"Another spy!" shouted from below.

"Catch those guys!" shouted one after another.

Looking down, I saw that the rebel camp was made up of all kinds of simple tents, and some swordsmen and knights shuttled back and forth, as well as some spearmen with relatively rudimentary equipment, all of whom seemed to be busy catching the few people who had just shot arrows. It is a pity that the military management system in the other world seems to be still a relatively early tribal command system, with various parts stationed in a staggered manner and a lack of unified and effective coordination. In addition, those few archers were good at shooting, and they soon hid in the chaotic tents.

"I'm so sorry, our esteemed undead allies, that pseudo-royal sent a spy to create some misunderstandings!" said three mages flying from the rebel camp, led by black-robed ones with wind magic. At the same time, another mage flew off into the distance, presumably to report to the rebel headquarters.

Bardell glanced at me and replied in a loud voice, "Your Excellency already knows, so there is no need to talk about this matter. ”

"Offended, please come with me. The leader of the mage floated in the air, bowed slightly, stretched out his arms to make a gesture of please, and then led the way to fly.

It's a bit enjoyable, and it's refreshing. Being respectfully welcomed, and not even having to say a word and being endorsed by the beauties around him, makes his status even more noble. The other two Terran mages wanted to get close to the Hell Dragon I was riding, but they didn't dare to get too close because of the flap of the giant dragon wings.

Somewhat addicted to the identity of the Grim Reaper, I drove the Hell Dragon and led the undead air force to fly majestically under the guidance of the mage. The Terran forces on the ground seemed to have been reminded by the cold arrow just now, and no longer focused entirely on the undead in the air, but cautiously guarded their surroundings to prevent unpleasant things from happening again. The presence of knights in the rebel army indicates that they must have sworn allegiance to the local lords, not to the royal family of Rosette. However, I'm not sure exactly where the knightly allegiances from the other world differ from the original world, but they are generally the same. It's just that religious beliefs are not necessarily all unified theology, such as the heretical belief in the worship of death in the Rosette country.

The camp was not large, and in the blink of an eye it flew into the wilderness. But strictly speaking, it was not empty, and there were still about a thousand troops on standby on the plain. But there is basically no formation, it is only divided into dozens of parts of different scales and different costumes, and it is obvious that the troops are commanded by their respective lords, and there is not only a big difference in size between them, but even the difference in equipment is also very different. As expected, the battle in the other world is still a relatively primitive tribal participation system. It is estimated that even the unified establishment of the troops is not served, and only after the commander's order, the tribal lords will lead their troops to fight with the enemy. If you look closely, it seems that they are all inferior soldiers who are not strong, and may be guarding the garrison. There is a relatively open area in front of it, and a few hundred meters away there is a tall platform, similar to the place where the command platform is.

I led the undead to a clearing and retrieved the Hell Dragon, and under the guidance of the Terran mage, I walked proudly with Bardell on the three-lion horse, followed by six necromancers. The remaining gargoyles and other undead are temporarily led by two undead spirits, who are on standby as I instruct. This was obviously the waiting point for the foreign aid of his clan: the bloody lizard tribe he had seen before was not far to the left, and nearly a hundred yellow-green lizard giant sword soldiers were sitting on the ground. On the right were more than fifty orc greataxemen, but these orcs were different from the green orcs of the desert orcs I was familiar with, with a black-green complexion with some yellow spots. However, the body is relatively small, only slightly larger than the stronger people of the human race. After a while, the surname is violent, and it really matches the surname of the martyrs. The lizards and orcs, like the Terran soldiers, were very concerned about the situation here, and the moment they saw the Hell Dragon disappear, they let out a sound of surprise, and after watching for a while, they gradually heard a low chatter.

"O Giant Axe Warrior of the Rioters, I don't know what the relationship with the Orcs of the Desert Spirits is now. I said in a male voice to a Terran mage who was closer.

The mage was secretly looking at me, the masked and black-armored leader of the undead, and I couldn't help but be stunned when I heard this.

"My clan lord asks, answer quickly!" a necromancer behind him urged unceremoniously, humming in a tone that made the Terran mage tremble.

"I have some old friends with Leori of the Desert Orcs. I casually explained to ease the domineering atmosphere.

