"Poof!"

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The iron roller that kept tumbling forward ran over the mines buried in the soft soil, and the heavy weight triggered the firing pin, instantly detonating one vicious trap after another.

"It seems that the supporters behind the barbarians must be the dwarves of the Three Kingdoms of the North Sea, and perhaps the legendary forest elves are also on their side. ”

Perry Prescott, the adjutant of staff of the Third Army of the Mixed Formation of the West-Turkey Customs Union, let out a long sigh, his face covered with smoky scorched marks.

Since following Lord Vest to the rank of Knights of the Night Watch, he has worked hard to drill the camp and is lucky enough to embark on the last train of military reform and become an active captain.

As a knight had a certain choice, he volunteered to join the Third Legion, where he served as a staff officer under His Excellency Baron Ruff West, the deputy commander of the ranks.

The steam mechanical spider swarm that officially stepped on the battlefield sounded the horn of war, and the barbarians were caught off guard, and the main berserkers were crushed by the curve gun crane.

The remnants of the defeated army would have to retreat into the heights of Furness, and the natives, who were familiar with the terrain, were sternly warned by those concerned to immediately take a broken up approach and scatter the vast western edge of the land.

When some barbarian mercenaries were invaded in their homes, the call from the heart made them set foot on the battlefield, with the knowledge of industrial civilization cities, as well as the relevant knowledge of new machinery and gunpowder weapons, or formed their own resistance army, sniped settlements one by one, or as a lone ranger, active in the enemy's long supply line, and attacked the coalition forces of the Western and Turkish Customs Union to varying degrees.

Unable to find the main force of the barbarians for a decisive battle, he swallowed the four legions of the Furness Heights in one bite and started industrial production at his own pace, in order to completely digest one of the birthplaces of the barbarians.

In recent years, the trading caravans in and out of the Furness Heights have spies arranged by the lords of Zhucheng, who are responsible for surveying and mapping the terrain and landforms along the way, collecting relevant data.

The barbarians, who lack mining technology, do not know that they are sitting on the golden mountain, but only guard the place where their ancestors are buried according to tradition, and struggle to survive among the desolate highlands, mountains and forests, and maintain the continuation of the ethnic group.

The western lands of the vast desert were originally occupied by barbarians, and as the pioneer knights of mankind, they escaped the chaos of the great war of the kingdoms of Middle-earth, and used the arcane arts, which were not completely declining at that time, to severely damage the priests of the barbarians, and the knights' sharp swords broke the barbarians' wooden sticks and stone spears.

Unfortunately, the strength of the Pioneer Knights was limited at that time, and they did not completely solve the natives, and as for being forced to hand over the fertile plains that had been cultivated for many years, the remnants of the barbarians seized the time to recuperate, and continued to harass the foreign enemies who seized the ancestral land, until the berserker legion was completely defeated by the heavy cavalry of the humans, and the barbarians, who had been greatly injured, had to bow their heads.

The gap between the two sides has widened since the Industrial Revolution began in the cities of the Western Territory, but the Barbarians have not been able to slump either, and lately they seem to have been funded and supported by outsiders to produce practical spellcasters in bulk, not inferior to the war priests of their heyday, and jungle rangers who are proficient in assassination, most likely forest elves.

Rufer West, the deputy commander of the 3rd Mixed Regiment, stationed in the newly built Stirling mines, looked sideways at the sword wound in the shoulder, the pain quickly subsided after the milky potion was poured down, and the fine particles of light lingered until the wound was completely healed and there was still a little remaining.

The unexpected visitor, who personally delivered the medicine for minor injuries, stayed in the corner of the room, looking at the reinforced concrete wall that had not yet dried, and greeted his former superior with a slight forehead.

The friend who had been reunited for a long time smiled: "I had a premonition that your life was in danger, so I took the risk of leaving Eastwood City." The old fellow was so stubborn that he had to put me under his nose to watch me sleep peacefully, but the person he arranged was too far away from me, and he was more of a guard at the gate than a watchman. ”

"Even the legends of the world were beaten to death by you with a thunder hammer, and the Grand Duke will inevitably have concerns when he knows about it. Alas...... The assassin who was scared away by your sudden appearance will definitely come again, and I can't resist that sword just now, what should I do next?"

"The half-elf assassin just now, his strength is indeed good, but what is more beneficial is the jade ring on his right hand, the dawn proverb contaminated with the power of nature, and the near-perfect stealth. The Way of the Oak Tree does have its own uniqueness, and the elves are not old and stubborn ...... Well, she's piqued my interest. ”

Deputy Commander Rufer Vest was amazed, "She! The assassin just now turned out to be a woman, and I almost died by her sword, what a shame." ”

"Time is of the essence, I didn't come out with a thunderhammer, and it won't be too tricky to pack up a half-elf wanderer who knows the Proverbs of Dawn. ”

Aldrich Triss got up and walked out of the dark corner, the shiny virtue armor was not visible, since he was successfully promoted and transformed, he had hidden all the equipment connected to the divine source, but still maintained various god-like abilities.

Rufer West was shocked by the fact that he teleported away in an instant, and although he had heard many rumors of Aldrich Triss in various social situations, he always had reservations about his opinion when he had not met him in person.

However, Aldrich Triss suddenly appeared without warning, grabbed the thin-bladed sword with his bare hands, and gave the assassin a fierce glare, so that he could see his true colors.

