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The army of 100,000 berserkers spread out, waving flags and waving their flags, and the momentum was monstrous.

The loud trumpets came and went, the victorious division, the brave warriors, with the sharpest eyes and the most confident eyes. The pupils of those wyverns, like a tsunami omen, lying on their stomachs licking blood, certainly proved it.

With the thick grass under his feet and his armored shoulders shrugged and fell, the troll general Behringer suddenly stopped his steps, his palm with a steel sleeve suddenly raised, and his five fingers went from vertical to fist, controlling everyone's rhythm, "Wow, wow!" "Hold your pace.

One hundred thousand berserker legions, with one hundred thousand commanders, ten thousand commanders.

One of the captains suddenly ran over: "Lord Commander, we must set up camp as soon as possible, it will rain tonight!"

Behringer's eyes were blazing, he looked at the sunset plain, and asked without emotion, "How do you know?" ”

The other party said mysteriously: "This...... It was surmised by our shamans based on past experience. ”

Angry and amused, Behringer stretched out his clenched fist and motioned for the legion to move on.

"Vothorp, I warn again. The Spartan Empire believed only in the god of war, and only in our Imperial Emperor, His Majesty. This speculation can only be stated to be guided by the god of war. ”

After listening to Behringer's preaching, the seven-braid berserker named Votsop immediately nodded yes.

Bellinger smiled, his eyes continuing to stare ahead.

The Sunset Plain, the air is moist and clean, although I don't want to imagine the vastness, but it is intoxicating, not majestic but soft and continuous, with natural and real beauty.

Look around. The eyes are full of green, and there is no cover.

Behringer projected his gaze over, but he couldn't find a point to focus on, the four fields were vast, boundless, and there was a feeling of being hollowed out in his heart. This is a still ocean, which makes people feel a little panicked and make people reverie infinitely.

"According to the experience of trolls, there should be the sound of insects chirping in such a meadow. But there is no shadow of half a worm here. It's quiet, it's too quiet...... It's a little scary. ”

For some reason, since stepping into the Sunset Plains, Behringer had a premonition of impending danger.

It is worth noting that for a long time in the past, Behringer has not missed this feeling.

At the end of the Songnen Plain is the Sunset Castle, the target of the 100,000 berserker legions, and in the middle of the plain, there is a slightly raised watershed plateau.

Where Bellinger will be camped.

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Two hours later.

One hundred thousand berserkers were encamped on the high lands of the plains, and Sunset Fort was already in sight.

At this moment, Behringer's gaze swept across the sky. It felt like being baptized in blood by a mob.

Against the background of the blue sky, the string appears faintly, and like the cavitation, it is transparent. By refracting light, it is impossible to see it with the naked eye if it is at rest, but the string is constantly bending and twisting in the air.

There are no dark clouds. However, the rain is like a hazy smoke, covering the Huaihe River Plain that stretches for thousands of miles.

"What do you see?" Behringer stared intently at the sky. He asked with his back to the ten generals.

"It's so quiet, even though we still have half a day's march to Sunset Fort, we can feel that the enemy is ready to move." Captain Wothorp replied, staring cautiously at the troll general, and later, organizing his words, describing his feelings in more detail, "There is a feeling that the Great Emperor is about to roar, and the world will be destroyed in this loud noise. ”

“…… Yes, although we don't know where this feeling comes from. Another captain replied.

In the Spartan Empire, soldiers who could become generals had excellent battlefield instincts.

Although the other eight people didn't know why, it was enough for two generals to have the same feeling. Let Behringer prove that his judgment was not wrong.

"Go and deliver the order. The Berserker Legion is ready to fight, and I think it's going to be a tough night. ”

With that, Behringer withdrew his gaze from the horizon and gathered his general's guard. -- 5,000 elite troll warriors.

Rocks were piled up, earthen walls were built, and 30,000 berserkers held the steep slopes below the high ground.

20,000 berserkers spread the 500-meter-long slope. Twenty thousand berserkers armed with bows and arrows occupied the top of the heights. The remaining 30,000 were used as reserves, led by Behringer himself.

Time passed little by little, and the sky gradually darkened.

Looking at the sky, you will find that a murderous aura is wandering overhead, and when somewhere in the Sunset Plain, suddenly there is a terrible and eerie scream, and the tense atmosphere even begins to suffocate.

The scouts sent by Behringer were sent out in all directions, and each scout walked alone and carefully in the gloomy night, vigilantly searching.

In addition to the silence around, there was still silence, the night was dark, the wind was high, the moon was high, the night was high, the night was bright, and the ground was dark, as if the cold had blocked the light.

