"Tea?"

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help laughing, this kind of thing, everyone understands, there is no need for any reminder such as "there is no limit to the place to drink tea".

The legendary powerhouse can't do it to all the "mortals", but what if the mortals provoke the legendary powerhouse first?

You know, most of those cultists were "fools", if Sina and Eichner put the place of "tea" in front of the two armies......

Thinking of this, everyone immediately laughed and was happy, this is not a violation of the "contract", it is just a loophole.

However, the Contract Council will also react to the act of exploiting the loophole of the "contract", but if it is a loophole to kill the cultist...... I don't think any member of the council would object, right?

It's like a few years ago, when the Snow Manling robbers attacked the city, Farndal slaughtered thousands of robbers on the pretext of being attacked by stray arrows, and in the end, no member of the Covenant Council used this as a reason to punish Farndal.

"Then, you two will have to drink a few more drinks then."

Firina smiled playfully, Sina and Eichner also smiled and nodded, and the group changed some details of the plan and set off for Fort Danstad in the north.

……

While the armies of Silent City and Snowman City were advancing towards Fort Danstad, the armies of the other realms were also engaged in the cultists who had invaded the Skyrim Province near the border.

"Watch for cover! Archer! Keep it pressing! Melee troops retreat immediately! Into the woods! Into the woods! ”

In the dense forest of the Phocles Leader, an officer of the Vorcles was leading the army in an attempt to delay the movement of the cultists, but as soon as they fought, the spells in the sky were like erasers, wiping out nearly a third of the melee troops from this world, and even the standard-bearer next to the commander was pierced through the head by an ice pick, which pierced through the eyes of the standard-bearer, spun and lifted the skull of the flag-bearer, and the red and white mixed goo splashed the commander's face.

The commander, however, did not even have time to raise his hand to wipe the blood from his head, and while screaming as best he could to command the army, he picked up the flag of the standard-bearer from the ground and waved it to give orders to the troops in front.

"Commander! The second team fled! ”

A guard ran over in a panic, and the commander just wanted to open his mouth to reprimand, but his eyes caught a glimpse of the right arm of the pro-soldier who only had his upper arm left, and the words of reprimand were immediately swallowed back by him, and he stuffed the military flag in his hand into the only remaining left hand of the pro-soldier: "Take it, follow me!" ”

"Yes! Command! ”

The soldier responded, holding the battle flag with one hand, and stepped forward, just to keep up with the commander's footsteps, but at this moment, he caught a glimpse of a whistling fireball out of the corner of his eye, and immediately gritted his teeth, threw down the battle flag and pounced......

Rumble!

"He, mother, yes!" The commander's eyes were red, and he picked up the battle flag that had fallen to the ground again, the anger in his heart almost ignited him, and his throat itched, "Brothers! Rush with Lao Tzu! Fight with this bunch of crumbs! "It's almost in my throat.

However, his throat rolled a few times, but in the end he still didn't shout out this sentence, he clutched the battle flag tightly, and he didn't know whether it was blood or blood and tears flowing on his face, with the last reason in his heart, he waved the battle flag and silently passed the order: "Melee troops, ambush in the forest, the enemy fights in close quarters after entering the forest, archers, keep long-range suppression!" ”

As the orders were issued, the one-sided situation finally reversed a little, especially after the cultists entered the dense forest, and with their familiarity with the dense forest terrain, this army successfully pulled back a game.

However, no matter how subtle the commander's tactics were and how meticulous his grasp of the situation was, when faced with a cultist contingent of more than 4,000 people, he still had no power to return to the sky, after all, what he led was only an ordinary army of only more than 1,000 people!

"Support, where's it?"

The commander's heart was silently screaming, but his eyes as sharp as a falcon were still patrolling the entire battlefield, and at this moment, a strange sound of breaking the air came to his ears.

Hastily!

What was that?

The commander had an alarm in his heart, but before he could make any move, the pain had spread from the back of his heart, and when he lowered his head, a spear made of rock was piercing through his heart and nailed to the ground.

