On the night of April 22, the 4th year of the new calendar, the dwarven army that set out from Bird Tail City annihilated more than 50,000 knights of the Trident mercenary group at the cost of nearly 20,000 dead and wounded. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The situation was urgent, and the remaining 10,000 or so dwarven troops did not pursue and kill some of the remnants of the knights who fled southward, but hurriedly assembled and reorganized, leaving a few hundred people to collect the wounded along the way, and then marched west towards the junction of Faemon and Silver Sparrow, which was once known as the Northfall Rebellion.

The villages and towns along the way had all been bloodily slaughtered and looted, and the mercenary group that had just been wiped out by them did not leave enough food or livestock for the latecomers to supply.

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On April 23, the confrontation between the two banks of the Ava River in the Gonta Grassland had lasted for two full days, and the number of mage troops who had arrived from the western part of the Femon Empire to join the battle had outnumbered the mercenary coalition on the other side.

Seriously injured, Ceauses, the Rose Knight, killed the berserker Basel in one fell swoop with the power of God, and his injuries worsened for a while, and his life was almost lost.

In the past two days, Corey and Sarah have proposed several times that they be the vanguard and force a counterattack across the river, but without Ceauses' help, Wesley still does not dare to gamble with their lives.

The mercenary coalition on the other side also organized several half-way raids, and after throwing thousands of corpses into the Ava River, they finally retreated to camp nearly a kilometer away from the river bank. The two groups of people on both sides of the Ava River, who were supposed to be fighting for life and death, miraculously quieted down across a large river.

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In the capital of Femont di Cohenas, it has been raining lightly for two days.

The rain-soaked bluestone-paved streets shimmer in the skylight, weaving through the old dark buildings, crisscrossing like a well-proportioned and dark-colored oil painting.

At high tide, the Boer River looks even wider, and even in the rain it still looks tranquil and tranquil, just like the impression that the city gave to Layla.

Standing on the northern wall, Layla turned to look back at the hazy capital of Middle-earth in the slanting wind and drizzle, remembering the spring rain in St. Petersburg many years ago. At that time, the world had not yet unfolded its full picture to her, and the small estate on the banks of the St. Francis River seemed to be the end of the map, and she never dared to dream of a beautiful place.

But now, standing on the high city walls, caressed by the warm rain, all that happened in St. Petersburg, the golden roof of the church standing high outside the window, the holy river that flows day and night, and that wonderful midsummer night, seem to have become a hazy dream.

Perhaps it is precisely because of the years that those memories will seem so beautiful, just like Coenas in the rain. But Layla is still afraid that one day she will be like Sister Una and forget about them completely.

I don't know why, at this moment, Layla suddenly remembered the villain Helian, and remembered what the young master had said when he held the blade upside down, put the hilt of the dagger with his body temperature into his hand, and forced himself to stab the villain.

"It starts with this sword. ”

More than ten years have passed, and Layla still clearly remembers the young master's expression of encouragement at that time. But in the past ten years, Layla has never used a sword once, and she has never fought once, whether it is fighting for herself as the young master expects, or fighting for the young master as Layla expects. Not once.

Because of this, when she knew that Miko had killed the first knight to appear under the city with the sword of the Holy Judgment, Layla would sneak out of Auston Palace and onto the walls of the northern city where she now stands, hiding from Lucia.

She wasn't nervous at all, only excited and expectant.

No one knew that Layla had been preparing for seventeen years since that sword......

Voices began to clamor around them, the sound of feathered arrows being drawn out of quivers, the backs of rain-soaked bows creaking unpleasantly, and the sound of hurried footsteps passing behind Layla, the priest sending down the blessing of the god of light for the rows of archers.

On the city wall, the bow battalion of the Royal Knights of Femont was like a great enemy, since they joined the army, they almost never participated in a decent war, even if they were only facing an army of hundreds of knights under the city, even if they knew that there was a divine herd array behind them, even if a few days ago, the three gods had just announced to the citizens in front of the church square that Coenas was a blessed place, they still couldn't help but tremble nervously.

More than 20 years ago, it was a knight mercenary group about the same size as the enemy army under the city, which saved the Femon Empire from the situation of possible annihilation at any time, forcing the first power on the continent at that time, the Thorn Empire, to bow down.

The knights a few hundred meters away did not ride exotic horses in heavy armor like the rumored knights of the time, but they also wore armor that was very different from the style of Middle-earth, and they were armed with weapons of astonishing size—hammers that looked like they could smash through the walls of the Femon Empire's proud imperial capital with a single blow.

Probably because of nervousness, an archer shot an arrow in a panic, blessed by the light, he obviously felt that his strength was far greater than usual, the metal composite bow in his hand had never been stretched to such an exaggerated amplitude as now, but even so, the feathered arrows shot out were only a few dozen meters away in the rain, far away from the slowly approaching knightly army.

The knights laughed, and from time to time they glanced up at the northern sky.

On the walls of Coennas, no one would connect the knights' intentional or unintentional actions with the earthquake a few days ago, except for Layla's knowledge.

"Calm down, listen to my orders!" shouted one of the garrison commanders. The archers loosened their bowstrings, and from time to time rain dripped from the tips of their feathered arrows.

Layla saw that on the tower of the city wall a few dozen meters away, Richard was discussing something with the Divine Son. After many years, Young Master Richard looks completely grown, and there is no trace of childishness on his face, and at the moment of the army, he is probably the only leader in the entire Royal Knights who still maintains his composure.

Layla smiled slightly, a hint of relief floating in her heart. She is two years older than Richard, but she doesn't know why, she always treats Richard like her own young master, like her own young master, as a child.

The walls of the imperial capital are wide, but the large number of defenders lined up on them still seems a little crowded, and some soldiers who don't know Layla inevitably cast strange glances at her, probably thinking that a noble girl should not appear on this occasion.

At this moment, Layla's little hand rose from the battlements of the wall, holding a short staff.

Immediately after, a ribbon-like flame drilled out of the tip of the staff, and under the gaze of thousands of shocked and incredible eyes around it, it instantly turned into a firebird, emitting a terrifying explosion like a giant eagle's scream, and swooped down on the knights hundreds of meters away at a speed that the naked eye could not catch up with.

The firebird exploded in the center of the knights, and the land was blasted into a huge crater several meters deep, and the rain fell on its own, steaming into a fluttering mist before falling to the charred black earth.

Around the mist, the knights who had survived were running wildly away from the city walls.

However, Layla didn't stop at all, the staff she was holding seemed to be made of pure fire elementals, and the flames that flickered around her never disappeared for a moment, and every few seconds it condensed into a firebird and shot out.

When she shot out seven firebirds in one go, killing all the fleeing knights, she slowly lowered her staff. There was silence on the walls for a few breaths, and a deafening cheer rang out.

Fifteen years, Layla spent fifteen years practicing the sixth-level fireball that the young master taught her. The first time he activated the staff of the eagle in his hand, he raised his power to Cohennas, and single-handedly annihilated hundreds of knights with only one arrow shot by tens of thousands of defenders.