The assassination of the highest commander of the garrison, which took place in the Stirling mines, was not a separate special incident.

The frontal battlefield cannot withstand the cannon and crossbow arrows of the steam mechanical spiders, and the barbarians and the top "heroes" among the allies can still take bloody revenge against key characters with the help of strange objects.

Many heroes with strong self-esteem, cherishing their own honor, disdained to use such methods, but under the slogan "You can do anything to deal with the invaders", they had to be carried into chariots with the crowd.

Aldrich Triss had just rescued his friend Ruif West, who had been stabbed, and while remembering the Assassin's appearance, he left the newly completed Stirling Mine far behind the smoke-filled industrial base and traced the suspected half-elf Assassin into a pot-shaped valley.

"Uh-huh, one, two, three, four...... Seven, eight, nine, ten, the surging source of spellcasting, the roar of the main elements of each system, the undercurrent of the power of nature, the strong scale of the dragon...... It's really up to me to find nine spellcasters who have stepped into the pinnacle, a pseudo-legend who has entered the hero level.

Aldrich Triss vanished in an instant, teleported to the strongest barbarian dragon knight, and raised his right hand with five fingers, slashing all the swords of victory and oath out of his sheath.

But when the dragon knight raised his head, revealing a familiar face, his holy sword suddenly stopped, "Are you ...... Baruch Stone Axe!"

Barbarians embark on a heroic trial, at the top of the Bunduras Mountain, the Ridge of the World, through the final bath of dragon fire, to gain the recognition of the Silver Dawn.

From the depths of the earth, a member of the Horn of Justice who guards the gates of the abyss, the young brass dragon Gruntaire admired the courage of Baruch Stoneaxe and made a ten-year pact with him.

The sun totems on both sides of the forehead suddenly shone brightly, instantly stealing Aldrich Triss's vision, and the bull's war streak bloomed one after another, summoning a bull's head-shaped battering ram force field, knocking his merciful friend far away.

"Betrayal doesn't taste good!"

The strange taunt echoed in his ears, and Aldrich Tris snorted, letting his body fly into the distance, putting away the sword of victory and oath, and thinking about how to break the game with both hands and arms.

Under the influence of the elemental tide throughout the West, the caster of the spell whose decline has become a foregone conclusion is active again. Even in the desert-like western soil, the mage apprentices carefully cultivated by the masters of the eight leaves are growing day by day, and it is foreseeable that the power of the spellcaster will continue to expand uncontrollably.

"The great machine revolution ignited by the fire of industry, the explosion of productive forces, and the era of mortals has come. If the caster tries to maintain a situation where he is high above and looks down on all beings, he will inevitably be smashed by a war machine armed with gunpowder and steel. Do you think you'll be able to save everything by killing me? It's naïve and ridiculous!"

The flag of the Argonauts was raised, and Aldrich Tris did not consume any water, not only floating in the air, but also flying freely.

A burst of verdant light flashed at his feet, that is, the jungle on the ground, and the white-bearded old man who stood caressing the tree, broke off the antlers on his forehead, put them to his mouth, and suddenly blew a horn sound like a desolation.

The three of them hugged the thick and thin ancient tree, infused half of the source of the druid master, the silent vitality was awakened, the knotted roots curled up, the thick and tough bark sharpened by the years of wind and frost was transformed into shiny armor, and the numerous branches became hands of different sizes.

Forest War Messenger!

The vines hanging around the branches became part of the body, like poisonous snakes that choose people to devour, and thousands of them fired in unison, instantly grabbing Aldrich Triss floating in the air, and pulling him to the ground with a sharp force.

The earth elementals cheered in droves, and the ancient tree of war left the ground where it had taken root, and the soil, which had become soft due to the extraction of its rhizomes, suddenly transformed into a giant rock hand, which grabbed Aldrich Triss and tried to crush it to death.

"It's underestimating me. ”

The surface of the body was covered with mysterious patterns, and the steel body suddenly erupted with fine elemental scales, bursting out in all directions, and the hand of the rock that was riddled with holes disintegrated into countless fragments and rolled down.

Just as Aldrich Triss broke free from the rocks and vines, the barbarian Baruch Stoneaxe descended from the sky with the help of the swoop of his brass dragon mount, and stabbed his friend in the back of the heart with a godkiller spear made of the dragon's teeth of the silver dawn.

"Siegfried's Iron Body, bathed in dragon's blood, has an Achilles' heel, and you will be no exception. ”

The dragon's tooth spear stabbed into the heart against the shoulder blade, and the unbreakable blade sliced it in half, and Aldrich Tris was mortally wounded, trying to burst out of the source to fight back, but his hands and feet were bound by countless rune chains.

"Rune Realm, Platinum War Shackles. ”

The four Dwarven Hill Kings joined forces to use the Wishing Cup of the secret collection to exert the power of the realm and suppress the final counterattack of Aldrich Triss.

"Betrayal doesn't taste good!"

Master Anto Laurent Mowohi stepped out from behind the Ancient War Tree, a member of the Eight Leaves Order, and he could not have imagined that he would be mixed with the enemy.

The chief knight of the West-Turkey Customs Union, encountering friends and enemies ring by ring, accurately calculated ambush traps, helplessly closed his eyes.