On a high ground sixty kilometers northwest of the capital of the province of Miharin in the southeast of the Odiga Empire, a tall, military general rode a horse and looked into the distance.

The torrent of steel that reached the end of the eye was the only team on the road, a color of imperial equipment, and a mighty red lion embroidered on the banner of the flame-flying edge...... Anyone who knows a little about the military of the Ostiga Empire will know very well that this steel torrent is one of the most famous regular regiments of the Empire - the Lion Regiment. And the general standing on the high ground was the commander of this century-old division, the commander of the Salvadoran Corps.

In the face of this mighty torrent of steel, anyone would be unable to restrain their trembling, but as its creator, El Salvador's heart is full of pride...... No one knows better than him about the growth and training of this corps, and the people up and down of the corps hope to get the opportunity to hone between life and death to become a true steel army, and this move to Mihalin Province is likely to give them what they want.

"Very good." Salvador murmured, satisfied with the mental state of the warriors.

In his opinion, it was a great failure for His Majesty the Emperor not to send these regular troops to fight in Zimbuwe Province because of various concerns. You must know that although this war can consume the strength of those lords, the consumption of national strength is also huge. But he can't help it, as a soldier, it is his duty to obey orders. I hope that this time I will be able to make a difference in the province of Mikhalin.

Thinking of the heights from the far northwest, El Salvador looked at the end of the road. For a troop, a few tens of kilometers is not a very long distance, and even an armed training is much farther than that distance, but he asked his soldiers to appear in front of those people in the most powerful form.

The capital of the province of Mihrin is the city of Mihring, which has a long history. Legend has it that Marshal Miharim, one of the founding martial saints, fought a crucial battle against the underground dwarves that began there, and the city of Mihalin and even the province of Mihalin originated from that martial saint to let his descendants stay here forever to prevent the underground dwarves from coming back.

A dark shadow on the edge of a torrent of steel in the distance caught Salvador's eye. As expected. It was the scout knight who went to the city ahead to report the turn. Sure enough, it didn't take long for a tall and divine horse to gallop up the high slope like the wind, and a light-armored knight on the horse jumped off the horse. Regardless of the high-speed galloping war horse. The sturdy body fell neatly to the ground.

The knight stepped forward quickly. He gave Salvador a standard knightly salute and said respectfully: "Commander, the city of Mihalin has received your transit notice. His Excellency Duke Michaelin, Lord of the Province, invites you and your lords to a welcome banquet he has given you and your lordships.

At this time, Salvador had already regained his previous gloomy and indifferent expression, and said noncommittally 'um' to indicate that he heard it, and then said in a cold voice without a trace of emotion: "According to the original plan, I will pass through the city of Miharin and tell Lord Miharin that the military situation is urgent, and we still have eight days to arrive in the city of Vannal, and I can only express my deep apologies for his invitation." Okay, there you go. ”

……

Gloomy Canyon.

Diego sat heavily armed under a tree on the side of the road, silently wiping his hammer.

"Hey."

Eorini appeared beside him silently and said respectfully, "Your Excellency has said that this side can act." ”

Diego stood up with a 'poof', reached out and stroked the beard on the side of his mouth, and snorted coldly without a trace of emotion: "Hmph! I know. Father Eorini asked you to come because he was afraid that I would act recklessly. ”

Aeolini replied with a smile, "Yes, Diego, today's action is crucial, and the commander wants me to ask you to make sure that the honor of the kingdom is the most important, and that you must act according to the plan." ”

"I see." Salvador shook his hand impatiently and said, "You go back." ”

Then he gave the order: "The troops set off and march to the predetermined place!" ”

Rumble!

Heavily armored dwarven soldiers strode towards the entrance to the dark canyon...... The air in the surface world is much better than the air in the dark areas, and with every breath, I feel warm and refreshing.

……

Today is a memorable day for Boris, who, after two years in the army, can finally put on his official armor and go out on patrol duty with the troops.

Although the armor weighing dozens of pounds and the nearly three-meter-long bayonet spear were a test of Boris's slightly thin body, this little trouble was obviously not so important compared to the first patrol.

The mountain road was rugged, and the war horse snorted impatiently, and immediately startled the birds in the nearby forest to flutter and fly, and the sound was loud.

There is a thick layer of fallen leaves on the ground, but occasionally a tuft of pale green weeds shows its body tenaciously in a pale yellow, and every qiē is so beautiful...... The most important thing is that he was finally able to stay in this long-awaited army, instead of washing his horses and polishing his armor every day, watching one gallant knight after another come out of the camp.

