On the battlefield, only courage is eternal. (It's been so hot these two days, sweat dripping!) ）

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"Holy shield strike, piercing heart spear!"

The skills of two thousand Spartan heavy helmeted warriors were released at the same time, as if the whole world seemed to tremble, and there was the power of a landslide and a crack.

Blood, corpses. Despair and fear, at this moment, belong to the 400,000 people of the White Forest Legion in the West.

The sweep of the two skills, in an instant, one by one the vivid lives came to naught.

The corpses that fell on the battlefield were revealed as if they had been cut by a thousand knives, and the limbs were shattered and the torso was shattered. At this moment of being devoured by blood, it is no longer possible to distinguish what a weapon is.

The battle lasted about an hour.

The slaughter continues.

The air was filled with the disgusting smell of blood and offal.

The flickering light devoured the lives of the enemy, and at the moment when the Spartan Heavy Helmets suddenly advanced, the White Forest Legionnaires, like a forest, were slashed down by the sharp blades in the hands of the Spartan Heavy Helmets.

Despite this, Aaron's face was not relaxed when he noticed the rhythm of the White Forest army in the West pressing down on the 300,000 army.

Once you are dumplings by a large number of enemies, you will be defeated. Until now, he could only order, "The Fourth Army is divided into two strands, the left and right, blocking the flanks on both sides!" ”

∧ Hui battle flag was ordered, and the Fourth Army of the Revenge Army, which had nearly 100,000 troops, quickly divided into two 50,000-strong attack echelons to block the enemy's two flanks from approaching.

Needless to say, at this moment, the two thousand Spartan warriors must stand alone against the most elite 100,000 White Forest Legions.

"Spear throwing---"

The heavy spear in his hand flew out of his hand, and he strung five or six white forest soldiers with sugar gourds.

The sword flew up and down, and Aaron was completely immersed in the enchanting madness of metal colliding and warriors roaring.

Replace your legs quickly, rush forward, and slash!

It's time to come. He had no preconceived notion of thinking, estimating, or measuring his own and the enemy's strength.

Shake the enemy's battle line and experience the crazy joy and intoxication in the engagement.

When his head was hot, everything rose and fell before his eyes, blood splattered, and the soldiers who had died fell to the ground with a thud.

This feeling is like a drunken man, in the roar of the god of war and death, in the sparkle of the sword and his own passion, killing people when he encounters them, but he cannot hear the sorrow of the person who is killed, and he keeps speeding forward.

"Sparta~~~"

With a roar alone, and less than two thousand. shook the front of 100,000 people of the White Forest Legion.

This was shocking, surprising, and almost incomprehensible to the White Forest Legion.

In the eyes of the soldiers of the Western Frontier, it is incomprehensible how a warrior like the Spartan Heavy Helmet was tempered and born.

When the intelligence officers from White Forest City labeled these warriors as Holy City and Sub-Divine Clan, all this was no longer so incomprehensible in the eyes of the dwarf commander Dimer.

"So, we're fighting the subgods. Our enemy, he is not only a member of the Reinhardt family, he is also the king of the Holy City!? ”

Dimer rubbed his brow and listened to the intelligence of the special personnel.

Although he has this comprehensive and detailed information. I know who I'm fighting against. But these pieces of intelligence that made people frown tightly made Dimer completely unhappy.

"Let the paladins of the Knights of the Air take to the air at once, and ...... Gather 200,000 people and wrap up from the left and right wings! ”

This order was given. Demomer had the last 100,000 men in reserve and stay behind the battlefield.

To open up a magnificent battlefield where 300,000 people are fighting at the same time, Diemer intends to use all his strength.

The Seven Temples dominate this world. And the sub-god clan has the blessing of skills, whether it is explosive power or combat effectiveness, it is undoubtedly very terrifying. The magical sub-gods are constantly emerging, and this is really a tough battle, Dimer thought.

It now seems that it is necessary to suppress it at the beginning of the war. - Even if it comes at a terrible cost!

"Tell General Ramsay that all the bows and crossbows, as well as the ballistas and the trebuchets, aim at the battlefield directly in front of you to gather fire! Just say...... This is my command! At some point, Diemer's face suddenly became gloomy, and his eyes were a little darker than before, like a clear sky suddenly covered with a dark cloud.

When the noble general of the White Grove named Ramsey heard Dimer's order, he couldn't help but shout, "Did I hear it wrong, set fire to attack, that is to bury our front-line soldiers with the enemy!" ”

Despite the grievances of the noble generals, an order is an order, and following the precepts of the Seven-Colored Elk Family, there will be gains and losses!

Buzz――――Crunch――――

There was a tingling 'squeak' sound, and a powerful fiery stone bullet roared out.

When these stone bullets resounded on the front line of the battlefield, the Spartan warriors dodged quickly with their superb combat skills and speed, and the casualties were often the White Forest soldiers.

