Every emperor of the Central Empire was worshipped as a god.

(The reason: the fact that each Emperor of the Central Empire had the support of three temples, as well as a lifespan of 600 years, and the fact that the Emperor had become a demigod.) ）

The people of the Central Empire, the worship of the emperor, in Aaron's opinion, was understandable. Because there is only one demigod living in the world.

It's just that the existence of the Legion of the Men in Black, and their allegiance to the Central Empire, cannot be based solely on the simple worship of 'gods'.

This Clark regimental commander, he apparently has something to hide.

It's a pity that the affairs of the Northern Continent are already very chaotic, and Aaron doesn't have much patience.

The purpose of coming to the Wall of Despair this time is only to control the Legion of the Men in Black and the Fortress of the Wall of Despair.

Without any hesitation, the arm that emerged from the dragon scales became very thick and hard, and without warning, the next second, Aaron's arm was like a pincer, pinching Clark's neck.

And, as Aaron's eyes changed, his tone became more and more cold.

"Captain Clark, you know, I'm not here to negotiate. The Northern Continent fell, and it was the Central Empire that betrayed Reinhardt. From this day forward, you and your legions are not allowed to exist in the lands of the North. ”

There was no one else in the room at the moment but Aaron and Clark, and Grand Master Clark was clearly too confident in his own strength, or he was too contemptuous of a young Grand Duke of the North. I didn't expect the other party to suddenly attack.

The power of a wyvern rose in Aaron's arm, and as he increased his strength, Grand Master Clark's face was swollen and red, his gaze was filled with disbelief, and then gradually turned gray, and his eyes began to stagnate.

Click――――

There was a crunch of dislocated bones, causing Captain Clarke's head to tilt back. His eyes were no longer motionless, and his body became stiff like a ghost.

Throwing away the corpse in his hand, the door of the fortress room was immediately opened, and the two black-clothed soldiers who walked in, ignoring it, immediately stepped forward and tore off the badge of the Grand Master. It was a sword and shield cross, and a crow's crest.

Everything went according to plan.

Things went a little more smoothly than Aaron had imagined.

Use Captain Clark's badge to trick the gates between the forts. The means of executing several deputy regimental commanders were almost all assassinations.

And the soldiers and knights of the Legion of the Men in Black. Most were convicts and prisoners from all over the Empire, confined to training and serving for life.

Aaron only needed an order for a full pardon to invert their duty to abandon the Legion of the Men in Black.

Eventually, the banner of the Wall of Despair was replaced.

When the bodies of Regiment Commander Clark and several deputy regimental commanders were hung up and whipped, all the men in black soldiers gathered to look over there, their eyes filled with bloodlust.

The backs of a bunch of people, their necks stretched out, as if many black crows were pinched and lifted upwards by invisible hands. It's like waiting to be fed rotten meat.

…………

"The Legion of the Men in Black is strong, but it has the drawbacks of losing freedom and the basic rights of soldiers. It's an epic legion, and it's also a bandit legion made up of criminals. As long as their desires are stimulated, these men in black can do anything for you. ”

Dressed in a Spartan ∧ coat of arms. With just a few simple words of encouragement, Aaron asked the Men in Black to do his bidding.

A cage was opened, and 100,000 crows were released.

Aaron told himself that he had to take advantage of the soldiers. Go conquer a fortress.

Windward City is worthless, and only by conquering the Fireplace Fort can the tide of the war in the north be completely reversed.

"Diemer's 200,000 rebels. Plus 100,000 legions of men in black, and 50,000 soldiers from the north. Gather an army of 350,000 revenge, it should be time to counterattack. ”

The 350,000-strong army did not have enough pay, not enough food, and not even any supplies.

Everything the soldiers needed could only be plundered through war.

All the villages and towns along the way were wiped out, which was a consequence that Aaron could already imagine and must bear. But there is no other way for him to do it for the time being.

The expeditionary army of the Spartan Empire still has two months to arrive.

During this time, Aaron had to lay the foundation for the Imperial Expeditionary Army and gather enough food and grass. The supplies of the Spartan Empire have never been able to cross the continent to support.

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Windy City. The city, which had sunk in the flames of war, had fallen into decay.

The White Grove Army, over the course of the year, has attacked the city with its armies more than once, and the Westlanders have ordered their armies to plunder and set fire to the city, ravaging the place and the surrounding towns with violence and swords.

Now, in the face of the 350,000 revenge army, the defenders of the White Forest in the western realm did not even have a symbolic resistance, so they abandoned this city where even the clear water turned red.

"It's a dead city, get around it and head for Fort Hearth! It was stockpiled with supplies and rations for the armies of the West, as well as countless coins they had looted. Soldiers, just conquer the fireplace fort and take whatever you want! ”

350,000 vengeful army, among which the fish and dragons are mixed.

In the absence of supplies, what Aaron can do is to arouse the desire of the soldiers. Let them stare at the populous, well-walled fireplace fort and drool.

On the Black Swamp battlefield, those large long-range devices all came in handy.

But at the beginning of the war, Aaron still ordered his soldiers to go forward and die like cannon fodder.

Whether it is the 200,000 White Forest Legion or the 100,000 Black Men Legion, their loyalty is full of variables.

With the lack of supplies and the scarcity of food, even Dimer has no control over this. After all, if you can't even fill your stomach, no one will want to die for you.

So, after listening to Duster's report, Aaron must consume these legions on the battlefield as much as possible, which are becoming more and more difficult to control.

The purpose of this war was to kill the 300,000 legions and the 100,000 enemy troops in Fort Hearth. It not only smashed all the offensives of the White Forest in the West, but also consumed and reduced the uncertain factors, killing two birds with one stone.

"Fort Hearthplace has 100,000 White Forest soldiers stationed there, and we have 300,000. Demomer, I have given you the task of consuming the 200,000 soldiers in your possession, and you will get everything I promised you in advance. ”

Hammer remembered Aaron's words, "Since darkness has come into your life, there is also a moment to leave." As long as you meet a master who gives you change. ”

He was desperate to start over with a new identity.

What are the lives of 200,000 people who can break away from the body of a dwarf? Diemer never cared.

The siege was bloody, with 1,500 Spartans serving as overseers, who could kill any soldier who hesitated or flinched.

It is undeniable that such a war is magnificent, textured, and has that sense of heroic epicness.

The sky is nothing but fire and smoke.

Many people leapt from the walls, quickly let out a fierce scream, splashed blood on the walls, and fell.

The soldiers waiting to climb the ladder under the city walls wiped their foreheads from the cold sweat that had been shed for fear and their hands trembled.

The smoke of gunpowder accompanied the smell of blood, irritating his nostrils. Fear and nervousness made him unable to hold back any longer, and he stood up and cursed his cowardice as he climbed the ladder and drew his spear.

He climbed awkwardly, the ladder dangling, and saw that there were still a few steps to the head of the city.

"Bang!" Just a dozen meters away, enemy troops appeared!

A pot of hot oil made him stunned for a long time, and suddenly climbed up frantically as if he remembered something. It didn't take long for his face to be completely corroded into a thousand holes, falling from a height of more than ten meters, and falling into a meat patty.

At this time, Dimmer's innocuous voice continued, "Don't stop, we can almost conquer the Fireplace Fort." The heavy infantry of 10,000 men continued to go up, and the next reserve was ready. (To be continued......)