In the luxurious large living room of the former city lord of the Fallen God City and the deputy head of the Yemo Mercenary Regiment, Ophorok and Marshal Rocherio were staring at a large sand table in the center of the living room.

Both of them were silent and silent.

"Marshal," Ophirok finally spoke, "although he has taken this Fallen God City, there is not as much food as expected. This time, His Majesty sent 100,000 troops, but only 50,000 were transported. At present, the army's food stock is only enough to support half a month. Your Majesty has never fought any battles, but Marshal, you have experienced countless wars and battles in your life, and you have achieved impressive results, so there is no reason not to know the importance of supplies to war. ”

"Mr. Paladin," Rocherio's low chuckle rang out in the hall, "you may be the most brilliant genius of your youth, but experience is sometimes far more powerful than genius in politics. Although the war was not militarily clever, it was politically very clever. It's a pity that you and I are both soldiers, and although we are in a difficult situation now, even for the sake of the people of the Alliance, we have to win this war. ”

Offirok wanted to speak and stopped, he understood that with the delicate situation in politics today, some things are tacit, and some issues are not suitable to be put on the table.

He sighed and looked at the sandbox with a frown. The topography of the basin is like a funnel, with the large end facing the Rhine League, and then gradually narrowing until it is harvested into a narrow passage that is only three kilometers wide and more than ten kilometers long. In just a few months, there was already a small improvised fortress on the passage. Three earthen walls of about 6 meters were built one after another according to the topography. The mountains on both sides of the passage are relatively steep, and the Ron have built more than a dozen fortresses on each side, and their few magicians are mostly deployed in these fortresses, which are condescending enough to strike the entire front of the passage.

Marshal Rocherio was tall, with meticulously combed silver hair, and a clear face full of the charm of time and experience. Opirok knew that the young marshal was a famous beautiful man in the entire League. After being in a high position for a long time, Ophorok can no longer peek out from this face. In fact, Ophirok very much wanted to know why the two great mages of the alliance, Hiero and Lhasa, as well as the marshal's close friend, the Starry Sky Sword Saint Prosis, did not go with the army.

You must know that this expedition almost exhausted the forces of the Rhine League. In terms of military strength alone, the Rhine Alliance is actually almost the same as the Duchy of Ron, but it far surpasses the Duchy of Ron in terms of the strength of the mages and the number of strong men. The Principality of Ron has neither archmages nor warriors of the rank of paladins and sword masters. And the Rhine League has two great mages and a sword master, and if you count Elesis and Opirok, there will be one more paladin and one more archmage. With such strength, even compared with the three major empires, the difference is limited.

Since neither the Rhine Alliance's Magus nor Juggernaut had gone on the expedition, and Opirok was unwilling to reveal his paladin's strength, this war strangely turned into a regular war. Of course, the Confederate Emperor Louis IX sent his court mages out of the way, and the Inquisition secretly sent a small force of Paladins, Light Mages, and Templars to assist Ophorok. Naturally, the Twelve Knights of the Round Table of the Holy See also followed Ophorok.

The Inquisition had always been uncomfortable for Opirok, and this time it was even more difficult for him to leave Elesis in the Grand Duke's palace because of their presence. The Inquisition is the base of the Church's most extreme organization: the Last Inquisition. For these fanatical guys, Ophilok has always hated it, and he can stay away from it.

"Marshal, if we attack this line head-on, what do you think are the chances of success?" asked Opirok with a frown.

Rocherio pondered for a moment, and said slowly: "The night mercenaries of Falling God City were tricked out of the city by us, and this time I think the Duchy of Ron will definitely retreat behind the defense line and dare not come out again." After all, the six thousand nights of the mercenaries were completely wiped out in half a day, and that old Capone thing of the 'Feitian' Knights is not stupid, and he will definitely estimate our strength. If it is attacked head-on, this defense line should be taken within half a month, and the opponent's 50,000 people will not be able to run a few. But...... We're probably going to lose the same number as well. ”

Ophorok looked at the sand table wordlessly. He knew that Marshal Rocherio, although not famous, was hardly inferior in military genius to his father. The Golden Lion was still too young, and this was the first time he had commanded such a large number of legions, and he knew that he was still inferior to the marshal in terms of marching and polemics.

The loss of 50,000 people is unacceptable in any way. He sighed secretly, if Hierro, who was proficient in large-scale killing magic, was here, all the problems would be solved.

