On the evening of the day after the meeting, a magical secret order was sent to the supreme commander of the border army of the Kingdom of Lowe, Viscount Namixia.

The next day, the border troops, who had been on the defensive, launched a surprise attack on the barbarian tribes on the border.

It has always been the barbarians who have gone south to plunder, and no one has ever invaded the barbarian territory, so the barbarian tribes have suffered heavy losses in the defenseless.

Within a day, the army of the Kingdom of Lowe advanced ten kilometers towards the barbarian steppe, and the barbarian tribes on the border were slaughtered by the long-standing Lowe soldiers.

But the war situation is not as rosy as it seems, the barbarians are all soldiers, as long as the barbarians recover from the initial surprise attack, under the call of the holy city - Sandonal, the invaders will be caught in a sea of more than 20 million barbarians.

After a long military career, Viscount Namisha had a keen sense of military affairs, and after a period of pursuit, he gave up expanding his victory, led his army back to the border city, and sent rangers to inform the residents of the villages and towns around the city to move into the city in case the barbarians retaliated.

Viscount Namixia wore armor and stood on the walls of the border city - Midoran Fortress, looking out at the barbarian savannah inlaid with a little green in the distance.

At this time, it was early spring, the weather began to warm, and the snow on the barbarian savannah began to melt, revealing the barren land below that had been hidden in the snow for a winter, and the tenacious weeds drew the snow water to draw new shoots.

A cold wind blew, raising the white cloak behind Viscount Namixia, the wind of early spring still carried the chill of winter, Viscount Namixia, who was in his fifties, instinctively tightened his clothes and continued to look at the barbarian prairie in the distance.

There was deep worry in the eyes of the veteran soldier, and he did not understand why His Majesty the King had given such an order.

It is not a wise choice to provoke the barbarians and provoke revenge, the border between the Kingdom of Lowe and the barbarian steppe is too long, even a hundred thousand border troops cannot hold such a long border.

Suddenly, a ranger appeared on the distant horizon, stationed on horseback and looking at the fortress of Midoran in the distance.

Viscount Namixia frowned, this is the light horse of the barbarians to detect intelligence.

The viscount's guards on the side also spotted the barbarian's striker, and their eyes burst with astonishing hatred.

"Lord Viscount, do you want to get rid of him?"

Viscount Namixia waved his hand.

"No, I don't. ”

The Northland steppes have the best horses on the Nordhill continent, and the barbarians are known as a people on horseback, and the military horses of the Lowe Kingdom cannot catch up with the light horses, but may be injured by their bows and arrows.

Viscount Namixia looked down at the queue of people lining up to take shelter in the city, and breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, the people had evacuated in time.

The barbarians are known as a people on horseback, good at horse warfare, and their combat style comes and goes like flying, it is this kind of combat mode that makes the barbarians invincible when they go south to plunder, and the north of the Luowei Kingdom suffers from it.

Whenever there is a shortage of food, the barbarian tribe will organize the green to go south, infiltrate the Lowe Kingdom in small groups, attack the border towns and villages, rape and kill, and plunder, all kinds of evil, almost every northerner of the Lowe Kingdom has an inextricable hatred with the barbarians.

Therefore, when they entered the barbarian steppe yesterday, the soldiers were very excited and killed every barbarian they could see.

But the consequences of a moment of refreshment are also very serious, and the barbarian scouts have arrived.

War is not far off!

Viscount Namixia frowned, he was not afraid of war, because the barbarians who lacked heavy siege equipment could not take the tall walls, he was worried that the barbarians would bypass the city and attack the inland villages.

The Kingdom of Lowe is mainly an agricultural civilization, villages are scattered everywhere, if the barbarians sneak into the interior and destroy the villages and farmland, it will cause great losses to the Kingdom of Lowe, even if the four princes bring reinforcements, they may not be able to stop the fierce barbarians.

This was the main reason why Viscount Namisha did not understand the king's orders.

At the same time, the four princes of the Kingdom of Lowe, Molosan, Passy, Millam, and Poundleia, each led an army of 10,000 white wolves, and were on their way to the border.

The Kingdom of Lowe has three ace legions, one guards the border between the Kingdom of Lowe and Pavran, one guards the barbarian steppe, and the remaining one is firmly held in the hands of the king, this army is the White Wolf Army.

At this time, the White Wolf Army, a total of 100,000 people, was divided into 40,000 and distributed to the four princes who were qualified to compete for the throne.

