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The boundless plains are flat and vast.

Like a huge dark green jade disc, vast and immense, the spirit is breathtaking.

A continuous plain, stretching out under the sky, without hills, should have been as calm as the sea on a calm day.

However, in the past month, it has been filled with madness, blood, and hatred. Produce more blood, corpses.

A month ago, a dense mass of howling soldiers poured out of the Black Forest at the end of the plain.

With nearly a million mercenary soldiers, fighting, stalemate, seesawing, and melee.

The size of the Howling Legion that rushed to support was only a few hundred thousand.

The Imperial Expeditionary Force's mercenary legions, on the other hand, have millions of troops, and the number of soldiers killed in battle every day is in the thousands, while the casualties of the enemy Howling Legionnaires are few.

The war has continued to escalate to this day. The Legion of the Wailing uses a new type of weapon.

"Under the crown of the god of war, the Howling Legion uses this weapon, which we can't resist."

Taken from Kratos's hands, this new type of war equipment that looks familiar and unfamiliar, more than a meter long and used by the Weeping Legion.

In Aaron's mind, the crossbow was supposed to be an effective weapon for infantry to restrain cavalry and heavy infantry charges.

In battle, the disadvantage of the crossbow is that the reload time is much longer than the bow, but it has a longer range than the bow, is more lethal, has a higher hit rate, and has lower requirements for the user.

A crossbow has a range of up to 600 meters.

But this modified crossbow. It has a longer crossbow arm, no bowstring, and uses a power called a 'magic crystal' to fire iron projectiles. Not only is the range powerful, but the launch speed is fast.

A magic crystal can support about a hundred launches, and in this process, the soldier holding this magic crystal crossbow only needs to constantly reload the iron bullet.

"What do you think?"

Aaron handed the 'magic crossbow' into a pair of rough hands.

Vannon, as the first master of the Spartan Empire.

A simple vest that gets his entire back. It looked dark and shiny, sparkling, as if it had been coated with a layer of oil.

Vanon's trouser legs rolled up to his knees, and his hairy calves were covered with countless tendons, large and small, connected by high bulging veins. And I still don't like to wear shoes, just look at the cracked toes, you can imagine that the old skin on the Wanong foot board is more than a finger thick, and it has become a pair of natural shoes......

Holding the weapon that had been collected from the enemy. Vanon's big eyes were sunken deeply, and a pair of rough hands stroked the crossbow back and forth, the expression was like that of an artist looking at a priceless work of art.

The back of his hand was crawling with earthworm-like veins. Stroking the lines on the crossbow back and forth. The movements are slow and gentle.

Finally, as Aaron waited patiently, Vanon looked up, his weather-beaten face full of wrinkles. The forehead lines and the eye patch were covered with a layer of hoarfrost, and the horn lines were as heavy as furrows.

"We can make such weapons. It's just that the Magic Crystal is a mineral, and we don't know anything about it. ”

Vanon voiced his concerns. But in Aaron's opinion. Magic Crystal is no longer the job of a caster. And in the chest of the god of war, he already knows roughly how to obtain magic crystals.

The Howling Legion's Magic Crossbow is a lethal weapon that is commonly used because it doesn't require much training to operate, and even a low-ranking Howling Soldier can quickly become a master of combat, and the hit rate is so high that it is enough to kill an armored knight who has spent a lifetime training in combat.

The death of Grand Master Vic of Black Hawk is a good warning.

As a skilled legional commander, he was twice shot by the Howling Soldier's crossbow and died of his wounds in the second time.

The death of such a great man at the hands of an ordinary or lowly howling soldier was simply appalling for the imperial army.

The gnome foundries who have just arrived in the Northern Kingdoms and crossed the wall of despair are probably numbering more than 50,000.

In the Wall of Despair, there is enough iron ore to store, and there are enough tools for minting. It will take about a month to start replicating and mass-producing the legions.

And within a month of liberation, the mercenary legion that had already lost hundreds of thousands of troops on the plain could only continue to suffer.

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The entire plain battlefield is currently in charge of the Phantom Grand Master Jenny. Under her men, so far, there are still more than a dozen regimental commanders who have survived.

The death of Grand Master Vic of Black Hawk was a big blow to Jenny. But no matter how sad she was, without the order of the god of war to retreat, she could only wander on the scorched earth of this plain, in the company of war and death.

A short trench thorn was not Jenny's favorite weapon, and there were a dozen centimeters of blunt thorns under the handle, but it was a sharp weapon used to crush the skull or temple.

Jenny is a melee warrior who wanders the trenches of the weeping soldiers, taking away evil spirits one after another, and is her best and most adventurous. The 600,000 mercenaries and the Howling Legion are fighting together on all fronts, leaving little room for her to command.

In the past month, the Empire's mercenary legions have lost less than 400,000 casualties. And the casualties of the Howling Legion were only 10,000, or 20,000......

The main culprit for this situation is a long strange weapon.

Smack~~ An iron bullet dragged a bright red trajectory, hitting his side, splashing dust, leaving a pungent smell of burning. Perhaps there was a corpse buried in the earth, which happened to be hit. But who cares.

