When there was a pause in the fighting, the soldiers immediately retreated into their tents like wounded beasts, silently licking their bloody wounds while waiting for dawn to come. Under the shadow of the Black Moon Nulin Ace, the battlefield was as silent as a cemetery, and only those small animals attracted by the blood of carrion dared to crawl sparsely and start eating greedily.

The black moon faded into the shadows of the western mountains after three natural hours, so the scorching sun, which rose early and sprinkled the earth with shining light, did not allow the war to start again. The ground and air quickly become scorched and dry, leaving the soldiers with no strength and determination to fight. But just as the last chill of the night was driven away, a dark cloud flew in from the east, screaming and falling like a special spell. The messengers of Avne's screamed for joy over the corpses, their beaks picking up the lint as they trimmed the black bird feathers with gold as the sun shimmered with the dewdrops.

The deceased was thus discarded on the damp ground and left to be eaten by various scavenging insects and even rats. The rotting corpses with dark yellow slime water gushed with a bloody rancid stench, which was mixed with fresh tree grass and air, producing an unbearable smell. The Grand Duke of Sebstein and King Harrison were reluctant to smell it, but the two hard-line rulers were reluctant to make such a plea that could be seen as a 'compromise', even if the disposal of corpses was something that everyone would be happy to see.

The war began again when the silver moon swayed and appeared in the east, and the sun had not yet completely set. This time, the two sides did not test the ground as before, and the Harrison soldiers, who had been inspired into beasts by the Serpent Pupils, directly strode towards them like a huge wave with a tsunami. Heavy footsteps were interspersed with the sound of drums and loud horns, and soldiers in all kinds of armor rushed to the castle with a halo of red sunlight on metal or sweaty heads.

The dragon inus trebuchets in Hede Castle creaked and threw boulders into the distance at the first moment, but the dark curtain that appeared on the surface of the earth after only two rounds of fire made the massive machines lose their purpose. The Serpent Pupil was Harrison's king, and he instinctively didn't want the soldiers recruited from the royal realm to suffer too much loss, so His Majesty Stuart heeded the mysterious godfather's advice: let all the mages, regardless of the color of their robes, cooperate to unleash the dark spell on the battlefield.

A dark black curtain about a quarter the size of a quarter of a modi shrouded the battlefield, leaving only a view of no more than thirty yards for the soldiers of Dragonus. This distance only takes seven or eight breaths for the average infantry who wants to rush over, and even less for the cavalry.

A charge greater than a hurricane brought back to the rookies who had only experienced one war. They held their spears in fear and trembling, their heads drenched in sweat, their cheeks red, and even their bodies trembling as if they were shaking at the same time as the earth. "Hold your spear tightly. Soldiers! Enjoy the bread broth with glory as the sun rises again, and even the best and prettiest prostitutes of the South!" the officer began to roar and cheer up, wielding sharpened steel swords in his hands. Many of the soldiers were too excited to listen to any words, but there were always some who would recover as if they had been watered by a clear spring.

"Hood, Hood, Whoa!" the soldiers shouted the battle cry of the House of Dragonus, but after a few words, a sound was as noisy as the wings of a mosquito, but more than a hundred times louder. If you listen closely, you can even tell the 'Hirag!' and so on.

The trebuchet was still attacking unhurriedly, but the direction was a matter of casual guesswork by the craftsmen. Now the Dragoninus only hope to block the first wave of the blue cattle, as the Warlocks are working hard to cast spells, hoping to use spell failures or secondary spell enchantments to undo the dark curtain that had grown up before the Soldier Array. Both spells only require chanting mantras and making gestures, but the former's success rate is about the same as a cold rain when you're out for a walk in the winter—about a quarter of the time, and it's a comparison between casters of the same level. The latter is capable of disabling all level 1 to level 3 spells in an area the size of Katachimodi. Unfortunately, it's a level 4 spell. This means that only casters above level 7 can safely release it. As a matter of fact. These spells are rarely used among casters, as their spell shields can withstand attacks from mages and warriors, but the success rate of spell failure requires mages to put their lives and deaths in the hands of the three goddesses of fate, not themselves. It is precisely because of this factor. The Sorcerer didn't choose to memorize it in the spell slot, so he chose to start casting the spell with his staff in his hand.

It only takes one gesture and two syllables for the spell to fail, but in just a few breaths, the vanguard of the Dragoninus army was cut like a loaf of bread by the cavalry. The sound of the infantry running and even the beating of drums and horns drowned out the vibrations and sounds of the cavalry charging in the distance, and by the time the officers of Longinus felt that something was wrong, the tremor of the earth had already made the rookie lose his courage. The Harrison cavalry, dressed in rusty chain mail and dirty blue coats, burst out of the darkness after a few breaths, their horses' hooves swept up in the scorching air that danced beside them like dusky soot and octopus tentacles.