"Ah, I've admired Lord Danadus for a long time, and I can't help but be a little nervous. Another Terran mage was more sophisticated, and he didn't seem to want the orc rioters in the distance to hear it, so he lowered his voice and said: "The Violent and Fierce clans are still in constant dispute, and there were some conflicts a few days ago, and the Fierce Clan gained the upper hand and won a large area outside the edge of the desert. ”

"The Spirits have an innate physical advantage, and the civil war of the Beast Clan, which lacks sufficient magical support, naturally has such a result, and it has been the case for hundreds of years. Bardell on the side confirmed the mage's statement.

Oh, they're the opponents of the beast father, so it's hard to get close, and I'm a little sorry for being good at pulling relationships.

Boom—a heavy thunderclap rang out, and then suddenly there were some shouts from the front of the plain, as if they were the kind of cheers of the match.

"The battle has started early!" exclaimed the three Terran mages in surprise almost at the same time, their steps suddenly picking up. Actually, I was not sensitive to war, so I could say that I didn't care, but I noticed that Bardell's nervous expression immediately appeared, and I also quickened my pace.

In front of them was a group of Terran spear-wielding knights, shouting excitedly, and the nearby lizards and orcs also banged their armor and shields together, and let out even more deafening roars from their mouths. Even the group of undead who remained behind was infected, and they roared loudly.

Even though I was taller in the Seven Evil Armor, I was still half a head short for the men in the army, and I couldn't see the scene further away. The Terran mage hurriedly opened the way in front, and soon came to the command platform amid the roar of excitement all around. The stone platform is at least five meters high and more than 15 meters wide. The body of the platform is made of cyan life ore, and there are a large number of crystal stones of various colors along the edges, and the platform is shrouded in a layer of faint gray mist-like smoke, which is probably a protective shield against the enemy's magic attack.

The three Terran mages stopped and bowed and stretched out their arms in a salute. Bardell and I climbed the stairs, followed by six necromancers. Unexpectedly, no one came up this time, and it was not in harmony with the politeness in front, making it seem that the undead took the initiative to come to the stage to pay a visit. It's a pity that there is no expression on the skeletal dry faces of the necromancers behind them, otherwise it is estimated that the arrogant will be angry, especially since the general leader of the rebel army did not greet Lord Death in person, which is intolerable. But when I think about it, it's probably because I'm too busy with the battle to be polite, and I can be considered late.

"Spread the king's orders! Rush for me! Rush for me! Crush the enemy!" a young man's voice came from the stage, and it was particularly piercing amid the shouts and cheers around him.

I quickened my pace to the high podium, only to see a man in a silver ornate royal costume dancing and shouting, urging a silver-armored knight to violently wave a black flag at the front of the podium. More than a dozen mages and knights in different costumes stood alongside, and several lizardmen and orcs also stood on the stage to watch.

With the shaking of the black flag, the violent killing roar suddenly drowned out the chaotic shouting of the young man in gorgeous clothes on the stage. Their backs are meaningless, and I look at them from the height of the podium. I saw that on the front-line battlefield that was several kilometers long, an army of about 20,000 people began to fight head-on, and the black pressure like a tide gradually became a closing trend. The earth-shattering loud noise, the running of tens of thousands of horses and horses in smoke and dust made the whole earth tremble. In the roar that filled the heavens and the earth, I only felt my ears buzzing, and even my heart was beating wildly.

"It's you, oh, I can still see you, I can't imagine that the Grim Reaper awakened before the seal was broken. "The voice of a mature woman was not affected by the sound of war in the slightest, as if it sounded directly in my head. A woman in her thirties on the stage turned around and smiled at me.

This lady in a golden mage's robe was the first to take the initiative to speak to me like this? I was a little surprised, and hurriedly used Gabriel's ability.

Discover !! Jin Anvia, Jin Wei's physical strength and 0 magic

Oh my God, she has abilities that are on par with Xiwei's real body! I kept looking up and down at this ordinary-looking, golden-haired female mage. Wait, is her last name Jin Wei? Could she be ......

"Why, have you forgotten me? After a whole month, we meet again......" The corners of Rogin's lips smiled slightly, her lips did not move, but her voice echoed in the deafening shouting of killing: "Beautiful and moving Moon Angel Sariet, no, now it is time to call you the other side of the moon that will never be revealed-...... Dark Sariye" [(m)Read without bullet window]