"But......" Hu Yang leaned down, and he clearly saw the blood splattered from every Demon Wing Legion soldier who was hit by the arrow, the broken limbs, and the battle flag that fell to the ground—this qiē was so realistic that it was impossible to disguise Cheng Dù, the air was filled with the smell of blood, and the decline of defeat spread through the Demon Wing Legion like a plague. In turn, the defenders of Xuantian Dao let out fanatical cries of victory and contemptuous whistles, and they all laughed loudly at the Demon Wing Legion that was so weak.

"That's what it's called, smug laughter, isn't it?" the corners of Eleonor's mouth curled, the staff in his hand burned with an eerie glow, and the pervasive magic field made the expressions of the warriors who had been specially trained in camouflage more realistic.

But amid the roar of the last warlord of the army and the click of the falling swords, the chaotic Demon Wing Legion still squirmed towards the hard granite walls of Xuantian Dao. Waves of arrows rained incessantly, and before long, huge bursting fireballs or lightning bolts of all colors fell exactly towards the densest parts of the army. Suddenly, the speed of casualties of the Demon Wing Legion increased dramatically. It seems that it will not be long before the Demon Wing Legion that defeated the Holy Emperor Knights will be wiped out. Hu Yang's breathing became short, he knew that now that the morale of the enemy army had been broken, if the city gate was opened at this time and the whole army charged, the Demon Wing Legion would definitely not be left with a single piece of armor. It had not been such a simple victory for many years - such an obvious flaw that the mind of Hu Yang, who had been carried away by the fanatical victory of more than 40,000 defenders, did not make a clear judgment at the first time, and began to consider the absurd idea of opening the door and charging the whole army.

"Master Narus, I think even if I don't charge in whole formation. You-"

The Great Wizard of Nales beside Hu Yang hardened there like a sculpture, and the vitality had completely dissipated at some point, but there was not a trace of scar in sight.

"It's really exciting. Orka looks a little heartbroken!"

A clear female voice sounded behind Hu Yang, and this cold voice instantly extinguished all Hu Yang's enthusiasm for fighting. He struggled to gather his fighting spirit for many years and turned around, but found that the meridians around his body seemed to be blocked, and his body no longer seemed to belong to him.

"You—You're just—"

"You won't recognize Orca. Orka smiled and floated to Poplar's side, "As the first Terran commander Orka killed, Orka wants to know what you want to say. ”

Poplar turned his head with difficulty, barely able to see Orka's seemingly innocent, delicate face.

"Me. I think...... We can come to an agreement—"

Orka glanced to the other side, there was some chaotic Demon Wing Legion and Demon Wing soldiers screaming in a pool of blood, neatly like a machine, completely ignoring the never-ending rain of arrows and magic cover. Like a giant spider, he easily climbed the smooth city wall, breaking the holes in the wall with his hand. The black-clad Winged Soldier burrowed into the tower, and all he could see was the torn Defenders being thrown out of the window.

The lilac granite suddenly has a brilliant color.

"That's really exciting, isn't it?" Orka said with a chuckle. Fingers moved slightly. At the same time, under the horrified gaze of the poplar, Ibehe rode a black war horse more than two meters high, and held up a huge red background flag with one hand, embroidered with a pair of huge wings. And above the flag, red flames burned violently.

"Flaming Flag...... You-you're going to slaughter ...... city."

Orka's smile deepened, "Orka is not here to get a piece of treaty contract paper for origami airplanes, but to get victory. ”

Her cold, slender left hand caressed Populus's spine. Hu Yang found that his vision suddenly began to darken, and he heard the last voice of Orka, a slightly shy voice:

"After the victory. Orka will return all the wasters of her resources to their ancestors......"

Hu Yang's tall body collapsed at this moment, and behind Orka's flowing officer uniform were ten artificial beings without arms, but with wings sharper than gold and iron. From the first second of the beginning of the battle to the end of the present day, not a single living ordinary soldier noticed the three hundred and thirty-seven officers whose spines had been severed by invisible gray feathers.

This year marks the 370th year since the accession of the modern Holy Emperor Shinas, so it is the 370th year of the swan in the continental calendar.

This year may go down in history, and it may be selectively forgotten by future generations of historians because of the shame brought to mankind by the comeback of the demon race.

