As of April 26, the 4th year of the new calendar, nearly 140,000 knight armies east of the Oviere Mountains, including the Silver Star Mercenary Regiment, the Trident Mercenary Regiment, and the Storm Mercenary Regiment, have been slaughtered by Heavenly Punishment, Dwarven Army, and Mechanized Magic Army. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In order to fulfill the promise of exchanging the Nightmare Elixir formula, hundreds of white-robed mages of the Khiga Mountains under Lisa's command will march south to wipe out the remnants of the few exiled knights.

On the same day, Elliot Strom, the leader of the knightly army stationed at the ruins of Misttown, received a news from the Gonta Meadows. The news of Basel's death and the blockage of the mercenary coalition's crossing of the river was comparable to the bad news of the Divine Punishment in Falling Rock City, which completely disrupted Eliot's battle plan. War is moving in an unpredictable direction.

On this day, the spring rain that had been going on for several days in Santan Province had stopped, and the city of fog entered the annual fog period, which was the only good news for Elliot. The area around the Bol River Waterfall was shrouded in mist, and the army of magicians flying in the sky would not be able to see the ground clearly, and it would be impossible to deliver divine punishment with precision.

There are still dwarves digging through the road from time to time at the entrance of Fog City, like unguardable voles, but the knight army stationed at the entrance of the city has less worries about divine punishment, and the army is calm enough to deal with these troublesome burrowers.

Elliot consulted with his staff for an entire afternoon, and in the evening sent a messenger to inform the mercenary coalition in the Gongta steppe to abandon the river crossing and march to Coennas. Almost at the same time, Eliot personally led 400 of his troops south, leaving only more than 4,000 knights to continue to garrison the entrance to Fog City.

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In late April of the 4th year of the new calendar, the northern part of the Hulse continent is experiencing a brutal war, countless civilians have been killed, and entire villages and towns have been left in ruins.

News of the war has reached the south of the continent, and various preparations for war are being implemented in full swing.

The southern part of the Silver Finse Federation, the largest port on the mainland, Port Neum, seems to be more lively than ever. Sailboats were constantly going to anchor and carrying nobles with their families and mouths, apparently to avoid a war that would sooner or later affect the entire continent.

On the afternoon of April 26, a light mail ship docked at the port of Neum, a speedboat powered by a magic array, which has always been responsible for the most urgent letters, and rarely had the opportunity to see it in the port of Neum, so as soon as it docked, it attracted onlookers and dock workers.

In the bright sunshine, as soon as the mail ship came to a stop, a figure wrapped in a cloak emerged from the low cabin.

All eyes were fixed on the tall body of the man, and no one noticed that as soon as the passenger carrying the magic cruise ship landed, the waterline of the mail ship suddenly dropped.

A few hours after the tall strange man left, a giant ship appeared on the sea in the setting sun and slowly sailed towards the port of Neum. This time, it attracted more people's attention.

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On the morning of April 27, the city of Santan, between Misty Town and Coennas, was in ruins like a Philadelphia.

The corpses piled up outside the city soaked in the rain and were exposed to the sun, emitting an unbearable stench.

Only outside the walls in the southeastern corner of the city, there was no scattered knight's corpse in a large wheat field, but rows of earth were puffed up, and nearly a thousand defenders who had died under the knight's blade for several days were buried.

Just a few hundred meters from the cemetery, under makeshift tents, there is a medical station for the wounded.

Several teachers from nearby public schools who had received basic medical training in the City of Truth were using daggers that had been burned by the flames to rip off the rotten flesh on the severed arms of the wounded. And the wounded man who clenched the strip of cloth and still endured without making a sound under the severe pain was none other than Master Laurent, the director of the Santan School of Magic.

Several professors from the School of Magic and a group of young magic apprentices gathered around Mage Laurent, tears staggered across each face.

The carrion from the severed arm of the mage had been dug up, washed with boiling water, and shivered violently as the liquor was poured on it.

"Mr. Pondall, after this is dealt with, will he be fine, Lord Dean?" someone asked tentatively.

Around the age of 30, a public school teacher known as Mr. shook his head and sighed while wrapping gauze around the wound: "If the wound is rotten, I am afraid that it will not be able to be saved." ”

As soon as the words ended, someone sobbed quietly.

At this moment, the sound of magic guns came from not far away, and the gunshots were one after another.

Laurent, who had just been bandaged, struggled to sit up and stepped barefoot on the ground.

"Quick, help me up the wall......"

"Lord Dean," a college professor said, pushing Laurent toward the hospital bed, "you rest first, and I'll organize the battle." With that, he picked up the magic gun leaning on the edge of the bed, pushed through the crowd, and ran in the direction of the gunshot.

The rest of the people also ran out of the tent.

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The gunfire came from not far away, more intensively than any before. Several of the public school instructors who were in charge of treating the wounded were checking on the condition of the other wounded, and by the time they noticed, Master Laurent was already standing under the bed.

The physique of the magician is no different from that of ordinary people, and it is the powerful spiritual power that supports him.

"Mage, you can't move now!" Pondal rushed up.

"Don't move!" Laurent suddenly exclaimed, "Do you want me to be a sinner of the Empire?!"

"Mage, you ......," Pondal froze with a few of his colleagues.

"Don't say anything, I can't let the kids fight while I'm lying here. Mage Laurent glared at them and stepped out of the tent, one foot high and one foot low. In addition to the broken right arm, he also had many injuries on his body.

Pondal looked at the old man's stubborn back, and a trace of respect suddenly rose in his heart. He was one of the few scholars who directly entered the school city from other provinces, and he had no experience of studying at the Santan Academy of Magic, and at this moment, he actually regretted it.

The Santan School of Magic, the name that had grown taller and taller in Pontall's mind since the beginning of the war, was now at its peak as he watched the figure of Master Laurent's severed arm disappear into the sunlight outside the tent.

This is the backbone of the Empire, he thought. When I looked back, I found that several colleagues had tears in their eyes.

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Elliot stood outside the city of Santan, looking at the lonely city with a solemn face.

He had already received information before he came here, but the feeling of seeing it with his own eyes was much more shocking than the cold battle report.

Countless knights' corpses were scattered and piled up in front of him.

And this is just a small town on the road to Coenas.

Compared with the bad news he heard one after another, the scene in front of him made Elliot even more uneasy.