The vast Brakaton Plain is like the most brilliant pearl on the continent of Antaglisi, not only the water and grass are fertile, but also the climate of the four seasons is like spring, which creates an excellent living environment, and the people living on this grassland, whether they are nomads or farmers, only need a little effort to provide food and clothing for the whole family.

Since the time of the Mulland Empire, it has been the largest grain producing area, and it is also one of the fat fiefs that the nobles of various kingdoms compete for, so after the rise of the Kingdom of Erathia, the royal family members led by King Ryan firmly controlled this land with a radius of thousands of kilometers, but in the 125th year of the continental calendar and the 6th year of the Erathia calendar, there were only banners everywhere, cold armor, sharp spears, and blood and corpses buried deep under the soil.

The war with the barbarians has entered its second season, and after both sides have paid a considerable price, the tug-of-war has not changed much.

It was the night when the moon hung high and sprinkled the clear light to the fullest, but the camp of the barbarian leader Tanan was full of solemn atmosphere.

"When was the last time news came from the Beit League?" a man with an ordinary appearance, who was only a little taller than an adult human, asked in a deep voice.

He was by no means tall compared to the barbarians, who were generally more than two meters tall, and what he wore was not the usual armor, but a strange robe, but when his eyes began to scan the audience, the light was so dazzling that even the bravest barbarian generals dared not look directly.

Tanan.

"Lord Hui, it was three days ago, according to the rules you set, the Beit League will send a message to the camp once a week, and if there is no accident, the next group of messengers should arrive with the food troops in four days. ”

The person who answered was Talochir, the leader of a group of bandits roaming the desert of Krurod before he joined Tanan's army, and his most famous thing was that he led a small detachment of dozens of wolf knights to defeat a titan a few years ago, and this incident made him a general after joining Tanan's command.

Everyone felt the leader's uneasiness, but someone had to come out and answer.

"No! a week is too long, and from now on, the order will be changed to let the Beit League report on the military situation every three days, and send someone back to check it now!"

Tanan had had a sense of foreboding in his mind since three days ago, and it had reached a point this afternoon that had almost made him sit on the edge of his seat, something he hadn't had in the months since the war with the Erathians began.

Although the messenger of the Beit League had just left a few days ago, and the news he brought was as usual, the strong sense of crisis was like a sword hovering in his heart, and if he didn't even want to get out, he wanted to gallop to the Beit League now.

Although the newly established capital of the Beit League was actually only a stronghold and did not have many people, the large amount of supplies looted from Tatalia hoarded in the city was decisive for this war, and there was absolutely no room for error.

However, just as Talohir turned around and was about to go down to deliver Tanan's order, a hurried and dull trumpet suddenly pierced the quiet night sky, and the Erathians launched a night attack.

The sudden news of the battle made Tanan and the generals in the camp stunned, but the next second of great joy swept away the dull insecurity in his heart for several days.

Compared to the Terrans' poor night warfare, even the lowliest big-eared monsters in the barbarian army always have excellent night vision, not to mention the wolf knights and ogres who are already good at running through the night.

In order to find a breakthrough in the war, Tanan had sought night battles several times, but the cunning Erathians just held on to the castle and the camp and closed their doors, and if they attacked, those hateful military priests would return to them with magic and large ballistas, so after several successive fruitless times, Tanan had no choice but to give up the idea of night raids.

But I don't want the Erathians to go crazy today and take the initiative to start a night battle, could it be that the ancestor apparition confused the soul of the enemy army?

"Gather the troops!

Although his heart was excited, Tanan did not lose his mind, Rian Geffenhardt's cunning had been taught more than once in the past few months, but he had no intention of letting go of this opportunity in any case, as long as the big war was really provoked, then the balance of victory would definitely be in their favor.

It is unknown whether it was the apparition of the ancestor of the barbarians, but at this time a fierce quarrel was breaking out in the castle of Chetsum.

In fact, it is not appropriate to quarrel, because the two sides of the conflict are His Majesty the King Ryan Geffenhardt, while the generals, led by the commander of the Crusader Sousa, and the commander of the archery unit, Wilskai, are engaged in fierce exhortation.

It is worth mentioning that this time the honest Adric was also on Sosa's side, because even he felt that His Majesty's decision was too reckless, and only the knight captain Morris and the priesthood represented by Bishop Ronis stood silently behind the king.

