Vagland Magic Calendar, March 11, Nexus Plains.

For the first time, tens of thousands of Hell Monsters appeared outside the Arcane Ring in the form of an army, forming a dozen neat phalanxes, showing discipline comparable to that of human armies, allowing the Wagram to see a well-trained and disciplined army.

When strange, disgusting, and unusually strong creatures piled up in front of them, when monsters wore ugly but quite practical equipment, when siege machines full of alien characteristics were lined up, an inexplicable panic arose from the heart.

They are the armies of hell! They are powerful! They are fearless! They are weapons born for war! The more they understand, the more they are afraid! But the warriors and apprentices in the city did not lose the courage to fight, because they knew that fear and retreat could not win the mercy of the other party, and the war between the two planes was the war between the two races, and there was no compromise, only life and death!

On the tallest mage tower, a dazzling light still diligently sowed pale golden brilliance, forming a semicircular canopy downward, enveloping large swaths of the building, isolating the turbulent torrent of the void, and the arcane ring was protected by the light curtain, like a rare treasure, exuding a delicate artistic light.

It is great, it has created countless magical miracles that have not been surpassed to this day, it is proud, it represents the most outstanding application of magic in Vaglan, and it is also vulnerable, because it is located in the densest and craziest place of the Void Storm, and it needs a lot of energy every day to resist the extremely harsh environment, and any destruction can bring great losses.

In front of the curved floor-to-ceiling glass window, Ferrinand calmly looked down on the army in the distance, and beside him stood a man in dark red armor, burly, naturally exuding a strong man's aura, he was His Majesty Charles, the emperor of the thousand-year-old empire.

Ferrinand fixed his eyes on the figures standing in front of the phalanx of small monsters, and said, "After fighting for so long, the main ghost has finally appeared......! 32, that's a lot!"

Charles the Great muttered, "I have heard that these devils are the most ordinary beings in hell. ”

"Why does Your Majesty care about these rumors, and what does it have to do with us in hell?

Charles glanced at him and said, "If they're just a bunch of minions, and after killing them, there will be stronger big guys behind, and at that time, will we be able to hold the situation around?"

Fellinand chuckled and said, "We can't hold it! We have to fight it to the end!"

Charles shook his head, "If the Ninth and Eleventh Corps fall here, I am not prepared to make any more bets, the power of the Millennium Empire must be the first priority to maintain the territory of the Empire." ”

Fellinand's face twitched, and he said: "Your Majesty, we can hide today, but we can't hide tomorrow, if we don't strike while the iron is hot, and when the devil comes to his senses, we will lose the best chance to drive them out completely." ”

"Don't forget, the church hasn't been dispatched yet! I'll fight my last soldier here, and the thousand-year-old empire will fall into the territory of the church!"

Ferrinand said solemnly: "Now is not the time for a battle of wills, in the face of the devil, we are all Waglan!"

Charles smiled and said, "That's a good point, then I'll send you as an ambassador of the alliance to coordinate the relationship between the three of us!"

Everyone knows that the most basic contradiction of the last magical holy war was the contradiction between magic and the church, and the aristocratic forces were the objects of both sides, fortunately most of the nobles were on the side of magic last time.

So, when Charles the Great threw out this request, Felinand immediately shut up.

Fellinand sighed and said, "It's a pity, the sages of the academy where the school was founded didn't consider the fact that the Arcane Ring was surrounded by people, and if they could make a few strategic-level giant magicians, the problem would be much easier. ”

Charles glanced at him and said indifferently: "Don't look at the devil too stupidly, all highly intelligent creatures have super high crisis sensitivity, if this city has a magic guide that threatens their lives, maybe they will not appear under the city." ”

Fellinand chuckled, "Really? ”

Charles the Great did not respond, but the Prince of Weining behind him was furious.

Wei Ning said solemnly: "Mr. Ferrinand, please respect my father a little!"

Fellinand smiled, glanced at him, and said, "Weining, it seems that you are still an apprentice of the Arcane Ring, and I am your council leader!

Wei Ning was neither humble nor arrogant: "First of all, I am a son, and then a student!"

Charles the Great said calmly: "Weining, I'm fine, Mr. Ferrinand just played a joke on me." ”

Wei Ning shrugged his shoulders and said: "Father, you don't have to care about the attitude of Mr. Parliament Chief, we are allies, not friends, we have common enemies and common interests, and allies will never turn their faces because of one or two unpleasant words."