"That's it, let's go to the next place."

An indifferent voice came from behind, and the commander turned his head with difficulty, only to see two yellow-robed figures breaking through the air.

"That's it...... Lost? ”

Desperation spread in the already broken heart of the commander, and without his command, how could a cultist contingent of three or four thousand people be stopped with less than a thousand soldiers?

That's fate.

With no strength left to speak, the commander raised his head with the last of his strength, wanting to take one last look at the battlefield and the soldiers who had fought with him, but a line of billowing smoke appeared on the southern horizon......

Is it reinforcements?

Questions, lingering in the broken heart, but the gradually dark vision can no longer see the answer.

In the dark, he seemed to feel a pair of warm fingers brushing his eyes, like a voice from heaven that made him finally let go of his last obsession: "We have won, rest in peace." ”

……

Snort –

The quill swiped across the paper, crossed out a line of names, and put away the pen and paper, revealing a string of peacefully braided mustaches under the gray hood.

"Let's go, let's go to the next place and wait."

The voice from under the hood was a little dull, and no one responded, but he rose into the air as he was accustomed to, and behind him, three gray-robed figures also followed, flying away into the distance.

On the ground, except for the yellow soil where they stood before, and even a few swaying mountain flowers, the other hundreds of meters of land were stained with red, and in this dark red viscous "mud", there may be a few pieces of gray-yellow cloth and white bone fragments.

It wasn't until long after the four gray-robed men left that the young man who had been wearing the uniform of the Rift Town militia came over, and he vomited at the tragic scene......

……

Click!

The sound of ice breaking sounded from the shield, but the arm holding the shield did not stop, but gently twisted the angle of the shield, and with a piercing sound of "snort", another ice pick flew out of the shield against the shield.

A muffled voice came from behind, and the man with the shield shook his head with a wry smile: "I'm sorry, brother, I didn't mean to...... Made! ”

Before he finished speaking, several ice picks shot from the wind and snow in front of him, and the man hurriedly raised his shield, and with the sound of three ice cubes cracking, a chill also spread from the shield to his arm.

"These damn cultists!"

They had been here for almost an hour, but in this kind of blizzard weather, the ice spells on the opposite side had increased by at least half, and they had charged twice before, but they were pressed back by the ice picks in the sky, and in the end they could only stay at the pass of this canyon, passively defending against the attacks from the opposite side.

"My lord, what should I do?"

A soldier next to him asked worriedly, there was a long mark of blood on his face, but no blood oozed out, which made him look a little terrible, but his question was only replaced by a scolding: "You ask Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu asks who to go!" ”

The man with the shield glared at the soldier silently, raised his shield to block the two ice picks, looked down at the two axes on the ground, and sighed helplessly: "Just consume it like this." ”

"But ......"

"But what!" The man glared again: "There are at least more than 5,000 cultists on the other side, and in this damn weather, do you dare to rush in your place?" Do you still want to go to heaven? ”

The soldier who was scolded twice in a row by the man finally didn't dare to speak, and honestly squatted on the ground with a shield, but with the other hand took out a bottle of honey wine from his arms, ready to warm his body, but as soon as he bit the cork, a big hand reached out from the side and snatched his wine bottle unreasonably......

"Stonefist-sama......"

The soldiers are going crazy, what did I do wrong, you always rob a drink? And, isn't it our Stormblade tradition to drink while fighting?

However, his lament was exchanged for the joyful voice of Galma Stonefist: "The first and second squadrons of the first brigade, follow me up the mountain!" ”

"Up the mountain?"

The soldier wailed again, he was a soldier of the second squadron of the first brigade of the storm blade, and it was almost fatal to go up the mountain in such a blizzard!

"Don't howl," Galma Stone Fist slapped him on the head, "let's touch it from the hill and ......"

"You're not trying to attack from behind, are you? There are obviously commanders in that group of cultists, how can they not guard against this possibility! ”

"You talk a lot!"