Morris did not speak because of his loyalty to Ryan, and Bishop Ronis did not speak because of the principle of non-interference between the clergy and the imperial power, and he could fight with the army to help the royal family and the army, but could not directly question the king's choice.

"Your Majesty, I beg you to immediately order the troops to return to the camp and stop the night battle, even if we have the support of the priests' lighting magic, we are still at an absolute disadvantage, and even Bishop Ronis can't take care of every corner of the huge battlefield, but those werewolves and ogres can see the target hundreds of meters away without any help!"

Although she had deliberately lowered her voice and kept her courtesy, anyone could hear the urgency in Sosa's tone, and in a hurry, she actually pulled Bishop Ronis in, you must know that such a face-to-face questioning is definitely a great disrespect to the clergy, and if she is investigated, she will immediately have to suffer a little.

Bishop Ronis, however, still hid his face in a wide cloak, as if he had not heard anything—Sousa was telling the truth.

In fact, in his heart, he did not approve of His Majesty's decision, but due to his status, it was inconvenient for him to stand up and oppose it, so naturally he would not pursue Sosa's disrespect.

"The paladins are in front, the crusade and halberdiers are echoing on both sides, the sharpshooters and monks are in the back, the royal griffin and the holy archangels are raiding the enemy archers and mage teams, the barbarians are only twenty ghostly beasts in total, but we have the protection of twenty-five holy archangels, this is not a soldier in vain!

"But......" Sosa wanted to argue about something, but he didn't want Rien to pull out the saber from his waist with a bang, and when the conference table made of the hardest silver fir wood broke in two in front of him, Sosa could only let out a helpless sigh.

She knew it was useless to say anything more.

In fact, excluding the disadvantages of the battlefield, Sosa was very able to understand why His Majesty was so irritable, and even she was angry when she heard that Count Rod Hart took advantage of the emptiness of the royal capital to stage a coup d'état, imprisoned His Majesty's most beloved Princess Catherine, and threw herself on the side of the necromancer.

Although she never thought that Rodhart was a good person and had always been at odds with him, she never thought that the other party was actually a pawn of Tiga buried in Erathia, and it was hidden so deeply!

Today, almost all of Erathia's armies are confronting the barbarians on the Brakaton Plains, and the domestic defense force is almost in a vacuum, and even if the nobles everywhere want to be King, they have no strength to compete with Rodhart.

Although the army he brought back to the royal capital from Castle Harmondale was small, he perfectly captured the time lag when His Majesty had no time to get out, but until now Sousa couldn't understand why Rodhart did it.

In the Kingdom of Erathia, he was almost one of the few nobles with real power, and although he only had the title of earl, his actual power was almost the same as that of a duke, and if Rodhart's purpose was to usurp the throne, she would not believe it anyway.

That is by no means a brainless person, it is impossible not to know, even if he succeeds temporarily, once the army returns home victorious, it will be his death.

The only thing he can hope for is that the army has been stalemate with the barbarians on the Brakaton Plains or even the whole army, only then can his short-lived regime survive, but from the current battlefield situation, both armies are unable to eat each other in one bite, even if they force a decisive battle to the end, they can only win a crushing victory, and this result is unacceptable to both Ryan and Tanan, so the warring sides will stalemate for so long.

The ideal outcome would be for each side to leave a part of their armies and then tacitly retreat, reducing the level of war to the point of a small-scale border conflict, after all, the daily supply of food and grass consumed by the large army outside is an astronomical amount, and a long war is equally unbearable for the newly founded Erathia and the impoverished barbarian empire.

Another thing that Sosa didn't say was that although after a long prayer Attis sent a new holy archangel for them, giving them a slight advantage in ultimate combat power, there were still more than a dozen ultimate hydras brought from Tatalia in the barbarian army, which was also a terrifying combat force that could not be ignored.

However, Rodhart's actions completely angered His Majesty Ryan, and he was desperate to fight a decisive battle with the barbarians and then lead his troops back to clean up the gates.

Thinking of this, Sosa wanted to say something again, but Rien angrily flicked his robe sleeves and walked towards the barracks outside the door, not giving her a chance to speak.

In the atmosphere where one side was anxious for a decisive battle and the other side was waiting for a decisive battle, more than a dozen illuminated balls of light that emitted a dazzling light like the scorching sun slowly rose into the night sky, and on the vast grassland that was dispersed from darkness, a torrent of blue and white steel and the barbarian bull team collided with each other.

No one could stop it, and the night had torn open its gentle disguise, revealing the hideous fangs that hid behind it.

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