While Linzi was enjoying a special meal under the stars of the Harran Empire, it was a different scene on the eastern plains.

Under the same starry sky, large expanses of camp tents spread out in all directions, and at least millions of them gathered in a majestic city made of solid rock and covered with a thick metal deck.

There are two walls inside and outside the city, the outer wall is 100 meters high, the inner wall is 150 meters high, and the distance between the walls is 200 meters, which is exactly the distance at which the bow and crossbow can exert the most powerful lethality. In the open space between the two city walls, countless magic traps were densely arranged, all kinds of vicious blood-sucking and carnivorous plants were planted, and countless poisonous insects and poisonous snakes were raised.

This short interval of two hundred meters is undoubtedly hell.

The two city walls are half a mile wide, and a large group of sturdy figures are comparable to savage warriors, and the aura emanating from their bodies is also particularly hideous and fierce, and bald warriors with a murderous intent all over their bodies wear heavy armor and walk back and forth on the city walls in groups.

If there were high-ranking officials from the former Caesar Emperor's side, they would definitely be able to recognize these warriors as the soldiers of the Dragon Horn Legion of the Caesar Empire, which was responsible for the defense of the eastern frontier. With a total strength of one million, the Dragonhorn Legion was sent by the Caesar Empire to the eastern Great Plains to help them resist the invasion of nomads under the pleading of several countries such as the Kingdom of Peak.

But it is known that the fighters of the Dragonhorn Legion can only rank third-rate in combat effectiveness in the military sequence of the Caesar Empire. They are numerous, but their individual combat effectiveness is not strong, and they are just a tool used by the Caesar Empire to deter hundreds of large and small countries in the eastern Great Plains.

But now these soldiers of the Dragon Horn Legion who were paraded in the city, their faces were stiff and cold, their eyes were cold and ruthless, and the aura emanating from their bodies was faintly touching the edge of their absoluteness. Ordinary soldiers have almost unsuccessful combat effectiveness, and those soldiers above the squad leader level have really stepped on the premature position with their white spoon strength.

And a few middle-level officers who stood on the arrow tower and the sentry tower and looked around, all of them reached the level of saints. Compared to their rapidly increasing strength, their white spoon expressions also became more ruthless, and there was not even a trace of taste in their eyes.

Even some generals who patrolled around the city wall with their personal guards, their white spoon eyebrows faintly had black dragon scale-like magic patterns looming, their white spoon strength had reached the level of demigods, their white spoon body was simply taller than those barbarian warriors, the knotted muscles on their bodies looked like they were made of steel, and the extra-large armor was about to be burst by their white spoon muscles.

In less than two months, the combat effectiveness of the Dragon Horn Legion has undergone drastic changes. Such an army, not to mention the secular countries of the Western Continent, even in the Knights of the Templar of the Church, can be regarded as a first-class Jing Rui.

In this city that was obviously built with magic, a very small number of civil structures, brick structures, or rock structures made of magic belonged to the Dragonhorn Legion, and the core of the city was a group of dark palaces made of magic, and the palaces that had been shaped by earth magicians and decorated with various jewels and crystals were beautiful, no worse than the palaces of any country on the mainland.

In addition to these buildings, which are obviously the high-rise residences of the Dragon Horn Legion, this city with a length of more than 100 miles and a width is densely packed with countless tents. These new tents of various sizes are haphazardly pieced together, either according to the family unit, or divided by the hometown of the main person, or grouped together by the country to which they belong, and they are randomly put together into large and small messy blocks.

Unkempt men and women sat expressionlessly outside the tent, numb in their faces, giving the illusion that they were slowly dying.

Ignorant children chased and frolicked around the tent with tattered swords and shields they had picked up from the battlefield. There were also children tinkering with some broken crossbows and other dangerous objects, but there were no elders to stop them.

A large group of Dragonhorn Legionnaire soldiers on war horses slowly walked through the tents huddled together without the slightest order, and as they passed by the younger-looking women, they would carefully look them up and down.

Suddenly, a dozen soldiers of the Dragonhorn Legion jumped off their mounts and strode to the door of a tent. The junior officer who led the team knocked them down with a punch and stood up to stop them, a middle-aged man, and grabbed a girl in a tattered white dress with a speckled mud on her face. A soldier picked up a white handkerchief and rubbed the girl's face a few times, revealing a delicate and beautiful face.

