"Grand Commander, take advantage of the high morale to attack, right?"

The generals knelt down and asked for battle, and there was a shout.

"What are we?"

The Grand Commander was not in a hurry, but asked softly.

"We are the invincible Seventh Legion!"

The generals and staff officers roared, their faces full of pride and confidence.

"Yes, so show your glory and grace from the Empire of Saint-Gerdeland, and now, wait quietly for the enemy to line up. ”

The Grand Commander snorted coldly, "Could it be that you will lose in a head-to-head duel?"

"We are invincible, we are invincible!"

"We are the fledglings from hell, sowing death and terror, we take life and hope, leaving glory and merit!"

"We are Hellbirds, hellbirds that will drag enemies to despair and the abyss!"

The officers began to sing the battle song of the Seventh Legion, and then the sound spread wider and wider, echoing through the sky, and then the Frankfurt army stepped onto the battlefield under this endless force.

The gates of Saraje were wide open, and a group of undead abominations over six meters tall walked out, they were all patched together from the corpses of demonic beasts, their faces were expressionless, and their bodies were covered with ugly and hideous stitches, and they had no armor, because the strong flesh ~ body was their strongest shield and weapon.

Knock! Knock!

There were no war drums, but each of the abominations weighed nearly a thousand pounds, and when the boots stepped on the ground, they erupted into a dull sound, like thunder.

Their faces remained the same, for they were never afraid, as if they were not facing an army of millions of Hellbirds, but a swarm of ants.

"What kind of class is this?"

Some officers muttered with astonishment on their faces, it stands to reason that they are not dead haters, they should be hoplites, but this regiment. But it's quite weird.

There was no tower shield to withstand heavy horses, no dragon lance to pierce a demonic beast, only an armed belt around the waist and cross-body on the chest, which was hung with a kind of iron can, and in addition to that, a barrel-shaped armed cabinet with a rubber tube connected to a spear-shaped sprinkler head. Hangs on the left side for easy access at any time.

"Undying Abominations?Grenadier Corps!"

A staff officer held a telescope and read the words on the battle flag.

"Let the Overseer team convey the order, whoever dares to escape, the whole team will sit together!"

Arnold's tone was full of murderous energy, and in order to protect the kingdom of the Great Chief of Downton, they would not hesitate to pay a price.

Woo!

A sharp horn sounded, and it seemed that a long whale was squirting water, with a distinctive trill. Thousands of miles through the battlefield.

This is a horn that can be stripped of the dragon's horns after hunting a dragon whale that lives in the polar ocean, and it can stimulate the power in the human bloodline, which is a unique symbol of the barbarian kingdom.

"It's the Barbarian Corps!"

The barbarians have long since withdrawn from the middle ~ center of the Western Earth Continent and are trapped in the polar tundra, so the officers have never heard this kind of horn sound, but this does not prevent them from recognizing people.

Long brown hair. His hair was braided all over his head, and he had only a pair of pitifully small leather briefs. On his head was a horned helmet with a broken horn, and he carried a Viking battle axe that was larger than an adult......

"It's a barbarian!"

In the corps, the whispers of the soldiers sounded, and these attire were the same as the images of barbarians in taverns, history, and bards, and a trace of worry slowly surfaced in their eyes.

The barbarians are ferocious and brutal. Not producing, fond of killing and snatching, and most importantly, this race is all crazy, they think. Death in battle is the most perfect destination for barbarians, and the soul will be recognized by the hero king, and will be led by the goddess of war to enter Valhalla.

"Why is there a group of psychopaths who are not afraid of death?"

Looking at this group of muscles ~ sticks with a minimum of two and a half meters, the soldiers complained bitterly, they could fight fearlessly, but they were not afraid of death, and those on the other side were really enjoying the battle, and regarded the battlefield of death as their faith and home.

"How can Frankfurt have such a troublesome corps?"

Someone started whispering, but the trouble was just beginning.

The Black Hand Clan Heavy Cavalry Regiment led by the Black Hand has appeared, these dwarves are from the dark regions, they are the tomb keepers of the dwarf kingdom, guarding the treasure of the dwarf king for generations, and they will be loyal to the Ring of the Lonely Mountain for eternity.

These dwarves are not the usual five-short stature, but the dwarves of the hills, all of them are more than six meters tall, their armor is heavy, covering the whole body, and when they run, they are like large steel cans, giving people a feeling that there is nowhere to eat.

The face armor of the dwarf heavy rider is hideous, only a horizontal line at the eye area, and there is a protrusion in the mouth and nose area, which is covered with dense holes, and when you breathe, there will be a white mist spraying.

