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Winding for miles was the tent of Koslin's army. This is not a normal army, because in the camping area, there are no lights, no noise, and no neighing of war horses. Dead silence and darkness envelop this human army.

In the central area of the camp, there is an open sandy area. A group of short figures in black robes shuttled back and forth in the moonlight. With their heads down, they used the bone staff in their hands to write and scratch on the ground, a giant magical pattern, which soon appeared in the sand.

"Hehe-" Next to the sand, a short figure shrouded in black fog let out a piercing laugh from his mouth as he looked at the magic circle in the sand. He is Casey, the leader of the Dark Elf Legion. As the most impatient of several legion commanders, after receiving the order of the Demon Lord, he actually led a group of dark elves into the human world.

Hundreds of years of waiting have long made him impatient. He desperately wants to return to this once familiar land to kill and conquer all enemies, and become the new ruler of this land. What's more, he is eager to find his former compatriots and strengthen the strength of the Dark Elf Legion while satisfying himself. What's more, the Demon Lord is about to wake up, and those who have made great contributions in the process will become the new favorite in front of the Demon Lord after the war is over, sharing the supreme power that belongs to him.

"The shadow left by the undead, the black dragon king, the orcs, and the goddess of nature in your hearts is too heavy! A broken seal has been placed for hundreds of years, and you don't even dare to touch it! Lao Tzu is here, isn't it good now?" Casey looked in the direction of the Far West, and sighed with disdain in his heart.

"Report to your lord, the Blood Soul Circle is ready. A dark elf mage quietly appeared beside him, whispering a report.

"Good. Sacrificial Array!" Casey nodded.

A group of Kosling soldiers, escorted by a group of skeletons, came to the circle.

"Get down on your knees!" a dark elf mage snorted.

The frightened soldiers hurriedly fell to their knees.

Behind him, the bright sword light flashed, and the heads rolled to the ground.

The Dark Elf mages walked over to the corpse. One dragged a body and walked towards the circle. They used the severed corpse as a pen and the blood gushing from their necks as ink, following the pattern they had drawn earlier. Singing and smearing. The moment the blood soaked into the pattern, those lines shone with a strange light, as if the eyes of the god of death were blinking.

"Report to your lordship, the sacrifice is complete. Moments later, the Dark Elf mage returned to Casey.

"Boost mana!" Casey chuckled.

Dozens of dark elf mages walked to the middle of the circle, stood at the intersection of many lines, and chanted in a low voice. Streams of black gas crept into the middle of the circle from under their feet.

"You're waiting, and I'm waiting. But the final victory is destined to be mine. This Blood Soul Array, but I have poured hundreds of years of painstaking efforts! I want to take a look, on the land shrouded in blood souls, what can the six knights be able to do with me? Lord Demon Lord, open your eyes and watch. I cut off the arms of the goddess, greet your awakening with a great victory, and use the blood of the enemy to pave a thick red carpet on your way to domination!

On the sand, the circle disappeared as the dark elf mage withdrew. The night sky echoed with Casey's smug laughter.

In the afternoon sky. There are several vultures circling. These birds are like a flock of dancers chasing death, dancing happily around the deceased. The war of attrition for several days caused the coalition forces on the Western Front to suffer huge losses, and nearly 50,000 coalition soldiers were buried in the Gobi outside Wumo City. The fierce fighting situation forced the commander of the Western Front, Isana, to abandon his position outside the city of Wumo. Lead the coalition forces to retreat to the city of Wumo. Due to the lack of troops and the constant harassment of the enemy, many dead soldiers could not be exposed to the wilderness in the end. It was a helpless choice as they were facing. An enemy who does not abide by the rules of war. This is also the sorrow of the coalition forces, because everyone is ready to sacrifice and can no longer care about their dead comrades.

On the walls of Wumo City, flowing clouds stood in the wind, silently watching the battlefield in the distance. Isanna and Mengyue stood quietly behind him, also looking into the distance with him.

The war is being carried out in a way that Liuyun is never familiar with, and life is as cheap as grass on this battlefield, and the soldiers who are killed on both sides of the enemy and us are not given the respect they deserve. Many of the officers and soldiers of the Koslin Empire had already become dead before the battle began, and the soldiers of the coalition army could not rest in peace after death. Liuyun didn't expect that he would have a time when his heart was as hard as iron, and he would be able to watch all this happen in front of his eyes.

"After the battle of gods and demons is over, I will take off my military uniform and stay away from the battlefield from now on. A deep sense of weariness hit him.

I once thought that my military career was my final destination, and I once thought that passionate fighting was the source of my vitality. With the hands of a soldier, holding the throat of war and returning peace to the world is a beautiful dream that accompanied him through his youth. However, now, his throat is tightly choked by gods and demons, and the power of life and death of all things in this world is in their hands. Even if he is the commander of the coalition forces, he is just a tool of God to deal with demons. Mingluo, the rival he once respected, has also become a tool for the Demon Lord to control Koslin. In this game of thrones, everyone is a plaything, and everyone's fate is controlled by someone, how not to frustrate him.