Garma Stone Fist slapped her again: "Who said we were going to go around behind them?" Follow along and find out! ”

Five minutes later

"Go down to you!"

Galma Stone Fist smiled and kicked out, directly kicking the soldier off the canyon wall, and in the long scream, Garma Stone Fist waved his hand to the soldiers behind him: "Brothers! Kill me! ”

With that, Garma leaped into the howling snowstorm.

Boom!

The dull sound of landing seemed to be accompanied by two crisp sounds of skulls shattering, and then the screams were heard far away in the wind and snow......

……

If the battle in the east has been brutal and powerful because of the leadership of the Fist of Stone, then on the western border of the Halfingal Realm, a battle with the cultists is very graceful and orderly.

"The third brigade retreats, and the seventh brigade steps forward to fill the position!"

"Archers concentrate on attacking the front area of the four teams!"

"Thirteenth Regiment, replenish the shield for the Sixth Brigade!"

On the hill, General Tulius gave orders in an orderly manner, and although he led only twelve regular army brigades, three archer brigades, and a mage regiment divided into fifteen small groups, a total of less than five thousand men, he had the upper hand in the face of the same number of cultists, or even slightly more than his own.

Orders emanated from the mouth of General Tulius and were conveyed to the front line by the three bannermen beside him, and the entire army was like a marionette composed of thirty delicate parts, gracefully cutting off pieces of flesh from the cultist ranks in the hands of Tulius, the puppet master.

The whole battle lasted only half an hour, and there were less than 1,000 cultists left in the original 5,000-strong cultist ranks, while the troops under General Tulius, in addition to the more than 2,000 wounded soldiers, were only about 300 people who were actually killed or seriously injured or disabled.

"This is the power of the Imperial Legion!"

General Tulius took off his white gloves and chuckled, in the face of such a group of cultists whose IQ was suppressed to single digits, as long as the commander on the opposite side was eliminated as soon as possible, the remaining cultists were like a piece of fat, and there was no other end except for being dismembered by a knife.

The last few hundred cultists resisted for more than ten extra minutes, and under the deliberate control of General Tulius, the soldiers with spell shields on their bodies used up the cultists' mana little by little, and finally swarmed up and controlled the hundreds of cultists.

"These are just spoils of war, and they will be handed over to the troops of the imperial capital when the time comes," Tulius pondered as he looked at the cultists who were handcuffed in special handcuffs, "If we can find a way to restore their consciousness......

……

The battles in the Ruichi Territory are different from the battles in other territories.

The battle of the Vorkris Territory is slightly tragic due to the lack of troops, the battle of the Rift Territory is easy but a little bloody because of Graybeard's fishing enforcement, the battle in the East is full of barbarian style, and the battle in the Halfingal Territory can be regarded as a model case of the Imperial Military Academy.

But at Rich, the battle here can be described in just two words: chaos.

In the current Ruichi Territory, the official forces of Marcus City and the Oathbreaker rebels coexist, and the control areas of the two sides are staggered, and when defending against the invasion of the cultists, the troops from Marcus City firmly hold the main roads and checkpoints, blocking the large cultist forces from the Hammer Province and the High Rock Province.

However, the dense environment of the mountains and forests of the Ruichi Territory gave the cultists a chance, and after being blocked, the cultists would often disperse into the mountains and forests as soon as possible, bypassing the defense line of the Marcus City army from the mountains and forests, and entering the Ruichi Territory in pieces.

And at this point, it's the turn of the Oath Abandoners.

After hiding in the mountains and forests for so many years, every oathbreaker warrior is very familiar with the mountains and forests, and when faced with a small group of cultists scattered into the jungle, often a squad of four or five people can completely annihilate a team of about 10 cultists without damage.

However, this is not the root of the chaos, even after the cultists have broken up and fled into the mountains and forests, the army of Marcus City will also send some people to pursue, and within half an hour, these soldiers will find the corpses of the cultists, as well as a group of oathbreaker soldiers who are eyeing each other, or simply encounter the oathbreakers and cultists who are fighting.

So, the three-way melee began without warning......