The sky is nothing but fire and smoke, and beyond the trenches there is fear and death.

A Phantom Mercenary Regiment warrior with a two-handed sword on his back clutched his crossbow tightly as if he were holding a life-saving straw. But he knew in his heart that there were not many arrows on his body. But then again, even with enough arrows on your side, what can you do against the Howling Legion using magic weapons?

The roar of the magic crystal cannon continued, and many of his companions, who could not bear it any longer, jumped out from beside him, with the sound of fierce magic crystal guns and a series of screams. A large number of mercenary warriors spilled cheap blood on the battlefield.

At a distance of less than two thousand meters, any charge launched was ineffective. No matter how many people are sent, they will turn into hornet-like corpses in a short period of time.

The Phantom Mercenary Warrior raised his hand and wiped his forehead from the cold sweat that was dripping for fear, and his hands kept shaking.

He wanted to open the kettle and drink some water to stabilize himself, but he couldn't touch the kettle with the other hand that opened the lid, and in the face of the unknown war, extreme fear seized a heroic warrior, as if to squeeze all the vitality out of his body!

Just as he sat down on the ground in despair, clinging to the dirt of the trenches, another charge around him was about to begin.

"Warriors of the Imperial Mercenary Legion. Middle-earth was once our home. We are obliged to take back our land, the eyes of the god of war are watching us, and those who are not afraid of death will rush with me! Grand Master Phantom can rush over, and so can we! ”

The smoke of gunpowder accompanied by the smell of blood irritated the nostrils of the mercenary warriors.

Listening to the enthusiastic and encouraging roar of his companion, he couldn't hold back any longer, and stood up on the ground, pressing the arrow on the crossbow in his hand. While cursing his own cowardice.

He clumsily crawled out of the trench, staggered to his feet, raised his crossbow, and staggered a few steps. Blindly facing a misty battlefield. A total of six arrows were fired.

"Smack! ~~~”

However, not long after, an iron projectile powered by magic shot at him, piercing his forehead. He collapsed on the blood-soaked ground, his fingers clenched into fists as if they were trying to grasp the lost life...... The arm gradually drooped. The fingers gradually relaxed.

More than 300 elite soldiers of the Phantom Mercenary Regiment died on the battlefield.

"The order of the god of war, no charge! Only stay in the trenches and defend. We can't rush through. But the Howling Legion, which had less than 100,000 men, did not dare to advance forward. Remember, in the current situation, only saving their lives and finding opportunities to fight in close combat is their nemesis! ”

Night shrouded the plain, and a full moon flashed out of the fish-scale clouds, and the plain was filled with a hazy moonlight, like a faint silver mist rising up.

By moonlight, Aaron used the Wyvern Transformation to raid the Howling Legion's line from the sky.

Thousands of Templars, weaving through the trenches, slaughtered more than 10,000 howling soldiers armed with 'magic crossbows'. At the same time, the cost of a thousand Templars killed was enormous.

The Legion of the Wailing had a large number of low-ranking soldiers, while Aaron, the god of war, only had 10,000 Templars, and the Spartan reserves that could be replenished were only 10,000.

The mode of war has escalated, and only by solving the problem at the root and maintaining equal combat effectiveness with the enemy is king.

Transformed into a wyvern, Aaron flew towards the western kingdom of the Western Continent......

The battlefield on the eastern plains continued to stalemate. Meanwhile.

On the second battlefield around the west of the Black Forest.

Closer, closer, Yulan finally came to the side of the 76-year-old general Marge, and shouted with some eagerness: "General Marge, we have failed, we must retreat!" ”

There were only three hundred elven archers left around him, their eyes blazing, nervously paying attention to the movements around them.

The loss of confidence made Marg a little hunchbacked, "200,000 legions, one month, the whole army was wiped out." I haven't seen such a war for ten years. Maybe...... The Legion of Wailing has stolen from the gods what should have belonged to the gods. ”

Grabbing the hand that Yulan handed over, Marg took a step further, took a half step back, and staggered forward.

"General Marg, don't lose faith. Although we lost, the war in the east advanced another 50 miles, and we regained a fortress. After a month of bloody battle on the plains of the Howling Legion, we encountered a problem, and I believe that the god of war has a plan. ”

"Now, we need to abandon the western battlefield and move to the eastern plane!" Even when she retreated, Yulan's steps seemed to be very even, she supported the old general with one arm, and the other arm swayed forward and backward, and her feet gradually moved faster and faster.

It's just that General Marg, who has already experienced two defeats before and after, has a cloudy eye and sparse steps, obviously losing the confidence to continue fighting.

Not just the 200,000 mercenaries killed in a month, Marg had really witnessed too much bloodshed in the past ten years, but no matter how difficult it was, the old general still held the defense line of the Northern Kingdom. Only this time the Howling Legion's new weapons are powerful. The frustration was more difficult for him to understand and accept than before, which led to the loss of confidence.

