A crescent moon floats above the desert, and Jon Arthur agrees to the multi-front battle plan proposed by the five-colored dragon and leads the army to the Elven Forest.

Like a thick steel snake, the three columns meandered into the northern realm, and then rounded around the reconnaissance boundary of the Black Wing Empire, crossed the Rushing River, and cut diagonally from the north to the east.

Jon Arthur rode at the front of the line, accompanied by his brother, as well as the previous dragon hunters Baif and Darrow, and behind him, all the troops he had brought with him, including spellcasters and knights, lancers, archers, and a large number of strong crossbowmen.

It took them hours to make the crossing, and afterwards, Jon Arthur would always recall the howl of a beast he heard in the darkness when he got closest to the Blackwing Empire's cordon, and he realized that he wasn't encircling a dragon, but a nation.

The main force to deal with the Black Wing Empire is the five-colored dragons of Eladia, after the end of the last war, the five-colored dragons in the north have not decreased, but have been replenished one after another, and the number is still exceeded, these red dragons, blue dragons and green dragons lurk in the magma, yellow sand and dense forests, commanded by Alex, ready to find ways to destroy the newly prosperous country.

Whatever the outcome, good or bad, they're all in between.

On the second night, when night had fallen, and all the flags were dyed black, the Kohor army camped for miles between the rolling hills and the Elven Forest, and the fireflies scurried between the tents like wandering stars.

The carcass of a large blood-red bull was set atop a roaring campfire, skewered with a roast fork as thick as a small tree—in fact, it was a small tree, blood and oil dripping from the flames, and the two warriors worked together to slowly turn the ox.

All around Jon Arthur were the deployment of the free trade city-state that had sworn allegiance and the permanent army of Kohor City, but now, he had led them thousands of miles to the north, and the loss of up to 20,000 troops was bound to bring a series of subsequent ills, which should soon be known to the head of Tashanmu.

So at the moment, time is pressing, not only is the Blue Dragon Alex's side impatient, but even Jon Arthur himself knows that he can't leave this army out for too long.

At the end of the night, a pale mist floated from the night, like long white fingers on the river, and men and horses stumbled and moved their bodies in the cold of dawn, scrambling their saddles, carrying heavy weapons to the wagons, and extinguishing the campfires.

The trumpets sounded, and after a night of recuperation, Jon Arthur felt that his army was ready to start the war, and the knights jumped on their exhaling half-breed horses, the infantry sheathed their swords as they ran, and the crossbowmen followed lightly at the back of the line.

However, it only took a moment for the paranormal perception to make Jon Arthur smell something wrong, and after listening intently, he heard a commotion from the outpost at a considerable distance from the main army, and the shouts of soldiers, the clash of spears, the neighing of warhorses, and the roar of wild beasts reached his ears.

He hadn't given the order to attack yet, and it stands to reason that there shouldn't be a fight ahead.

"Your Excellency."

Just as Jon Arthur was thinking, the messenger hurried out of the fog, the soldier was fully armed, mounted on horseback, and wearing a battered, full-face helmet.

"What's going on?" Jon Arthur asked.

"The Elven Forest spotted us and attacked first." The messenger said: "They took advantage of the darkness to lurk around the outpost, less than a mile to the east of us, and their number is unknown.

After listening, Jon Arthur barely had time to think, so he immediately made a decision, clamped the horse's belly, and rushed out with his cronies and knights first: "The whole army is in a battle formation, charge." ”

- Damn, isn't the Elven Forest a colony of good races? How could they take the initiative to go to war before we made a statement, this is not the right way for a good race to do things.

The morning sun rises from the horizon, and pale red rays of light shine from the east, while the western sky is a deep purple dotted with a few stars.

The sound of the trumpet sounded in the Kohor army, low and mournful, making the soul tremble and blood boiling, in terms of the luxury of equipment, the army of the central trading city-state is definitely the crown of Eladia, for example, the current Kohor army, even the horn is a rare magical wonder.

When Jon Arthur arrived at the outpost's battlefield, the fog in the air was gradually evaporating by the rising sun, the grass left over by the horses was covered with dew like diamonds spread on the ground, the dragon hunters were following closely behind him, and a large number of knightly troops of cronies were on standby.

Even from a distance, Jon Arthur's equipment is so dazzling that even the king's golden jade garment can't be compared, his cloak is woven from countless mythril threads, so heavy that it is difficult to make it flutter even when charging, and when mounted, it almost completely obscures the hind legs of his mount, and his armor is a heavy elemental black steel with a layer of silver-white enamel, and his knee pads and gloves are covered in intricate inscriptions, bright as light.

Such a set of equipment seems to have little practical significance, and it is very charming as a decoration, but in fact it is not, Jon Arthur's armor is full of permanent spell blessings, and the overall effect is no less than a pair of legendary armor, and the actual weight is about equal to zero on himself.

In the dawn light, Jon Arthur's heavy cavalry on the top of the hill was like a slowly blooming rose of steel, with spikes glittering.

By this time, Jon Arthur could already see his opponent, as the intel had revealed, and the main forces in the Elven Forest were the transformed druids, the punishing hunters with hooked and scythe-wielding arrows, the incredibly fast giant eagles, and the strong and fierce Chimera, but he was always puzzled as to why they would take the initiative to attack.

The outposts sheltered behind a barrier of shields and spears to withstand every wave of onslaught from the Elven Forest race, but the good races were attacking more ferociously than expected, and the troops had suffered heavy losses.

Thankfully, they've completed their mission and managed to hold off their enemies – and now, it's their turn to bleed.

"For Kohor!"

Jon Arthur roared, and the cronies' troops immediately followed, and the dragon hunters, although they didn't scream, also clenched their weapons: "For Kohor!" For Kohor! ”

The low and long horn suppressed the horn of the alien race, and Jon Arthur led a team of elite hoplite cavalry into the battlefield, and directly in front of him, a small team of Tia elves formed a half-moon formation, and the crossbow machines were all wound, like a hedgehog ready to attack.

The bows and arrows of the Elven Forest hailed at them like hailstones, ten, hundred, and in an instant, innumerable, but not a single one of the heavy cavalry fell from the arrow, and this weak short horse could not really hurt them.

The cavalry turned into a torrent, and the momentum was like a rainbow, and it was about to crush the elven squad into powder, but a huge Chimera suddenly appeared, cutting across their way, blocking the retreating elven squad, and the three heads spewed out breath of different natures.

However, it was unable to stop the heavy cavalry's charge, as it was swept to the ground by a rock slam in the next second, and Kohor's spellcaster could not be ignored and was also in play.

All of a sudden, the scene was chaotic.