"You damn brutes!" a middle-aged woman screamed hysterically and pounced on her.

A soldier pulled out his long sword neatly, and Jing Zhun stabbed the middle-aged woman's heart with an incomparable sword. He tilted his head, glanced at the middle-aged man lying on the ground vomiting blood, and cut off his head with a sword.

"Pretty blonde girl!" the girl struggled and cried, calling out to her father and mother, but the little officer who led the group only nodded in satisfaction, put her on his shoulder, and jumped on the horse with her.

The surrounding people moved, but a large group of soldiers quickly arrived from all directions, and their bows and crossbows firmly encircled the tent area. The young men with swords in their hands looked helplessly at these heavily armed soldiers, and lowered their heads in despair.

An old man roared hoarsely: "Didn't the Caesar Empire send you here to protect our white spoon?

The little officer looked at the old man coldly, and shook his head indifferently: "Caesar Empire? Stupid intake, there is no Caesar Empire in this world! In other words, we are a group of people who have lost their motherland, of course, we have to ...... In the words of the great Diogo Majesty, we are to ...... Yes, how?"

A soldier gave his head a fist, and he pondered for a long time before he suddenly laughed: "Have fun in time!"

"Hahaha, yes, have fun in time, you bastard, you rob me of my words?" the petty officer kicked his subordinate to the ground with a hard kick. Then a group of soldiers laughed frantically at the same time, and their white spoon pupils suddenly turned into a strange amber yellow, exactly the same amber yellow as the pupils of those half-dragon warriors.

This happened all over the city, and hordes of soldiers of the Dragonhorn Legion rushed into the tent area, looting the people's wealth, searching for beautiful maidens, and of course the young women would not be spared, and if they were really born with a beautiful lady with a mature charm, then they would also take them with them.

As for those young adults with a vindictive foundation, they were also ordered by them to accompany them.

Millions of people who have escaped from the nomadic army and escaped to this 'chaotic city' on the eastern border of the Peak kingdom have now become the targets of the Dragonhorn Army. In the face of more than a million powerful warriors who are heavily armed and whose strength has been strangely improved, what can these ordinary people do but endure?

A high-pitched and joyful cry came from afar: "A thousand men with a fighting spirit are all fat and strong men, very good, take them all! Congratulations, you will become a member of the Dragon Horn Army, and you will soon be able to eat and drink well, and a lot of girls will be able to play with you like us!"

Some of the young men who were tied up roared angrily, but the soldiers in armor gave them a severe beating with their guns and covered their faces, and they immediately understood what it meant to know the times as a handsome, and one by one they were led to the black palace complex in the middle of the city.

At the core of the Black Sè palace complex, in a square hall with a length and width of more than two hundred meters, strong magic fluctuations supported the wide dome. A deep pit was dug in the middle of the main hall, and a strange twenty-four-pointed star magic array shaped like a dragon's pupil was arranged at the bottom of the pit, and thousands of fist-sized red magic crystals were inlaid on it.

Diogo was shirtless, wearing a pair of tight leather pants on the lower half of his body, and he was sitting on a throne at the end of the main hall, munching on a whole roasted cow. He was in a good mood and had a good appetite, and a roasted whole beef weighing more than 2,000 catties was eaten by him in three or two, and then he burped comfortably.

"I just said, no robbery, no violence, as long as we are powerful, we can enjoy a qiē!"

"You idiots, do you believe the words of the great Diogo now?Didi, you guy, how many beauties have you enjoyed? Hahaha, if we weren't standing here now, with the power to enter the world, even if you were allowed to enter the surface world, let you attack the cities of the class, and let you plunder as much as you wanted, how many things would you grab?"

The bare-headed Didi 'Ka Ka' laughed and nodded again and again, he excitedly looked at the more than 3,000 half-dragon warriors standing in the deep pit with excitement whose eyes were red, and waved his hand vigorously and shouted: "Bring the new entrant up!

The heavy gate of the palace opened, and more than 3,000 young men with strong bodies and a certain amount of fighting spirit were pushed into the main hall. A large group of soldiers of the Dragonhorn Legion drove them and threw them into the pit like dumplings.

Those powerful half-dragon soldiers swarmed up, grabbed a young man indiscriminately, knocked them to the ground with a fierce punch, and then placed them on a node of the magic array, and sat cross-legged on the body of this unlucky bastard.