The St. Gertland soldiers' breathing began to heavily, and their eyes spasmed.

The mount of the Black Hand Heavy Rider is the Iron Spine Drakemon, which is larger than the Sherman War Bear, but it is even uglier, with diamond-shaped armor all over its body, and the ballista attacks are all tickling, and the magic below the dragon slaying rank cannot be shaken.

The hellish horses ridden by the Hellbirds were a little better, and the mounts of the hussars were already restless, constantly digging the ground.

There is no way, the oppressive force brought by the black hand heavy riding is too great, their armor is all blade-style, sharp and angular, full of the beauty of steel and strength, except for the short-handled throwing axes hanging on the sides of the mount, each of them has a long-handled war hammer in their hands longer than their height, which is simply violent and incomprehensible.

This corps is a sharp weapon used to storm the formation and tear apart the first qiē corps.

"Look to the left!"

"It's the Dark Elves!"

"The goddess is above, how much is this? If you catch it, won't you get rich?"

The soldiers suddenly burst into an uproar.

After the black hand rode out of the door, the drow elven cavalry in black armor rode the black panther, like a dark cloud, pouring out in an instant and sprinkling on the battlefield.

"Give me a straight back, we are the most invincible corps, for the goddess Rose, for the Downton servant, fight to the death!"

At the forefront was a female Drow, her name was Mavi, the younger sister of Trist, the most rebellious and talented youngest daughter of the Duchaeden family.

"I, Emperor Polo, is another race that is not afraid of death!"

This time, even the officers began to have a headache, and the mention of the word drow was filled with the smell of conspiracy, death, and killing, and they had fanatical beliefs. For the sake of the god Rose, he is willing to sacrifice a qiē.

The Drow cavalrymen galloped across the battlefield, displaying their superb horsemanship, carrying two narrow scimitars crossed around their waists, carrying quivers and longbows, and wearing black scarves on their faces. A long silver hair fluttered, and he was full of spirit.

Gurgle!

Laughter full of lust ~ echoed on the battlefield, and the female drows were seductive, boldly seducing the soldiers opposite.

Boom!

Many soldiers subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, set up tents under their crotches, their eyes fixed on the snow-white thighs of the female Drow, eager to take a bite, and also fantasized about the scene of crushing them under them to conquer.

"You want to die, don't look at it. That's a dark elf, and it can drain your souls from your bed!"

Some warnings sounded, only the sound was too faint and was quickly drowned out.

"A bunch of~!"

The Black Hand cursed, as old enemies living underground, they knew, not to look at the female drows, who were scantily clad and seemed to have weak defenses. But that's all a means, as long as the enemy is once distracted. Surely die, female drow, is the kind of woman who snuggles up in your arms with an affectionate smile and can pierce your heart.

"It's time for us to play!"

Thyssen held his head high and led the Krupp army out of battle, but the result was not a wave of admiration. It's about relief and relaxation.

"The goddess is above, and finally it is no longer the kind of crazy race that is not afraid of death!"

Saint-Gertland soldiers prayed with a cross on their chests.

"Damn, give me a transformation!"

Thyssen's head was full of white smoke, no longer hidden, and directly announced all over his body.

A Krupp giant that was originally seven or eight meters tall was swirling in red light. It rose directly from the ground and became fifteen or six meters high, and some even exceeded twenty meters.

Looking at these giants, all red and covered in flames, the Hellbird soldiers were dumbfounded.

Finally, the foreign orc legion led by Barty the Minotaur appeared, but no one paid attention to them anymore.

The silence was spreading, and this time, no generals took the initiative to ask for battle, because they were not sure to defeat the enemy, although the enemy army was not numerous, but it was definitely not vegetarian.

"Where is your courage?"

The Grand Commander reprimanded.

Syllable!

The generals and staff officers stood upright, their faces solemn, and shouted in unison, "We are willing to be the vanguard and win the victory for you!"

"Let the light cavalry go out and start regular combat!"

The commander didn't want to wait, but soon after the words fell, he was a little stuck, because he saw the sky opposite, and a dense number of battleships appeared.

"It's the Air Force in Frankfurt!"

"No, how can there be more than the intelligence?"

"I'm Deboro, that's a fortress?"

Pieces of surprise burst out, as soldiers of the Great Empire, no one knew the power of the air force better than them, originally thought it was a one-sided crushing, but they didn't expect that the opponent's air force lineup was even more fierce and domineering than their own.

The horn of the attack sounded, but there was a noticeable pause.