In October 370, the Holy Emperor Knights, who had been the First Knights of Osiria for nearly a thousand years, were crushed by the 70,000 Demon Wing soldiers under the command of Orka, the former commander of the Dark Legion, who had been hidden in Edelstein for 500 years, and less than a third of the excellent knights managed to return to their homeland. Throughout history, the Holy Emperor Knights have only been able to defeat the Holy Land five hundred years ago - but behind the sheer number of battle losses, there is a fundamental difference. Five hundred years ago, although the Knights of the Moon under Emperor Arya were killed and wounded in the battle to defend the Holy Land, no one would doubt the strength and spirit of the fierce First Knights, because they were still able to inflict heavy losses on the enemy in the dizzying comparison of enemy and enemy forces. In the battle of Edelstan Pingchuan, the world-renowned Holy Emperor Knights only inflicted less than 10% minor injuries on the other side at a terrible rate of two-thirds of the battle losses.

This battle shattered not only the heavy armor of the Holy Emperor Knights, but also the glory and prestige of the Holy Emperor Knights that had lasted for thousands of years.

Therefore, for some time after the end of this tragic battle, the matter was not known to the general public. Whether it was the Holy Emperor Knights, the Imperial Government of the Holy Land, or even the Holy Cult, which had been hostile to the Holy Land for many years, they all kept a deliberate silence on this matter. Because, no matter what, the Holy Emperor Knights are an important spiritual pillar of the human race, and when they learn that this pillar has been broken, the uneasiness and even chaos they will cause will undoubtedly give a double increase in material and spiritual strength to the lethality of the elite legion led by a demon.

But that's just the beginning.

Tagaus, a tall black-winged cadre, waved down the small black flag in his hand with an expressionless face.

A deafening sonorous sound followed.

For these immediate targets, the Demon Wing Legion will not waste expensive lutetium crystal resources at all. Three thousand soldiers in light uniforms. In his hands, he held a steel crossbow painted black. With the pull of the trigger, the black arrow disappeared from the hard crossbow in an instant, and then appeared on the body of the target below. Piercing with ease, barbed arrows dangling clumps of flesh before sinking into the soaked fertile soil.

In the midst of the screams, the angry scolding and begging for mercy that had been mixed not long ago gradually faded away, and soon, the screams would also fade, and all that remained was the rich fragrance that could not be dissolved in the breeze.

At least. Tagaus thinks so.

There was nothing unusual about his flat facial features, and he stood at the top of the Black Wings with his ruthlessness and determination. One of the soldiers, whose name has been forgotten, once said that at the foot of every step Tagors walked. There is a pair of shattered white bones that have been stepped on.

He took a deep breath again, and the disgusting bloody breath brought a look of enjoyment to Tagors. His gaze caught on an old woman struggling to squirm towards the closed door, and with a wave of his hand, a black-gold fighting light flashed. The dying old woman was lifted high by the light of the vindictiveness. A vague human figure was left on the gate, which had been destroyed and the prototype could not be seen.

It's finally over.

Tagors flew down the walls. Surrounded by barbed wire and wooden barricades with steel spikes are civilians living in Xuantian Dao and the five surrounding Xiongguan - corpses who have now been deprived of their right to remain intact.

The Magic Wing Legion soldiers, who have been brainwashed since childhood, will not have the slightest mental fluctuation about this, and the bloodthirsty Tagos looked at the sea of corpses and blood in front of him, and his heart repeatedly surged with inexplicable pleasure. The other cadres were madly enthusiastic about carrying out Orka-sama's orders, and when they looked at the Shura field in front of them, they were not much worse than Tagauss.

The 200,000 Terrans, Orcs, and warriors and military families belonging to various races of the Griva Empire became the first sacrifices of the Demon Wing Legion to set off the bloody chapter.

Two hundred thousand living lives were easily crushed into powder in the trembling of Orka's slender fingertips.

The numb soldiers jumped down the tower with their commanders and pulled out their steel bolts from the corpses that had been shattered by their ballistas. With their movements. More blood and corpses were tossed, and all sorts of tooth-aching sounds echoed across the fertile soil. The result of the pleading eyes of the undead civilians was a military dagger piercing the brain from the eye socket.

The white gloves of the black-clad soldiers quickly turned red, then an eerie white, and finally an inky crimson, indistinguishable from their black coats.

