The commander of the "Hundred Tribes Righteous Army" is also quite "prestigious" in the Black Flag Winged People group, and the big name is Iraza? Serviric? The leader of the middle-aged greasy senior underworld group of Gale Wings is indeed in the most complacent stage of his life.

The name sounds quite bold, and it feels like a noble birth from a long family. Although those who are familiar with him know that although this guy claims to be a descendant of the ancient Wingman royal family, he is simply a natural bad breed born of five generations of bandits. However, this is not important, anyway, half of the large and small wingman bandit groups in Namoa Mountain will find themselves a noble ancestor of the ancient wingman kingdom, and everyone is used to it.

Iraza is one of the largest bandit groups in the Namoa Mountains, the leader of the Flame Wing Banner Society, and is also a figure in the one-acre and three-point land of the Black Flag Wingers. Moreover, compared with those bandits who are on an equal footing with him, he is a brain, at least he knows how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and knows how to see the wind and steer the rudder. As a result, the big leaders of his level were all killed in the Necromantic War, and he still lived quite nourishingly because he tried to save his life and most of the main forces.

The 100,000 mountains of Namoa are so vast that they can't be completely blocked and swept away. Iraza felt that it was not impossible to take his remaining men to live in the mountains for the rest of his life. Anyway, most of the competitors have already hung up, but there is a lot of more room for survival. If possible, it is not impossible to integrate the remaining remnants of the Black Flag Wingmen and call them the Wingmen King behind closed doors.

This was indeed the thought that Erasa had only had after he returned to the mountains of Namoa with his men who had preserved most of their combat strength. He is already a middle-aged greasy man of his age, he can't even put on armor with a big belly, and a pair of fat wings can bring a gust of oil wind when he flutters twice, and when he cuts it down and cooks it, he can make enough chicken soup for ten people. He can't even fly a few hundred meters now, so it's good to be a mountain king for the rest of his life.

It's just that when he dreams back at midnight, he always tosses and turns, thinking about the lost youth of the year. When he was still a young wingman leader who was both civil and military (self-appointed) and eloquent (self-conceived), he really thought about dominating 100,000 mountains and establishing a wingman hegemony...... This dying youth has become his unavoidable obsession.

Perhaps his obsession really touched the spirit of the already cool bloodthirsty king in the sky. One day, a sneaky gray-robed masked man came to his cottage.

"Do you want the 100,000 mountains of Namoa? Want a new Wingman Crown? I put everything out there! However, it all requires your efforts. ”

This gray-robed masked man's lines are really very middle-two, and even such a sneaky outfit can't hide his round body, so it stands to reason that this kind of royal blood line is not convincing. But the other party is really a talent, and what he says is good, plus he is also a fat man, Iraza likes him very much.

So, he was so instigated that he was full of enthusiasm and decided to finally rise again. And the chubby gray robe became the military advisor, magic advisor and diplomatic advisor of the "Winged Man King". Thanks to the efforts of the round king, the remaining winged people of Mount Namoya were united, and the undead lords, orc remnants, and even many dark creatures who had fled to the 100,000 mountains to survive became part of this alliance.

These demons and monsters have gained unprecedented cohesion, because all those who are unwilling to obey the orders of the "Winged Man King" and the military master will either be persuaded by Eli, or they will never hear any reason again.

"But what are we going to do together? You can't just raise a banner and say that it's a nation, right? Although he is a strong soldier now, he is not an opponent of the Federation! Not even Daroshur's Sixth Legion could handle it. Although she was full of pride, Iraza, who had always prided herself on being a brain, still had great doubts. He knew very well that with the strength of the Black Flag Winged People, even in their heyday, they were by no means the opponents of the Eastern Legion on the frontal battlefield, and at most they relied on the terrain and people to play hide-and-seek.

And at this time, of course, it will be the turn of the master of the military division to shake the fan that does not exist and the "winged man king" to analyze it carefully. That's what the chubby, half-pulled face of the clovered military advisor in a robe and a funny or even cute cat mask said, "The Federation is about to fight a civil war." ”

"Huh?"

