"Let me go. No one knows Warcraft better than I do. I've hunted dozens of monsters in the Colosseum, and I know how to deal with them. Francis's expression was still grim, but his tone was eager.

Prince Golden's face showed a hint of hesitation, but he immediately regained his firmness: "Your Excellency, let Francis be in charge of this operation." ”

Vasilist muttered for only a brief moment before giving the order: "Major Francis, I order you to lead the general reserve to attack. Kill all enemies that attack the camp, whether it's a monster or a barbarian. ”

"I'll let them shed their last drop of blood!or my last drop of blood!!" Francis punched himself in the chest.

"Bring the Guards with you. Golden said.

"No, His Royal Highness's safety is more important than anything else. Francis turned his horse's head and raised his arms and shouted: "General reserves, follow me!"

The flag of the Legion suddenly became empty, except for Prince Golden, Captain Vasilist, and the two magicians, as well as the staff officers of the Legion Headquarters, as well as a large group of the Royal Forest Army and a large group of the Legion Captain's Guard.

In front and behind, there were earth-shattering shouts of killing.

"Your Excellency, what are you going to do next?" asked Prince Golden.

"Now, nothing has to be done, nothing can be done. Vasiliste still sat up straight on his horse, "War is like gambling, and the troops are the chips in the hands of the commanders. Now that the last chip has been thrown on the table. What else can the gambler do? Perhaps all he can do is pray to the Lord God. ”

"The Lord God is always on our side. Golden said.

"Maybe!" Vasiliste nodded slightly, as if he remembered something, "Ah! besides praying, there is one more thing that I, a gambler, can do, and that is to cheer for myself before the cards are opened." ”

"Huh?" Gordon raised his eyebrows in confusion.

Vasiliste did not explain, but stretched out his hand and said to his orderly: "Bring me my gold number." ”

A golden horn was handed to Vasilist, the material and shape of this horn were very different from ordinary military horns, and it was not ordinary at first glance.

"Thirty years ago, when I first joined the army, I was a trumpeter. Vasilist explained to the prince as he brought the golden horn to his lips.

Then, a rich pale green glow emerged from his body, and the brilliance was not inferior to that of the Great Fighter Francis Knight.

Gao Ge was injured.

While cutting off the head of the fifth brute, he was also stabbed in the left shoulder with his opponent's short sword.

But Gao Ge didn't feel any pain at all, just felt numb, hot, and wet.

The injury unexpectedly made Gao Ge throw away the last trace of timidity in battle, and he felt this wound, which made him completely become a veteran.

Parrying, ramming, slashing, and stabbing, Gao Ge fought like a veteran, becoming more and more sophisticated.

Suddenly, a loud sound of military trumpets swept across the stalemate battlefield, and it was difficult to describe the wonder of this sound, which obviously came from afar, but seemed to be blowing in the ears of every soldier.

Gao Ge felt that under the suppression of this trumpet, the earth-shattering shouts and killing sounds around him seemed to have disappeared, and only the agitation horn that reached the depths of his soul was left in his ears.

Fatigue and fear were blown away by the sound of the trumpet, and only infinite determination and volcanic courage were left in my heart.

"It's the sound of a golden trumpet, a golden trumpet that only a legion commander can sound!"

"It's the Legion Commander who is calling us. ”

"The Legion Commander is cheering us on!"

"For the Legion, for the Golden Griffin, charge!"

"Charge! Tear apart the enemy's defenses!"

Like a sudden gust of wind blowing through a long-smoldering fire, the battle spirit rose again into the air like a raging flame, emitting a roar of deflagration.

The long-held battle line began to move towards Weishan City, and once it began, it could no longer be contained.

Under the military flag, Golden looked at the figure in front of him who was blowing the military horn with all his might, turned back to the two magicians in gray robes beside him and said, "Two masters, I have you to thank you." ”

"What if we run out of mana and there is a crisis?" asked the white-bearded old magician in a hoarse voice.

"Yes, the royal family hired us this time to protect your safety, Your Royal Highness, and we should always keep this in mind. Another middle-aged magician added.

"I think defeating the enemy as soon as possible is the best protection for me. Golden's tone was calm but firm, "I remember that Archmagist Heman said on his departure that my orders were his will. ”

The two magicians glanced at each other, helplessly lowered their heads and touched their chests with their hands, and said, "As you wish." ”

With that, their mouths began to chant something silently, with a focused and holy expression, as if they were calling for something.

In the mysterious space, a majestic power is being awakened.

Before he knew it, Gao Ge's detachment had rushed to the front of the battle line, and he had forgotten how many brute soldiers he had killed, and he didn't know how many wounds he had suffered, and the blood of the enemy that flowed from the knife soaked the hilt, and he swung it until it slid and skid.

Suddenly, Gao Ge felt the earth shake slightly, and he stumbled, barely standing firmly.

Could it be the illusion caused by excessive physical overdraft and detachment?

But in the next moment, Gao Ge knew that this was not an illusion.

