The battlefield below was full of blood and roaring, and Ferrante just watched quietly, without the slightest intention of making a move.

If there is anyone who is the strongest in the current North Continent, it is not those divided dukes, nor any empire and kingdom, but him, Ferrante.

If the legion behind the hill had charged, neither of the two sides on the battlefield would have been his opponent, but Ferrante still chose to stand still, as if he had really come to see the play.

The form of the battlefield is changing rapidly, and the profound heritage of the nobility is not something that Ferranch can quickly catch up with after a few years of development.

Catapults entered the battlefield, and because they were in the south, special fish oil was not a very precious thing.

One oil tank after another was ignited and thrown out, leaving shallow pits in the ground, and the burning fish oil stained the leather armor, and Ferranche's side soon fell into a disadvantage, and there was quite a commotion.

In the rear, Winston did not come out, still studying something in the tent, while Dunn commanded a series of catapults into battle, and instead of fish oil, they fired gunpowder.

The aristocratic commander sneered at their actions, and it was naïve to want to turn the tables with only a dozen catapults.

But he thought he had gained the advantage on the battlefield, but after a volley from Ferranche's side, he almost fell off his horse.

A dozen black barrels were tossed into the air, sliding in a perfect parabola, and Dunn stood at the back of the battlefield, carving a spell mark with flint into a flat rock.

A strange gesture came out, and Dunn chanted a nameless incantation.

The black barrel remained unchanged in the air, until it was about to hit the ground, when Dunn's gesture suddenly changed, and his right hand fell violently.

Bang!!!

More than a dozen wooden barrels exploded at the same time, Ferrante on the hillside in the distance shrank his eyes, his brows suddenly furrowed, and the twelve knights behind him also gasped.

Huge flames spread outward from each explosion point, and although a dozen wooden barrels could not cover the entire battlefield, they still formed a wall of fire that soared into the sky.

The ferocity of the fire reminded Ferrante of the Sears fire.

With the blessing of magic, the flames spread rapidly to every soldier they came across, and no amount of fine armor could stop the tongue of fire from entering.

And is the real power of gunpowder in the flames? The strong vibration caused the affected noble soldiers to spit out a mouthful of blood and lose their ability to fight.

The exploding stones flew in all directions, shooting out like invisible arrows, leaving huge pits on the ground, and the soldiers who were close to them were directly covered with flesh and blood, giving off a retching smell of burnt paste.

Ferranche was also stunned, he had seen the experiment of gunpowder, but he did not expect such a large-scale explosion to have such an effect.

Whoa!

Two more volleys were fired, and the barrels filled with gunpowder once again showed great power.

At a distance of only a few hundred meters, the entire ground was like a scythe of death, and there was not a single living person, only smoking stumps and severed arms.

The noble commander's hand holding the reins trembled, and an emotion called fear appeared on his face.

"What the hell is this! Who the can tell me what this is!"

No one answered him, and even the guards around him began to retreat.

Dunn's side had stopped firing volleys, because of the instability of gunpowder, and the configuration needed to be very careful, and he and Winston had been making these for nearly a month from before the war to now.

But that was enough, the terrifying power and terrifying visuals caused the aristocratic army to collapse.

"Come back, you shit, rush me!" shouted the noble commander as he turned his horse's head to get out of here as quickly as possible.

Seeing that the situation had changed, Ferranche waved his arms and rushed over with his soldiers.

......

......

In the evening, Ferranch sat outside the tent, examining the wound that had just been bandaged, and a man in armor with a disheveled head was pressed to it.

"Ferranche, what kind of nobleman are you! Do you think you can really turn the sky up with these poor people? The Northern Legion is not a private soldier like us, and you will die on the battlefield sooner or later. The man said viciously.

Ferranche looked up at the smoke that had not yet dissipated in the distance, looked at the man and said:

"I never said that I was a nobleman, my lord, times have changed, and now there is only one duke left in the south, even if I can't go to the north, at least I can give them a home in the south where everyone can eat. Ferranche said and waved his hand, leading the man down.

