Chapter 133: Prologue to the Battle of the Red Dragon Plain

Seeing his men gradually overwhelmed by the swarm through the city gates, Marshal Brich was about to crack, and his arms were bruised, but he did not make a move. He didn't want to repeat what happened to Kane a second time, the high-end combat power of the Zerg was too terrifying. He is one of the few level 9 powerhouses in Rockland, and he can't bury his life because of impulse.

"Report, Lord Marshal, the Mecha Demon Legion and the Blue Hand Legion have arrived at Joyama Castle and are expected to arrive in Ula City in two days." A herald reported.

"It's as fast as a turtle crawling, and when they get here, it's over!" Brishi shouted angrily.

Brishi only felt that the whole sky was gray at the moment, although he had fought countless battles in his life, but he had never been so completely defeated, and with the character of the Zerg who did not leave prisoners, he could already predict what kind of treatment the warriors of those kingdoms would receive. If 700,000 troops are lost in this battle, then even if the northern humans win this victory, Lockland will be crippled in a hundred years. At this moment, he finally understood the mood of the marshals of the Hanhai Kingdom......

August 6 of the continental calendar, Red Dragon Plain.

Despite the vastness of the Red Dragon Plain, Rigade and Morgana, who had assembled more than 3 million troops at this time, still clashed from time to time. Morgana was waiting, she was waiting for her follow-up army to hatch, and so was Grand Marshal Rigard Bihir, who was waiting for the army in the east of the kingdom. However, although both sides are very restrained, there are still many places where clashes of thousands or even tens of thousands of people break out, and tens of thousands of casualties occur on both sides every day.

However, Morgana is keenly aware that such small-scale battles with the Zerg tend to have a certain advantage, even if they lose some Zerg units, as long as the energy gained by retrieving some human corpses is enough to make up for the loss. So under Morgana's deliberate manipulation, the scale of the battle became larger and larger, and even today there was a general battle of more than 800,000 people.

Brutus is a town that is about to develop into a city, and with a population of nearly 60,000, it is not much smaller than the average small city. More than 100 years ago, the town was part of St. Ulan, and there used to be a group of St. Ulan people. But on the road to Rigard's rise, there are destined to be some sacrifices.

One hundred and thirty years ago, a massacre shook the North, and nearly five million unarmed St. Ulans were driven here, including Montenegrins, Isharshire and the native Begetshire of the area. However, their unifying characteristic is that they are all St. Ulan's.

During that time, the number of slaves increased dramatically due to the perennial wars waged by Rigard, and it happened that year that there was a great drought that swept through the north, and a large area of grain was not harvested in various countries, and Rigard was the hardest hit area. Despite the hard work of the magicians who used spells, it was still a drop in the bucket for Rigard's vast territory.

Eventually, the king of Rigard gave a frantic order, and he transported all five million St. Ulan slaves to the Red Dragon Plain to be slaughtered to relieve the pressure on food, near the town called Brutus. It is said that the reason why the flowers and trees here grow so luxuriantly is because the bones of millions of people are buried under the ground......

The vicissitudes of the sea and the times have changed, and the originally barren plain has now converged into a small town, and today, more bones are destined to be buried here.

"Knock knock!" The earth-shattering war drums resounded throughout the plain, and groups of Kingdom elites in heavy armor marched to the front line with heavy steps.

The red magic signal flying in the sky ahead made the warriors quicken their pace.

An exaggerated man who was nearly three meters tall and had all kinds of beasts tattooed all over his body roared: "Greed! ”

"Goured! Grued! Grued! The burly infantrymen in full-body armor roared angrily, and then quickened their march, the nearly 200 pounds of heavy infantry armor on them as if they had no weight. They are the Grymad Warriors of Rigard, who are on par with the Griffin Knights. They are burly and powerful, and they are completely pediatric in front of them.

The Gruered Berserkers don't practice fighting spirit, but they are powerful, and they have an instinct that terrifies the northern nations – madness. The Berserker of the Berserker of Grued, who is not afraid of death, ignores pain, and once he is berserk, he will fight the enemy without stopping. The strength of its patriarch after becoming crazy is even closer to that of the sword god, and it is almost a symbol of invincibility in the whole of Rigad.

Bill Seattle, the Grand Duke of Greid, who commanded the Gred Berserker, is a hybrid of a berserker and a human, he inherited the strength and ferocity of the berserker, and even inherited the fighting spirit of a human, and is a freak among humans. He has the strength of a sword hero

It is said that after becoming mad, he can compete with the peak Sword Master. Even his uncle, the one-armed sword saint Thiago Seattle, was envious of his talent.

When the Greed Berserker Legion came to Brutus, they were shocked by the scene in front of them, with a thick layer of corpses on the ground, stretching for dozens of kilometers. A knight of Rigard, surrounded by an endless swarm of insects, holds a strange banner with black borders on a red background, painted with a shield pierced and twisted by a spear, the legion banner of the kingdom's elite Pitian halberd legion.

The knight stood on top of a pile of corpses nearly thirty meters high, these corpses were not human, most of them were the corpses of Zerg puppies and even assassins and soldier ants. A puppy struggled to climb up the pile of corpses but accidentally caused the pile to collapse in half, revealing the corpse of an incomparably large beast, which led the Quareds to discover that the flag bearer of the Pitian Halberd Legion was actually standing on the body of a mammoth......

The knight with the banner in his hand looked back at the Quared Legion, which stretched for several kilometers, and fell as if relieved...... The people of Gred should be able to avenge us, he muttered before he died.

Seeing the knight fall, the three-meter-tall man roared angrily: "Grede! ”

With his roar, the war drums of the army "Knock knock!" The loud sound seemed to knock into everyone's heart, which was a signal for attack.

"Goured! Grued! The berserkers didn't talk nonsense at all, and directly entered the state of madness, and one by one, the Gred berserkers wearing 200 pounds of heavy armor rushed towards the swarm like humanoid tanks.

"Hiss~roar!" Not far behind, the swarms flocked to them like a tidal wave. Morgana's clone with a flying dragon in the air stared motionlessly at the collision of the two forces, and she wanted to know how strong this berserker legion that made the entire north tremble, 200,000 Gurred berserker legions vs 400,000 swarms.