An extremely burly dwarf walked up from the middle of the group, loudly announcing something. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Gabilia thought he was saying something morale-boosting, but didn't bother to listen, and hung his head and tossed the weeds.

There are countless stories of hunger in the Far North, and Gabilia's own experience of hunger is nothing more abrasive than what he sees.

When my grandmother was alive, she taught Gabilia how to find the kinds of weeds that could satisfy her hunger. But the weeds in Middle-earth are different from those in the north, and on the muddy land trampled by the feet of thousands of dwarves, you can't find the grass with velvet flowers in your memory.

Gabilia was walking with his mind when suddenly, his companions stood up with a hula.

"What's going on?" said Gabilia, standing up.

"The guys on patrol said that there was Cliff City not far ahead, and there was already a fight. Someone whispered to him.

"Got a fight?" Gabilia was a little confused: "Who is fighting whom?"

"The Middle-earth Army and the Storm Mercenaries. The man explained.

"Middle-earth army?" Gabilia cried out, "What army in Middle-earth can fight the Storm Mercenary Regiment?"

Gabilia's doubts are very legitimate.

In the eyes of the dwarves, there is no such thing as an army in Middle-earth that can always compete with the fully armed Storm Mercenaries. Even if all the armies of the Three Kingdoms of Huls were put together, they were not qualified to wrestle with this second-largest mercenary group in the western part of the Knight Continent.

However, this somewhat brought some hope to this dwarven army at the end of the crossbow. That's what the dwarven officer was talking about.

"With the cooperation of the Allies, we have a chance to take Cliff City!"

No one knew whether this staggeringly strong dwarven warrior would believe it when he said such a thing. No one has time to dwell on that. Because the whole army has begun to assemble and prepare to charge.

......

Many years later, when Gabilia spoke of the war, he still looked incredulous.

"I was so hungry that I couldn't even lift my knife, and the guy running in front of me had weak legs, and I was so worried that he would fall down and mess me up. Really, the Storm Mercenary Regiment is not far away, and the sky is dark and oppressive as if there is really going to be a storm, but I have been worrying about this, and my eyes are fixed on the guy's legs. ”

"When the vanguard started shouting, I thought, come on, while I can still stand! Kill one counts one, but the line starts to get more and more crowded, and I think they were too scared to rush up......"

"I thought to myself that I had seen divine punishment, and nothing could frighten me. So I squeezed forward, drilled, and rushed out through the crowd......"

"That was the first time I'd ever seen magic, I mean if I didn't count divine punishment...... My first thought was, oh my God, how could there be such an amazing thing in the world, how could the gods allow mortals to have such power. ”

"Before that, I had only ever seen birds fly, and I never thought that humans could do it. Hundreds of magicians in white robes flew into the sky, throwing magic into the black phalanx of knights, one moment wind, one moment ice, one moment fire...... And the knights didn't move. ”

"I thought I was dazzled, the Storm Mercenaries aren't stupid mercenaries, they won't disperse when they see the magicians flying over? Guess what?"

When Gabilias asks this, those who have heard his story will surely reply aloud: "They are all asleep!"

Gabilias would scratch his head and laugh, "yes...... They were all asleep. "My mind goes back to the strange battle I witnessed many years ago.

In front of the four huge phalanxes of knights were hundreds of carts he had never seen before, much smaller than the clockwork wagons used to transport grain in Birdtail. There is a strange-looking magic device in the back of the car.

Standing high on the hill, a few kilometers away, Gabilia could see what was being thrown out of the magic devices and smashed into the phalanx of knights.

At that time, the sky was dark and gloomy, and the vast and majestic but extremely strange war scenes shocked Gabilia into a cold sweat. He felt as if he had stepped through a time portal and returned to the scene of the world's battle three thousand years ago.

Every dwarf around him was silent, silent to the extreme, as if he was afraid that the slightest sound would shatter the illusion in the valley.

Gabilia arrives with the determination to die, only to find that he doesn't need to do anything. He inevitably felt a hint of happiness, but also a sense of loss that was difficult to describe.

Before this moment, Gabilia had hoped that his children and grandchildren could live as comfortably and comfortably as Middle-earth, but he was a dwarf after all, believing that the power of his fist was far greater than anything else. But, looking at everything that was happening a few kilometers away, his world suddenly slammed, shattered, and disintegrated like a shattered mirror.

The phalanx of knights below the mountain quickly collapsed, and thousands of knights who were still able to move rushed to a few hundred meters away from the convoy, where a figure also dressed in white robes stood and looked like a woman.

Immediately afterward, a fierce storm came out of the ground in front of the woman, swept across the land like a flood, like a mudslide, like thousands of charging knights, and then dissipated with a bang a few hundred meters away. And the knights who stood in front of this storm all fell to the ground as if they had just been picked with giant pears.

The knight of the Storm Mercenary Regiment died in front of the whole storm, and Gabilia suddenly felt that this was a bit ironic, but more shocked.

He knew that it only took a few of the same magic to slaughter the dwarven army he was in.

Who was that sorceress? How could she be here? Who were the sorcerers flying in the air?

The answers to these questions are not difficult to answer, they appeared in a formation with those carts, and they must be the Duke of Vene's people.

I don't know why, Gabilia thought of divine punishment, and thought of how Duke Vane completely razed the giant city-state that had stood in the west of the Knight Continent for thousands of years to the ground without the knowledge of God.

"Spike must be crazy. Suddenly, he heard someone say something that was mindless.

Gabiria's mind had always been unfast, but this time, he understood the meaning of the sentence at once.

"yes, Spike must be crazy. He echoed softly.

......

On the afternoon of April 26, the 4th year of the new calendar, 700 light tractors and 63 hound chariots equipped with liquid nitrogen pump-type reinforced nightmare cannons, under the leadership of the head of the border guard post Sam, launched the first joint operation with Lisa and 344 other white-robed mages.

Captain Partridge Garcia of the Storm Mercenary Regiment forms a formation outside Cliff City to meet the enemy.

In the minutes that had just begun, the war had taken on an unimaginable situation.

Two hours later, the name Storm Mercenaries was history.