Therefore, the whole country of the Kingdom of Lowe was staring at this battle.

The third prince - Millam Baines rode a maroon horse, walking at the forefront of the army, the third prince of the Kingdom of Lowe was a pure-blooded Nordhill northerner, with a high nose, sunken eyes, eyes as sharp as eagles, and chestnut curly hair.

Walking beside the prince were two of his cronies, the captain of the guard, Khatim, and his staff, Samisi.

Prince Millam drove the horse under his crotch and looked around, at this time he had begun to enter the northern part of the Kingdom of Lowe, and the population was gradually thinning, only the barren wilderness near and the towering snow-capped mountains in the distance.

At this time, Prince Millam had no intention of looking at the beautiful scenery, and said absent-mindedly.

"Samisi, yesterday my father went there, did he see anyone, did he find it?"

Samisi, the chief staff member of the Third Prince's seat, a level 13 senior mage, shook his head.

"No, but I can be sure that His Majesty went out by teleporting, bringing only Lord Guardian Knight and Lord Bruce, and I paid a special visit to Lord Bruce, but Lord Bruce was very tight, and I couldn't get any hints. ”

Prince Millam flashed a flash of disappointment, but then relaxed, since he only brought the guardian knight and Uncle Bruce, then he couldn't find it, and the other three princes couldn't find it, everyone was on the same starting line.

Fair play, Prince Millam is not afraid of anyone, he looked back at the army of more than 20,000 people behind him, this is the capital he won this battle for the throne.

"How long will it take for the three thousand men promised by Count Tiruan to arrive?"

"I guess it's going to take another two days. ”

Prince Millam nodded with satisfaction, Count Tiruan's territory is in the south, and two days are already fast.

The prince and his staff chatted about the current situation when the captain of the guard, Hatim, abruptly interrupted the conversation.

"Your Royal Highness, I'm sorry to interrupt you, but if you continue, it may be raining. ”

Hatim pointed to the depressed clouds overhead, Prince Millam frowned, at this time, the sky was almost dark, and the clouds were depressed, and it was estimated that the first spring thunder of the year was coming.

"Find the right place and set up camp!"

The holy city of the Northlands barbarians - Sandonal.

In the hall of chiefs, the berserker, Severe, sat on the throne of the patriarch, and in the hall two rows of chairs were arranged symmetrically, and the chiefs of more than a hundred barbarian clans were sitting or standing, arguing.

"How dare these damn two-legged sheep slaughter the people of Sandonal?!"

"They must be taught a bloody lesson!"

"Chop off their heads and make them into Kyokan!"

The crowd in the hall was furious, and the chiefs of the major barbarian clans shouted that they would fight to the capital of King Lowe.

Obviously, the raid of the Kingdom of Lowe made these barbarian chiefs who were accustomed to robbing others feel very angry, or rather panicked.

For a long time, because the barbarian clan has little oil and water, and the people are fierce, and all the people are soldiers, the gains of attacking the barbarian clan outweigh the losses, and the Luowei Kingdom has always adopted a defensive strategy against the barbarians going south to plunder.

But in fact, the national strength of the Lowe Kingdom is stronger than that of the barbarians, and it is only because of the existence of the old enemy Pavlan Kingdom that the Lowe Kingdom can only tolerate it, because once the war with the barbarians starts, the Pavlan Kingdom will inevitably take advantage of the situation.

Now, Luo Wei Kingdom Hao provoked the barbarian clan for no reason, which made the major barbarian patriarchs feel angry and uneasy at the same time.

While the chiefs of the major clans were arguing, the barbarian patriarch Severic was silent, holding his head with one hand and closing his eyes, he was waiting for news.

It wasn't long before a priest wearing chain mail and holding a one-handed hammer pushed open the wooden door and walked in.

The door suddenly opened, pouring a cold wind into the warm room, and the chiefs turned their heads to look at the comer.

After discovering the identity of the comer, the major chiefs hurriedly stood up and saluted, because this was the god of barbarians, the supreme spokesman of Balino in Nordhill, the legendary priest - Homran.

Severi was still sitting on the patriarch's throne, and the barbarian patriarch was at the same level as the helmsman of the Balino Church, so of course there was no need to get up and salute.

"Archbishop Homland, what's out of the ordinary?"

Homland shook his head.