There is a small and simple military camp outside the city of Falling God. This barracks is strange, the number of guards far exceeds the other barracks, and the guards are actually the soldiers in the battalion. There were only about 300 knights in the barracks, and the military discipline was extremely loose, most of them hid in the tents to rest, and a few were taking care of their equipment or scrubbing their horses.

A small group of patrol soldiers passed through the barracks, and a young, haughty-looking junior officer watched the lazy knights in the camp all night. He was pleased with his rank as a major, but found that no one here was looking at him, especially a knight sitting on an oak barrel, carefully polishing his spear. The knight was just in the way of the patrol.

Seeing that the knight had no intention of giving way, the young officer took a sip and scolded: "What a bunch of scum! I don't know any etiquette! I have a better attitude towards horses than I do towards people, no wonder I put him here! If I give Lao Tzu a chance, I must let you know what a real knight is......" Before he finished speaking, an old soldier behind him covered his mouth regardless of his status.

The officer struggled to get away, and the smell of gun oil, tobacco, and sweat on the veteran's hands almost made him faint. He was the son of an earl, and a knight of the eighth rank, how could he ever smell such a smell? Just as he was about to curse, the old soldier was about to come up again to cover his mouth, and he was so frightened that he took a step back.

The veteran stepped forward and whispered, "My lord, these are all death row prisoners here!

Standing in front of the knight who was blocking the way, he shouted, "Now standing before you is the captain of the major knight!

The knight didn't raise his head, and said lightly, "I've been sitting here since the morning." If the adults want to trouble me, they will say directly, why do you have to go around?"

The officer's face was flushed with anger, and he looked around to see that the knights in the lion's tooth camp had put down their work and began to watch the excitement. Especially when you look at your own gaze, why does it always feel like you are looking at a dead person?

But it made his anger even bigger. Choking, the young officer unsheathed his sword and shouted: "Is it a great thing to have killed someone! Lao Tzu has already killed three people in this battle alone! Come on, arrest this scumbag for me, just for despising his superiors, Lao Tzu will whip him with thirty lashes!"

He shouted for a long time, but no one answered. Looking back, he realized that the ten soldiers he had brought with him had already gone far away, ignoring his orders. At this moment, the old soldier who had covered his mouth pointed to the knight's feet, and the young officer gave a strange look, and froze.

The knight's spear has a peculiar shape, purple-black throughout, and only when it is close to the hilt is it a silver-gray metallic luster. The knight was wiping the barrel of his gun with a cloth dipped in water. The purple-black color faded away, revealing the silver-gray underneath. It's just that the sewage that flows down the barrel of the gun is dark red.

How many people's blood was on this spear before it turned so thick purple-black? The young officer suddenly felt a chill flush from the bottom of his heart.

Kate ignored the boring boy who was screaming and jumping in front of her, and just focused on wiping her war gun.

Before setting out, the Hammer of the God of War poured everything into recreating a complete set of knightly equipment for Kate. All armor has been blessed with several spells and mixed with enough dark iron. This war gun has poured countless efforts into Feiss. The head of the war spear is a little jet-black, and it is all made of dark iron. There are four serrations on the head of the spear, and in the middle is a blood groove. The sawtooth flashed with blue magical light, and was paralyzed. The blood trough was dark green, obviously a huge poison. In Camp Lion's Tooth, the equipment would give Kate at least half a chance of surviving.

The whole spear weighed one hundred and twenty pounds. If it was Kate before the Dwarven War, she wouldn't be able to use this spear. Due to the lack of Darkiron, Rogge resolutely replaced the handle of the Soul Bound Axe with an ordinary stainless steel axe, dissolving all the Darkiron to make this war gun for Kate. Kate was very fond of the gun and said, "It's going to kill people anyway, so let's call it a butcher." ”

Kate's heart is now calm, or rather more dead. He had no interest in the little fly flying around in front of him, what threat could a fly pose to his life?

The young officer's face was blue and white, and he did not know how to step down. All his subordinates hid far away, obviously with no intention of breaking the siege for themselves. The knights in the lion's tooth camp have already started talking about it in twos and threes, and all that comes to their ears is: "Little ghost who doesn't grow eggs",

"I guess it's the son of a stupid pig nobleman",

"Yes, just look at that timid look and imagine what kind of surname he Lao Tzu is!"

The young officer's face grew redder and redder, and at last dignity overcame fear, and he shouted, pointed his sword directly at Kate's chest, and said, "Stand up!

Kate still rubbed her gun and replied lightly, "Challenge me?" The knights of the Lion's Tooth Camp laughed insolently.

The young officer finally couldn't help it, and with a long sword, it almost hit Kate's neck, and scolded: "Fucking stand up and talk to Lao Tzu!"

