"Humans are a short-lived and forgetful race...... In just a hundred years, have you forgotten my name?" the hoarse voice was full of ridicule.

"......" Guderian was confused.

"Dead, you don't need to know my name! Use your blood and soul to announce my return, lowly human!" the man floated about half a meter above the ground, and the black cloak in his right hand pointed at Guderian.

A blood-red ray of light shot towards Guderian as fast as lightning. When Guderian heard the phrase "lowly human", he had just time to grasp his rifle and fall sideways on his horse, when the blood-red light struck the empty horse. Suddenly, the horse exploded before it could scream, splashing Guderian on the ground. If Guderian slowed down even a fraction of a second, he would be greeted by the fate of the war horse.

"Huh?" The floating black cloak was slightly surprised that Guderian was not dead. So his right hand was once again on the ground, and another blood-red ray of light shot at Guderian, who had just landed.

Guderian quickly rolled to the right and jumped up the moment he landed, and at this time, the blood-red light hit the place where Guderian had landed before, blasting a pit more than a foot deep in the size of a basin. The dirt splattered Guderian again.

Guderian leaped to his feet and charged forward with his spear pointed at the floating cloak.

"It's kind of interesting...... Okay, let me stretch my muscles. The hoarse voice muttered to itself. But the movement of his hands was not slow, and after only two or three seconds, a huge light shone on the hands of the floating cloak, and then he watched Guderian gallop towards him with his spear.

"Hurry, hurry, oh, human, you're really slow......" The black cloak waited for Guderian to rush through the distance of sixty meters, and the huge light held in his hands pushed forward violently - in fact, Guderian's charge was not slow, he was already using the technique of controlling the blood, although it was a little jerky, but the power and speed of the accelerated breathing and concussion blood burst out, and it only took three or four seconds to rush through the distance of fifty meters, that is, the black cloak had just finished speaking. By the time the black cloak said, "You're slow," Guderian's riding spear was already less than five meters away from him.

I saw that the huge light from the black cloak and the tip of Guderian's cavalry spear were facing each other—

Guderian sprang up to the blinding light and stabbed at the black cloak. A dazzling light exploded on the tip of the spear, illuminating it as if it were day within a mile radius. The cavalry spear in Guderian's hand directly vaporized and disappeared, and Guderian's whole person was like a feather arrow, which was pushed back fiercely by the explosive shock wave. Guderian was in mid-air, and the sound of "boom" penetrated and shook his eardrums......

The black cloak flashed back to the Minotaur array and propped up a pale yellow wall of light after emitting a huge light. Then the shock wave slammed into the wall of light, which shattered like a ripple of stone thrown into the calm water, and the black hood was torn open by the wind, revealing a pale, withered face, and a hairless scalp clinging to the skull. In the end, the "boom" sounded in his ears.

Guderian flew more than a dozen distances and fell to the ground on his back, and the sound of the armor hitting the ground was then transmitted to the black cloak, and Guderian also ploughed backwards for five or six meters, motionless.

"Truly...... Poor pathetic human beings. ”

The black-robed man floated again, slowly walking towards Guderian.

At this time, the enemy's spell queue activated the magic circle again, and another large wave of fireballs soared into the sky and took off in the direction of Rogres......

Guderian felt like his bones were falling apart, and it took him a few seconds to move his fingers. Through the cracked visor, the corpse-like face of the black-robed bald head was already looming in the flickering firelight of the battlefield in the distance.

Something had to be done, Guderian's only thought at this time.

"Humble human, in view of your valor, well, indeed heroic, the great lich Photanulis I, I will grant you eternal life......!" Fortan Ulis floated five meters in front of Guderian and stretched out his skinny right hand to Guderian.

Knowing that the lich was about to transform him into an undead, Guderian took a deep breath and tried to speed up the flow of blood in his lungs, accumulating the last of his body's strength.

"?%&#*......" As the lich recited an incomprehensible spell to him, he bowed up and lunged at the lich. At the same time, his right hand grasped the hilt of the sword at his left waist - a flash of white light.

It's just that Guderian penetrated the lich.

"It's really good material. The lich's voice came from ten meters behind Guderian. And at this time, Guderian had just landed. Guderian's sword drawing struck only the phantom of the lich. The lich had flashed away in that moment.

Guderian turned, his chest heaving violently, his sword trembling slightly as he dragged his sword to the ground, his eyes fixed on the lich ten meters away.

"Rage, madness, burn, burn, ......," the lich's shrill voice echoed across the battlefield.

"Fortan Julius!" a voice continued, and the lich's wild laughter came from far and near. A white figure appeared beside Guderian. It's Archmage Douglas.

"Huh, Douglas, the orcs have no muscles and no brains to deal with you?" the lich pulled out a staff out of nowhere the moment the white figure appeared.

"Guderian, leave it to me here, and you go and join Rogris. Douglas said to Guderian beside him.

"Thank you, Your Excellency. "Guderian is not hypocritical, his current self is really not capable of dealing with Fortan Ulis, not to mention the two squadrons of minotaurs and the enemy's spell queue. If it weren't for the lich teasing Guderian after he fell, allowing Douglas to catch up, Guderian would have died. Of course, Guderian was not so unbearable, at least he dodged two death fingers, and survived the light explosion to force the lich back, didn't he?

Guderian gave the lich a deep look, then dragged his weak, painful body in his direction toward Rogris.

"Truly...... The next time we meet, you will be my servant to the great Fortan Ullis. The lich said to the departing Guderian.

"Fortan Julis, you talk a lot of nonsense. Are all the lichs babbling like you?" Douglas raised his staff and pointed at the lich.

"Truly...... Douglas, it's your privilege to hear a voice as great as mine. The lich faded away. The voice came from the direction of the minotaur queue.

