While the thunderous shouts resounded over the battlefield, the barracks near the river bank at the other end were a different story.

There was no uniform footsteps of the soldiers, no cursing of knights and officers, no neighing of horses and the noise of passing wheels... The quiet barracks are as quiet as a dead city.

The motionless black-haired wizard looked in the direction of the battlefield and looked at the Hornfort Floating City hovering above the Gem River.

Once the war begins, the Empire's few remaining fleets will be loaded with primers and alchemy bombs to launch a suicidal assault on the Azorean elves, followed by the Floating City to sweep the tail and cover a small warship through the fire to the outside of Ebolden, where it will enter the underground passage through the drainage pipes at the mouth of the sea.

The plan is simple, it's almost like suicide, and you can guess with your heels that the enemy will definitely have an ambush... But this is the only way to get more than twenty people through a battlefield full of soldiers without being detected.

This is a battle that is destined to be turned back, and the plan formulated does not include the option of retreat at all, and there is no way to make a retreat plan without knowing the enemy's internal deployment, everything can only be "improvised" according to the situation.

A quarter of an hour later, the boat in charge of the reception arrived at the shore, and the black-haired wizard who turned around looked at the team that had already been prepared behind him, and the faces with completely different expressions were written on them, which was really emotional.

With the exception of Mentor Dalton and Master Albert, each of the remaining wizards was expressing the same emotional fear with completely different expressions.

Every recruit who goes to the battlefield will have, ordinary to the extreme, fear.

To be honest, this is really inevitable for almost the vast majority of wizards, war and battle should be something they will never encounter in their lifetime, and mastering the power of the void does not require killing, let alone killing people with a knife in person.

The three wizard tower elders were slightly better, and could see that it was just a simple physiological reaction, while the other four senior mentors had simply fallen into the fear of "scaring themselves", and their pupils reflected colorful ways of dying.

With all sorts of flags all over their bodies, it's hard to believe that they will come back alive... Well, maybe even they don't believe it.

Sighing to himself, the black-haired wizard took a deep breath.

"Although it feels a little late every time I say this, ......"

"Are you all ready?"

"Yes!!!"

The demon hunters responded with a uniform roar, the elven war dancers dressed as samurai in a group had solemn expressions and bowed slightly, and the wizards, whose faces were paler than the other, also nodded.

This small improvised team finally has a little bit of an atmosphere that can be called "morale" and "cohesion".

"Anything else you want to quit?"

The black-haired wizard spoke lightly again.

There was no response this time, and even the most trembling wizard pursed his lips tightly, clenching his trembling fists to keep himself calm and not crying.

"It was good, it was great. ”

Loren, who nodded, turned around and kept applauding the crowd behind him: "Because it's too late for you to quit now, even if you want to, so... Let's go. ”

"And try to come back alive!"

....................................

"In the name of survival, the samurai drew their swords and met the enemy!!!!"

"Long live the Sakrand Empire for His Majesty Brandon II!!!!"

A roar that shook the sky exploded at the same time under the dome, announcing the beginning of the battle for Ebolden.

Almost as soon as the horn sounded, countless dazzling rays of light had already dominated the sky overhead.

The lightsabers and launchers that pull the tail flames, the pillars of light that stretch across the sky, the stones that burn with flames, the iron crossbow arrows that turn into black shadows tear through the air, and the oil canisters that roll and scatter in the sky...... The light, which shone ten times brighter than the sun, shone down, causing countless warriors to bow their heads and close their eyes.

In the next second, it was the sound that made the whole world quiet.

"Boom !!!"

Golden-red sparks and blinding light exploded at the front of the two formations, and the roaring flames and flashing pillars of light turned the solid earth into a random toy, constantly changing shapes.

Like the scythe of death, the terrifying waves swept away every seemingly impregnable front with the swirling flames and gravel, turning the ground beneath their feet into restless water, rolling up terrifying "waves" that devoured every recalcitrant warrior.