With a bang, his long sword somehow flew into the sky, and then the shadow of the gun flashed in front of him, and the shield in his left hand rang out five times in a row. The tremendous momentum caused him to sit on the ground. The young officer, who had finally come to his senses, hurriedly touched the upper and lower parts of the mixed body, and saw that there were no blood stains or wounds, so he gasped and calmed down.

He suddenly saw his soldier staring at his knight's shield with a strange expression, so he took a look at it too, and froze again.

The knight's shield made of fine iron appeared with five round holes the size of an egg.

Before he could recover his senses, Kate shot him lightly in the abdomen, and the fighting spirit exploded instantly, and the young officer fell to the ground on his back, his armor was unharmed, but his whole body twitched. Then, the tip of Kate's spear swiped lightly under his crotch a few times, and several pieces of cloth flew in the wind. Kate glanced at it and said lightly: "It turns out that the hair has grown together, then it is time to understand something, don't provoke those of us who crawl out of the pile of dead people casually." ”

Kate returned to camp with her gun in hand, ignoring the fly that suddenly cried and screamed. He swept the war gun in his hand and said to himself: "Dead fat man, you gave me the axe, don't be slaughtered yourself." ”

Rogge, who was sipping afternoon tea in his small building, suddenly sneezed, he rubbed his nose, and scolded: "His grandmother, is the one who doesn't want to live and curses Lao Tzu?" He woke up suddenly, knocked his head hard, and smiled at the person in the chair opposite: "Look, I accidentally said foul language again." ”

The man was covered in a wide cloak, and said with a smile: "Have I heard less? ”

It turned out that this mysterious person turned out to be Elesis. Rogge was also startled when she came, when had he ever seen this witch dressed up? But thinking of the Holy Knights and the black flames of Elesis all over the city, Rogge felt a little realised in his heart.

The letter was left for Rogge by Ophorok before leaving. In the letter, he gave a detailed analysis of Rogge's two skirmishes with the Ice Silver Fox and the Dwarven tribe before and after, and clearly marked the advantages and mistakes. He even wrote a dozen pages of tactical analysis of the battle of the dwarven tribes.

In the eyes of the Golden Lion, Rogge's greatest strength lies in his strategic acumen. Fat people can always mobilize resources from all sides, forming a situation of fighting more and fighting less. Seeing this, Rogge couldn't help but smirk twice: "I didn't expect Qunou to be able to get the model of chivalry: the praise of the paladin!"

Rogge's style has always been to be able to fight each other with ten people, never fight one by eight, and if there is an opportunity to stab in the back, he resolutely does not fight head-on. Opirok used the orthodox art of war to revise these unconventional tactics.

In the opinion of the Paladin, every force on the battlefield is precious. On the premise of not losing troops, if we can fight one out of eight, but we must insist on fighting one out of ten, it will be a waste of strategy. When the strength of the two sides is close, these subtle wastes often accumulate into the final defeat of the entire battle. As for the hidden arrow in the back, he also has his limitations. Frontal combat on the battlefield is always the first choice to win, and if you can defeat the enemy head-on, you still have to look for opportunities to stab in the back, which is also a waste of strategic resources.

Rogge is familiar with wild history miscellaneous books, but he knows that there are indeed many people in history who have the reputation of 'wise generals', who are invincible in their lives, but it was the misuse of tactics in the last battle that led to a complete defeat and ruined their reputation in World War I.

Paladins mean that they must first ensure that they are undefeated in the frontal battle, and then they can look for opportunities to stab in the back.

At the end of the letter, Opirok pointed out that Rogge's gambler surname was Ge, who did not leave any reserves in every battle, and was often in a hurry when the war began. Although Rogge commanded these two battles with a clear and clear vision, and won the final victory in the face of a strong enemy, he suffered heavy losses, and if there was another battle in the future, Rogge would definitely lose.

In fact, it was Offirok who overestimated Rogge. It's not that the fat man doesn't keep reserves, but he doesn't know what reserves are at all.

At the end of the letter, Opiroc wrote: "There is no such thing as a plan that is immutable or unmodified. Those famous generals in history have the ability to modify their plans at any time according to the battlefield situation. You know, things in this world are ever-changing, and a dead plan can't account for all changes. The more elaborate the plan, the more changes will often have to be made. That's the point of preparing a strategic reserve ...

Rogge flipped through Ophorok's letter twice, his face full of admiration. Elesis asked, "Have you finished reading it?"

