The pace of the war continued, and the Black Wing Empire took the initiative to become the main force of this attack, and the other countries were of course willing to do so in the afternoon.

With the Blackwing Legion as the core, the metal dragons and the Buchi Kingdom, the Wolfheart Clan and the Maha Kingdom, as well as the five-colored dragons that have not yet left, are divided into three groups and invade the hinterland of the Ebu Kingdom with a trident array.

With the offensive front too large, the alliance was almost logical - it was ambushed.

On the morning of the 25th of the Tertiary Age, 1670, the Malha army was ambushed by the femme fatale in the valley of the stream and suffered heavy losses, Prince Kane immediately made a decision, abandoned the two infantry regiments and baggage troops that had been encircled, and led the cavalry and spellcaster troops to cover the king's breakthrough to the north.

The two sides confronted each other in the valley of the stream, constantly investing their forces against each other.

In the afternoon of the same day, the combined forces of the Metal Dragon and the Kingdom of Buchi were blocked by the Neyu and the Blood Bats, and the derivatives Monet Barro, Anubarak Monet, and the first appearance of the Blood Bat leader Varanasi Monet, Monet's army adopted a defensive strategy, filling the three fortresses in the Somme Hills area, and tightly holding the march route of the combined army.

According to statistics, on the first day of the battle alone, the Buchi Kingdom had 12,000 casualties, and at such a huge cost, they only advanced nine miles.

On the contrary, the Blackwing Legion, as the main force, was quite comfortable, and did not encounter any harassment along the way, Caesar followed the army to the northern border of Aesin in the kingdom of Ebu, which was the only gathering place of Monet's army found by the alliance so far.

On the map, the northern frontier of Essien, west of the Stream Valley and southeast of the Hillman Forest, is the end of the Chablides at the end of the province of Ebu-Esin, a low valley hill that cuts off the province from the royal region of Ebb, and acts like a protruding fang, oozing venom to all alien life.

Several tributaries that flow into the Vergaugh River cut across the hills, forming several relatively gentle valley floors along which the Blackwing Clan advanced, with wyverns roaming the sky, orcs and diggers crossing each other, and finally goblin armor.

The Blackwing Clan was divided into three, passing through three slightly narrow valley roads, and the front was the northern border of Essin, until this time, Monet's army finally launched an attack according to the bloodthirsty desire in his heart, and the direct result was that Emperor Caesar had already expected that the army set up by the head of the Blackwing Clan did not fall into the encirclement at all, except for a small number of orcs and digging worm forwards, the real main armored legion was actually further away, and an ambush battle was fought into a sniper battle at the beginning.

This is exactly what Caesar wanted.

Unlike most of Eladia's army, Monet's army was a bloodthirsty and violent beast, and there was no such thing as a demoralization collapse, and the same was true for the Blackwing Clan, two terrible troops, and from the beginning of the collision, it was a tragic bloody battle.

The viper's sharp claws, like hooks hanging in mid-air, swept over the heads of the orc soldiers, swept the knight on the back of the wolf, and pulled him from the horse, the orc let out a low roar, and with a thud the intestines and spine were pulled out of the lower back, and the bloody half of the body flew into the sky, and then fell, splinters of internal organs and stinking blood flying to the ground.

Before the viper could let out a mighty scream, a shadow suddenly loomed over its head, and a pair of even larger claws fell from the sky, grabbing the viper's writhing body and throwing it into its mouth, the radiant wyvern chewing, swallowing, throat surging, and roaring.

More vipers surged up, drowning the radiant wyverns......

"War, war, war, as always, war has never changed." Azrils sighed in a deep and distant tone, he stayed with Caesar, maintaining the posture of a flaming blade, overlooking the battlefield in the center of the Blackwing Clan, and the voice came directly into Caesar's spiritual sea.

"Black Dragon, do you smell it?" He continued: "It's been a long time, the smell of blood and fire, I'm happy, I'm happy. ”

"Who would be happy about it."

Caesar squinted at him: "The inevitable result of war is the death of life, which seems to you to be a beautiful thing, I am afraid that only a madman will agree with your theory, no wonder you will be called a demon." ”

"Tsk." The Flame Prison Monarch made a sarcastic voice: "Do you want to teach me a lesson in righteous words?" Evil Dragons. I have heard that you have been called Eladia's greatest scourge, the destroyer of the human world. ”

"Perhaps."

Caesar did not explain, but looked at the battlefield ahead and said: "But it seems to me that war is only a means, not an end in itself, and it is the final form of dealing with contradictions. At this point, demons, we are fundamentally different, you are simply bloodthirsty and warlike. ”

"Order and evil." Azrils defined the black dragon, and Caesar seemed to be able to see his pouting expression: "And those devilish scum fools all the way." ”

The conversation between the two of them is like this all the way, although they can use energy to communicate and communicate all the time, but they can't continue without saying two sentences, and the different camps have no common language.

But the Flame Prison Monarch was a talker after all, and after a while, he took the initiative to ask: "Aren't you going to make a move, Black Dragon, are you going to watch your family die one after another?" ”

Caesar had to turn his gaze back again: "You seem to be a little impatient, Azrils. Why, do you enjoy being used as a weapon? ”

"I enjoy nothing more than to listen to the wails of powerful enemies, and if I could, I would not hesitate to burn your flesh and blood, and make you turn into withered and fragile bones, and then blow them to ashes in one fell swoop." The Flame Prison Monarch rumbled.

The black dragon's right claw gripping the hilt was enveloped in flames and burned with blazing heat, and many vine-like bone spurs sprouted from his wrist, wrapping around the hilt and attempting to pierce into the sword. Even if the two sides did not deliberately drive it, the power they leaked was entangled and strangled with each other all the time.

As Azrils said, using an Abyssal Monarch as a weapon is indeed something to remember and brag about, because mortals will never be able to hold this sword, and even if Azrils does not have the sense of resistance, mortals will turn into charred bones the moment they hold the sword.

"There was a saying in my old world that I said no, but my body was honest." Caesar said, unconcerned about the blazing flames on his paws: "If you're a female, it's interesting." ”

"Idiot, I'm an elemental body, don't apply the ridiculous standards of sexuality creatures to revered beings from the upper realm!"

The Flame Helllord roared, and the Black Dragon's words made him feel inexplicably humiliated: "You see, I'm helping you now, Evil Dragon. As a ministerer, I still have to bear your ridicule, do you really think that the creatures of the upper realm can be insulted at will? ”

"I'm sorry."

The black dragon apologized neatly, God knows what the chaotic and evil demon will do when he is provoked, Caesar is happy to appease Azrils when he is on the verge of rage, after all, simple words to appease him do not have to pay any price, anyway, it is a cycle of "I'm sorry, I dare next time".

"If you want to apologize, you should ......"

Azrils was about to say something when he noticed the black dragon's gaze sharpen, and he covered his perception forward, finding that at the top of a distant hill, a large serpent with nine heads appeared at the end of his vision.

The serpent raised its head in the air and let out a repeating roar, and as it roared, a black cloud of vipers poured out from beneath it, spreading towards the valley battlefield.

"This misshapen little snake is the child of that in Tiamat?" Knowing that it was impossible, Azrils wanted to mention the Dragon Queen.

"It's not." Caesar said, taking a step forward: "Hydra Monet, one of the derivatives. ”

"Slaughter, slaughter, slaughter."

"Hmm."