Sweat had already wet the hair into strands, and beads of sweat flowed from the forehead to the mouth, which was bitter and astringent. Yulan didn't continue to comfort General Marg, and suddenly, a strange smile crept up the corner of her mouth-

"Are you ready to die? General Marg! ”

In Marge's eyes, the corners of Yulan's mouth smiled, looking bitter and astringent.

When she heard the sound of crunching, crunching, and the 'magic crossbow' being loaded, Marge quickly clasped her hands. Then overwhelm Yulan and pounce forward.

Immediately followed, bang bang...... The sound of the 'magic crossbow' reverberating through the slightly concave woods.

About a hundred howling soldiers. With a tough, shiny weapon, he struck at the elven shooters who had fallen into the trap.

A howling alchemist named Mauser designed this rotating crossbow with a single-shot weapon with rear-loading iron bullets called the Mauser Rifle Crossbow.

In the horizon, the last standing elven archer collapsed in a pool of blood, and the battle was won, and the deafening cheers of this group of howling soldiers immediately rang out in the devastated woods.

"In front of the Mauser's crossbow. Only I, the Howling Legion, are the masters of the world! Tremble, wood elves. ”

As soon as the words fell, the weeping captain of the hundred-man team. Raise the Mauser crossbow in your hand and shoot at an elf who has fallen to the ground and is injured!

"Bang! ~~~”

No sooner had the elf grabbed the dagger than a shrapnel pierced his skull.

And with Marge, who fell to the ground, and Yulan. As soon as they wanted to get up and fight, no less than ten Mauser crossbows were immediately aimed at their heads.

Behind the hollowed-out crossbow tray shimmered with a reddish glow of magic crystals, crunching and crunching. In just two seconds, the 100 Howling Soldiers were all loaded. The shiny long crossbow mouth can spew out a death embrace. All resistance, in front of the Mauser's crossbow, was just a joke.

"Look at that, what did we catch!? The noble queen of the wood elves, and the old guy in the armor of the general. Well, it's strange, dying to the brink of death,...... What are you laughing at? ”

When the Captain Wailing turned his head suspiciously, a muscular hand suddenly grabbed his throat tightly. And in the eyes of the weeping captain, his hundred soldiers had all fallen silently.

"It's strange that the skeleton looks like it's not a real skeleton. There was still flesh underneath a layer of bony skin. It's just that humans grow bones inside, and you grow outside. ”

A pair of silver-white pupils stared at the skull's eye sockets, and as the strength of the palm increased, the green flames beating in the opponent's eye sockets became weaker and weaker, until they suddenly went out.

Like discarding a wild duck with a broken neck and discarding the body of the weeping captain far away, Aaron clapped his hands and stared at the two figures in front of him, "Just passing by, this coincidence is not too early, not too late." …… Long time no see, my great sage, ---- Yulan. ”

The smile of the god of war, like the dawn of the sun, shone on the faces of Yulan and Marge, so that the two of them were so moved that they could not hide the excitement in their hearts.

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Ten days later, what was once the Western Continent, today's Western Kingdom.

Cashien, Grand Duke of the West, has long been crowned king.

The core of White Forest Castle is a majestic castle made of huge stones. Known as the strongest and most fortified castle in the world, today, it has welcomed an uninvited guest.

King Kasion looked much older than he had been ten years earlier. Sitting in a chair and coughing constantly. Beside him stood the king's favorite princess, Ciceli.

Title: Patriarch, Guardian of the West, King of the West.

Crest: Seven-colored elk.

Family motto: There are gains and losses.

This was the first time Aaron had seen this 'former' enemy face on face.

In the pupils of the god of war, Kashien was not tall, with gray hair, and his weather-beaten face was engraved with wrinkles left by the years.

A weather-beaten face, two deep-set eyes, staring at Aaron, deep and bright.

"You're not afraid, I'll kill you? You know, even the god of war may not be able to resist the Mauser crossbow! King Cassion stared at the uninvited guests in the main hall, hundreds of guards all armed with black Mauser crossbows.

However, in Aaron's eyes, such a threat is really a bit ridiculous. Although powerful, the Mauser crossbow is claimed to be able to easily pierce the armor of a heavily armed knight. Even the god of war may not be able to resist, but the premise is that you have to hit it first.

Stretch out the void barrier. Aaron's figure disappeared in place, leaving all the guards in the hall confused. By the time Aaron had put away the Void Enchantment, his figure had reappeared, already seated in another chair on top of the throne.

"Even if you had ten heads, you wouldn't have them just now. …… If I want to take it off! Aaron's eyes were always on the outside of the hall, and he didn't look at anyone in the slightest.

On the other hand, King Cassion's tense and straight body leaned back in the back chair, and lazily squinted his eyes, raising his hand to signal Cicely beside him not to act rashly.

"Good. It seems that God is God after all...... And mortals, after all, are mortals. His Majesty the God of War can travel across the battlefield overnight, reach a kingdom, and even take a walk in my palace and, if pleased, take the head of an old king. …… And I can't even slow down the process of aging myself. ”

King Kasian continued to cough, his white handkerchief bloodshot. Aaron judged from Princess Cicely's expression that although she was nervous, she was not surprised.

It seems that the old king, who was once an enemy, will not live long. (To be continued......)