On earth and in hell, only in an instant!

There's no room to dodge at all... The flash of light that streaked across the sky forced Miracis and the other two dragons to climb higher into the air to dodge, overlooking the battlefield that constantly shone "spots" under the clouds.

The tactics of a fierce battle with the enemy were completely blown away, and the troops on both sides, who had stepped into the battlefield in a majestic and high-spirited manner, withdrew into their respective positions in a "tacit understanding" within a minute of the explosion begins, and did not dare to poke out another half step.

When he saw his robes "disappear" in the sea of fire one hundred after another, even the most fearless warriors did not have the courage to step into this hell.

All tactics, plans, arrangements, and preparations are burned in this "burning hell", and all that the Empire or the Azorean elves can do is to throw more death at the enemy, so that the enemy dies faster than themselves.

Pillars of fire rose from the sky, and whistling iron crossbow arrows tore through the churning air of the heat wave, and beams of light shone on the earth...... Between the explosions and the screams, the roar and the trembling of the torn flesh, in the hot air, the battle arrays were wiped out one by one.

For this decisive battle, the Empire has invested almost twenty-five Bright Light Swordes, thirty counterweight trebuchets strengthened by dwarves and alchemists, and nearly 100 torsion heavy ballistae using the technology of the Silver Helmet Mountain... And the Azorean elves on the other side did almost a similar thing.

Both sides recklessly put all the capital they can into this fateful war at one time, hoping to weaken the enemy on the opposite side as much as possible before the war... The Imperials and the Azorean elves, who had no idea the consequences of doing so, together turned the battlefield into a burning purgatory!

And they succeeded... In a sense, but it was too successful, because it was only necessary to continue to "hold on" like this, without making any direct contact with the enemy, and sending all enemies to hell by throwing weapons alone.

“...... There's no such thing as a good thing. ”

The little wizard stared at the burning battlefield and listened to the voices of the Imperial knights behind him.

Everyone was stunned by the scene of hellfire in front of them, this scene was almost unheard of in their lives, even the legendary battle of the Valley of Blood of the "Sage" Brandon I, there was no description of "a sea of fire falling from the sky", only the magnificence of knights and warriors sacrificing their lives to charge.

Many of the noble knights felt that the songs and poems they had known in the past had become so pale in the face of this scene that they could not even describe it at all.

Only the little wizard himself knew very well that it was impossible to persist in such a rain-like disappointment regardless of the consequences and costs.

Only half an hour had passed since the start of the war, and half of the torsion ballistas had been scrapped, some had been blown up, some had been overused or malfunctioned by mistakes, and most of them were no longer usable;

Ten of the twenty-five light sabers left to be used can continue to be used, not because they were destroyed or self-destructed, but because there was a serious shortage of wizards who could operate them, and even if all the wizards and apprentices who arrived on the battlefield were gathered, they could barely muster the manpower to operate them, and there were not enough people to change shifts;

The only counterweight trebuchet that has lasted until now has changed three shifts, and it can barely be maintained, but it can't last long... Fuel, stones, iron bolts that have been stockpiled for months... More than a third of all the supplies were used up in less than an hour!

And this is because only about one-third of them were moved, and the remaining two-thirds were still in the warehouse of the barracks, because even Ain himself didn't expect that the squandering could be so fast!

Although it looks terrifying, as if it is trying to blow the enemy to ashes, in reality both sides are constantly destroying the enemy's defenses with projectile weapons, especially traps, trenches, and horse rejection stakes, and concentrating fire to destroy the enemy's projectile weapons.

The real killing, except for the first quarter of an hour, did not cause too many casualties after each other's retreat into position, and of course it was simply not possible ...

With the exception of Isaac's prototype of the Lightsaber himself, most projectile weapons have very limited lethality, and the powerful ones have various hidden dangers such as self-detonation... Therefore, the seemingly monstrous and devastating bombardment can really cause far fewer casualties than it seems.