"The paladin's insight really can't be compared! The whole letter is actually unscrupulous and improvised. Alas, my previous understanding was too shallow, damn, ah, I'm sorry! No wonder Master Ophorok is already a paladin at such a young age, and I'm still mixed up with a ninth-level magician!"

Elesis laughed wildly, and Rogge's sculptural face stunned.

Elesis saw Rogge staring blankly at her, and somehow her face turned slightly red. With a flick of her fingers, a small black flame burned lightly on Rogge's thigh, which brought the fat man back to his senses.

is also a stunning beauty, Floya's beauty is clear, and it is as beautiful as water that makes people feel that they can't stand a little blowing. And Elesis is very classical, like a statue of a god carved from thousands of years of ice, which is unattainable and can only be looked up to by the mountains of perfection and nobility. After getting along with these two beauties for a long time, almost a man will be ashamed of himself. However, Rogge is a cowardly character, although he is respectful on the surface, he really has a lot of dirty thoughts in his heart, "If Lao Tzu catches you, what will happen".

Of course, Elesis didn't know these thoughts in Rogge's stomach. If she had known, I am afraid that the fat man would have been tempered alive with black fire. In this regard, it is Floya, who has spent much less time with Rogge, who understands his thoughts better.

Elysis's laughter faded into silence. She looked out the window at the gloom, a shadow cast between her brows.

Rogge put away Ophorok's letter and lit it on the candle flame, watching it burn to ashes. Then he took a step closer to Elesis and called softly, "Miss......"

Elesis didn't look back, there was a hint of melancholy in her voice: "Rogge, in your heart, what is your opinion of His Highness Ophorok, can you tell me?"

Rogge hesitated for a moment and replied, "Your Highness is the youngest paladin, and a person like me has no way of understanding the realm of an adult. However, everything I have today can be said to have been given by Lord Ophilok, so the villain has always been loyal to His Highness and worked hard. It's just that the villain's ability is really limited, so this time I messed up the adult's business......"

Elesis sighed softly and interrupted Rogge, "Rogge, don't be so hypocritical at this time, okay? Aoife takes a fancy to you because you have potential that others don't have. Even I didn't see this potential in you at first. Your mana is ridiculously low, and of course, you're making rapid progress compared to other mages. But your spiritual power is so huge that people are afraid, although you have been very careful to cover it up, but for those whose strength reaches or exceeds me, as long as you have the heart, you will find something special about you. So let's just say that, we're actually using you as well. ”

Rog's heart was pounding, he never expected that Elesis would say it so clearly. He rarely put away his oily and smooth attitude, and sighed: "I have no relationship with Lord Ophilok, even if I use it, I am still very grateful for the grace of my lord's acquaintance." If it weren't for the guidance and care of Lord Opirok, I might still be an ordinary low-class nobleman who only knows how to eat, drink and be merry. ”

"Rogge, magic is very important to high-level magicians. But spiritual power is the key to becoming a great magician. Psychic power is not only the ability to control magic, it is also a power that is closer to the source of power. With your spiritual power, sooner or later you will become a great magician, and at that time, I am afraid that all the forces will rush to win you over. ”

Rogge shook his head and said, "It's not that there are people who are trying to woo me now. But whether or not I will be able to achieve something in magic in the future, it is still appreciated by Lord Ophilok to have all of this today. I'm not ungrateful, and I'll always remember that. ”

There was some relief in Elesis's voice, and she said softly, "Rogge, you know that Aoife is very proud. You also know his strength, so there has been no difficulty until now that has really stumped him. That's what worries me the most. He was a perfect man, with no real friends or henchmen. Rogge, you know that a person's power is always limited, and I'm afraid that one day he will fall on his pride. ”

The woman who used to be like an iceberg melted and became as gentle as water. She turned around, gently shook Rogge's hands, and said, "Rogge, promise me that you must help Aoye, okay?"

The tenderness in Elesis' eyes almost overflowed, but Rog knew she wasn't looking at herself. Her gaze passed through her body, through the walls behind her, through thousands of miles of time and space, and landed on a figure as dazzling as the sun.

With a bang, all the blood poured into Rogge's head. For a moment, all he felt was the cold slippery stuff on his hands. Elesis' hands didn't seem to have a single bone, so soft they almost drove him crazy.

However, the tenderness in her eyes was like a pair of ice water, slowly pouring out his blood. Rogge only felt that his whole body was getting colder and colder, and the chill seeped into his bone marrow slightly.

There is also a sourness that is difficult to explain.