"Yes, my informant in the Federation told me that the current Führer, Rassell, is too capable of making trouble, so his enemies, the Gatelord faction, will definitely make some big deals. Perhaps, it will be launched in a few days. ”

"Oh...... That's it! Iraza nodded, not suspicious of him. In the past few days, he has gotten along well with the chubby military advisor, and he trusts each other very much, which can be called a model of monarchs and ministers.

"So, we're going to do this?"

"We're also going to do something here to attract the main forces of the Eastern Legion into the mountains. Then, destroy them. ”

“…… Isn't that too radical, sir? ”

"Don't worry, my king. In the past two years, the combat effectiveness of the Eastern Legion has declined sharply, and most of the veterans who can fight have been forced to retire. Although Asterley is capable, after all, he is young, his merits and prestige are limited, and it is the limit to barely be able to maintain the main force that can be fought by a few thousand people. As long as we can take out his troops, the eastern frontier of the Federation will be undefended, and we can come and go as we please, plundering as we please. As for the Union itself, it will also fall into civil strife and will not be able to look east for a long time. When they settle down, their national strength will inevitably be greatly damaged. We can then take this opportunity to take possession of Daroshu and a series of islands to the East, and use this as a bargaining chip to force the new federal government to recognize our new throne in the mountains of Namoa. The military advisor said.

Iraza thought for a while, and felt that there was no problem at all, so she immediately shook the hand of the military advisor and said with tears in her eyes: "Mr. Ide, you are like a Kedesai Xiang!" ”

Well, that's really not a good example. But most people don't know? Until now, Emperor Knoeus the Great and the purple-clothed prime minister Theodoro are still regarded as models of monarchy and courtiers by the masses who do not know the truth.

And now, the first and most difficult step in his great cause of founding the country - the annihilation of the main force of the Eastern Army - is about to be realized. How could he not be excited?

What, you said that the so-called "Namoan Rebel Alliance" went through a lot of hardships to introduce the Sixth Army into its own preset battlefield, concentrated several times the opponent's forces, and "divided and surrounded" the opponent's forces. The time and place are favorable, but the war situation is still in a scorching and even gradually unfavorable situation, why does Iraza still feel complacent? Naturally, it was because the military advisor said to him: "The enemy has been in the mountains for several days, and the supply of military rations should have bottomed out." And, if I'm right, the headquarters of the Daroshur fortress is in disarray, and they don't get any backup. Now, although the other party is very brave, it is also the last madness. As long as there is no great progress for a period of time, the blood and qi are exhausted, and the morale is low, it is natural to win the battle. ”

"I see." Iraza thinks it's good to be educated, which can be seen, and when he becomes the real winged king, he should still invite some literate scholars into the palace to teach his little cubs a lesson - God of War bless, his six sons are all typical black flag winged people bandits, and their heads are full of paste.

"But first of all, we can't afford to lose here!" The military advisor pointed to the attacking Federation soldiers at the foot of the mountain, and explained: "They should be the flag guard regiment of the Sixth Legion, there are not many people, but they are all the most capable veterans and the most experienced battle mages. Fortunately, with the advantage of geography and troops, goblins, kobolds, cavemen, and these things are not distressed when they die, and they will give birth to a large number of votes in a few years. This is the tactic that the Orc Khans and Crypt Lords have been using, and it is very effective, and we can learn from the good of others. ”

Iraza continued to nod. The best thing about him as a mind-setter is that he is very pragmatic and willing to humbly learn from the good points of others. I don't want the rest of the Black Flag bosses, who are obviously a group of bandit leaders, and always call themselves "noble celestials", how big is their face? forgot, even in the heyday of the Classical Wingman Kingdom, it was just a wall sandwiched between the Sammanchar Empire and the Gersa Empire.

"We'll have to hold on a little longer, wait until they're starting to get tired, and then send out our ace to deliver the fatal blow."

The so-called trump cards are the troops hidden in the hidden valley floors on both sides of the hillside. There were more than 300 crypt minotaurs and more than 1,000 gray dwarves belonging to three tribes, all of whom had escaped from the dark regions. They are all young adults who can still fight - they really can't be taken out if they are not young adults.

