The 3rd Regiment of the Kemal family underwent a striking change under the command of De Laere. They were lambs to the slaughter last night, but when they assembled in the early morning, the momentum that erupted was enough to make people look sideways.

Normally, armies are meant to make the enemy fearful, but the Third Legion under Delare's command is in a state of its own fear, which is the fear of its own commander. Humans tend to panic or cower when they are afraid, but when their fear reaches its extreme, it erupts with unimaginable power.

Use fear to drive the army, which is a typical demonic tactic.

El hid in the shadows of the jungle, cautiously observing the movements of the Southern army. After the sneak attack last night, he quickly directed his troops to move the station, but he didn't know if this method would be able to evade the detection of demon warlocks.

As he expected, the Southern Army directly put on a battle formation and crushed in the direction where he was without hesitation. Although the Istalen army occupied the favorable terrain of the jungle, the southern army was four times as numerous as them. In this kind of field environment, no matter how powerful Istalen's warriors are, they can't beat four hands with two fists, and there will be a battle loss figure that El will never accept.

"My lord, the brothers are ready, how are we going to fight?" asked Arlett in a low voice as she leaned over El.

"If we die, we will have one less, and we can't fight with them. El shook his head and said, "We can fight and retreat at the same time, and hold them back." Do you set traps?"

"Uh...... Sorry sir, there may be a few brothers who have slassoed rabbits, and others basically don't know that. Allet touched her nose and said with some embarrassment.

The soldiers in the Isttalon army were professional soldiers, and they knew how to fight a war better than the average conscripted soldier, but they were somewhat powerless for those skills that had nothing to do with fighting. Although traps are also a way to kill people, for the Istalon warriors who can crush the Southern Army by their own strength, they didn't need to play such a trick before.

"The easiest thing is to dig a deep pit, cover it with branches, and sprinkle some soil, you don't need to be taught, right?" El looked at Allet a little speechlessly, until he nodded profusely and sweatingly.

"Let Lawson take people to dig a pit in the back, the lord of a place like the Locke family should usually go out to hunt, and he should be no stranger to this aspect. The rest of the troops retreated, leaving behind those who could shoot arrows. El commanded in a low voice.

"I see, sir. Allett nodded, looking at El with a strange look in his eyes. As a professional soldier, he certainly understood the meaning of El's arrangements. To put it bluntly, this kind of obscene tactics is not complicated, but the Istalon soldiers are used to hard-to-face battles, and they didn't think of these for a while.

Those soldiers who still have the glory of being a soldier in their hearts will not make such a choice even if they think of it. But El had never had anything like it, so he didn't have any psychological burden.

It was already the middle of the night when they broke through the valley pass, and the troops did not have the time or ability to leave the town of Lille too far, not even out of visible distance. On the battlefield where the two armies clashed, this was almost negligible.

Because he had to wait for Tiana's arrival, El didn't want to run too far at first, but when he found out about De Laere's hidden hole cards, it was too late to run, so it was more embarrassing now.

De Laere's army soon reached the edge of the jungle, and it was a basic rule of military practice not to enter the forest, especially when you knew that a group of wolf-like enemies lurked in the jungle. Looking at the lush jungle, many soldiers of the Southern Army showed obvious cowering behavior. But when Delare's knights walked past them, the soldiers' faces contorted.

Compared with the fear of the unknown in front of them, the fear experienced behind them can make them move forward bravely.

The Confederate footsteps paused for a moment at the edge of the jungle, and Delaire coughed and made a magic gesture to his lips so that his voice could be transmitted into the jungle.

"Warriors of Istalen, I don't know what good the young general promised you, but it is destined to be impossible. Isttalon has fallen, the White Lion family has perished, and the beliefs you hold on to have lost their meaning. What are you fighting for?"

Delaere paused for a moment, not hearing back from the other side, so he continued: "I am Delare, the eldest son of Count Kemal, and I am here to ask you one last time to renounce your resistance. We are all people of the kingdom of Oakland, and there is no unquenchable hatred. A senseless war will only bring equal pain to both of us!"

"I agree with only your last word, Mr. Delaer!"

El rose from the shade of the tree and shouted out to the outside of the jungle, "A senseless war will only bring equal pain to both of us!, Monsieur de Larear, if I were you, it would be time to think about whether Count Kemal is capable of withstanding the catastrophe that will destroy Istalen?"

