On the seventh day of the Battle of the Plains, Brandi stood in the camp and looked at the wounded being treated, and his heart became more and more cautious.

In the past seven days, in order to fight for the valley, the two sides have fought three major battles, although the orcs have taken advantage of a little, but no one can help anyone.

The orcs rely on the talent cooperation of various races and the assistance of shamans, whether it is melee or long-range attack, there are almost no shortcomings on the battlefield.

And on the human side, under the command of Ferrante, the twelve knights of the round table under his command are tacitly like one person, and the battlefield is like an arm.

Coupled with the assistance of the magicians of the Church of Light, the people of the God of War Church fought in the formation, and the attack and defense were not leaky.

Even though humans inflicted many casualties on the orcs with gunpowder, the orcs' monster charge was just as fearless as death.

The battle situation was suddenly frozen, and the front lines on the east and west sides were also in an awkward situation because the main force of the orcs leaned towards the valley.

It seems that the victory or defeat of the entire battlefield is decided on this small plain.

If the orcs win, the human race will be defeated like flowing water, and there will be no hindrance on the battlefield in the North Continent; if the human race wins, the orcs will fall short, and they can only close the battle line, and even retreat to Morse City at worst.

"Ferrante is a really good character on the battlefield. Brandi nodded, then turned to look at the nezumi mage next to him, "How long do you need to get ready?"

"Lord Archon, this is the first time that magic and shamanic spells have been combined, and we are already experimenting with it, and it will be in a few days, but ...... Are you really going to play in person, Lord Commander?"

The corners of Brandy's mouth curled slightly, and he smiled coldly: "Why?

"No, it's not, you're mistaken. The nezumi mage hurriedly lowered his body, "I mean...... Your body, I'm afraid you won't be able to withstand such a strong force, and when the time comes, ......"

"You don't have to worry about that. Brandi waved his hand, "Just do it as usual." ”

"Yes. The nezumi mage answered, and stepped back.

Brandi was the only one standing here, carrying a wooden box behind her.

"I can definitely bear it, absolutely can, even if I am spurned by the gods, I will take Honoris back with my own hands. ”

Brandi gritted his teeth and said, then turned to look at the sky to the south: "Butterfly, if you can be by my side now...... How nice. ”

After another seven days, the three wars made both sides want to take a break, and since the other party has not moved, then their own side naturally wants to take the opportunity to prepare more.

In the large camp of the human alliance, Ferrante was the only one in the middle of the military tent.

He sat quietly in his chair, praying silently, two different forces mixed in his body, and it was not as good as he imagined.

The power of the Light Divine Technique stopped increasing after he accepted the favor of the God of War, and not only did it not improve, but it also had a downward trend.

And the god of war's divine art has been rising with his founding and the promotion of the god of war belief, but due to the conflict with the divine art of light, Ferrante estimates that this improvement is also limited.

He had just finished praying to the god of light, but he had not received the slightest response, and he took out the jade sun that the teacher had left him, and it was as silent as an ordinary stone.

"Even the teacher gave up on me......"

Ferrante put away the jade sun and began to pray to the god of war again, and a dark golden glimmer appeared from him, turning into a suit of armor and finally merging into his body.

"Gods......" Ferrante muttered, lost in thought.

"Your Majesty!" a knight opened the curtain and walked in, "Your Majesty, the orc army has moved. ”

"All-arms war!"

It's still that small plain, where the orc armies and the human coalition are facing each other.

Unlike before, this time Brandi rode to the front of the battle himself, and the wooden staff that had been with him for nearly twenty years was left in the camp, and in his hand was replaced by a long sword hidden in a wooden box for many years.

The golden mark on the sword shone brightly, symbolizing his status as a royal family of Honoris.

At this moment, his back straightened again after bending for many years, and he seemed to have changed back into the second prince who often handled political affairs in the cabinet.

If Butterfly were here, she would have seen that the adventurer Brandi was back.

Woo...... Woo...... Woo......

"Charge!"

The heavy sound of the trumpet, with its astonishingly exhilarating courage, encouraged their respective soldiers to rush into battle.

Brandi took the lead, slashing down a cavalryman with a single sword, his cuffs flipped to reveal his wrinkled wrists, countless intricate magical imprints and shamanic spells carved into his skin, covering his entire upper body.

Every time he cut down a human, invisible blood flowed into his body along the long sword, filling his skin little by little, and the strange lines on it seemed to tremble slightly.

In the orc camp, the corpses of a group of demonic beasts were thrown aside, and the blood was drained, turning into a huge circular blood-colored array on the ground.

Six orc magicians sat in the center of the array, reciting nameless incantations with their eyes closed, and thirty-six shamans sat in the outer circle, drawing incantations all over their bodies with the blood of demonic beasts, and also silently reciting prayers to the beast gods.

