the [Quartet-level] in adulthood, Torlistine's three [Quartet-level] powerhouses are not sure of victory.

When the long-knife soldiers were cornered, a roar suddenly came out.

The yellow armor worn by the swordsmen shone brightly, and sharp rock spears pierced from the ground and erupted in a circle of spearmen. For a while, the spearmen suffered heavy casualties, and in order to avoid the rock spears rising from the ground, the spearmen had to disarm their formation and disperse. But more than 200 people were killed and wounded in that barrage of rock guns.

The longsword soldier burst out with a sharp blow, and the yellow of the armor on his body faded and returned to a gray and dull appearance.

The envoys of various countries watching the battle stood up in surprise and asked the magicians who followed them.

Haotian heard the answer behind Osman and Duke Yanlong.

Duke Yanlong crushed the cup in his hand: "It's actually an enchantment." ”

Osman laughed, "Grammon seems to have put a lot of effort into the guards." ”

Haotian looked at Osman suspiciously, and Osman explained: "In addition to silently sending first-level magic, senior [Quartet-level] magicians can also fix first-level magic on wands, armor and other objects, but fixing a first-level magic consumes three times. Also, enchanted armor is more expensive than regular armor. ”

Duke Yanlong calmed down and said lightly: "That's right. ”

On the battlefield, the spearmen took out the circle formation, and were forced in front of them by the spearmen, and used their spears to block the long knives, and the left and right sides quickly fell to the downside. In close combat, the combat power of the longsword soldiers overpowered the spearmen.

The spearmen were defeated in the battle to catch each other, and the casualties gradually increased.

Duke Yanlong's lips moved slightly, and as soon as he raised his hand, a crimson fireball the size of a man shot into the air and exploded.

In the distance, the spearmen on the battlefield saw the signal and all roared, their red armor glowing red.

"Not good. They are also enchanted. Haotian exclaimed.

Duke Yanlong's eyes were revealed.

The spearmen were engaged in a close fight with the swordsmen, and their armor suddenly glowed red, followed by a half-head-sized red fireball flying out of the armor and smashing into the enemy in front of them.

"Boom, boom, boom---"

For a time, the long-knife soldiers could not dodge, and suffered heavy casualties under the attack of seven or eight hundred fireballs.

Soon, the spearmen pointed their spears at the longsword soldiers who were rolling on the ground to extinguish the flames, and there were only one or two hundred longsword soldiers who were not controlled. In the face of the spearmen numbering about 800 people, it should be said that they are powerless to return to the sky.

Osman stood up, his voice echoing far away from the wind magic.

"Stop, don't add unnecessary casualties, this time it's Torristeen who loses."

The longsword soldiers who could still fight looked left and right when they heard this, and their burned companions coldly pointed their spears at their enemies. They threw away their knives and wept.

At the viewing point, Toristine's side was also silent.

The Kelmanian side was in high spirits, and the Duke of Yanlong left the field with Truuk.

Truuk gave Haotian a reassuring look and was forcibly pulled away by her father.

Envoys from other countries seized the time to write letters and send them back to their home countries.

Although Toristine lost, the rest of the countries did not dare to be careless, so they rushed at the [Enchantment] shown by Torristeen and Kelmania, such an elite army can play a huge role in a war of tens of thousands of people.

Haotian let out a long breath and left here with the griffin team.

"Cheer up, it's our turn for the next game. Don't lose! ”

"Yes, Captain." William and the others responded.