The earth was already asleep, and the deserted battlefield was silent except for the gentle breeze blowing, except for the occasional barking of a dog or two. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Il, who had already chosen several locations on the sand table during the day, was about to go to one of them to prepare.

When he came to the place where he had been fighting during the day, he could see that the ground was charred black, and the air was still filled with the smell of blood, and as far as the eye could see, he could see some uncleaned severed arms and stumps, which had already emitted a foul smell. Il was dizzy, even though he could already tolerate a lot of unpleasant smells, but after all, this was the first time he had been involved in this kind of thing, and he couldn't help frowning, and he couldn't help but swallow himself.

The whole battlefield is flat, and the defense of the two countries is very close to each other, so it is not peaceful here all the year round, and the two countries want to occupy the land in the middle, not for this inch of land, but mainly to maintain their country's face in the countries.

Il came to a slope, he planned to draw a magic array first to see how it would effect in actual combat tomorrow, so he chose the side of the entire battlefield, that is, the place where the cavalry must pass.

He first used the pitch-black wand to draw a large circle on the ground, and drew two triangles corresponding to the front and back in the circle, and then continued to add complex patterns, he drew very hard and seriously, the wand drew a thumb-thick pit on the ground, and it took an hour to draw this complex magic array.

Beads of sweat oozed from Yi'er's forehead, the fineness of this magic array was even more complicated than his making a music box, and he couldn't help but begin to admire the magicians who studied the magic array every day, it was so perseverance.

When he finished the last stroke, he began to chant a spell to fine-tune it, after all, it was a hand-drawn figure, and many corners and corners needed to be trimmed. He pulled out a bottle from the spatial storage bracelet, which contained the dragon's blood that Ill had borrowed from Naisa Alex before he came.

Dragon's blood, as a spokesperson with powerful magical power, is undoubtedly the best pigment for making magic array scrolls, but dragons have not appeared for hundreds of years, and the treasures left on the dragons on the black market have been hyped to sky-high prices, so the production of general magic arrays is the next best choice for the blood of some lizard-like magical beasts.

Slowly poured the dragon's blood into the magic array, and when the blood flowed all over the magic array, a red light flashed with the sound of a clan, and Yir knew that this was the reaction to the successful creation of a magic array.

The last breeze blew on the ground, and the magic circle was covered with a thin layer of sand to hide.

Finally, everything that should be done was done, but he didn't want to go back, the screams of the wounded soldiers in the barracks continued, the soldiers were in extreme tension and anxiety for a long time, their eyes could kill, and the atmosphere was so oppressive that people couldn't breathe normally.

Before the sun came out the next day, the trumpet of assembly sounded in the barracks, and General Tyrone was ready to attack by surprise first, so that the initiative would be in his hands, and by the way, he would train the blood of those recruits.

The siege team followed the morning light at the junction of heaven and earth, and the army rushed to the blood-washed city wall with ladders and wooden stakes, and the sky changed, and the red fire and black smoke obscured the sky, like a thick stroke on a graffiti board. Angry cries and desperate screams mingled, and there was nothing left in the heavens and the earth that made people ring, and nothing else.

As far as the eye can see, under the red and gray canopy, the people who are faintly climbing the ladder and being smashed down by the rocks, the figures hiding on the wall, the pungent oil falling from the sky, and the scattered bows and arrows in the air, constitute a tragic picture.

The blood all over the ground stained the whole earth red.

Il, who was not far from the city, watched all this, the corpses piled up higher and higher under the city, but still did not hear the call to stop the siege, and the soldiers could only rush forward one after another!

General Tyrone stood under the city and kicked the corpse at his feet and looked to the left and right, the soldier on the left had an arrow stuck in his right arm, but he slashed it with his unskilled left hand, his face was hideous, and the soldier on the right was red-eyed, roaring loudly, and the corners of his mouth were even bleeding.

Il wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and looked up at the red sun shining on the red earth, so bright that he couldn't open his eyes.