Ten steps away in front of Gao Ge, in the center of the battle line of the barbarian army, the earth suddenly let out a terrible explosion, like tons of explosives buried in the ground were suddenly detonated, a large area of earth rose into the sky, and the dust was full of the terrible screams of the barbarian soldiers.

The wind on the battlefield was very strong, and the dust was scattered, Gao Ge saw a terrifying scene, in front of his eyes, within a range of 100 meters wide and 10 meters deep on the left and right, countless spikes generated from earth and stones, more than one person high, appeared like a forest.

Within this range, all the brutes were pierced through their bodies by at least a few ground spikes, like grasshoppers strung on wooden skewers, wailing, twitching, and bleeding.

"It's magic! it's our magician!" someone reacted and cheered.

This is the first time Gao Ge has seen the most powerful and mysterious force in this world, the power of magic.

Earth Spike, earth magic, can be summoned above the Magister.

In the next instant, the seemingly solid ground spikes collapsed and turned into a cloud of dust, and the brute soldiers covered in blood fell to the ground in groups.

Like a wheat field swept by a scythe, in this area there was no one standing, and the battle line of the brutes was suddenly missing a large chunk.

Immediately after, Gao Ge suddenly felt a tingling pain on the top of his head, which was a feeling of being burned by the high temperature.

In the air, large clusters of sparks began to flicker and flicker, and after a breath, they condensed into a large cloud of fire, and the fire clouds circled and entangled with each other, and after a breath, they turned into a tornado that rose into the sky, a fire tornado formed by flames.

The fire tornado was surrounded by several people, and it was formed right in front of Gao Ge's eyes, and the scorching waves of fire rushed towards him, making him unable to breathe.

Under the blazing heat, with a soft "squeak" sound, the fine hair on his temples turned to ashes, and there was a scorching smell, and the exposed skin quickly lost moisture, stinging like pins and needles.

As soon as the fire tornado was generated, it swept away to the depths of the barbarian front with the sound of wind and thunder, and the ground was scorched black wherever it passed, leaving a terrifying path of fire and smoke.

On this terrifying road, a ghost cried wolf, and as long as the naked barbarians were affected by the fire tornado, they instantly became a piece of roast meat struggling and wailing, and soon turned into a lump of charcoal.

The barbarian army's front finally collapsed, and even the most heroic warriors could not resist the power of heaven and earth, and they swept towards Weishan City like a retreating flood.

"Hold on! They can't cast their magic all the time, hold on!" the cries of the barbarian leaders were like stones thrown into a flood of water, and they did not make any splashes.

The 1st Guerrilla Wing, guided by the Wing Flag, was the first to charge.

"Hooray!"

"Hooray!"

"Hooray!"

The warriors shouted, jumped, and followed their own flags as they marched along the path ploughed by the fire tornado.

The Golden Griffin Legion was boiling, and the various wings scrambled to be the first to charge.

It is a great honor to be the first to plant the flag on the head of the enemy's city, and now is the time to fight for this glory!

But to seize this glory also means a huge risk, and the standard-bearer will always be the object of the enemy's attention.

During the charge, a feather arrow flew out of nowhere and suddenly pierced the neck of the standard-bearer, and he staggered and rushed a few more steps as if he was a little unwilling, and finally fell down.

Another warrior did not hesitate to take the flag, but he only took two steps before he was impaled in the lower abdomen by a brute who was badly wounded and fell to the ground and pretended to be dead.

The third warrior flew forward and re-marched like a relay, but only rushed ten steps before being cut off by a brute who turned back and counterattacked.

......

Weishan City is getting closer and closer.

The retreating barbarians crowded at the only gate of the city, and you fought for it, and you wanted to flee into the city first, but they were crowded into a lump.

The barbarians behind couldn't care so much, and they all raised the long ladder used by the enemy to attack the city before, and scrambled to climb up.

The brute who didn't grab the ladder began to fight the trapped beasts.

Below the city, the Golden Griffin Legion faced the last strong resistance from the enemy.

When another flag bearer fell in front of him, Gao Ge suddenly found that he had become the closest person to the flag of the wing.

The broken standard-bearer stretched out his bloodied hand to Gao Ge, who realized that it was actually Sylman, the officer who had poured him wine.

Sylman seemed to have exhausted his last bit of strength, and handed the military flag to Gao Ge, and a muffled but eager voice came out of his mouth: "Gao Ge...... Warrant officer, today, you proved yourself...... Gallant. I am ...... for yesterday's stupid move Shameful. Please ...... Please forgive me! Please plug it in...... Plug in the city. ”

"You are a warrior, I forgive you Sylman, and I grant your request. Gao Ge held the flag gun of the military flag tightly, and in the wind, the tassel of the military flag swept across his face, and his face was full of solemnity.

Silman shed his last drop of blood in relief.

The corpses on the top of the slope, the broken body of the girl, and the bloody hands of Sylman holding the military flag...... In the end, they all turned into the determination and courage in Gao Ge's eyes.

But for some reason, what finally flashed through his heart was the panic, despair, and deep helplessness that the beautiful barbarian girl suddenly revealed when she looked up and glanced up at her fate.