The crowd of corpses at the broken gates was particularly numerous, often with a single crossbow arrow capable of piercing the bodies of a dozen humans. They all died on the way to the faint hope, many of them mothers protecting their children, but no amount of great spiritual bodies could stop the emotionless crossbow arrows.

For a moment, the breath of death and life was balanced. With a wave of his hand, the pile of corpses in front of him fell to both sides, and the broken gate collapsed, splashing large flakes of blood.

Tagos didn't say a word, and his tall body suddenly sank and fell to one knee. Leaves distinct marks on the land contaminated with blood into a variety of exotic colors.

Behind him, thousands of demon-winged soldiers either knelt on one knee with their commander, or gave a standard military salute from a distance.

Orka Shipbaneswan stood at the south gate of Xuantian Dao, the shadow of her petite and slender body stretched by the twilight sun for a long time, but the straight back and the looming gray air flow coiled around her, giving the thousands of soldiers behind her the feeling of being overwhelmed.

"Na...... It's Tagos......" Orka tilted her cheek slightly, the setting sun left a glimmer of gold on her silver sideburns, "Orka believes that only you, who have completed the task, will appear behind Orka." ”

Tagaus's deep voice rumbled: "Lord Hui, the mission is complete." Ten miles away, there is no longer a living person except our army. ”

"This is not bad news, but killing people is just a means for us. Our aim is to destroy Griva's will and allow them to bring the terrible plague to every corner of Osiria. Then I can give my partners the perfect chance to make a comeback. Orka's voice became quieter and quieter, and Tagors didn't dare to step forward to listen, "You used to be helping Orka. Let me do it now......"

Perhaps, with the tacit understanding between the Holy Land and the Holy Religion, the defeat of the Holy Emperor Knights can still be covered up. But when a piece of paper with a thick smell of blood drifted out of Grivar's black mist to the world, all the cover was torn without limit under the panic of any life instinct, and was magnified again and again in public opinion, and the five hundred years of Osiria of delicate peace were fiercely cut into a deep wound that could be seen to the bone.

Orka's crisp voice was also distorted into a demonic voice in the crimson storm.

The army of 70,000 Demon Wings easily tore through the defenses of the Burial Heaven Mountain Range, which had not been broken through by the Osilian Empire and the Earth Holy Sect for five hundred years, wherever it went. All that remains is the silence of ruins and death. On the first day, the Grihua Empire, basking in the shock of its former glory being suddenly erased, lost 200,000 people out of thin air, when the sun went down the next day. The blockade of news can no longer withstand the hoarse catharsis of survivors who have escaped a way out. And at this moment, 200,000 pieces of dust fell from Orka's slender fingertips.

On the third day, the Grihua reserve was the first to collapse, and the front-line troops suffered from strong paranoia in a panic. So much so that when the shadow of the Demon Wing Legion appeared. There were many strange voices in Grihua's military formation. Several tribal legions of fierce orcs tried to shatter the myth of zero casualties of the Demon Wing Legion, but the 100,000 miscellaneous army singing majestic war songs mysteriously disappeared in their path, and no one knew what had happened. The numerical superiority has been completely ignored by the technological superiority, and with the poor military uniform of the Orc army of the Griva Empire, even if the number of standing armies is doubled, it will be difficult to hurt the Demon Wing Legion.

In this way, the black demon army penetrated the resistance forces of the Grivar Empire along the way in a brazen posture in a straight line. The sharp black endpoint plunged straight into Grihua's hinterland at a speed of one hundred and fifty kilometers a day, not fast but unstoppable. Under this irresistible force, the owner of the Greva Empire, Sovien, had to make the effort to recover all the nomadic tribes of the Empire north of Nanyang City - and it took a lot of effort for the Grevar Empire to reconcile these dissenting races in the first time. But after the Demon Wing Legion engulfed a large tribe of 100,000 orcs. All the complaints immediately fell silent, and the gathering speed was recycled to the north of Nanyang City with an unprecedented record. Most of them began to return to Gyeonggi and defend the Gyeonggi Division.

And the Demon Wing Legion seemed to be unable to see this, and still stabbed directly at Nanyang City with a straight ray according to the original marching method and speed.

The Grivar Empire's bet was right, they risked that the Demon Wing Legion would most likely bypass Nanyang City and choose a weaker northern and southern defense line to attack, and the Demon Wing Legion still followed the original straight line of march. This made the extremely anxious Sovien sigh for a while, and then asked many strong and elite troops of the Grivar Empire to urgently transfer to Nanyang City, hoping to truly contain the advance of the Demon Wing Legion here-

They only considered the undefeated, and in the panic of the people, no one imagined the scene of the historic Nanyang City turning into an artistic black charcoal after the defeat.