Now that we have the initiative, if Mr. Speaker is disrespectful to you, we are entirely free to ask him, and I think he will accept our opinion with humility. ”

Fellinand smiled dumbly and praised: "Your Majesty, this son of yours is extraordinary!"

Charles the Great also laughed, looking at Wei Ning beside him, his eyes were quite complicated, but there was a trace of imperceptible vigilance hidden in his complicated expression.

While the two bigwigs were chatting, the war outside the city had already begun.

A three-meter-tall behemoth jumped out of the devil's army, with red skin, tamped muscles, an inverted triangular body, and an incomparably rough but speechlessly thick steel armor, dragging a heavy two-handed warhammer in his hand, which plowed a deep mud groove in the ground, from which you could marvel at its terrible weight.

It strode to the center of the two armies, its arms outstretched, and let out a deafening roar, and the Waglan lingua franca came out of his mouth: "I heard that the men in your place don't have eggs, I don't know if it's true?

There was a commotion in Waglan's camp, everyone was so angry that they smoked, but no one immediately stood up, the first battle is about morale, it is very important, this person must be sure, but who to send?

The Vagram Alliance had considered the army to fight and be under the unified command of the Imperial military, but they had not considered this kind of situation where the military would take the lead, or let the people of the Arcane Ring perform it? The two sides did not have a pre-battle plan, and for a while, the senior soldiers could not make a decision, and the disadvantages of the alliance were immediately manifested.

The Great Devil roared again: "Wagelan cowards, who would dare to fight me to the death?!"

No one in the Wageland camp reacted, and the middle and low-level soldiers showed ashamed and angry looks, and they were scolded to the head, and no one dared to fight, are the senior officers deaf?

Standing in the crowd, Leon lifted his shield and was about to step forward, but before he could take half a step, he was held by a strong hand.

Charlie shook his head at him and said, "Don't go on! This is not a battle that we can participate in, this devil is at least level 18, I know you are good at resisting heavy attacks, but you are 6 levels behind him, you can't catch it! Trust me! The reason why the high-level did not participate in the battle was not because they were afraid, but because they were not sure which side would fight!"

Ryan put his hand on his shoulder and said, "Leon, don't go!" Charlie's judgment is very accurate, this is not our battle, whether it is the military or the arcane ring, there are still many strong people who have not made a move!

At this moment, a burly soldier in a high-ranking non-commissioned officer uniform walked out of the crowd, holding a huge cleaver in both hands, the blade was faintly glowing with blue light, it was a high-quality magic weapon, his height was more than two meters, and he was considered a standout character in the Wagram military formation, but when he stood in front of his opponent, he was a lot shorter, less than the opponent's chest.

The non-commissioned officer carried the chopping knife and said loudly: "When I cut you down, Lao Tzu took out his cock and urinated on you, and you will know whether Lao Tzu has eggs or not!"

The Great Devil laughed and hooked his hand at him.

The non-commissioned officer's face sank, he roared wildly, stepped suddenly, the head-chopping knife dragged behind him, and his voice became more and more high-pitched with the soaring speed, and the momentum skyrocketed.

The big devil still stood still, as if he didn't see that his opponent had rushed over, and his contemptuous look made the non-commissioned officer breathe a sigh of relief, ready to give it a good look.

When the non-commissioned officer rushed in front of him, the big devil suddenly took a step forward, stepped on a half-foot-deep hole in the ground with his front foot, and the heavy war hammer suddenly slammed over, showing very superb combat skills!

The timing was remarkably precise, and when the non-commissioned officer rushed in front of him, he would face the strongest point of attack from the Warhammer.

The non-commissioned officer was shocked, his speed had been increased to the extreme, and there was no way to make changes at all, he could only pause slightly, and the cleaver swept with a blow, and his hands took advantage of the momentum to slash half a circle, and the blue light arc moon was charming.

Rumble!

The hammer knife struck, and there was no sound of metal impact, but a thunderous roar, setting off a wave of vigorous qi that flew away in all directions.

The next moment, the cleaver popped out a few light blue rays, and the hidden blue light completely dissipated, like a scrap metal smashed to the ground, and the non-commissioned officer's wrist twisted into an arc, which made people feel pain for him.

The remaining strength of the war hammer continued to smash into the non-commissioned officer's chest, and the sternum immediately deflated, knocking him to the ground, and the whole person was like a broken sack, which was beaten out of shape, and he fell to the ground motionless.

There was a dead silence in the Vagram camp.