The Imperial army finally made its way through the fog barrier and marched northwest to the city of Paliva. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Elio's face turned pale, but he finally breathed a sigh of relief—in the last two days, he had not encountered an ambush in Paliva City, and perhaps the unfortunate days of the Imperial army had finally passed.

Now it seems that this isolated city is desolate and desolate, and the surrounding farms have been deserted, the trees have withered, and there is no one to live. The pale mist made the walls and towers look like withered remains.

The disorganized Imperial army passed through Selburg, got two days of rest, and finally regained its morale. Faced with a silent dead city, they just want to storm it as quickly as possible, capture those who resist, take the head of the traitor's son, and return to the imperial capital, never to set foot in the southern part of the empire again.

As they approached the city of Paliva, the surrounding woods became unusually thin—strangely thin, as if a giant sawsaw had brought down the entire forest. There was not even a trace of reconnaissance along the way, let alone a few farmers who could be caught asking about the enemy.

Some soldiers not only wondered in their hearts: Could it be that before the Southern Expeditionary Army attacked, Paliwa had already been killed by other forces?

The lonely city stood on slightly higher ground, like a giant monster, watching the army that was getting closer to it. The ranks of the Imperial army slowly marched out of the dense forest, stretching a full two blocks.

The Scout carefully searched the area around the city-state and reported to the Prime Minister: "My lord, I only found that there were well-equipped sword-wielding soldiers on the battlements, no archers, no piled up fire pots, and there were not many of them, and there were no other ambushes. ”

Elio gritted his teeth, and this month-long march across the empire could finally come to an end. He ordered the commanders of the legions: "Take your army and attack!"

The nobles of each realm ordered their armies to attack the grayish, lonely city. The shouts pierced through the jungle, stretching for dozens of miles of valleys and fields, echoing with the sound of army trumpets.

"Spearmen advance!"

"Siege engines and infantry teams attack!"

"Knights charge on both sides!"

"Longbowmen aim at the walls!"

"Request support from the Sanctuary Army!"

"Long live the Sunset Empire! Long live the Iris Dynasty!"

"Traitors will die!"

The spear-wielding infantrymen marched forward in unison, spear and shield. They waited for the attack of the archers on the city walls. However, until it came into range of the archers, the lonely city remained silent.

Ellio rode forward and shouted, "In the name of the commander of the Imperial Army and the former Prime Minister of the Iris Dynasty, I order the people of the city of Paliva to surrender. ”

He plucked out the eagle to show his authority: "It is the wicked traitors, the Larson family who shed the blood of traitors, and the Carter Larson who has tempted you to a dead end. ”

"Haysar-Larsen has been stripped of his title, and this territory should be returned to the royal family, and you no longer have to obey the orders of sinners. Lay down your arms, go out of the city and surrender, and you will not be taken captive, you will not suffer from war, and you will be pardoned by the king. ”

"Otherwise, you will be convicted of treason, beheaded, burned in flames, or crucified!

Elio roamed the avenue of atonement, but no one answered his orders, save for the shadows of a few old and weak soldiers, swaying across the walls.

The Prime Minister then put the eagle in the scabbard and ordered the infantry to speed up - these damned civilians, this city of damned traitors!

However, when the spearmen continued to move forward, and saw that they were only a block away from the city wall, countless human heads suddenly appeared on the city wall!

The lieutenant commander Casso-Duna noticed it in time and ordered loudly: "The situation has changed! Longbowmen! Shoot!"

However, before the archers could put their arrows on the bowstring, an extremely loud ancient imperial Chinese suddenly sounded on the city wall: "Fireworks!"

As this cry sounded, countless fire rains fell from the sky!

The flames were not aimed at the slow-moving spearmen at the front, but at the archers and cavalry in the rear!

The bow and arrow, which had time to pull out the string, were ignited by the falling flames, and the wooden arrows and crossbows became ignitions!

Most of the archers were dressed in light armor, and their rough cloth was also ignited by the flames, and at the same time, because of the upward shooting, the fireball fell too late to dodge, and hundreds of crossbowmen were burned by the heat, and fell to the ground screaming!

The flames fell so densely that the archers, even if they were not injured, lost their vision, they could not aim at the city walls, and they were even more afraid of hurting the troops in front.

The wounded and the fallen were even more alarmed, and they wailed, flames rushing from their cloth clothes to their plates, and the heat of the metal almost scalding their entrails. They rolled around like maggots, not caring that they were on the battlefield. There was chaos all around, and unarmed archers desperately dodged the rain of fire and stepped over their colleagues.

It took ten minutes for the command of the army to come to its senses from this shocking fact - at the moment of approaching the city walls, their rear troops were attacked, and a thousand longbowmen were instantly incapacitated!

There were no fire pots, no crossbows stained with fire oil, and no appalling artillery from Nan Fon, and the troops in front were unscathed, the most vulnerable, but the archers who were most effective against the enemy, were suddenly attacked!

Elio hurriedly sent someone to the rear to reconnoiter whether he had encountered an ambush, but the scout reported that there was no figure around!

What the hell is going on!

The Imperial army suddenly fell into a panic, and along the way they encountered an unbelievably terrible ambush, and now the victory they thought was in their hands suddenly seemed to become difficult to control!

Another rain of fire fell from the sky, over the heads of the forward troops, and flew towards the rear flank of the Imperial army!

"It's a spell! it's a spell!" Sauron Duna suddenly let out an exclamation, "How can they have mage reinforcements!"

Elio was stunned - I'm afraid it's true, no one in the Empire could wield such a terrifying power except the caster of the gods.

"I'm afraid they're targeting our archers - without a distant attack, the loss rate of their soldiers will be greatly reduced. "Count Gorrick of Black Wind is the only one who is calm right now.

The generals of the Imperial Army are in a mess, they are only adapted to conventional combat, and they do not know how to deal with the power of mages at all!

Where did the Larsen family, who had been wiped out, get reinforcements from the mages!

However, they never expected that it was the nobles who treated the Eight Thousand Iron Army as civilians who were regarded as ants!

At this moment, a figure stood on the wall, and from a distance, he was wearing a gray robe, the long cuffs of which were rolled up by the hot wind, fluttering in the air. (To be continued.) )