Rogge gently pulled out his hand, lowered his head, and said calmly: "Miss don't worry, Rogge will definitely try his best to do things for Lord Ophilok." ”

Elesis's face was slightly red again, this slightly shy color would have hooked Rogge's soul in the past. Now he doesn't dare or want to look at it directly.

"Rogge, I'm ......" Elysses stuttered a little, "I was a little out of shape just now......

Looking at the departing figure of Elesis, Rogge couldn't help but wonder a little, what was it that knocked this witch like an eternal glacier to the dust like this? Immediately, he remembered Ophorok's might, style, bearing, and talent, and couldn't help but sigh lightly.

The sky of the other world is always gloomy, but at this moment it was cut open by a flame. A flaming chariot, pulled by four unicorns, swept across the sky, leaving only a flaming tail flame.

Otherworldly fog, clouds, and black-gray death energy swirled as they tried to approach the chariot, but before they could come into contact with the burning white flames, they were already evaporated. Where the clouds burned away, a small patch of the sky finally emerged rarely.

The sky is bottomless black. Instead, it is the clouds that bring a little dim light to this world.

The invisible coercion of the chariot escaped in all directions. Countless undead creatures were fleeing from the chariot's light. The undead who could burrow into the ground were desperately turning over the earth, and even though the dirt was covering their bodies, they were still desperately burrowing down.

There was a commotion in the valley in the distance, and a huge bone dragon flapped its wings and flew up. It spewed a dragon's breath with pale death flames into the chariot, causing the chariot's flames to shake violently and burst into flames.

An extremely tall figure appeared on the chariot. His entire body was shrouded in dazzling flames, and only the silhouette of a human figure could be faintly discerned. He spoke, and his voice echoed through the heavens and the earth like thunder: "O discarded by the gods, give up your resistance and be purified in the flames of the heavenly realm!"

The bone dragon returned with an incomparably strong death flame dragon breath, and then flapped its wings and fled into the distance.

In a small inconspicuous valley on the ground, there were scattered white bones and rotten wood. Suddenly, a huge dragon skull half-buried in the gray earth rose slightly, and its hollow eye sockets flashed with greed and envy, staring at the dragon's breath in the air.

A skeleton next to it that was only half of its body moved suddenly, and a hand bone with a slight metallic sheen grabbed the bone dragon's neck bone and pressed it heavily into the stucco.

Gregory's reluctance. It had finally seen such a majestic, magnificent, and powerful dragon's breath, and before it could take a good look at it, the demon master next to it pressed itself back. Yes, it is a clever bone dragon, and he knows that the people on the chariot in the sky will never be provoked, but the other world is so big, and there are white bones everywhere, where can he find out?

Even if this demon master was only half of his body now, even if his soul fire was so weak that it seemed to be able to be extinguished at any time, Gregory did not dare to have the slightest thought of resisting. It has entered into the most unequal soul contract with its master, and the demon master can make it self-destruct with a single thought. What's more, the master still has a terrifying devil's right hand! Even if the strength of that hand is now weakened by half, Gregory has no doubt that it can easily crush his own neck bone.

It seems that she will have to wait until she dies herself. Gregory thought to himself.

The battle in heaven was fierce and short. The giant on the chariot threw one flame spear after another at the bone dragon, and each spear hit would open a large hole in the bone dragon's body, but the powerful dragon breath of the bone dragon could not resist the flames of the chariot at all. The bone dragon screamed silently, fleeing in all directions. However, under the combined force of the four unicorns, the flame chariot far surpassed the huge bone dragon in terms of speed and agility. The giant in the chariot is more like a cat playing with mice. He was not in a hurry to kill the bone dragon in front of him, but to dismantle it little by little.

Finally, the giant ended its game, and the bone dragon's entire body was surrounded by flames and fell from the sky. Before it reached the ground, it was completely burned to ashes, like a gray rain from the sky.

The thunderous smug laughter of the giants spread throughout the Atlas, loud enough to vibrate the zombies hiding in the deepest underground:

"I am the master of this world!

The chariot of flames circled in the air for a circle, only to tear through the clouds and disappear into the endless darkness of the sky.

The chariot disappeared for a long time, and the ground slowly began to churn, and slowly, one after another, undead creatures emerged from the soil.

Gregory jumped to the ground with Kazetsuki on his back, and he diligently picked out some good-looking bones for Kazeki. A puff of smoke passed, and Fengyue regrouped her body. She felt extremely weak, and the newly patched skeleton was too fragile, but after the heavy injury, Fengyue really didn't have much room to choose.

Now, except for the bone wings behind his back and the occasional flash of cold light on the tip of his right finger, Fengyue is an ordinary skeleton.

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