"Hmph, coward. ”

By the time Guderian found Rogris's team, the wolf-riders of the orcs had been routed and retreated to the other side. There were also only six squadrons left in Rogris's cavalry ranks. And that's counting the return of the two squadrons that Guderian had taken with him.

At this time, the horn of the orc alliance team withdraws from the battlefield sounds, so the stalemate gradually cools, and both sides invariably withdraw from the battle and take the remains of their comrades with them. The human forces rallied and watched as the orc coalition withdrew from the battlefield and then disappeared into the night. Only the remaining blood stains on the ground and the burning equipment from the previous spell bombardment indicate that there was once a fierce battle.

The battle happened suddenly, and it ended suddenly. From the time the humans were surrounded to the time the enemy coalition forces withdrew, the battle lasted less than two hours. But the fierceness of the battle was beyond imagination, and the human war damage was extremely serious.

According to post-war statistics, there were nearly 10,000 battle losses in the previous Yingyangwei. Legris's Tigers and Wharton's left front battalion accounted for the most. And in the battle that night was surrounded, nearly 12,000 soldiers were killed. In addition to this, everyone was wounded, not even the marshal. So far, combined with the battle damage of the Dragon Guard and the Eagle Guard, in just ten days, the human race has lost nearly 50,000 elite troops, as well as one general, General Leon Panama.

A sluggish atmosphere permeated the ranks. The soldiers, with the remains of their companions, silently followed the marshal and withdrew overnight. Humanity is no longer capable of continuing to fight the enemy in the field on the plains of Asgard. Although, the enemy's losses are not necessarily less than those of humans. At this point, the team only expects to get back to the walls of Asgar as soon as possible.

Guderian changed to a slightly wounded horse and silently followed Rogris. When Weihuwei came, there were 6,000 iron horsemen like a torrent, but now there are less than 2,000 (not counting logistics). After returning home, the additional recruits will have to go through at least more than a year of training before they can restore the Weihuwei to its previous appearance and combat effectiveness. Guderian's internal organs were shattered in his previous battle with the lich, so he was also weak. In addition, under the fierce battle, the old wounds were cracked, and the whole body was in pain. Only my head is better, and I don't have the same explosive pain as before.

"Guderian, the cavalrymen who came back before said that you were retained by the enemy's strong men, who is it?" asked Roglis to Guderian, who was half a position behind.

"Fortan Ulys. Lich. Goodry palpitated: "If it weren't for the arrival of His Excellency Douglas, I would have died." ”

"That Fortan Julius a hundred years ago?" Rogris was surprised.

Guderian recounted what had happened, and then asked, "Is he famous?"

Knowing about Guderian's amnesia, Rogris explained, "The Archmage who had the best chance of being at the end of the spell. It's just that his temperament suddenly changes drastically, and then he transforms into a lich to summon a large number of undead creatures to establish a dead kingdom on the continent. This caused public outrage, and he was surrounded and suppressed by powerful people all over the continent, and then disappeared. It turned out that he had escaped to the underworld. ”

As soon as Loris finished speaking, Augustin brought the order of the marshal to summon him, and Roglis and Guderian followed Augustin to the marshal's chariot.

The marshal, who was not wearing a helmet and had several bandages around his forehead, was standing on the side of the road watching the withdrawal procession. I've heard that he was injured in a battle with the Minotaur before, but it doesn't seem that the injury is serious.

Rostris dismounted with Guderian and stood behind the marshal with the generals. Except for Rogris, everyone was wounded to some extent, so you can imagine how fierce the previous battle was.

"The enemy's strategy, I probably understand. "The marshal did not turn around. "It's just that their withdrawal is a bit unreasonable. Who's going to say. ”

No one spoke.

"We were ambushed before, and if the enemy held out for another half an hour, we would be defeated. The marshal did not hear an answer, and continued: "I think they are only trying to cripple us, so that we have no strength left to fight them in a field battle on the plains in a short time, and to regain the Asgard Hill Road. ”

"Wouldn't it be better to destroy us, then?" Othello puzzled. Everyone was also puzzled and waited for the marshal's answer.

"If they want to destroy us, they will also be very demoralized. Their battle losses are not much worse than ours. The marshal said, "What is there on the Asgard Plain? They obviously want to preserve the necessary strength to face some unknown situation. ”

"From the fall of the Dragon Guard, to the use of the Eagle Guard as bait, to the use of the tired army to deceive us to the ambush and surround us. I thought they were going to wipe us out of the walls of Asgar in one fell swoop so that we could attack the walls of Asgard. The marshal paused and continued: "But with such an advantageous encirclement, they did not try their best to attack, but withdrew after we had lost a certain amount of battle. ”

"The Asgard Plains have been the scene for us and the orcs for thousands of years, and the Asgard Mountain Trail has changed hands several times. But it is true that the orcs have not stormed the walls of Asgar since records began. So what did they go to Asgard Plain for? This time they also united the Underworld races, which was rare before. Augustus wondered. The question of the marshal was repeated.

The crowd grew up for a moment. Not to mention Guderian, a man who doesn't even remember his own name, where could he possibly find any clues from history. Does he know history?

"I hope you can pay more attention to this question. We can't afford to withstand the enemy's attacks anymore, so let's get back to the walls of Asgar as soon as possible. The marshal didn't expect everyone to give any answers and clues immediately, and summoned everyone to come over to arrange the distribution of tasks such as the withdrawal route and the reconnaissance. Raising this question is just for everyone to pay attention to, and it is best to find answers and clues, and it will not affect anything if you can't find it. Anyway, in three to five years, it is impossible for humans to drive the enemy out of the Asgard Plains and retake the Asgar Mountain Road.

So the group left after deciding on their respective tasks. Guderian, because he thought about the people of the guard, stayed to take a look.