When I heard something unusual, I turned around sharply when I walked at night. This was followed by a scream that resounded throughout the plain and echoed in the icy night sky......

Today's night was terrifyingly quiet, and the long moonlight shone on the strange meadow, emitting a cloudy white smoke, as if there were vague figures, wandering on the sunset plain.

"Light up the brazier and torches! Archers prepare, the enemy - coming! ”

Hearing only the screams of the scouts, Behringer realized that the enemy attack had begun. Even now, he didn't quite understand how these mysterious enemies had managed to get close to the heights without a sound.

When you hear the rustling sound on the plains, don't think it's a groundhog gnawing on the turf, know that it's a call to death.

These creatures that suddenly emerged from under the grass had terrifying appearances, scarlet Yi Nengjing, sharp fangs, and claws that walked on all fours. They were more of a mutated corpse of a dead man than a human being.

The rain had long since stopped, the smoke had cleared, and the glimmer of the stars made the sky not pure black, but a vast deep blue in the black, stretching into the distance.

"Archer, release the arrow!"

Behringer's voice echoed in the blue night, and 20,000 archers quickly set up their bows and arrows in search of their targets.

It doesn't matter if it's a troll or a berserker. In their eyes, these agile but thin monsters, compared to the various savage predatory creatures of the Barbarian Continent, could not challenge the strong visual nerves at all.

As long as it's a creature that can be killed, there's nothing to fear. On the contrary, the slaughter of these evil and ugly things can instead inspire the righteous presence of the imperial soldiers.

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A large number of ghouls emerged from the ground, endlessly, and under the vague canopy of the sky, it was simply impossible to count.

Fortunately, this plain highland is a rock. Otherwise, the consequences are unimaginable. But it's a defensive battle at the moment and there seems to be no pressure on Bellinger.

Underneath the heights, heavy handles. There were enough reserves above the heights, and a large number of archers. Coupled with the geographical advantage, the enemy will die more or less.

The sound of the salvo of arrows breaking through the air forced a large number of ghouls who were close to the high ground to lay their heads on the ground and could not lift them up at all. As Behringer ordered the archers to shoot freely at their targets, the ghouls below the steep slope scurried around in the middle of the battle, almost at a loss.

Although they were more or less dead, they seemed to be forced by some kind of persecution, and still cowered around the high ground and did not dare to retreat.

As Bellinger has said before, it's going to be a rough night. Behringer could feel that these monstrous monsters were just cannon fodder troops, and the real enemy was still behind.

Five thousand troll warriors blend in with the rocks of the highlands through the natural camouflage of their skin.

Behringer took a throwing spear from his back and weighed it as he paced, encouraging the berserkers around him.

"Will is power."

"Will is the sword."

"On the battlefield, the will reigns supreme."

When Behringer finished saying the last word, in a flash, a puppet-like head suddenly appeared in the blue night.

No one could see how Bellinger struck, but the spear was not missing!

The spear that was still in Ringer's hand one second was nailed to the brow of the uninvited guest the next second, and among the other party's two blood-red eyes, another black eye was unceremoniously opened.

"It's clear that we're not fighting humanity." Behringer and the Captain General beside him stepped forward, and with the light of the torches, they saw that what had fallen from mid-air was a pair of smooth fleshy wings covered with slime. At the same time, this uninvited guest has fangs and claws sharper than the ghoul, and there is not a single hair on his soft skin, and his ears are exaggeratedly pointed, making him a ruthless character at first glance.

Next, there was a riot on the hillside of the highlands.

Later, more riots cut off Behringer's view.

To his ears, the sky was filled with piercing screeching and the sound of flapping wings. In the space above the Legion's head, there are many flying monsters.

Seeing that the berserker archers who did not have a quick reaction would officially be taken care of by these 'hunters', a strong voice roared above the high ground. "Troll Warriors, now! ――――”

Every Troll Warrior is the most professional spear thrower. Otherwise, the troll would not hesitate to expend his physical strength, and he would be carrying six throwing spears of different lengths behind him at any time.

Five thousand disguised and lurking troll warriors stood up at the same time, their movements in unison, as if they were one person, and the accuracy of their hands was outrageous. In the blink of an eye, this large area of winged ghosts that had risen to the heights was staggered by this wave of troll spears, and they fell from the top of their heads.

The Troll Warrior's spear throwing, at worst, will also leave a hideous hole in the Winged Ghost's gray skin. Blood was splattering, and on this red background, the corpses of those winged ghosts were soon clearly revealed. (To be continued......)