"No, the border between the Kingdom of Lowe and the Kingdom of Pavlans is the same as before, and the army of the Kingdom of Ellans has not moved, but the four princes of the Kingdom of Lowe, each with 10,000 white wolf troops, are rushing to the border. ”

Severic frowned.

The Lowe Kingdom has a cerebral convulsion?!

Why provoke the barbarians?!

Severic felt that something was wrong, that something was wrong, that there must be a demon, but his eyes were dark.

But no matter what, the current situation does not allow him to retreat, and his people are slaughtered by outsiders, and if he, the barbarian patriarch, becomes a turtle with a shrunken head, then the spit of the people can drown him.

Severi slapped his chair and stood up, glancing at the great clan chiefs below.

The chiefs of the major clans did not dare to look at this legendary warrior with great fame, and lowered their heads one after another.

Severic was satisfied, and spoke loudly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, a day ago! Our brothers and sisters in the south were mercilessly slaughtered by the Lord's kingdom! I, the patriarch of the barbarians, am very saddened! We must avenge those brothers and sisters who have died! Which of you is willing to send troops?!"

A big man as strong as an ox stood up and slapped the chair under him to pieces.

"The Stud clan is willing to stand with the patriarch!

"The Mu Luo clan has two thousand five sons!"

"Five thousand sons of the Harold clan are in battle. ”

As soon as the words of the Harold clan chief came out, there was silence, and at present, five thousand people were the largest.

"Lao Tzu personally leads the team!"

The Harlow Clan Chief stood up and glared down the hall.

"None of you are going to go!

The stud clan chief chimed in.

"Yes, whoever doesn't go, he's a mongrel, and he doesn't deserve to be a chief!"

For a while, all the chiefs responded.

Finally, all eyes fell on the twenty-three chiefs at the end of the seat, who sat at the end of the line, trying to reduce their presence, as if out of place with the whole.

These twenty-three chiefs are indeed incompatible with the group, because the vast majority of barbarians believe in the god of barbarians, Balino, while the main belief of these twenty-three tribes is the god of war, Harredon!

Due to their different beliefs, these twenty-three barbarian clans were ostracized by the entire barbarian society.

At this time, everyone's eyes were focused on themselves and the others, and the twenty-three chiefs felt like they were on their backs.

The leader of the small group, the chief of the Volol tribe, stood up and spoke.

"The Volol tribe will send two thousand five hundred sons, and I will personally lead the team!"

"The Vani clan has 1,800 sons. ”

It wasn't until the twenty-three chiefs had taken a stand that the crowd withdrew their attention.

At present, the enemy is not too difficult for the twenty-three chiefs, but a sneer is indispensable.

Fortunately, at this time, Severee's applause attracted everyone's attention.

"Okay! As long as we are united, there will be only one Lowe Kingdom!"

Under the anger of the crowd, the total number of troops produced by the major clans has reached more than 300,000, and Severy's happiness is not fake.

The society of the barbarians is made up of tribes, and the tribes have completely independent autonomy, and even the patriarch - Severi cannot force a tribe to participate in the war, so more than 300,000 people is an extremely good level.

Severant's face was full of joy.

"In order to prevent the surprise attack of the legendary powerhouse of the Lowe Kingdom, I have decided to take charge myself!"

"Okay, good! With the patriarch in charge, the next battle will be won!"

"Victory!"

Responders are like clouds.

Severet and Archbishop Homland looked at each other tacitly and nodded slightly.

The chiefs left the field to prepare, and the barbarians brought their own dry food to participate in the war, and it was not a trivial matter for thousands of horses and dry food to prepare.

Soon only Severé and Archbishop Homland remained in the hall.

Severi's face was gloomy, he was not as confident as everyone else, but the situation forced him to go up!

"Your Excellency, have you tried to ask His Majesty Balino for guidance?"

Homran's face was solemn.

"I've tried, Your Majesty has guided me, there is a big crisis ahead, but unfortunately my strength is not enough to obtain accurate information. ”

Shen Yuan is not omnipotent, because no one can see through the long river of fate, but Shen Yuan can guess the future direction according to some signs and test the bad luck.

Severet asked in a deep voice.

"How big?"

"The danger of extermination!"

Severet's face changed, and Balino was in danger of extinction, so the barbarian race was really dangerous.

But Severet was also a man who had seen strong winds and waves, and after a while, Severé calmed down.

"I am in charge of the army, and His Excellency Homland is in the rear, and at this time I can only do my best and obey the fate of heaven. ”

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Chapter 281: God's Warning