The noble cavalry at the front wore finely fitted chain mail and a sturdy flat-topped helmet with only eye gaps. They were as strong as turtles tucked into their backs, and even the tall horses were clad in thick leather armor with layers of iron. This group of powerful and elite cavalry rushed into the array of marchers like furious dragons. Piercing half a dozen soldiers with rudimentary wooden spears and riding spears longer than ordinary infantry spears in their hands made these protruding-eyed, wide-mouthed Dragoninus look like dead fish roasted on iron bars.

The array of thousands of men was easily torn apart like a noblewoman's sexy, hazy thin breasts, and then a dozen Harrison cavalry poured in through the gap and charged straight at the peasants behind the array, who had not even raised their spears. Now the army of Longinus is like a fresh ** in the air, trembling lightly and letting these blue animals with dirty faces and the smell of sweat and rust on their bodies caress and ravage.

When the Warlocks throw their prepared spells into the shadows. The Harrison cavalry pouring into the array had exceeded hundreds. And this also includes a large number of Douqi samurai, and this mysterious power appears when they train their bodies to the peak. Although the amount of fighting energy possessed by the low-level knights is not much, it is enough to tear through the defenses of those immature soldiers. The knight only needed to detonate it in his body, and after driving the majestic brute force in his arms to pull the wooden spear away, he pulled the reins of the horse and drove the group of dreaded soldiers in the direction of Head Castle. There was an entire army of soldiers and a scattered Quaid.

Except for the secondary spell enchantments, which tore off the curtain formed by the dark spells, the spells cast by the low-level warlocks did not have much success. Although the level of those mages is not very high, the snake pupil has filled their spell slots with this low-level defensive magic. Warlocks mostly choose to expel spells from a specific area, but this makes the success rate even lower, and some people even fail to be interrupted in the middle of casting. However, through a few pit-like voids, the warlocks on the city walls discovered the enemy's intentions.

"Watch out for the arrows!" one of the warlocks roared before he could unleash his amplification, but the legionnaires who hadn't heard it were attacked almost simultaneously. After discovering that the array of peasants was already crumbling, the army formed by the nobles of Longinus and the Grand Duke immediately prepared. The warriors, who had good armor, began to line up, but were hastily attacked by Harrison's archers. Armed only with light leather armor, horned bows, and quivers, the soldiers were supposed to line up before attacking, but the secondary spell enchantments of a few powerful warlocks exposed them early. Although the Serpent Pupil didn't know how to go on with the war, his godfather was an experienced man. The old man in the silk white robe quickly made two short horns blow, and the archers immediately threw them into the distance as fast as they could, even if they did not even know the enemy's location.

The rain of feathered arrows made it almost impossible for the Dragoninus soldiers to come out of their heads, and they could only shrink themselves under their shields as best they could, and then watched as the unprotected peasants were shot down as they fled. The arrows forged from steel were strong and sharp, so the legionnaires could always watch the retreating spearmen be pierced in the chest and even the thighs to the sound of the arrows hitting the wooden shields. The former was lucky enough to lose his breath quickly, while the latter could only howl on the ground or crawl with a wound in tow, leaving a red trail of blood on the way.

The farmers suffered the heaviest losses from the rain of arrows, and these soldiers, who had only a sackcloth garment, could not stop the arrows. However, the standing army in the hands of Grand Duke Dragoninus showed surprising combat skill, and they were unusually skilled at fending off arrows with oak shields, and only two or three dozen unlucky eggs were shot in between.

The Quaids were out of range because of their proximity to the castle, but Sir Martin received orders from the Grand Duke of Sebstein as more and more Harrison cavalry burst into the array. The Dragon's Flame asks them to rush forward and hold off their defenses. So in the surprised eyes of the soldiers on both sides, such a group of unarmored warriors rushed over like wild horses. The barbarians liked the chainmail at first, but after passing through it a few times, Riga felt that it would restrain his body and make the warriors of Hirag fearful.

"Kill, Kill, Quaid!" the barbarians roared and swung their weapons closer, allowing the soldiers of both countries to see their characteristic long braids and strange fur shoulders. At the same time, red clouds bloomed in the dark curtain, like torches suddenly lit up at night. The warlocks took their anger out on the archers, sending a staggering number of red flame orbs and even large fireballs to whizz and fly in the sky.

ps: Thank you for the monthly pass of the old book friend Luo Luo! I was pulled out to drink yesterday, and then ran a few laps like crazy, and came back and fell directly on the bed. Khan, I'm sore today. Let's try to exercise as much as possible. Don't be like me, just run a few laps and you can't do it.