"Liuyun, no one wants war, except for the Demon Lord. The goddess of nature nurtures all things, but the Dark Lord wants to destroy everything, so there must be a settlement between us and the Demon Lord. The coalition forces need a strong commander, you must cheer up!" Mengyue persuaded softly.

"Am I not strong enough?" Liuyun turned angrily and pointed into the distance, "As a commander, I watched my soldiers die, and the corpses were pecked by vultures in front of me, but I was indifferent! I knew it was death, but I sent 50,000 living young people to the battlefield, and let them be cut to pieces by those skeletons! Messenger of the goddess, tell me, what else do I want?"

Mengyue was silent, only staring at him quietly.

"Commander-in-chief, I have already said that my soldiers are ready to die. They know that if they lose, the world will be reduced to darkness forever, and everyone will become slaves of the Demon Lord. No one has ever experienced such a war, and you are no exception, so please don't mourn for them. The enemy is more cruel than we can imagine, and this just proves that you made the right decision. Ishana also spoke comfortingly.

"Mengyue, can you tell me when this war will come to an end? What the hell do I have to do to destroy the Demon Lord? If not, you tell me, how long will we have to sacrifice before we can look forward to the appearance of the Goddess? Even if she has nurtured all things, if she can safely watch everything be destroyed, what difference will she have with the Demon Lord?" Liuyun said sadly.

"Liuyun, I have no relatives, no friends, no experience of living in this world, and I don't even know where I came from. If you feel like you're a tool, you're not alone, because I think so am I. However, you can't doubt the goddess, she almost sacrificed herself in the first battle of gods and demons in order to protect this continent. When she comes, she will come, don't worry!" Mengyue said sadly.

Her words made Liuyun silent.

"I'm sorry, Miss Mengyue. He smiled wryly and apologized to her, "I don't want to question the goddess, I'm just too stressed." ”

Mengyue smiled lightly and said, "You are troubled because you haven't turned pressure into motivation. Subconsciously, you feel that this war is a war between gods and demons, and you pin all your hopes of victory on the goddess, but forget that you are now the protagonist of the war. I think that from this moment on, you should forget about the goddess and use your wisdom and ability to fight against the power of the Demon Lord. ”

Her words, like morning bells and dusk drums, hit Liuyun's heart hard. She is right, every step she takes now, she thinks about delaying time, waiting for the goddess to return, always hoping that one day she can get out of the chaos and let the gods and demons make an end by themselves. If there is no goddess, only the demon king, then will you still have to fight this battle?

"How many days will the city's supplies last?" Liuyun asked Ishana.

"Ten days at most. Isana replied. The orcs have migrated, and the coalition forces have lost their logistics.

"Okay. You go down and get ready, and in five days the coalition forces will withdraw from the battlefield. Liuyun commanded.

"Withdraw?" Isanna looked at him puzzled.

"Withdraw. We need a bigger battlefield!" Liuyun nodded.

"What about the Far West?" asked Isana.

"Since they are going to come out, let them come out! If you throw a bottle of ink into the lake, it will eventually fade. Stantin's vast land, there is nowhere to fight!" Liuyun said angrily.

Before the retreat of the coalition forces on the Western Front, Raymond, Hyrum, Zi Wencheng, and Snow Girl led their respective knights to Wumo City. According to Liuyun's arrangement, except for the five knights, the rest of the coalition soldiers, led by Isanna, went south into the territory of the Sand Clan to rest and wait.

Early in the morning, Ishana was about to lead her army south, and Rosang hurried to her tent. The baptism of endless war makes love more fanatical. Isana threw herself into Rosan's arms and cried out loud like a wronged little girl.

"Rosan, promise me that you will come back alive. I will look at you in the desert until the wind blows me dry and the sand buries me!"

"Ishana, you are the greatest patriarch in the history of the Sand Clan, and the woman Luo Sang loves most in his life. I haven't married you yet, and I won't enter when the gates of hell are opened. If I can't return, then I'm willing to be married to you in heaven and hell!" said Rosanne, stroking her hair lightly. If I go, you have to live well, that's hypocritical words. The children of the desert, born together, died together, that is their love.

On May 25, the coalition forces on the western front made a strategic retreat, and Isana led more than 100,000 coalition troops to retreat into the territory of the Sand tribe.

On the same day, on the orders of the General Headquarters of the Allied Forces, the troops of the Allied Forces on the Northeast and the Northeast continued to launch fierce attacks on the Kosling Emperor's ** Army.

And in Wumo City, the five knights gathered on the battlefield for the first time, waiting for the order to attack from Liuyun...