"I've heard that Isttalon has angered the gods, so the city was burned by the fire? Delare's eyes moved, and he asked tentatively.

"You don't think it's reliable yourself, do you really want to believe it?" El said angrily, "Why don't you listen to my advice, let's find a place to sit down and have a good talk?"

"You had enough trouble last night, and now you want to talk about it, are you making a fool of me, General El?" said De Laere with a cold face, and rebuked in a deep voice.

"You're all going to pay!" Miharun roared, wielding his broadbladed axe, and strode in the direction El was speaking. His brain has not recovered since his resurrection, but his strength has been greatly enhanced. I saw him rampage in, and as soon as he lowered his head, he directly smashed the big tree in front of him into two pieces.

A look of annoyance flashed across De Laer's face, but Miharun had already rushed forward, and he didn't bother to say anything, just raised his hand and waved it, ordering his soldiers to start attacking.

The knights of the overseer sped past the soldiers, their swords raised, their blades glowing with an eerie black light, and the eyes of all the soldiers in their path turned blood-red. The expressions on their faces began to distort, and they gradually changed from cowardly sheep to fierce wolves. When Delaree gave the order, they immediately raised their weapons and rushed into the jungle with a wow-wow-wow-wr-wr-w

"Those soldiers have weird ...... Shoot the arrows and hold them down!" El ordered Arlet. The archers, who had already been prepared, immediately drew their bows and arrows. Not all of Isttalon's warriors were good at archery, but it didn't take much skill to pierce the weak bodies of their fellow human beings compared to the rough-skinned Earthwalkers.

The fighting power of the soldiers of the Confederate Army was amazingly boosted by the evil magic of De Lael, and the sudden rain of arrows in their faces made their steps pause, but it did not completely stop. Although the soldiers who were hit by the arrow also died, as long as the part of the arrow was not critical, they continued to move forward without care, as if they had lost the sense of pain.

Miharun who rushed to the front was even more dismissive of this, his body swelled in a full circle, and his skin was covered with obviously abnormal black patterns, and the arrows shot by the archers could only leave a shallow white mark on his body. He rushed into the jungle like crazy, shouting, "Renard, you coward, come out and fight me!"

"This can't be! We've already killed him!" Palanti looked at Miharun at the sight of his face.

"Then kill him again, it's no big deal. Elman said nonchalantly, after experiencing the arrival of the Obsidian Titan and the Purple Demon God Apostle, he was no longer surprised by this kind of resurrection. Historically, the demons of Hell have always been known for their unscrupulous means, so no matter what tricks Delaret has come up with, he's not surprised.

"Leave it to me!" Palanti tightened his grip on his sword and headed for Mihalen, who rushed towards him. After the resurrection, Mihalen's strength has been greatly improved, almost close to the silver rank, and it is also the type of berserker, which is quite difficult for Palanti, but Palanti now also has the hole cards of the family inheritance, and El is still full of confidence in her.

The vanguard of the Southern Army had already approached the line of the Istaron Army, and El waved his hand to signal the fighters in charge of firing to retreat for the time being. He put his hand to his mouth and whistled a long whistle.

The ground began to tremble.

The cavalry in ambush on the right flank charged, swords-wielding swords through the jungle, sweeping away the enemy forces in front of their own lines like an autumn wind. The cavalry of the Southern Army was not numerous, so it did not go into battle, and they did not expect that Elr still had a heavily armed cavalry unit hidden in his hands. Although the terrain of the jungle was also unfavorable for cavalry combat, it would be a one-sided slaughter to put them against ordinary infantry soldiers.

The vanguard of the Southern Army was devastated, and the surviving soldiers fled the jungle, leaving only Mihalen and Palanti to fight inextricably.

After losing the first battle, Delare's face showed no disappointment, he sat upright on his horse, and held a black spherical energy body on his palm. Every time the screams and wails of the dead were heard in the jungle, the orb in his hand seemed darker and darker.

"Let me see how long you can hold on. With a strange smile on his face, De Lael waved his hand again and gave the order, and the second group of demonized troops rushed into the jungle. (Go read OM) (Jiangsu.com)