A cloudy day.

The sky was dark, with dark clouds, and it was bleak.

The heat was pressing, the air was low, and the sun was barely shining on the ground through the dark clouds.

The army straddled the avenue into the city. Ten thousand soldiers, both men and women, were dressed in familiar leather armor and armed with battle axes, javelins, and spears.

For several days, the furnaces were blazing, the bellows were roaring, and the craftsmen worked in three shifts producing swords, shields, and arrowheads......

However, time was limited, and before the Aycasias could arm all their soldiers, Empress Setaka was already angry, and Shurima's army immediately began the crusade.

The Imperial Legion guarding the southern frontier of the Empire was ordered to suppress it, and twelve Ascended Ones came with the army, in addition to being reinforced by the Imperial Praetorian Guard Air Fleet and the Mage Regiment.

By this time, the army had advanced to a stone's throw from the Aycasian positions.

The Shurima Legion is here to make final preparations. Their army consisted of three parts: one was an army of slaves equivalent to cannon fodder, with only a fairly sharp weapon and a shoddy suit of armor;

The other part is the regular army of the free people of the Empire, who are armed with weapons, wear standard armor, and have a desire for war in their eyes;

The last few were the dependents of the Imperial Praetorian Guard, the Mage Regiment, and the Celestial Warriors, who were armed with specially crafted weapons.

The people of Acacia are ready to fight, and in the forbidden books there are pictures depicting the ancient Aycsian army—brave warriors in arrays of gold and silver—and although the current Acacia is only a remnant of the ancient army, there is no compromise in pride.

Two thousand Talon riders are deployed on each of the flanks, which will serve as a battlefield maneuver to defend the flanks and be ready to support the central battlefield.

Their crotch-mounted mounts were scaly, clawed hooves stamping impatiently across the ground.

A thousand archers knelt fifteen feet in front of them, arrows with blue tail feathers stuck in the soft soil in front of them. They act as ranged units to kill and injure Shurima reinforcements.

The army of Acacia entered the position against the Shurima.

It is a pass on a gentle slope, and passers-by can see at a glance the gray stone walls peeled by the wind and rain, the sides of the rocks are covered in some places by climbing plants, and in other places there are shrubs, the roots of which rise in the gaps in the rocks to draw nutrients, and the tall grass swaying on the cliffs like tassels on the helmets of warriors.

Along the gentle slope stained with nitrate, there are moss-covered and eroded rocks.

This is Acacia's natural risk, as long as you hold this place, it is equivalent to defending Acacia's capital.

Nine hundred years ago, the Mage King led his army to resist Shurima here, and it was here that he fell at the feet of the Celestial Warriors.

It was also here that Acacia signed the Instrument of Surrender and ushered in the reign of Shurima.

Now, the gears of fate have come full circle and returned to square one.

The army lined up on the gentle slope of the pass, with the broken remains of the city walls behind them.

For more than a thousand years after the arrival of the Sun Empress, the Acacians were not allowed to recycle rubble or rebuild walls; Setaka used the ruins to force the Acacians to remember that defeat in ancient times.

But what Setaka didn't know was that the more powerful weapon was oblivion.

The people of Acacia remembered this defeat and the humiliation drove them to rebuild the walls.

The rise of the city walls made Akzam sincerely proud.

Acacia bathed in the glory of rebirth.

The three deep phalanxes of infantry were the main force of the Acacians, like a fortress of courage against the oppressive enemies of the generations.

In the wizarding world, mages have taken on the role of sappers and are casting earth and stone magic to fortify their positions.

The crackling energy blurred the air, the spell was over, the rocks in front of the land in front of the pass were bulging, and the mud was thick, and it was impossible for the land chariots of the Shurima to come again.

But the Magic Float will not be affected.

In the cold weather, the ordinary troops were not idle, they were holding hoes and laboriously digging pits. This earthwork had been carried out since the uprising a few days earlier, and the soldiers had been working for days, exhausted, but still did not dare to relax, but kept digging with their heads down.

The five-man group stood on a gentle slope and looked at the position with Sejax.

"I've never seen so many soldiers," Mr. Akzam said.