A 'heavy trebuchet' is as powerful as 'an eight-ton hammer'. These heavy ranged weapons, which can bombard a wyvern, are undoubtedly deadly.

Whirring -- a large number of projectiles and arrows poured down, and ~~~~~ a heavy sound brought people a burst of real sensations of hitting the flesh.

In a large cloud of broken corpses and blood mist, it felt like the entire battlefield was shaking violently.

A long-range strike that lasted five minutes killed at least fifty Spartan warriors. In any case, the Spartans had to find an opportunity to fight back.

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"Enemy combat morale, 200 points. Spartan combat morale, 900 points, 1000 points, 1300 points! ”

With a wave of ranged bombardment, thousands of White Forest soldiers died at the hands of their own ranged legions.

The data reflected in his eyes told Aaron that the morale of the 30,000 spearmen on the White Forest Front had collapsed.

The reason why they still maintain the 200 battle morale is because they are closely followed by the main force of the 50,000-strong White Forest Legion.

The hoplites, who were heavily armored all over their bodies, quietly completed the encirclement of the Spartans when Aaron led 2,000 Spartan warriors to kill.

According to the usual strategic understanding, the army of 2,000 people is equivalent to the death sentence, which is an indefensible fact.

But don't forget. This is a group of Spartans with the label of subgods.

What terrified the White Forest dwarf commander Dimmer had finally happened.

"Spartans, the time has come to decide the outcome of this war! ――――”

Holding the big shield and the sword tightly, Aaron's face turned red in an instant.

From his point of view, seeing many heavily armored soldiers densely surrounded, Aaron very simply half-squatted down and released his skill, "Fall to the sky!" ”

The moment you activate your Void Skill. Kick your feet the battlefield.

The level 4 skill of the Void Sanctuary made his whole body vertical, and his entire majestic posture was like a projectile thrown from a ballista, and then flew high into the air............

Bang, bang,

Immediately after, more and more Spartan Heavy Helmet warriors unleashed their Void Skills and struck a blow from the sky!

The dense white woods of heavily armed soldiers pounced into the air, and each of them raised their heads to look up at the sky, shocked and completely stunned by the sight.

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"What's going on?"

For example, the commander jumped out of the high stands with a clenched grip on the armrest of his chair.

Seeing the cooked crow suddenly ...... It's gone?

Dimmer's face was slightly ugly. In this short period of less than a minute. He thought of a myriad of possibilities, as well as of some kind of unpredictable blow to an unsuspecting ranged legion.

But he never imagined that the enemy, who was thousands of meters away a minute ago, would fall from the top of his head.

This world is full of all kinds of strange powers. The most powerful force of them all. It is the Eight Temples.

There was a nervousness in his subconscious, and when Dimer subconsciously raised his head and saw a black dot coming from the sky, he hurriedly pulled away. I wanted to dodge, but I didn't expect to roll down directly from the high platform.

Bang ――――――

With a loud bang, at the moment when the black dot fell. More than a dozen pro-guards, along with a high platform, were blasted to pieces in the next second.

The high forehead was knocked out of several blood marks, and after a few hums, one of Dimer's arms was instantly dislocated, and the guards not far away were rushing over, and at the same time, a cold voice clearly entered Dimer's ears.

"That's you? The commander of the 400,000 legions of the White Forest, just a half-man tall dwarf!? ”

In the smoke-filled ruins, staring at the tumbling dwarf, who was only half the height of a normal person, Aaron slowly straightened up.

There is no doubt that the White Forest Regiment had an excellent commander. But before seeing it with his own eyes, Aaron would never have imagined that the commander of the 400,000 legions would actually look like this.

"Humble dwarf, you look like just a clown, but in the midst of war, there is never mercy. Not to mention, you're a good opponent. ”

With Aaron's indifferent tone, with the help of the Fallen Sky Strike, the 1,800 Spartan warriors who crossed the battlefield all fell into the formation of the long-range legion.

The large remote apparatus was shattered for a while. Unarmed ranged infantry, not only were they not equipped with melee weapons, but some of them were even dressed in thin cloth clothing. The tiger entered the flock, and the heavy main force of the White Forest Legion was left far away on the battlefield.

The 20,000 ranged legions that had hoarded equipment in the White Grove were slaughtered most mercilessly.

Faced with unarmed long-range infantry, the Spartans went out of control to satisfy their desire to kill.

Now it seems that the most wonderful feeling in the world is the thrill of being able to erase everything with your own hands. It was noon, and from a distance, it was impossible to tell whether it was the red sun or the blood that stained the earth.

Set against the backdrop of the killing frenzy, in Dimmer's terrified perspective, the Grand Duke of the North, wearing a horsehair helmet and unable to see his goal, walked towards him step by step with a blood-dripping sword in his hand. (To be continued......)