After a few more moments, Dunn arrived, and Ferranche looked at him, "I didn't expect it to be like this. ”

Dunn was stunned: "My lord, I didn't expect ...... either"

"Forget it. Ferranche waved his hand, "This thing must not leak out, prepare a little more, there is still one last bone to gnaw, if there are fewer deaths, it would be the best ......"

"Yes, sir. ”

After Dunn left, Ferranch returned to the camp alone and began to plan for the complete liberation of the South, during which the Duchess came over and brought him a bowl of hot porridge, but did not continue to bother him.

It wasn't until the middle of the night that Ferranch put down his pen, the map was smeared with jumble lines that only he could understand, and he closed his eyes and listened quietly to the night insects.

Suddenly, the curtain of the tent was lifted, and a jolt of armor caused Ferranche to open his eyes.

"Big Brother ......"

"I knew you were coming. Ferranche smiled and picked up the wine bag from the table.

Ferrante waved his hand, which made him laugh again, "That's right, you are very disciplined, and you are not allowed to drink alcohol in the army." ”

"Big brother, do you want to fight all the way north like this?" Ferrante sat down, the wooden chair pressed by the heavy armor creaking.

"It's hard to ...... Almost all the legions of the empire were in the north, in the hands of the father. ”

"He's very old. ”

Ferranche raised his eyebrows and looked at his younger brother, "Although you are younger than me, you are also in your thirties, you and Sophia have been married for so many years, and you have not reconciled with your father?"

"If I had reconciled with him, I wouldn't have been sitting here, brother, aren't you also forcing him a little bit?"

Ferranche took a sip of wine, shook his head and said, "It's different, Ferrante...... I see what you mean, be careful, especially on the church side. ”

Ferrante was silent, and the two brothers drank like this, and the other was like a piece of wood, and kept it for a long time.

"Why?" Ferranche asked suddenly.

"Sophia is pregnant, I don't want her to stay in the inquisition any longer, after so many years, it's actually really tiring......"

Ferranche pursed his lips and nodded, patting Ferrante on the shoulder: "Governing a country is not an easy task, I hope our brothers can see each other again in the future." ”

The corners of Ferrante's mouth curled, he took the glass from Ferrante's hand, drank the remaining half of the glass, and then turned and walked outside.

When he came to the door, he stopped, turned his head sideways and said, "Big brother, it's better for people to have faith." ”

"Of course, as long as it is beneficial to the people, the south of the empire will not reject any faith in the future, but Ferrante, you should say this to yourself. Ferranch smiled helplessly.

Ferrante nodded and walked out without looking back.

From this day on, Ferrante led his army out of the border and toward the west of the North Continent, vowing to capture all the remaining lands of the Honoris Empire, even the two principalities, which were in his plan.

Honoris Turf ...... Oh no, it's Ferrante's territory now, and Cassia has appeared in a valley, and if nothing goes wrong, Ferrante will lead his army through it in three days.

He knew early on that this kid didn't have a bullshit belief at all, and since they met back then, his mind was full of Sophia, and it hadn't changed for so many years.

When I was young, I was fine, and I still had the awe of light, but now that I have grown up, I have reached middle age, and my crooked thoughts have come out.

If it weren't for being the second-generation inheritor of divine arts, and having been personally taught by Cassia Ming, if he could sit in the position of the head of the Paladin, Cassia would not have to be the true god.

However, since he had this ambition and needed a good reason, Cassia naturally decided to give him a chance.

Because now in the entire Atlantic world, there is no one more suitable to promote the existence of this god than his experience.

Mars!

Ferrante is simply the ace salesman of this god!

As for whether he really believes in the god of war...... Cassia was skeptical.

And the god of war's divine art system, Cassia completed it in his spare time to design the sea god system, because there is really nothing to design, and the purpose of the god of war divine art is only one word from beginning to end.

Mangal!

"Alas......" Cassia sighed, and with a wave of his hand, a temple formed in the hidden part of the valley.

"If it's not that the foundation is not enough, who wants to be an engineering team every time......"

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