The general wielded his heavy sword in the distance, as if drawing with blood, and the head that never bowed under the armor was the hope of all.

He smiled wryly.

This is war.

It is the borders of the kingdom that need to be maintained, but how many dignitaries have thought about what it is like for those soldiers to fight desperately on the battlefield?

"General! We can't take it! Their supplies must have arrived! What should we do?"

Half of the bearded lieutenant's face was covered with blood, and he didn't know if it was someone else's or his own, he squinted his eyes and covered his chest, blood flowed down his left arm, and after the fierce battle just now, he was already seriously injured.

There was a trace of unwillingness on General Tyrone's resolute face, but he was not in love with war, and finally announced that he would beat the drum and withdraw his troops!

"Retreat! Cavalry cover! Go!"

The soldiers in the back finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the large army retreated, and when the soldiers were halfway through, the opposite side opened the city gate and released a team of cavalry to start the pursuit!

Here it comes!

It's finally here!

This moment Il has been waiting for a long time!

Your own cavalry with spearmen suddenly met from the rear front, and on a low slope where the opposing cavalry must pass, the spearmen dismounted and took out their shields to arrange the formation, and the spears were discharged in turn at the splicing of the shields, waiting for the opposite cavalry to collide, while the cavalry of their own side quickly rushed to the opposite pursuit formation.

The speed of the cavalry was very fast, and the cavalry in front was pierced into a sieve before they realized what was happening, and several horses were pierced in the stomach and fell, and then they tripped over the rows of horses behind.

The cavalry behind hurriedly stopped their horses, and the spearmen approached little by little with their shields, and the cavalry immediately turned around and retreated in the distance and began to draw their bows and shoot arrows, and countless bows and arrows flew around the shields, and many spearmen died under the bows and arrows.

"Kill!"

The moment the formation was disrupted, the retreating cavalry turned around and rushed over, quickly breaking up the shield array laid by this group of spearmen.

The cavalry's swords continued to reap the life, and when most of the cavalry and spearmen were fighting together, Ilzema came to the slope where he had drawn the magic circle last night, right on the side of the battlefield opposite the cavalry.

The red light was like a demon in the world, and in an instant, countless earth thorns were erected from the magic array and shot at the people who were still fighting, the spearmen had almost been killed, and those cavalry still wanted to encircle and suppress this group of spearmen to annihilate them, but they didn't expect to become a dead soul in an instant. The red light flashed again, and there was another burst of earth thorns, and at that moment, the eyes of the fallen cavalry stared at the sky, but they did not close after all.

This is the first time I've killed someone, as soon as this magic comes out, there is no distinction between friend or foe, all the tragic soldiers are wailing under his attack, looking at the fresh corpse of flesh and blood, he lifted his mask to cover his mouth and nose, and there are still unfinished kills, you can't spit it out!

He drew the blade on his back and rode towards the remaining cavalry, wielding his sword and unleashing his magic, wind blade, fireball, hand-to-hand combat!

I can't remember all the magic I used, I just know that there are enemies all around! I have to destroy them! He has red eyes, he has completely lost his mind, and he can no longer be controlled by himself!

Il entered a certain state of mental numbness, and only knew how to kill, kill, kill, kill mechanically! Kill to the point where he could not control it! The war drums of the attacking platoon were still beating, and the hundreds of cavalrymen did not dare to approach this crazy general, because those who rushed forward were dead!

"Retreat! Retreat!"

I don't know who shouted this voice first, there are less than 1,000 cavalry left in the original 3,000 sorties, this is their last cavalry strength, and they can't waste it here!

Hundreds of horsemen quickly withdrew from the battlefield, leaving only the bloodied man to breathe on his red-stained horse.

General Tyrone rode his horse from afar, and he saw how the masked magician had just cast a spell to kill so many cavalry, and how he fought under the siege of the cavalry, and he was also in awe of Il.