On the battlefield, Brandi was covered in blood, and although his skin was full of scars, his whole person was as strong as a tiger man.

Under the full blow, even a god of war bishop was knocked off the long sword, and the tiger's mouth cracked, and blood was spitted from his mouth.

In the rear, Ferrante's eyes narrowed, he still hadn't figured out why a human would be treated like this in the orc army, who was he, what did he know, why did he stand with the orcs?

What's even more absurd is that he is actually the commander of this orc army, and his appearance of giving orders cannot be faked.

"Drive!"

Ferrante tugged on the reins, pulled out the ruby sword at his waist, and slowly walked out of the array.

The horse's hooves gradually accelerated, and Ferrante rushed into the battlefield with the men and horses like an arrow off the string.

Here, Brandi faced another Bishop of Light, and the other party pulled away to cast a magic spell, but a spell on his body suddenly moved strangely, and a nameless blood-colored flame burned from the bishop's body.

Brandi rode forward to the bishop's side, and the sword slashed down, but was blocked by another sword.

Ferrante stepped forward and saved the Bishop of Light, but the tiger's mouth was also shocked and painful, and he couldn't help but pay attention to Brandi's strength.

In the chaos of the army, whether it was orcs or humans, they deliberately avoided the side of these two in the fighting, and the two also exchanged hands back and forth.

"I'm curious, who the hell are you, and why you're on the side of the orcs. Ferrante dodged a sword and slashed sideways, the dark golden armor phantom on his body shining abnormally.

"Since you captured Honoris, don't you know this trick?" said Brandy, pulling a sword flower, showing a burst of phantoms, seemingly flashy, but hidden killers.

The corners of Ferrante's mouth curled, and a sword pierced straight into the stamen, and the phantom was shattered, but it was also blocked by a block.

"I haven't even seen that Walton II, so what......"

Ferrante stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence as he saw the golden mark on Brandy's sword, which he was no stranger to.

The royal family of Honoris!

"You're you, you're Walton II?"

Brandi smiled contemptuously, "My brother once wanted to kill me, and although you are my opponent, I thank you for teaching him a lesson for me." ”

When!Ferrante blocked a sword, "Brother...... You're the second prince of Honoris, Brandi ......"

"I didn't expect anyone to remember my name, but it's a pity that it's you ......"

Ferrante was stunned for a while, this man who commanded the orc army was actually the second prince of Honoris?

Although the news was shocking, it did not distract Ferrante, and the two were still entangled.

After a long time, the army was still fighting, but Brandi took a step back, the long sword in his hand suddenly lit up with blood, and a strange distortion appeared on his body.

Ferrante's expression was cautious, the dark golden light of the long sword in his hand deepened, and the phantom on his body began to solidify, and the wild coercion scattered, as if possessed by a god.

The vision of the two was discovered, and suddenly, a blood light shot straight into the sky, and a dark golden light was not to be outdone.

The huge aura even pushed away the soldiers who were fighting, and the momentum was so strong that the entire battlefield of 10,000 people slowed down its movements.

At this time, in the orc camp, six magicians and thirty-six shamans cut their palms at the same time, imprinting their own blood on the formation map.

On the battlefield, Brandi rose into the air, covered in blood-colored mist, and within a hundred meters of his body, countless palm-sized blood qi crows continued to harvest the lives of human soldiers.

Ferrante didn't move, still looking up at him on the ground, and a hundred-meter-tall dark golden phantom appeared behind him, standing in the air with a giant sword in his hand, wrapped in armor, as if the god of war was in the world.

Countless orcs felt the pressure wrinkle all over their bodies, fluttered, broke their legs, and fell to their knees in a state of overwhelm.

......

......

In the middle of the Solan Empire, in a small village, a young man wearing a tattered robe, a hood, and a random branch sat next to the stone mill at the entrance of the village, like a traveler in the dust.

Next to the strange young man, a beautiful girl in her youth, wearing a long cloth dress, also sat next to the stone mill and chose wild vegetables.

Suddenly, the young man looked up at the south, his eyes did not fluctuate, and he whispered, "This is your own choice......

The young man's strange words caught the girl's attention, and the big eyes of the water were looking at him.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing. The young man smiled, "You don't seem to be happy?"

The girl was stunned for a moment and sighed: "My friend went to join the army, he left two years ago, and he hasn't come back yet, I don't know when he will come back." ”

This time it was the young man's turn to be stunned: "Just friends?"

The girl's face turned red and she said shyly, "Yes!

The young man was silent, then looked at the girl's shy face: "I'll teach you to sing a song." ”

"Huh?"

"Are you going to Scarborough Market?

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

Take me to say hello to one of the girls there

She used to be my love

Tell her to make me a sackcloth garment

There are no stitches on it, and there is no needle and thread

......”