Coughlin shrugged, "No one has seen it, not in our generation. ”

"Don't be too complacent," Sejax said. "The Sun Emperor has five troops, and the one with the least number is three times as large as ours."

Akzam tried to imagine such force, but had no concept at all.

This is the crushing of the city-states by the empire, and in the ancient Greek epics "The Iliad" and "The Odyssey", there were as many as 100,000 troops besieging Troy - this is an army assembled by the forces of all the city-states of ancient Greece.

But the ancient empire of the East was different, and it was easy to muster an army of millions.

With an imperial standing army across the southern continent like Shurima, more than ten times the number of the Eccians after all of them were soldiers, it can be said that a single person can drown the Eccasians with a single spit.

With a large standing army as a foundation, the Shurima can make countless mistakes, but the Acacians can't make a single mistake.

The gap in comprehensive national strength is too great for any tactic to make up for it.

Thinking of this, Lan Yu shook his head, Acacia's destruction was already doomed, even if he was in command from the beginning, it couldn't be changed. Unless...

Unless he and Lynn take command together, it will be possible to change Acacia's fate.

The fate of rebelling against Shurima was predestined from the beginning、

Resistance is for a better life than for a meaningless sacrifice, and ......

Killed by the Shurima is death, and the Acacians will be a respectable opponent who will shed a strong mark on Shurima's history books.

Devoured by the Void, it is equivalent to not existing.

"How can we defeat an army like that?" Akzam asked.

Instead of answering him (he couldn't answer the question either, or the morale would have been wiped out), Sejax took the crowd to their intended location, stopping in front of a huge granite stepped building.

Beneath the pedestal of the building were stakes, on which were the corpses of the Shurima inserted, and crows and vultures hovered over the building, and every once in a while one fell from the air without even a wail.

But their kind seemed unaware and continued to hover over the tent.

At the top of the building, a tent was erected in scarlet and indigo satin, containing Barukham's corpse and his staff.

A group of robed priests surrounded the tent, each holding a cane made of star iron to draw an intricate trajectory in the air, guiding the Void to descend.

Once channeled, the Void will follow the scent it "smells" after its prey, devouring life and drinking flesh.

Akzam didn't know what they were doing, but the five knew, and a chill rose from the bottom of everyone's hearts.

Blue Feather used the "Order Degree Horizon" granted by the power of entropy to observe, and a wave of darkness that was extremely thick rushed straight in, the light was completely distorted, and his eyes stinged as if they had entered acid.

He hurriedly canceled the horizon.

Everyone heard a constant buzzing sound, like a nest of bugs trying to burrow into their heads.

The tent swayed like a mirage, and Akzam's eyes began to tear and he had to look away. He felt as if his teeth were loosening in the sockets, and his mouth was filled with the smell of rot.

After a bit of retching, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, but he didn't expect to leave a few traces of blood on his hand.

Akzam was taken aback.

"What's that?" He asked. "What's in there?"

Sejax shrugged. "Didn't I tell you yesterday, our new weapon. It was discovered by sorcerers deep underground after the Saabra earthquake. ”

He pretended to be relaxed, but there was a deep unease in his tone.

"What kind of weapon?"

"Does it matter?" Coughlin said. "They say this thing can kill those goddamn people in gold clothes from the world. And those Celestial warriors, it's impossible to overkill as many times as they want. ”

Now the sun was about to rise to its highest level after the clouds, but Akzam's back shuddered. Lips suddenly dry. There was a tingling in the fingertips.

(Is this fear?) Perhaps)

(Or, perhaps, just maybe, it's an omen.) Something is going to happen. ）

On the other hand, the Shurima have completed their army.

The commander promised the soldiers that they would be able to "rest" on the spot for three days after the city was broken.

When the soldiers heard such a tempting announcement, they immediately burst into jubilant and loud cheers, like the howl of the wind, and shouted long live.

The cry was like the roar of the sea, and it swept away like a storm. "Rob it!" "Kill!" The word simply became a slogan on the battlefield.

It reverberates with the drums of war, with the sound of cymbals and bugles.

An hour later, Shurima's army arrived.