"Sooner or later, Nemean will conquer Kagash, but I didn't expect it to be the first to do it."

By the bright moonlight, Fernseus looked far away from the mountains, and the scouts of the legion had already figured out the information about the goblin base camp one step earlier, and those savage goblin assassins and sentinels were foolishly acting as if they were acting on instinct for the elite lions from Nemea.

Kagash, Father of the Mountains. The faint light of the snow illuminated Fernseus's gray beard and silver armor, and the fur peeking out of the gaps in his armor made him look tall and mighty, and the old lion turned and muttered the Nemean name for the Kagash Mountains, like a chattering old man.

My footsteps may stop there, but the journey of the Empire goes far beyond the summit of Ezento.

The legion commander stopped in the snow, his bright eyes looked around the army on the hillside ready to go, the coalition of nearly 3,000 people stood silently in the wind and snow, the glow of the silver-white armor was like a starry sky, they were hiding the magic of Acresse, the hardships of more than five days of trekking did not crush these soldiers, and now, the resolute faces covered in the visor were waiting for an order.

The old man raised his left hand, and the flag officer behind him handed him the lion battle flag in a timely manner, and Fernsius's powerful big hand held the flagpole, and the heavy touch couldn't help but make the old man a little trance, every Nemean general would start from the flag officer, and it was forty-three years since he first raised this battle flag.

The golden lion on the gray battle flag rose high in the eyes of the soldiers, and the eyes of the old man who raised the battle flag were as firm as steel and iron, and his low and loud orders were conveyed to the ears of every soldier and adventurer wearing the nameplate through the battle flag.

"The lion is fearless."

As if the trumpet sounded for a long time, the inspiring shouts and the clashing of swords sounded in everyone's ears at the same time, the roar of war drums exploded in their hearts, and the power of the holy army from Avis inspired the warriors in the words of the great knight, dispelling fatigue and cowardice, and the god of war above the clouds lit the last fire, and the battle intent as hot as steel burned fiercely.

Ye Fenjie and Lian Jihai also stood among the soldiers, they were wrapped in thick fur like many adventurers, even so, the two looked a lot thinner, obviously relying on the help of the priests in the five days of forced march to change a lot, sweat and the baptism of war made them grow rapidly.

Before the resolute trumpet of Fernsius had dissipated in the ears of the two of them, they already felt the blood in their bodies begin to boil, endless courage rolled out like a spring, hot blood surged up the limbs to bring strength, and surged up to the throat to bring the exhilaration, as if the pungent smell of gunpowder could be smelled in the depths of their souls, the heavy breathing of the warriors broke the silence, as outsiders, the two could not understand the meaning of the phrase made up of two phrases, but the Nemean people present had already given the answer.

Soldiers and adventurers, all the warriors lowered their proud heads, they opened their lips and teeth, exhaled hot air, clenched their weapons in their hands, and seemed to grasp the glory in their hearts, on this high mountain far from their homeland, thousands of low prayers converged in one place, like thunder and low sounds:

"Long mane has no regrets!"

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The flames of war ignited in the most exhausting moments of the goblins, and the elite of the hundred battles from Nemea tore through the cover of magic as the moon hung high, and sixty elite foot knights rushed into the unsuspecting goblins with their two-handed swords, their blades soaking up the blood of their enemies for days of silence, and slaying down the one hundred and sixty greenskins guarding the gap in the col in half a minute.

These goblin soldiers were indeed militarily trained, they wore rudimentary iron armor, armed with iron weapons, were under unified command, and even consciously cooperated with each other in battle, and their compatriots in Nemea were completely incomparable, but at this moment, the performance of the two was not much different.

The goblins did not expect the lions to fight back so swiftly and violently, they believed too much in their own sentries and shamanic sorcery, and the former mountain dwarves did not have scouts skilled in assassination and mages who could counter shamanic sorcery, and when the coalition forces had both, the slaughter bell rang.

The poor greenskins huddled around the rudimentary tents and fires didn't even put on their iron armor, and the vengeful foot knights had already chopped the greenskins to pieces, and after a symbolic resistance, they completely collapsed, and the coalition forces officially occupied the gap, which was the only way to enter the col.

A group of heavily armed sergeants then quickly entered the gap, including humans and dwarves, all of whom were holy warriors who believed in the Aquila Holy Father Akbes, and the paladins were armed with heavy shields and iron-clad scepters, wearing heavy armor, stepping on the guardian aura derived from divine power, chanting the name of the Heavenly Father and revenge, and advancing towards the col with the foot knights with grim expressions.

In this half a minute, the screams of slaughter and the fleeing goblins only caused chaos, and the goblins near the gap rushed out of their tents, shouting and screaming to rush towards the well-coordinated coalition soldiers, and in the blink of an eye, they were trampled under their feet, and the goblins who were a little far away from the gap had just woken up from their sleep, not even realizing that the combined forces of humans and dwarves had invaded their base camp and were already doomed.

Chaos spreads, riots spread, and waves of warriors pour into the gap, seeking to conquer and wash away their blood feuds, and torrents of steel merge into a barrier of despair that will wipe out the greenskins from which there is no way out.

Following the slaughtering infantry legions, Fernseus waved the lion flag again, the majestic golden lion hunted in the wind and snow, hundreds of fires broke through the air in the order, the sound of the air tearing in the wind and snow crossed the mountain col and the infantry legion, and fell in the camp of the goblins, the simple tents, the cloth to protect against the cold, the fur of the wolves, everything that could be burned rose after the arrows landed, and the dense goblins screamed and scattered out of the warm tents, and the slaughter came.

"The sword is out of the silver sheath, and the flame is born," the forester of Acreth stood among the rocks, the hidden spot marked on the map, and with the shielding magic of the Lord of Nature, the team of six people lurked for four days, "gentlemen, the death knell of the goblins has sounded, and it is time to hand out the dagger that stabs the throat." ”

The forest keeper raised the oak staff, and after a few prayers, the verdant light flashed on Lin Qing and the hidden assassin's body, and Lin Qing could feel the strong power of nature plunging into his body like a firefly under the call, and in an instant, his spirit and body were refreshed.

The Order of the Foresters from the Foresters of Inmel's sacrifice is not good at fighting, but the role of the Foresters in any battle cannot be underestimated, so this assassination mission Inmel is not directly involved in the assassination operation, but is only responsible for assisting from the side.

"The lion is fearless."

After casting the gods, the forest keeper nodded at Lin Qing and the five people, the fire of the goblin tent not far away was reflected on his side face and looked a little solemn, the work of assassinating generals in the chaotic army has never been easy, but the secret assassin still has a calm look, only a trace of murderous aura can be vaguely seen in the corner of Hikry's eyes, and the assassin leader nodded and signaled:

"Long mane has no regrets."

The mysterious hoarse voice had not disappeared, the five assassins were like sand blown away by the wind, they hid in the dark, shadows and secrets were accompanied by concealment, for them to hide, they only had a few vague figures in Lin Qing's eyes, agile and agile like swimming fish in the undercurrent, after a few breaths they could no longer find the tail of the swimming fish.