Just as Greystone City was living a leisurely time in Heqing Haiyan, the cold winter was quietly coming. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Near the city of Bol, a valley.

After half a year of recuperation, this place has also changed from the humble camp at the beginning, and unconsciously, it has become a large-scale camp.

The wooden fence, which is three or four meters high, is built with the famous "iron wood" of the Great Wilderness, which is strong enough to resist any blow of the bronze level, and between the meticulous fences, there are still small openings the size of windows, and it is believed that as long as a few bows and crossbows can produce amazing damage.

Moreover, the periphery is scattered with horse-repellent spikes, and the clever position can effectively avoid the large-scale charge of the cavalry, once the cavalry loses the power to charge, it is like a tiger losing its minions.

Walking into the camp, there are two tall arrow towers out of the main gate, and several shifts of people and horses take turns to change the liner guard every day, and at the same time, two rows of promenade-like camp tents come into view, according to the reinforced appearance, once the main gate of the camp is broken, these two rows of camp tents can form a bloody corridor in an instant.

The interior of the camp, whether it is the stables, storehouses and wells...... Without exception, they were built according to the standard marching scale.

Such a camp, once there is sufficient food reserves, there are not a few thousand troops can not take it, this is still the lowest estimate, if the people in the camp are fully equipped and matched with the right troops, in such a narrow valley, even if there are many people in vain.

"Drink, Ha ......"

At this time, in the camp, a place that seems to be a martial arts training ground, two teams of soldiers are neatly conducting confrontation training.

The shouts of the men on both sides resounded through the valley, and in late autumn, they all sweated like rain, coupled with the solemn style of the camp, full of military scenes.

In the largest camp in the middle of the camp, there was still a dark red armor, covering the whole body, only a pair of eyes were exposed, and the mysterious and powerful Crimson Moon was carefully staring at a secret letter in his hand.

After reading the secret letter, Crimson Moon was speechless for a long time, he raised his head and stared at the scarlet battle flag in front of the camp, and muttered to himself: "Is the day when the flag of Crimson Moon will fly again!"

Immediately, he stood up violently and shouted in a deep voice: "Crimson Moon!

Soon, the entire camp was rapidly assembled at a speed that embarrassed the so-called elite.

The banner hunts, and the cold wind howls.

Looking at the neatly arranged "Crimson Moon Legion", Crimson Moon's eyes were far away, and he stood with his hands in his hands, standing under the blood-colored banner.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the current situation in the Northland is not optimistic! But on the most tragic battlefield, the blood-colored military flag of hundreds of years has not been fluttering, what do you say?"

"Hehe, is it our turn to get out of the station? General, please let us teach that newborn Vitan what is called blood-colored violet, and what is true dreadnought charge. ”

A tall knight went up and said, a heavy sword in his hand was raised high, the pitch-black and heavy sword with the dark red and hideous armor, there was a suffocating sense of oppression.

"The backbone of humanity in the Great Wilderness has not been broken... Finally free from that shameful infamy? My magic has already begun to surge!"

A blood-robed mage muttered to himself, and at the same time, the blood-colored robe stirred up bursts of magical power, looking dangerous and strange.

At this moment, without words, the whole camp was boiling, the fluttering battle flag was never lowered by the cavalry, and the magic crystals of the battle mages who accompanied the army began to produce a huge magic vortex, and the swordsmen drew their swords one after another......

"My legions, Violet warriors! are you ready?"

Crimson Moon asked lightly.

In response to him was a neat "always ready", and at this moment, the Scarlet Legion that once made the Great Wilderness look at it returned again.

With a wave of Crimson Moon's hand, the whole army marched out, and the Scarlet Legion marched to the Northland!

Such an army with a story, even if it bears shame, even if it dies, even if the veterans wither...... They are still ready, they are a spark that, once they reach the Northlands, it is foreseeable that they will quickly raise an elite army strong enough to fight against Vitan.

Because, this is a military army with a military spirit.

Just as the Crimson Moon was moving north, Wang Xiaotian, who was far away in the town of Blackstone, also received a secret letter from Nick.

During this time, Wang Xiaotian lived an extremely fulfilling life every day.

In the morning, after breakfast, he would go to the construction site with nothing to do, and the early morning of autumn often had a chill to the bone, and at this time, the townspeople could often see the big man with black hair and black eyes often jogging to greet the townspeople who went to work.

The townspeople are getting used to the easy-going man, and as the construction of the concrete road draws to a close, the orcs appear more and more frequently, and people don't make such a fuss about the orcs.

At noon, when the sun was warm, Wang Xiaotian would often bask in the sun in the mayor's mansion, and sometimes when he was interested, he would bring out Brandra, who was often immersed in research, to talk about runes and talk about what they had seen.

However, such a peaceful day was shattered by a secret letter from Bouz Gray.

After carefully reading the contents of the secret letter, Wang Xiaotian said calmly: "The west is going to be chaotic. ”

Although Wang Xiaotian had expected it, he didn't expect the turmoil to come so quickly.

Wang Xiaotian has always paid close attention to the war on the western border, and the gray shadow alone has sent three groups to make sure to investigate the war situation on the western border in detail.

According to Buzz's report, there are countless spies who pay attention to the situation in the west, and orc spies like Gray Shadow seem to be uncommon, as far as Wang Xiaotian knows, these three groups of gray shadows in the west have already fought with no less than four waves of spies of forces, if it weren't for Gray Shadow having a large number of rune props carefully prepared by the alliance, the horror would have died long ago.

And at this moment, the news from the gray shadow is exactly the same as Nick's news, and the entire west is about to start chaos completely.

After being blocked on the western border for nearly half a month, the trolls and the Vitan finally couldn't bear it anymore, gathered most of the remnants of the troops that had escaped the battle situation in the northland, and began to clear the western garrison on the main road.

The army left behind by Count Andy was not vegetarian, and they also reacted quickly, and the ruling class in the west was still extremely efficient in the face of foreign enemies, and the major cities sent troops one after another, and a general battle of more than 10,000 people broke out on the border.

"Boss, Gray Shadow sent this desperately!"

Buzz on the side handed over a small crystal in time, and Buz said calmly: "For this thing, two high-grade gray shadows have been sacrificed. ”

Wang Xiaotian's hand shook as he took the thing, and he looked at it calmly with an "um" sound.

This is a "Shadow Stone", which is a rune prop made by Wang Xiaotian, which is simplified from the later rune armament "Echo of Luden", and its function is similar to that of a camera.

I saw Wang Xiaotian holding this "shadow stone" tightly, and soon, shocking pictures began to appear in this stone.