The forests of Turalea, which are full of spring all year round, are greeted by a violent storm.

Ears of wheat broke through the clouds and fell madly towards the earth in a suicidal manner, making a 'tuk-tuk' sound like a hammer striking as they hit the earth and tree trunks, and then splashed into more and smaller splashes, like the bitter weeping of this verdant forest.

In such weather, there was still a huge army marching through the forest.

In the fury of nature, even Pegasus and Elven warriors had to let their feet fall into the mud, the great deadwood warriors struggled to move, and the unicorns walked silently at the end of the procession.

A ruined wall appeared on the right side of the road, and the collapsed wooden houses and broken hedges looked like irregular tombstones, and the dark brown blood stains on them had long since dried up and merged into the bamboo and wood lines, and even such heavy rain could not wash them away.

This is the ninth village that Elisha passed through on the tenth day of his departure from the City of Fortune.

He had not encountered a single living being.

"How much longer?"

Elisha frowned deeply on the unicorn's back, his silkworm-like eyebrows tightly tangled together, two black flames in his pupils full of wisdom.

It was anger, and sorrow.

"Out of the valley ahead, you'll be in Hammondale in half a day. "Ellis is a good patrol leader, he had explored the road many times long before the army set out, and when he first passed through the village, the warm blood was still running on the ground, but there was not a single corpse in sight.

"Camp in the valley ahead, send sentries to Hammondale to reconnoiter the situation, and wait for the army to rest before setting out. "Alisha made a decision.

"But Your Excellency, shouldn't you be the first to rush to Hammonddale?"

Hearing this order, Ellis was a little anxious, the original battle plan was to rush to the aid of Hammondale at all costs, for which they even insisted on a rapid march for three days in this pouring rain, why did they slow down when they arrived?

"That's it, carry out the order. ”

Alisha was a little tired, and the thousands of people in the villages along the way were slaughtered without leaving a single corpse, which meant that the enemy had added thousands of skeleton warriors, and they were delayed for another ten days on the journey.

Judging by this, when they arrived in Hammondal, it was very likely that they would no longer be faced with the griffin banner of Erathia, but with an army of the undead who had a good time to go.

Because there was news before this, the king of Erathia had transferred most of the army of Hammondale Castle to the southern front to fight the barbarians, and with the existing strength in the castle, it would definitely not be able to stop the army of the necromancer like a heavy mountain.

He couldn't let the forest warriors fight the undead legions with their tired bodies, it was his duty as commander.

A group of golden shadows flew through the sky, and the rain that fell became gentler under their blessings.

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The blade shook, and the feeling of flesh being torn and pierced was transmitted through the cold blade to the palm of the arm, and then through the shoulder to the neck and into the brain, and the bright red blood sprayed onto the face armor, and the neighing of the war horse and the screams of the enemy continued to inspire the courage to charge.

It wasn't until the ground beneath him was covered with the stumps of werewolves and monitor lizards that Sosa realized that there was no enemy in front of him.

Her strong heart throbbed violently in her chest, and she couldn't stop gasping for breath from the thrill of killing and glory.

"For Erathia!"

The lizardman's arrows clanged against her shield, resuming the killing music for her.

Behind her, thousands of crusaders shouted 'Long live the kingdom' and bravely rushed towards the ogre legions in front of them.

Under the sky, the two lines, one white and one green, were tightly entangled like twisted flowers, and time became the common enemy of both sides, harvesting countless lives rampantly every second.

More than a dozen miles away from the entire battlefield, the two men stood on top of a low hill and looked at each other silently, as if they could see the flames in each other's eyes through the blood-filled space.

But in fact, there was nothing in their eyes except the billowing smoke of gunpowder and the army that crushed each other like a meat grinder.

The dull and long sound of trumpets once again enveloped the entire battlefield, one long and two short, a signal for the barbarians to march.

And as the trumpet fell, a large number of black shadows suddenly appeared on the high ground on the west side where the two armies intertwined, and thousands of wild cattle and bison were driven by the beast tamers to condense into a shadow of death.

The ground shook, and the herd of brutes roared and charged towards the infantry corps on the right flank of the Erathia army.

"Your Majesty!"

Marksman Commander Welskye hurried behind Ryan.

She had fought against the Tatarian army, and naturally knew that a team of thousands of spearmen would never be able to withstand the onslaught of the brutes, and her team of sharpshooters was now behind the protection of the phalanx of spearmen.

If the infantry phalanx were to be scattered, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Adric!" Ryan's face was as usual, as the lord of the country, he was also a very good commander, how could he be defenseless against such a flank raid on the battlefield.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Adric shouted his orders and left, only to see a large black shadow soar from the rear of the Erathian army, and the griffon legions that covered the sky screamed towards the Tatarian herd.

"Maurice!" Ryan called out another name, and a female general with a face eight points similar to that of the deceased cavalry commander Taria, but none other than her twin sister.

The two sisters joined Erathia's army together, and were known for their superb horsemanship and excellent strategic command, but the sharp Maurice was clearly more likable to Rien than Taria's mute silence.

The different personalities led to the two sisters' very different destinies, with Maurice following Ryan as the chief knight of the guard, while Taria joined Rod Hart's expeditionary force to the forefront of the war, eventually dying.

"Gather the Holy Knights, as long as those brute bulls slow down and crush them!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The blazing fire burned in Maurice's eyes, and her sister's sacrifice did not seem to have much effect on her, and in her loud reprimand, more than a thousand paladins completed their armor and spears with the help of their minions, and as soon as the time for war came, they would turn into a merciless torrent of steel and rush into battle.

Crush all the enemies that stand in their way.

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Tanan stared blankly at the battlefield in the distance, and to be honest, the battle was not what he expected.

Originally, his plan was to capture the city of treachery and slowly encroach on the land of Erathia, plundering resources and slaves to replenish his army, and when the necromancer of Hammondale besieged the royal city of Castelos in Erathia from the north, he swung his army from the south to complete the joint attack with Sandru.

But the arrival of Geffenhardt's army put the decisive battle, which should have taken place months later, directly in front of him, and it was his army alone.

Even if he can win in the end, the price he will have to pay will be dearly.

It can even be said that unless he wins this war with very low losses, then he is defeated, but judging from the comparison of the military strength of the two sides, unless the commander of Erathia is a stupid pig, this possibility is absolutely non-existent.

Because his target was not Erathia, but the vast empire of Bracada to the east, his army would inevitably face a long period of recuperation after the war, but he also knew that the Bracada would not give him another chance.

"Let the Hydra team join the battlefield and destroy the Crusaders of the Erathians. ”

In any case, the war has reached this point, and the two sides are like two giant pythons biting each other's tails, and it is impossible to retreat.

The brave wins when they meet on a narrow road, and now all that remains is the competition of the will of the battlefield.

And the barbarians are never short of will.

...... This should be two hundred and eleven chapters that can't be changed if you make a mistake, but it doesn't affect the reading haha.