PS1: Thank you for the reward of the book friend Qin playing the night moon and the monthly pass of leistly129!

ps2: There was a very important exam on Friday.,I was going to break the change.,Then I thought about it or a small chapter.。 Well, this month's goal is to sprint half a million words. Welcome to June 1st to slap in the face.

The first sun emerged from the mountains of the east like a fierce fire, and shot out a circle of water ripples that turned from golden to pitch-red. The sun-drenched gray peaks stood like large giants condensed into sculptures, silently waiting for the next black moon to resume its operations. (Legend has it that a group of ancient Titans blasphemed the gods and were later punished for pulling the Solar Estel, the Eye of the Radiant.) Cursed with great power, these giants were able to regain their movements during the Black Moon, and then dragged the Eye into the sky with chains hammered by the forge-god Flem. However, when the sun shines on the Titans, their flesh turns to stone and their bones to metal. ）

The cool morning breeze blows through this vibrant land, bringing refreshment to the shrubs, grass, and soldiers passing by. Insects that wake up from their sleep begin to crawl and eat, sipping on the dew that has not yet disappeared in the sunlight, until a group of stray passing soldiers scare the little things into the distance with their boots.

These were the soldiers of Dragoninus, and the linen coats painted with bright red dye from seaside shells were not easy to conceal even if they were dusted. And unlike their confident appearance, the army now looks like a flock of sheep being driven home by a shepherd boy without a full meal. They had wiped off shiny chain mail stained with dirt and rust, and even some of the long broken marks from the chopping of knives and axes, or the severely deformed iron rings that had been crushed and deformed. Dry, crusted blood clots hung on clothes, like crunchy, large thin biscuits mixed with red jujube paste or rye husks.

They walked around in chaotic groups, some of them regular legionnaires, mostly farmers conscripted by the nobility, and even a dozen or so fur-clad barbarian warriors. These warriors once passed by with high spirits, but now they can only walk towards the west with their eyes blank and tired, with the smell of sweat, dirt and even choking blood.

"How could we fail? Dragoninus is the most powerful nation in this golden corridor. A soldier with a patch of uneven gray mud on his face screamed. "Does the Platinum Dragon God think we are ungodly and are going to abandon its people?" his dry, skinny lips quirmed, and there was only despair and incredulity in his two gray eyes.

The Dragoninus still couldn't believe defeat, even though the Harrisons had just taught them a lesson with blood and spears. As the country with the largest number of soldiers and legions. The former country of warlocks did make the enemy tremble. Their large and elite armies had defeated all of their neighbors, including two wars against Harrison, stopping the Water Temple's westward invasion and seizing a fine territory the size of 100,000 Modi.

Dragoninus, led by a Warlock, should indeed be that powerful, and the Dragonvein Warlock's family owns a vast tract of fertile land—more than a quarter of the entire nation's territory. This is an incredible statistic for the royal or ducal families of other kingdoms, as their rise is aided by a large number of nobles, and these heroes are rewarded with a suitable area of territory afterwards. At the end of the day, it is worth praying to the gods that the royal family will have a tenth of the territory, because they usually only leave a tenth and a half. Warlocks, on the other hand, don't need this, they are powerful in their own right, so they don't need much help from the nobles. The taxes of large territories, combined with the status of warlocks, amassed a huge fortune for the Dragoninus family. It is also the most important transit point on the trade road section. The warlock felt that the country needed an army. As a result, a large number of five standing legions were formed, and they were stationed around the Grand Duke's domain to defend against foreign enemies and to guard against the nobility. By the time of the sixth Grand Duke, the grandfather of the Flame of the Fire Dragon, Archduke Sebstan, Dragoninus had been caught between the Duchy of Morton and the Kingdom of Harrison. In the early stages of the war, the two ** teams even defeated the northern and southern legions to reach the city of towers, so the Grand Duke formed the Pomberra Legion, that is, the Sixth Legion. The predecessor of the Guards Regiment.

Unlike the Dragoninus, who had requisitioned three legions and a large number of farmers during the war, the Harrisons, who had just defeated them and captured Castle Head, did not have a strong army. As a leader who is not loved by the nobles and the church, the Serpent Pupil only has half of the legion and a small cavalry that he has painstakingly cultivated on the taxes of the territory. However, the previous victory of the western nobles attracted him more helpers, and the nobles who remained loyal to the king in the realm came with private soldiers and conscripted farmers, making his army look as large as that of the Dragoninus. And it was these peasants who had just picked up their spears that crushed this formidable enemy with courage, and the peasants, who had gone mad at the promise of the Serpent Pupil, were not afraid of death, and simply crushed the array of the Dragoninus Legion with the flow of people, and even the Quaid who could easily destroy the powerful cavalry had no choice but to dodge.

The Warlock's spells were indeed a headache for the Harrisons, but when the spell slots and mental power were depleted. These over-brained spellcasters can only flee the castle on their horses. However, due to the massive damage caused by the elemental spells and the desperate resistance of the legionnaires, the warlocks were given time to dismantle the trebuchet and bed crossbow and transport them away. The Grand Duke of Sebstan ordered a retreat after unleashing a large ball of fire, he did not want the soldiers to be consumed by a group of peasants, but the result was that the soldiers collapsed under the impact and lost the castle of Hede at a speed that he could not imagine.

The barbarian warriors led by Riga did inflict heavy casualties on the Harrison at first. Cavalrymen who lost speed in the crowd were completely unable to dodge the Tomahawk Hammer. Some of the lucky ones were able to see the attack with their eyes and dodge it in a hurry, but most of the cavalry, whose eyes were covered by their huge and sturdy flat-topped helmets, could only move awkwardly and were hit steadily. The blunt object struck the steel with a shuddering brute force, and the Harrison fell from his horse with a sharp, shrill grinding sound. Cavalrymen who were not shot in the chest and head were treated with their armor pulled off and brutally stabbed to death, while enemies who were engurated by brute force were lucky, and the peasants would test him with spears, but few felt that venting on the corpse would ease some of his anger.

As Riga slashed a true knight to the ground with a double battle axe, and began to grin and step his foot down the throat of the stunned Sir Harrison, the peasants who rushed through the great darkness made the soldiers tremble. Legionnaires, who had long been accustomed to wielding weapons, could see the identities of these people, after all, most of the time the peasants could not even hold spears. But the 'animals' in shabby blue burlap made them frightened, because there was a frightening glint in their eyes—greed, jealousy, hatred, and other emotions that the good gods did not like.