"Cut down the herald!"

The Grand Commander roared with a gloomy face.

On the ground, the light cavalry began to rush to the battlefield according to the order, while the heavy cavalry began to advance slowly, and large-scale battles were always carried out in concert by various corps.

"Cool, worthy of being the trump card of the Northern Army, well-trained!"

Nicole stood on the deck, watching the Hellbirds move out, and the tacit cooperation was like a perfect symphony, and she couldn't help but praise it.

Downton's face was solemn, and he hesitated whether to use the battleship to suppress the battlefield.

Bang! Bang!

Blue-green flares rose into the sky from the Drow cavalry, exploding into brilliant fireworks.

"Your subordinates are very bold!"

Nicole joked that this signal is common in the mainland, which means that the legion is single-handed, and does not accept reinforcements, and in the next moment, the same signal flares were raised in the black hand heavy cavalry and the barbarian army.

"These guys are crazy!" the Grand Commander pouted, "Okay, then I'll fulfill them!"

In the Hellbird camp, several blue-green flares were also raised to respond to the challenge!

"The Grand Commander has an order, annihilate the Drow Elves, and the captives are all yours!"

The commander of the light cavalry regiment was quite brainy, and with a single sentence, the morale was greatly boosted, and the soldiers pounced with green eyes, like wolves that had been hungry for a long time.

The heavy cavalry was advancing, and the two light cavalry were the first to engage because of their lightning speed.

Zhuoer is proficient in riding and archery, with two strong and powerful thighs controlling the mount, opening the bow with both hands, and shooting three times in a row, directly sowing a 'dark cloud'.

Whoa!

The arrows of the locusts, the shrill whistles, the dark clouds fell, drowning the Hellbird light horse.

The screams arose, and many of the cavalrymen were shot by arrows and fell from their saddles.

The Hellbird is worthy of being a trump card, with a strong will, even if the comrades around them were killed by arrows and blood splashed on their faces, they did not waver, and even trampled on the fallen comrades under the crotch, their brows did not frown, at this time they held their blades tightly, and their only thought was to cut down the enemy.

Nearly a kilometer had passed in an instant, and the drows retracted their bows, unsheathed their swords a moment before the two torrents collided.

Swish!

The drows drew their swords, not to mention that it was just a simple starting gesture, but they used the angle of the blade to reflect the sunlight, and suddenly caused a flash of light in front of them, shaking the eyes of the enemy.

The hellbirds are also full of veteran oils, their eyes narrowed, predicting the enemy's trajectory, and slashed down with a knife, if it was other legions, it would definitely be a big loss, but this time, their opponent was the drow elves.

With terrifying body coordination, the Drow dodged the slash and slashed him in the neck with a direct counter-attack of both knives.

Poof!

A large number of cavalry planted war horses, without exception, they were all stabbed in the neck, half of the cervical vertebrae were cut, and the head was bent at ninety degrees and drooped on the shoulder, revealing Bai Sensen's throat bone.

In the pillars of blood that soared into the sky, the drow continued to charge, and the dark martial arts were activated, and clouds of black mist burst from their bodies, obscuring the battlefield.

The cavalry was suddenly plunged into darkness that could not be reached.

Seeing this scene, the staff officers shivered directly, and a thought came out of their minds at the same time, the light cavalry regiment, it's over!

Fighting in the dark with Zhuoer, who is good at night fighting, is definitely a meat bun and a dog, and he will never go back.

The sound of hooves galloped, and in just one minute, the two sides staggered, leaving the black fog area, just on the side of the hellbirds, most of them only left blood-stained war horses, and only a small number of cavalry rushed out, and on the Zhuoer side, the demeanor was relaxed, not like a cruel battle had just been experienced, but like an outing, and it was not life that was harvested, but the mushrooms that were picked.

The surviving cavalrymen no longer cared about taking any prisoners and enjoying Drow's body, and their minds were now filled with fear.

The drow shook the reins in unison, and the whole team turned around like a nimble antelope, and after a charge, there were only twelve of them who could stand, and then they could not escape, and the drow put their swords into their sheaths, re-held their bows, and looked back at the moon, and shot them on the spot.

The entire battlefield was silent, and no one thought that the hellbird light cavalry would be defeated so quickly and so miserably, that the entire army would be completely wiped out, and the battle flag would be taken away, and according to the usual practice, the number of this light cavalry would be revoked.

The commander-in-chief's face was as heavy as ink, clutching the reins tightly, and the creaking of his teeth could be heard clearly even by the staff officers next to him. (To be continued......)