Nanyang City, which was hastily preparing for the battle, ushered in perhaps his last dusk in this afternoon.

Nanyang, located in the hinterland of the middle line of the Grihua Plain, obliquely adjacent to the central mountain range, is a landmark city dividing the north and south of the Grihua Plain. To the north of Nanyang, there are mostly beast tribes that maintain the remnants of primitive hunting tribes. Although nominally part of the citizens of the Grivar Empire, Thorvien's edict was not very binding on them. And to the south of Nanyang, there is a much more stable demon tribe than the unruly beast clan in the north. Of course, five hundred years ago, those elite races of the demon race had been killed and injured in the First Patriotic War, and five hundred years of time had not allowed the elite races of these demon races to recover - of course, part of the reason was that the number of elite races was too small back then, and it was difficult to get rid of the consequences of the degeneration of the bloodline covering each other in this long period of time. Another part of the reason is that even a new empire like Grivar can hardly claim to have absolute control over the elite of the demon race, which was once invincible. At present, the vast majority of all the demon races south of Nanyang are ordinary races that do not belong to the blood moon clan or the night death clan.

The capital of the Grivar Empire is less than 300 miles away from Nanyang, so Nanyang can be said to be the last barrier of Grihua's heart.

Therefore, because of this, the monarch Soveen has gathered all the strength he can mobilize to defend Nanyang, and will never let a single soldier of the Demon Wing Legion step through the central mountain range.

But at the same time, he didn't gather any strong people or troops from the demon race. As the monarch, he knew quite well that the enemy he was facing was a former demon supreme. He didn't dare to risk whether the Demon Supreme had a special ability to restrain the former clansmen, not to mention, in recent years, the seemingly docile Demon Clan had not bowed to the edict as much as he had been. Only the human troops stationed outside the Imperial City could he dare to be very sure.

At this time, the trembling of the earth seems to have begun to change from the initial chaos to a mechanical regularity. Standing at the highest point of Nanyang, the elven royal clan with extremely keen senses could also clearly detect this detail.

Nanyang City guarded Lu Wan tremblingly and shrank at the back of the city, he did not have much strength himself, he really couldn't resist the looming pressure of the real strong and the innate majesty of those in high positions.

Standing at the forefront, an elf seemed to be shrouded in a pale crystal shard, a translucent silk cloak fluttering behind her in the faint breeze. Her long, golden-green hair was tied with a vibrant flower branch, adding warmth to the dry air around her. The tall body was wrapped in a layer of light armor like a work of art, and it seemed to be a gorgeous pattern woven from thin lines drawn from sapphires, which could not hide its owner's half-elegant and awe-inspiring royal temperament.

Behind her, there were several other elves. But their light was completely suppressed by the majesty of the Elf King, and from the bottom of the city, the Elf King Mercedes had become the core of Nanyang City.

Dozens of miles away, Legion Leader Orka could also feel the disgusting aura peculiar to the Elven royal family. Her expressionless eyes narrowed slightly, and the cane in her hand emitted a pale gray airflow.

Orka hovered like the wind in the front of the Demon Wing Legion, and beside her were several important cadres of the Black Wings.

"They look like they're hooked, right?" Orka's voice cut through the cacophony of horses' hooves.

Hereonor immediately bowed his head and replied yes.

"How long can the lutetium crystal resources last?"

"It depends on how far you want to get the casualty rate. The energy in our lutetium crystal is running out, and if we continue to consume it like before, I guess there will be very little left after this battle. ”

Orka nodded indifferently, "How is the situation of the mage group now?"

"Because these days they have overdrawn their spirits and instilled magic into the lutetium crystals, most of them have already fallen ill. ”

Orka was a little silent this time around.

"Put all the Twilight Dew in stock to use. We can't keep it this time, and—" Orka raised her purple eyes toward the already contoured Nanyang City and the steep mountains beside it, "—Orka knows that there are so many magicians out there, so why should we waste our resources?"

Orka waved his hand, and Eleonor and the other Blackwing higher-ups instantly disappeared into the chaos of black.

Evan ...... What an irony, how do you react when you see him?dear elf king?" (To be continued......