And even this seemingly terrifying momentum is about to end, at least with the power of the projection weapon at the moment, this step is already the limit.

Of course, this is only for now, and one day war will change its appearance because of them, engulfing everything with steel and flame......

"A thousand steps, aim directly in front of the enemy!"

"The magic array is activated, and the last countdown is five, four, three, two, one......"

"The launcher is activated, and the magic array begins to charge the 'Kyaukkasaber'!"

"Adjust the angle, the striker prepares, aim!"

"Ready, all on standby!"

Looking at the only ten light sabers left behind him, the little wizard who pursed the corners of his mouth waved the flag in his hand vigorously:

"Boom !!!"

Pillars of light rose into the sky and shot into the sky, illuminating the entire battlefield.

When the blinding light dissipated, Brandon de Salion's vision was reflected in the same fiery red as his pupils.

"Your Highness, Your Majesty......"

Edward, the night watchman standing behind Brandon, had a slight tremor in his voice, and the scale and cruelty of the war he saw in front of him were far beyond the limits of his imagination:

"Your Majesty, please step back a little, this is still too close to the battlefield, and the enemy's projectile weapons show no sign of ceaseing completely, in which case even Mirasis will not be able to protect your ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Brandon, who suddenly turned around, suddenly raised his right index finger and blocked his face.

"Shh

With a playful expression, Brandon, who curled the corners of his mouth, looked at the leader of the Night's Watch who was stunned and his forehead was covered with cold sweat: "Relax, Edward, take a deep breath, and relax." ”

"Take a deep breath, smell that fresh, burnt earthy smell, don't be so nervous... The image before you is nothing more than a dessert for this feast, not even an appetizer or a soup. ”

"At this time, if we coax, the 100,000 troops in front of us can see it clearly, so even if a fireball smashes down directly, I have to smile and rely on my face to catch it... Got it?"

The night watchman, pursed his lips, nodded tremblingly, and quietly pushed Brandon's index finger away.

With a smile on his face, Brandon turned his gaze back to the battlefield, his left hand clenched tightly with the flickering pupils. Even because of too much force, the muscles began to shake uncontrollably.

To say that you are not afraid is to lie... Of course he was afraid, even dying!

In all wars, Brandon almost always kept himself in the safest place nearby, at least under the protection of tens of thousands of troops, to ensure that there was absolutely no mistake in order to win the game "calmly and calmly"... It's the first time he's not afraid of death.

For the sake of victory, for the sake of status ... In order to become the real emperor of the empire, he trampled under the soles of his feet and ravaged those who looked down on him in the past and went against him ten million times, he could not escape, let alone have any cowardly behavior.

Only the emperor who stands with the soldiers is the emperor who can get the loyalty of the soldiers, from the great conquering Eckhart I to the 'sage' Brandon I, who is not very good at war.

That's right, even his own father, Eckhart II, who "knows everything plus does everything", is no exception.

"Edward. ”

"Ahh In!"

"Pass the order and let the fleet on the Gem River strike at once. Brandon said calmly and steadily, but the speed of his speech became fast: "Don't leave any back, attack the enemy by surprise on all fronts!"

"But Your Highness, our projectile weapons have not yet destroyed all the enemy, and if we send a fleet now, it is likely that ...... will be injured."

"It's because they haven't been defeated yet, so they must be dispatched immediately, otherwise it will be too easy to expose the target when it is time to engage the enemy, and if I dispatch now, it can be seen that I can't bear the loneliness, or I can't swallow this breath or something!"

Brandon's eyes widened, and he turned his head to glance at the Night's Watch: "Remember, the first rule of deception is to make the fools think that they have taken advantage of them, and they will obediently do what you think, even if we lose the entire fleet, as long as we can send Loren out of the city, it will be our victory, understand?!"

“...... Be. ”