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Blood is the dust of war, and it is not the philosophers who write the history of the empire, but the bloody swords in the hands of the warriors.

-- This is an undeniable fact.

Spartan fanaticism comes from the heroic Spartans. And under their inspiration, passed on to every soldier in the north.

The accumulated organs felt the madness of the battlefield, and the blood and tears dripping were flesh and blood with an iron will.

As the most elite existence, the Spartan warrior has the skill of falling into the sky, and can support any point on the battlefield. It's going to be a powerful and shocking Holy City skill.

Transform into a flying dragon and take off with two thousand giant eagles to shock the five thousand air knights in the White Forest and boost their morale.

After all, before the victory or defeat of the army is decided, the combat power in the air can affect the tilt of the battlefield scale.

Circling in circles, finally climbing into the air, about to break through the clouds, with his powerful eyesight, Aaron was still able to see everything on the battlefield below.

Finally, the White Forest Legion of the Western Realm, in the eyes of the flying dragon, began to move.

"Go to war―――――― attack the last lonely city in the north, and crush the last struggle of the people in the north! Kill the enemy, Soldiers of the White Forest, and we can go home with glory. In the White Forest...... There are your wives and lovers waiting to be reunited. ”

With the sound of the noisy horn, the White Forest Legion lined up a phalanx, and basically every phalanx team had a White Forest noble general.

They shouted, military orders came and went, and the shouts of soldiers shook the sky.

Soon, a command of arrows flew into the sky, and 10,000 spearmen stood out from the White Forest Legion. Like a surging herd of beasts, dodging the rain of arrows from archers, trying to intersperse the entire Black Swamp.

War brings carnage and death, a vicious battle in the early morning.

It all started when the Black Swamp began to devour the body of the first living.

"Ready!"

With the cheers, thousands of crossbow shooters, silently pulling the strings and releasing arrows, with a soaring murderous aura, like the infantry behind them, they had already made up their minds to live and die together.

"Most of these spearmen were cannon fodder regiments made up of slaves. The White Forest Legion didn't care if they lived or died, so it was just a tentative attack. We're going to save arrows and stop firing arrows! ”

With Aaron's call, five hundred northern air cavalry decisively rode a unicorn with flying wings and stepped on the ground.

The solid armor and 5-meter-long arbitration lance allowed them to sprint back and forth in mid-air without having to land. The Arbitration of the Paladin, a chic name. A mixture of spear and sword. The top is a simple cross blade. There was an iron guard 5-10 cm long underneath to prevent the tip of the gun from breaking off or being cut off.

Unicorn, snow-white throughout. It looks like a horse with white horns and white wings.

With a brisk and powerful start on flat ground, the horse's hooves splashed a little bit of sparks on the cobblestone road. The moment you step into the sky, it's like a gust of wind.

When the Paladin arbitrated the first Soldier of the West, the puddles in the Black Swamp Wetlands were immediately soaked reddish-brown. Blood cannot clot. At the same time, the moment the unicorn hissed, the haze over the swamp could not be dispersed.

A seemingly unremarkable swampy wetland. In the eyes of the people of the North, they are often seen as monsters that can suck people into a bottomless pit. So, compared to the threat from the air, the real danger comes from the feet of ten thousand spearmen.

All the five hundred air cavalry had to do was to harass and attack the pikemen, so that they could be thrown into disarray, and if they were not careful, they would be swallowed up by the swamp.

As the 10,000 spearmen were constantly thrown away by the empty horsemen, or suddenly screamed and fell into the wet mud, the 10,000 spearmen slowly felt lost and confused from the initial fanaticism, and at the same time suffered both physical and mental torture.

Because to break through this black swamp full of traps, it is simply an impossible task.

They will die here!

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In less than an hour, the Black Swamp devoured 10,000 living lives.

Compared to the exhilarating shouts on the other side of the swamp, the silence on the side of the White Forest Legion at this time was extremely hideous. Yes, everything is gone, all the flags, all the spears, all the flesh that entered the Black Swamp.

Although the noble generals asked the air cavalry to come to support more than once, none of them were rejected, and all of them were rejected by the commander of the White Forest Legion.

In his innocuous words, "Oh, let's get here today." Poor 10,000 soldiers, not so long ago, they were farmers. …… I didn't expect that under the drive of the empty horse, I was buried like a flock of sheep in the 'bear's mouth', which was really an exciting show. But their deaths tell us that this black swamp is even more terrible than we imagined. Therefore, it cannot be said that the death of these farmers is worthless. You tell me? My deputy commander? Oh, and my generals! ”

On the other side of the Black Swamp, under the banner of the seven-colored elk, waving in the wind.

The new commander of the 400,000 White Forest Legion turned out to be a dwarf, less than half the height of a normal person.

Staring at the disappearance of the wyvern, and the hovering of the giant eagle. His eyes were full of worry, "It seems that my old duchess father is a little smarter than me, that is, he has assembled a 5,000-strong air cavalry army, otherwise our 400,000 army will definitely be ravaged by those mythical creatures 、、、 story." ”

Rolling up his sleeves, he saw that the dwarf had two hairy arms and a sparse beard on his chin.

Closer to the angle, how should we describe this face, "disordered, rugged, mediocre, vulgar, melancholy, depressed, or is it an ordinary public face?" ”

Believe me, under the backdrop of that short and stocky figure, probably all people will not look at it seriously, and they will label him ugly.

"Can you imagine? It was this dwarf in front of him, who actually regarded the lives of 10,000 soldiers as a play. It's this dwarf in front of him, he turned out to be the youngest son of the dignified Grand Duke of the West, oh, God is really blind. Despicable dwarf, disgusting, cruel, lustful, greedy...... But there's no denying that he has a well-known smart head. ”

Not only in the many speechless White Forest Generals, but even the deputy commander of the 400,000 White Forest Legion, Corden, thought so in his heart.

"Demomer, uric acid makes 10,000 soldiers die meaninglessly like this, and you drink indifferently and declare the end of the day indifferently!?"

This dwarf is called Yoland. Dimer. Everies. But Calden unceremoniously calls him by his real name, Dimmer, instead of calling him Lord Holland like everyone else, because of Calden's surname, which is also Everiese.

As the younger brother of the Grand Duke of the West, and the uncle of this dwarf prince. Coden has a duty of supervision!

"The people of the North are in a desperate situation, we all know that, but my uncle, I will tell you, this black swamp swallows four hundred thousand people and is not crowded at all. If you want to avenge your 10,000 soldiers, then let your 50,000 guards go into battle. I'm the commander, but I won't stop you. ”

The dwarf gulps down the last sip of the liquor in the wine bag and throws it away. Reaching out indifferently, he turned and walked away.

Corden knew what his nephew was going to do next, because he was the only woman in the entire barracks who had brought a tent with him.

It's hard to imagine that Corden didn't get angry and allowed the gnomes to do whatever they wanted. The answer to this question is obvious, although this dwarf is disgusting and ugly, he is his nephew after all, the little prince of the Duke of the Western Empire.

What's more, although this dwarf is greedy for pleasure, he will never forget his business. This has been confirmed countless times by Corden.

"Don't worry, my uncle, I've sent 30,000 mercenaries to capture the captives. When the sun rises tomorrow, we'll use the big creatures of the North to play the vanguard, and fill the invisible black holes in the swamp. ”

The dwarf's back quickly descended into his pink tent, but the sound reached Corden's ears.

In the gnome's understatement, it didn't look like there was terrible gore at all. In Calden's mind, perhaps, this is the inheritance of the Duke of Everes's family lineage. (To be continued......)