The silver dragon knights of the front army hurriedly reined in their horses and raised the silver iris shield in their hands to resist the flying spears, and several knights' horses were startled by the spears, but fortunately the knights restrained the frightened horses in time. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!" the knights of the front army shouted warning as they formed a line of shield walls to protect the rear team, their war hammers and spears pointed at the enemy who attacked on the opposite side, and the other party also used the shield wall to protect themselves, pulling out one of the three spears behind them and pointing at the knights.

"What's the matter?" Antonio, Rog, Goethe, and the two girls rode from behind to the front of the army, and the knight commander grabbed his horse and glanced at the enemy soldiers who were staring at him, and frowned in some surprise.

"It's the Spartans," Rog said to Antonio, looking at the enemy troops in his way, "and we seem to be close to Spartan territory." ”

"It's just a hundred or ten people!" Goethe, the high priest, glanced at the Spartans with contempt, and said to Antonio, "Captain Antonio, let the knights sweep them away, and let these barbarians see the might of the Empire!"

"I don't think it's a good idea, High Priest. Antonio shook his head meaningfully and said, "Haven't you heard of the Battle of Thermopylae back then, the Spartans wiped out an army of 20,000 and a half orcs with 300 men, and the gap between us and the enemy is far from that ratio. ”

"Captain Antonio, you are too cowardly to say that!" Goethe looked back at Antonio with disdain and said, "Could it be that just a few barbarians have scared away the elite two regiments of the empire?"

"The High Priest is right," Rogge looked back at Goethe and raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Since the head of Antonio does not dare to go up, then the High Priest, as one of the leaders of the two regiments, why not send the priest regiment up to raise the prestige of the empire?"

Goethe glanced at Rogge proudly, turned back to the herald priest behind him, and the herald priest immediately transferred two hundred priests to form a formation in the front line, Goethe immediately pointed at the Spartans on the opposite side and shouted: "The Banbang barbarians on the opposite side, immediately get out of front of the imperial army, and if you dare to stand in the way, you will be razed to the ground!"

The Spartans on the other side turned a deaf ear to his words, and remained at the back of the shield wall, the spears sticking out of the shield wall were sharp, the eye sockets under the Corinthian helmet showed vigilance and murder, and the red cloak on his back was particularly conspicuous on the yellow earth.

Goethe finished his words in a menacing manner, and found that the other party was completely ignoring him, and then saw the lively expressions on the faces of Roger and Antonio on the side, and suddenly felt that he could not get over his face, and waved his hand in anger and ordered the priesthood to attack.

The priests of the priesthood regiment held the magic book in their left hand, and pointed to the Spartan soldiers in front of them with their right hands, and the sacred magic books automatically opened, and countless holy lights shot from the priests' fingertips towards the Spartan warriors.

The Spartan soldiers raised their round shields to resist the light shots, and the splitters threw their spears, and the priests in the back row waved their hands to create a wall of light in front of the array, and the spears hit the surface of the wall of light, and all of them fell to the ground.

Suddenly, the Spartan soldiers behind the shield wall used their shields to lift dust from the ground and scatter it at the priesthood, but because the distance was too far to reach the priests, it only left a cloud of dust in the open space between the two armies.

The priests, who had lost their target, had to stop casting spells and looked through the transparent sacred wall of light to find the enemy's location, while the Spartan warriors hidden in the dust quietly approached the wall of light under the cover of the dust mist, and the warriors in the front row crouched down under the wall of light, raising their shields above their heads.

Seeing this, the Spartan warriors in the back row jumped up, stepped on the shields in the hands of their comrades in the front row, and the comrades below pushed the round shield upwards with force, and the leaping Spartan warriors soared over the high wall of light, and the spears in their hands fell in volley, stabbing straight into the priest's chest.

The priests on the ground were caught off guard, completely unaware that the enemy would suddenly fall from the top of their heads, and hurriedly dodged backwards, and the Spartan warriors fell steadily to the ground, brandishing their spears with round shields to chase the fleeing priests, many of whom fell to the ground in a hurry, and when they looked up, they saw that the sharp edge of the spear had met their faces.

It was too late, and a holy shield shining with golden light roared in front of the Spartan warriors, swinging away their stabbing spears, and a golden holy hammer smashed into the air on the ground between the priests and the Spartan warriors in the front row, and the holy shockwave shook the Spartan warriors backwards, and the priests took the opportunity to get up and flee back into the formation.

"High Priest, do you know now that I'm right?" Antonio recalled the Holy Warhammer, glanced at the pale-faced Goethe with deep meaning, and immediately stepped forward and said loudly to the Spartan warriors: "Warriors of Sparta, I am Antonio, the head of the Silver Dragon Winged Knights of the Farrell Empire, please step forward and answer. ”

The Staba warriors in the front row retreated back into the formation with shields, and a Spartan officer with a long sword hanging at his waist and a hilt in his hand walked out of the formation, looked at Antonio with his head held high, and said: "I am the Spartan centurion Atanis, a Farrell, the territory of Sparta does not allow you to invade, leave here quickly!"

"Centurion," Antonio said as he rolled down from his horse and stepped forward, "The two regiments of our empire entered the savage wilderness to find the Pharaoh's Stone that broke the dark wizard barrier in the dark hills, and they did not intend to encroach on your territory, can you make it convenient for us to pass?"

"I've made it clear!" Atanis exclaimed without hesitation, "The territory of Sparta is forbidden to the Pharrells, and if you dare to take a step further, we will sound the clarion call for a declaration of war!"

"Declaring war?" Goethe sneered in anger: "A group of arrogant and ignorant people, if the empire had declared war with you, you would have been razed to the ground, how dare you shout here!"

"Your empire may be stronger than ours," replied Atanis, pressing the hilt of his sword at his waist, "but the Spartans will not fear any enemy, neither the raging orcs nor you treacherous and cunning Phharrells!"

He pulled out the long sword at his waist and pointed at Goethe and shouted: "Sparta has enough land to give to every enemy who dares to attack, a tomb of 2.5 square meters per person, if you dare to come, we will dare to bury you, this is Sparta!" Before the words fell, the Spartan warriors behind him drew their spears together, and the murderous aura was heart-wrenching.

Goethe was so angry by Atanis's words that he heard Rogge ask loudly: "If we don't enter the territory of Sparta, how can we go deep into the wilderness, and do you know where the Pharaoh's Stone can be found?"