Serena entered Bracada's army through the Empire's special conscription channel.

Gifted with extraordinary magical talents, she became a true magician at a very young age, and until then, she had been taught by the great mentor Eschel in the Guild of Magic, and when her teacher came to ask her if she would like to serve in Bracada's army, Serena did not hesitate to say yes.

Why not?

When she knew that she was going to deal with the hated savages, and in the days when she had neglected to return home after she became a magician, these brutal bandits raided her hometown, brutally hanging her parents in the square in the middle of the town, with those she had once known.

To this day, her parents cried under the blades and wailed in the flames, and the sound of hammers shattering bones and axe blades slicing tendons, and wrangling and panting on the gallows often tormented her nightmares.

If there was any chance that she could take revenge on the barbarians, Serena swore she would do whatever it takes.

Now was the opportunity she had been waiting for.

As the most outstanding student of Archmage Esquire, and also a red-robed archmage of the twelfth level, she was entrusted with important tasks as soon as she joined the army.

Her Majesty had personally received her and placed a vanguard in her hands, she had heard that His Excellency Brandon, the chief archmage of the court, had lost His Majesty's trust, but she did not expect this to be true.

Her Majesty ordered her to lead the gods-blessed army to Krurod to hold back the barbarian advance before the follow-up army arrived, but Serena wanted more than that.

She decided to give the foolish barbarians a taste of the flames of magical wrath and make them pay with their lives for their crimes, and for this she continued after crossing the territory of the Duke of Winston, but strangely, none of the barbarians showed up in her marching path.

It stands to reason that she should have encountered the barbarian legion a week ago.

Even if Tartaglia's hydra moves slowly in the desert, it should be faster than the short-legged snow elves.

This strange situation made Serena realize that something must have happened, and it was only after the scouts returned that she realized that the leader of the barbarians had made such a stupid decision.

He actually chose to fight on two fronts, and after capturing two strongholds, he not only did not march towards Bracada, but went north to provoke Erathia's edge.

Is this a contempt and mockery of the people of Bracada?

And now that Tanan's army has been dragged by the king of Erathia, Ryan Geffenhardt, on the vast plains of Brakaton, and is mired in a decisive battle, how can he resist his own army, which appears behind him like a divine soldier?

"Abandon the baggage! Full speed ahead!"

Serena swung the whip in her hand fiercely.

Wait, you lowly, stupid savages, and I'll give you a taste of what hell is the horror of.

...........................

There was a clear touch of the riding gun in his hand piercing into the flesh.

Even though these brutes claimed to be the most terrifying creatures in the swamp, when the cold tip of the spear pierced their eye sockets, the huge inertia instantly burst the eyeballs, pierced the brain marrow, and then pierced through the back of the skull, bringing out patches of yellow and white that exuded heat and fishy smell.

Maurice was at the forefront of the steel torrent, and although she was the chief of His Majesty's guard, her martial arts were never below or even surpassed by her sister.

She lowered her body and tucked the tail of the gun under her armpit, and she didn't stop because she had pierced the head of a brute bull, and she couldn't do that.

The inertia of the charge gradually stopped when the carcass of the bull slipped off her spear due to the lubrication of the brain and the shaking of the charge, and she stabbed the three bulls again and an open space appeared in front of them.

At this time, more than a thousand holy horsemen led by her had already penetrated the battlefield and appeared on the opposite hillside.

There were still more than 900 knights left, and behind them was a broad road paved with bloody brains and corpses.

"Torn, trampled, crushed, for Erathia!"

Morris raised his rifle in his hand and slowly turned his horse's head, the rear team became the front team, and the steel torrent once again launched a charge against the battlefield below the mountain.

"Long live the King!"

Sosa stood at the forefront of the New Crusade and roared, as Erathia's generals always did, and they inspired the courage of their troops with their leading soldiers and fearless battle cry, which was undoubtedly more effective than any slogan.

When the soldiers raise their eyes in the middle of a bloody battle and see their generals always in front of them instead of behind them, the strength lost by fierce fighting and heart overload will instantly return to their bodies.

The general is the banner, it is the soul of the army, as long as the soul does not disperse, then even if this army encounters the Shura field, it will condense into a sharp sword and finally kill hell.

Under the fierce onslaught of the Erathians, the barbarian warriors began to feel the pressure increase sharply, dozens of hydras had just appeared on the edge of the battlefield, and the central legion was already showing signs of rout.

"Looks like your army needs some help. ”

At Tanan's side, the black-robed man casually took off his hood, revealing a face with a gentle smile, which was steady and solid, as if he had been born to be fixed to his facial features in that way.

The corners of his mouth tilted upward, his slightly drooping eyes, his gently twitching nose and his black eyes seemed to keep smiling no matter how difficult it was.

"It's a gesture of friendship, to show our respect for the warriors. ”

Before Tanan could reply, Elson's mouth began to chant a spell.

"Sleeping Mother Earth, gentle Earth Elemental Spirit......" His voice was as warm as jade, long but magnetic, in stark contrast to his raised arms that were as white as withered branches.

"Obey my call and become the armor of the warriors, and grant them the blessings of the earth, while cursing my enemies, so that they will be overwhelmed by the endless mire, and they will not be able to run. ”

"The Great Law of Slowness, the Body Protector Shield, and the Body Protector Stone Skin. ”

As Elson's spell was completed, the battlefield beneath their feet began to churn.

Large blocks of mud rose from the ground and attached themselves to the ogres in the form of armor, causing them to flow with an earthy yellow sheen.

The earthy yellow streamers didn't make the ogre warriors feel the slightest increase in their burden, but when the enemy's blades fell on them again, they only splattered up a thick cloud of dust, and didn't hurt the real tendons.

At the same time, Sosa and her crusaders only felt that the gravity under their feet had increased several times in an instant, and each step was like walking in a swamp, requiring several times more strength than usual.

The sudden contrast greatly invigorated the ogre warrior's momentum, and soon the two legions at the front of the battlefield were attacking and defending, the iron rods and axes in the ogre's hands were whirring, and Sosa's ears began to fill his ears with the sound of the warriors smashing their skulls and sternums and blood hitting their armor and shields.

"Bishop Ronis. ”

Even as His Majesty the King, he couldn't directly reprimand the high-ranking clergy who served the God of War, so when the changes on the battlefield fell into Ryan's eyes, he immediately sent a request to the Excellency beside him.

"I see it, Your Majesty. ”

As the highest clergy in the army, Ronis's presence not only reflects the church's support for His Majesty's southern expedition, but also shows Ryan's determination to win the battle.

"Ardis, the only true God of war and justice, your servant humbly praises your holy name, and I will dedicate my life to serving you as Lord to cast out evil and sweep away heresy for you, and I beseech you to send down the light here, show your wrath and strength, let your warriors fight bravely, and let all evil spirits be dissipated!"

The clouds broke through the sunrise, and a divine and indescribable divine light fell from the sky, as if an angelic Sanskrit sound fell from the sky, and it was like an endless war song coming from the ancient sky.

"Pray. ”

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