They used to be die-hard loyalists of the Minas Demon Cave, and today, when the drow elves are completely counterattacking, and the crypt lords are all made into cockroaches one by one, these tribes are naturally in fear. You must know that even if the drow elves are barely counted as part of the righteous camp, they have never been a magnanimous race, and their methods are still very cruel, not much better than the abyss lords.

Being pushed into a poisonous insect pit for sacrifice, or fighting to the death in a gladiatorial arena, is already considered the most lenient treatment.

Since I didn't choose a dog leash, of course I had to escape.

When the Minotaurs and Grey Dwarves fled into the mountains of Namoa, they were all miserable as refugees, but they were still much better than the Black Flag Wingers. After a period of recuperation, he regained some combat effectiveness. Iraza even smashed the pot and sold iron to equip them with weapons, and now he is regarded as the last and strongest trump card reserve under the command of the "Hundred Tribes Righteous Army".

In order to win them over, Iraza also married her four younger sisters to the Minotaur Overseer and the three grey dwarf chiefs - don't think reproductive isolation is important. You know, the aesthetics of almost all races in this world are very decent. Moreover, the average appearance of the winged people is actually higher than that of humans, and they can usually be regarded as low-profile elves. Besides, as long as there are holes, isn't it enough?

"Maybe your kingdom will become a united kingdom of harmony among all races in the future, like the Cave of Minas...... Ah no, just like the golden king of the year. The military advisor said.

This pie is really outrageous, but it really can't stop King Iraza from believing it!

However, looking at the Federation soldiers who were constantly attacking at the foot of the mountain, no matter how complacent they were, he was somewhat shaken, so he said to the military advisor for the ninth time: "Sir, isn't it time yet?" ”

"No, wait." The military advisor said.

"But...... They all rushed up the hillside, and at least two goblin tribes and one kobold tribe were destroyed, right? ”

"We have to let them go a little deeper, so we can get together!" The military advisor said solemnly: "My king, this is also a test as a king!" ”

"Brush!" There was a stabbing sound, and an arrow had been nailed into the flagpole next to Iraza.

"Well, it's not time yet?"

"Not then! This is the test, my king, of your determination and courage as a king. ”

"Boom!" A fireball landed ten meters in front of Iraza, killing at least five or more bear goblins on the spot, and lighting flames with the large wings that had been used to protect more than ten wingmen. The heat wave that came to his face made the winged king's round face hurt, and he felt like he was about to get out of oil for a while.

"Still, can't you do it yet?"

"Of course not. O king of our generation, those who are kings must learn to stand firm and stand firm. Do you see the red clouds floating in the sky? That's your fortune rising! Don't be afraid of these little twists and turns, and don't be shaken in the slightest! Don't move like a mountain to find out! This is the true king. I'll take care of these little things for you. ”

The chubby military advisor and magic advisor stretched out his hands and pressed them into a handprint, and the three fireballs that whistled again dispersed in the air, leaving not even a trace of heat behind. Then, the federal mage who had rushed to the front on the opposite side seemed to be hit by some invisible impact, his body trembled, his face instantly lost his blood, and then he collapsed. Fortunately, his comrades-in-arms around him were all experienced veterans, and they quickly brought the fainting battle mage back to the camp in the rear.

"Look, it's a small problem." The military advisor said triumphantly: "Can you feel the scenery of the red clouds floating in the sky?" ”

"But, but, that's so white!" The winged man pointed to the sky, and finally couldn't help but shout: "The white one has floated over, isn't it time yet?" ”

It's really mud that can't hold up the wall, the fat military master thought to himself, and then turned his head and squeezed out a smiling face under the cat's face mask: "Of course it's not there yet...... What the hell did I do, how did that thing come so fast? ”

The white ark came through the billowing clouds of blood, like light breaking through the burning sky.

Then, immediately afterward, the sky burned more fiercely than the blood-red sky, and fell from the sky.