The morning fog was heavy, and the surroundings were white.

The marching army looked very dull in this weather, accompanied only by the sound of rumbling footsteps.

Walking along the muddy road, after turning a small slope, a faint red light pierced through the dense fog and reflected in the eyes of the people.

It was the light from the Delof Lighthouse, which not only informed the lost traveler of the location of the city, but also prevented some dark creatures from approaching, and had a very high status in the Delof complex, equivalent to the clock tower.

A low cheer rang out, and the pace of the march quickened a little.

After a few more kilometers, the fog faded a little, and the general outline of a city began to appear in the distance.

As he got closer, it became clearer and clearer for Delov.

Delov's situation was even better than Angela had imagined, with the towering walls, though slightly dilapidated, mossy on the stone bricks, and overgrown weeds in the cracks, but still intact and uncollapsed.

The walls of the city are lined with arrow towers, each guarded by at least two soldiers, one hand next to the ballista, and the other lit the searchlight on the arrow tower pierces through the fog, on alert, monitoring every move around it.

It seems that there is something like a great enemy.

Soon, everyone knew what was going on.

At the gates of the city, the shining armor was neatly exemplified, shimmering with sparkling waves, especially the sharp axes, which were even more cold.

This is a group of knights, a court knight with extraordinary status, behind their array, is a heavy infantry regiment with black armor and long spears, they are silent, like a pool of stagnant water, and there are ancient beasts hidden under the water, once alarmed, they will definitely lead to death.

In the sky, there was a roar, and when I looked up, I could see the small black dots moving one by one.

Occasionally, the little black dots swooped over, and it was a griffon, and on the back of the griffon, a knight in gold armor.

Before approaching Delov, Gross had already warned Angela that Delov would shoot any flying unit that was not his own army, leaving Angela to take care of his griffons.

Angela also nodded in agreement, so he bittered the timid griffin, because along the way, he had crawled over, and he had to carry an Angela, which made him feel very tired, and his heart was full of resentment, and now his body trembled, because he felt that these people were much better than himself, so he was glad in his heart.

Whether it is the griffin knight or the silver-armored court knights at the city gate, it is not the point, what matters is the people who protect the silver-armored court knights array.

They are dressed in a messy way, but they all have one thing in common, and that is they are gorgeous and bright.

Or a dazzling red, or a dazzling gold, or a pure white with a strong presence, or a serious black.

Men and women, young and old, all rubbed fat and powder, dressed like peacocks, and looked at a cluster of flowers, which made people dazzled.

From a long distance, Angela could hear the complicated sound of the warblers and swallows over there with her keen hearing, and directly dissipated most of the killing aura of the entire array, but even so, this still could not hide the fierce combat effectiveness of the entire army.

Angela couldn't help but shake her head, it was clear that Doff had so many elites, but there were no reinforcements in the Iron Fist Fortress when the war was critical, and I really didn't know what to say about them.

Too ignorant? Too smart? Too selfish? Or is it too short-sighted?

Angela looked around, only to see the soldiers around her with murderous eyes and red eyes.

These soldiers are not ordinary soldiers, who can survive until now, which one is not an elite, among these elites, they are either gifted, or cunning, and the family is at least rich, with a certain degree of education, and thinking about the problem is not as simple as ordinary soldiers.

If ordinary soldiers see this scene, they can only think of how much those big people value themselves and feel proud.

After Gross guided them a little, what these elite soldiers saw was that those damn guys didn't come to the rescue even though they had the strength, and they didn't take their lives seriously at all.

When Gross saw this scene, the eyelids on his handsome face squinted slightly, and the corners of his mouth hooked upward, revealing deep white teeth, and the white cold light in the teeth flashed.

After experiencing one big battle after another, these 3,000 elites are no longer the kind of strength they had when they came, killing made the darkness in their bodies rich, made them stronger and stronger, and made their strength skyrocket, and they were all murderous.

By now, Gross is completely sure that in the kingdom, in terms of the level of elite, if the Griffin Knights are eliminated, these 3,000 elites should be the first.

But as far as the Griffin Knights, hearing Gross's prestige, he is also sure that he can master 13, and if you add the queen, you can master more than half.

So, now, he can do something drastic.

Sorry! Let your plan fail, Gross thought to himself.

Suddenly, the people inside moved. The knights of the scale-armored court in the first few rows spread out to both sides with neat steps, highlighting the people inside.

The first to come out is a giant bull, and on the back of the huge bull is a gorgeous and exquisite small pavilion.

In the pavilion, a woman wearing a golden crown and a white robe with a white veil stood up, looking excitedly at Gross, a black steed.

Needless to say, this woman is the queen of the Geffen Kingdom.

However, a bald old man beside the queen whispered a few words in her ear, and the queen hid the excitement on her face, sat down, and put on a graceful and generous posture.

Behind the bulls, there were aristocrats riding horses in carriages.

The two sides stopped at the same time dozens of yards apart.

"Dismount!"

Gross's muffled voice rang out, and at the same time, he rolled and dismounted, and behind him, there was a neat sound of armor rubbing.

On the other side, the queen walked down the stairs with the support of the bald old man, and the nobles also dismounted, got off the car, and followed the queen towards Gross.

"Your Majesty!" Gross stepped forward and pulled out the long sword at his waist, spread it flat on his hands and half-knelt on the ground: "Fortunately, I have not failed in my mission." ”

The queen stopped, took the sword in both hands, and said, "Good work, my knight! ”

Turning to hand the sword to the attendant beside him, he drew an even more luxurious and jeweled sword from the other attendant's hand and placed it in Gross's hand: "Get up, my prince! ”

In this ceremony, the two sides complete the alternation of power.

Gross took the sword and stuck it at his waist and stood up, at this moment, he was no longer the marshal who led the army to fight on the border, but the prince of the kingdom, the husband of the queen, who could stand side by side with the queen, the second most noble person in the entire kingdom.