Thinking of this, Boris couldn't help but look up at the main peak of the Alps in front of him...... How magnificent! This was the first time he had seen Mont Blanc, one of the three highest peaks on the mainland, from such a close distance, with an altitude of 18,600 meters. The word 'Blanc' means 'white jade' in the world's lingua franca, and it is called Mont Blanc because the mountain peaks are covered with snow all year round and are as white as jade.

Boris's throat was inexplicably choked, and even his eyes were a little sour, but he quickly collected his mind and tried to integrate himself into the team in front of him.

Boris is no stranger to the knights around him, and gets along quite well. The easy-going manner of the commander of the squadron and the diligence of Boris made him get along well with these knights, and from time to time there were veterans beside him to point out what he was doing wrong.

As they approached the Dark Canyon, the rumbling sound of the procession alerted the group.

Then one of the scouts galloped towards him with his whip raised, shouting loudly, "Underground Dwarven Legion...... Aggressively...... Dispatch ...... War ......"

As the scouts approached. It was only then that the scout could see that the scout was badly wounded, and that he was spurting blood from his mouth, and that before he could get closer, the man had fallen from his horse.

"Prepare for battle!" With a loud roar, Thort urged his horse to the place where the scout had fallen and jumped off his horse.

"Wake up, soldier, tell me what the hell is going on?!" Sauter asked, shaking the scout in his arms.

"Your Excellency...... Underground Dwarf ...... A lot...... Raid ......" scout laboriously spat out a few words, tilting his head. Swallowed his last breath.

"Go all the way!"

Sauter's face was solemn. Flip over your horse and take out the signal baton, "The underground dwarves are coming, fight to the death!" ”

"Fight to the death!"

"Fight to the death!"

"Fight to the death!"

The knights raised their arms and shouted. Boris also shouted loudly.

Prosperous......

Large areas of dwarven hoplites had already appeared in front. It's like a monster coming over. The tall body of the King of the Hill, even if it is still far away, has the power to suppress them.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Sauter jerked the signal canister behind him, three blood-red magic missiles. Suddenly flew into the air.

"Kill!"

After the magic missile flew into the sky, Sauter seemed to let go of his mind and beckoned the knights to attack.

More than 500 knights of the Odiga Empire roared and rushed towards the dwarven phalanx three hundred steps away, each knight was separated by a meter, forming a steel torrent nearly a mile long, and more than 500 three-meter-long spears emitted a dazzling light under the reflection of the purple sun, and the bright light seemed to be able to pierce a qiē. The roaring sound of horses' hooves completely shattered the tranquility of the mountains and forests, and in the sound of horses' hooves, the war between the underground world and the surface world finally began.

……

At a checkpoint outside the Alps, when Sentinel Ayusha was bored, his eyes suddenly lit up, and his eyes widened in disbelief: "Yes...... Is it an invasion signal?! ”

His eyes widened and he looked at the three blood-red magic missiles that flew high in the air, with some hesitation...... It took him a moment before he woke up and shouted at the top of his voice, "Invasion! Hurry up and catch fire!! ”

After shouting, he rushed to the beacon tower almost like the first and set it on fire...... As the smoke and flames rise, alarm messages immediately begin to reach within the Ostiga Empire.

……

"What?!"

When the news was received, it was already the second day of the underground dwarf's attack, and everyone was shocked by the sudden news.

"Underground dwarves...... They're really good at finding time! ”

Fivinlie XVIII gritted his teeth and muttered, closed his eyes slightly and thought for a while, sighed long, and ordered: "Marquis Abbe, immediately contact the Natural Church and ask them to immediately negotiate with the Orc Empire to solve the problem of war, my Orgar Empire has no way to fight on both sides, and this is not the Otiga Empire's own business." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty." Marquis Abbe agreed, and walked out quickly.

"Raise soldiers for a thousand days, and use them for a while."

Fei Wenlie XVIII's gaze swept over the faces of the ministers, and he said with a heavy face: "Before we get the help of the Natural Church, we still have to fight on our own, and if you have any ideas, you can speak freely. ”

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Introduction to "Wandering in the Days of the Other World" (end):

Lin Yuqing, a young biologist, was unexpectedly swept into a strange space by a whirlpool when she was on a marine life expedition with a scientific research ship. This is a world of magic and vindictiveness, as soon as Lin Yuqing entered this inexplicable space, he encountered a contest between beasts and beasts, if it wasn't for a space magician who happened to pass by, poor Qing'er would have become a ghost of another world, but what should I do next? Who's going to teach poor Qing'er how to return to Earth...... (To be continued......)