At the end of October, the weather is slightly cold, everything is withering, and it is already late autumn. The grass and trees turned yellow one after another, and the earth was monotonous.

In the bitter autumn wind, a withered yellow leaf swirled and slowly fell to the ground. Mixed in with a patch of weeds that were also yellow.

Immediately, an iron hoof fell from mid-air, stomping heavily on the fallen leaves, crushing the already fragile leaves. The debris drifted away with the bitter autumn wind

It was a tall, pure black warhorse.

The hooves and feet alone are the size of a bowl, the limbs are slender, and the whole body is full of bulging muscles, and it looks like it contains explosive power.

The shiny fur sparkles in the sunlight as if it had been brushed with a layer of ink.

In front of its forehead is a white sword-shaped spot, which looks like a very powerful horse, and the mount of the mythical god of war is no more than that.

If you are a person who knows horses, you can see the conspicuous spot of guò at first glance, and know that this war horse is from the Aberdeen region, which is rich in war horses, and it is the best war horse of the mainland breed.

If you are a professional, you may be able to clearly point out from its graceful long neck, long mane, short head, and well-developed limbs that the war horse also has the best and purest royal blood, and its ancestors have been favored by countless ancient emperors.

There are very few such famous horses in the world, and all of them are priceless, and only the most powerful people in the mainland can have them.

On that horse sat a tall knight in a scarlet coat, heavily armored all over.

The armor is shiny, beautiful and detailed, with exquisite patterns and patterns carved on it, full of artistic atmosphere, and definitely not ordinary.

The knight carried a sword at his waist, and the hilt of the sword was inlaid with a huge gem, almost as large as an egg, and the crystal clear gem reflected the blinding smoothness in the sunlight, which was truly priceless.

Behind him, a banner was waving in the wind, embroidered with a huge golden lightning bolt.

The knight sat back on his horse and glanced triumphantly to the side.

As far as the eye can see, there is a sea of flags, armor like a sea, swords like snow, and spears like a forest.

Well-equipped soldiers spread all over the land, and they lined up in neat queues, forming phalanxes, proudly facing the east, and the whole team was extremely magnificent.

The black iron armor on their bodies reflected the cold light, and the sun in the sky dimmed.

The footsteps of the march rumbled like thunder, earth-shattering, and resounded through the sky.

From time to time, a long horn sounded, penetrating the huge noise and clearly reaching the ears.

Watching the bands of soldiers pour across the plain like a tidal wave, Veraprani couldn't help but feel a little proud in his heart.

These were the Semitic legions he led. With their own orders, these Semitic most elite warriors will fearlessly cross mountains and seas, fight east and west, and turn the qiē in front of them into rubble and endless sea of blood~!

Along the way, they were invincible, besieged hundreds of cities, plundered 2,000 miles of land, and fought dozens of fierce battles without defeat.

The so-called elite of human beings is as weak as a pack of chickens and dogs in front of them.

At this moment, looking at the rows of soldiers, he couldn't help but have a hint of illusion, as if he was a god high above the clouds who decided the life and death of all people at will.

At this moment, he dominates the land.

The resentment against the high priest in my heart has long disappeared without a trace.

In the presence of the High Priest, General Veraprani was not as favored as the recently dead General Maschinot.

The reason for this is probably that he is not as eloquent and likable as Maschinotte.

Therefore, during the war, he was only in command on the Western Front, responsible for dealing with the attack from the Ruman Empire, and the tug-of-war between the Kiel Kingdom and the soldiers of the Ruman Empire.

It's a lot of work, and it doesn't do much good.

The Marquis of Marleton, the famous general of the Ruman Empire, was also an experienced and treacherous opponent

The Marquis of Marreton, though inferior in strength and insufficient in force, was overstretched in battle, and was repeatedly defeated in Veraprani's fierce attacks.

But the Ruman Empire under his leadership was as strong as a tortoise, and with the help of damn artillery, it was impossible for Verapland to do anything.

Therefore, on the Eastern Front, Maschinot and they are constantly advancing because their opponents are too weak, grabbing land, money, and women, and being knights, and spilling a lot of hereditary titles.

There was a voice of praise in the Semitic army, and everyone was unrivaled for a while.

Veraprani didn't move, which made him extremely uncomfortable, and if he was not careful, he would be bitten back by the old fox of Marreton. That feeling is like a eunuch going up to the Qinglou, his heart is on fire, but there is nowhere to vent. If he stays any longer, he's going to go crazy.

And now, suddenly, a thunderbolt from the sky.

General Maschinot, who had made great achievements in battle, was hanged up, and suddenly died on the battlefield under circumstances that no one could have imagined.

And the generals under him were also leaderless for a while, and they were in a mess.

Speaking of which, those sons of bitches are really cool enough, General Maschinot's bones are not cold, and the generals have begun to fight openly and secretly for the crown of the king of Casmonia on his head, and even have to fight.

It was the king's hat, ruling thousands of miles of land, ruling over fertile plains, with 30 million people, manipulating the life and death of these nobles.

Each of the several generals under the command of Maschinot believed that the crown should be his own, and the commander of the Western Front should also be his own, and gave in.

Under the city of Delong, they are almost about to have a large-scale fight, these generals are from different Semitic tribes, that is, they are from the same tribe, and the families are not the same, and no one buys anyone's account.

The lichs who lost found that the situation was not right, and tried their best to suppress it.

At the same time, the lawsuit was brought to the high priest.

The high priest was furious and reprimanded the generals severely.

Veraprani himself was a blessing in disguise, transferred from the Western Front to command the battle.

And the high priest may have made a promise, as long as he takes the Vatino, he will be the king of Casmonia~!

Compared to his current title of King of Ripol, it is really small and pitiful, not a third the size of Casmonia.

Thinking of this, Verapland couldn't help but laugh happily again, just like he had been in the past few days, he could barely close his mouth.

What does it mean to see people's hearts for a long time, what does it mean to see the clouds that guard clearly, and what does it mean not to experience wind and rain and not see the rainbow......

If you look at General Verapland's personal experience, you can see how hard the general worked hard and finally succeeded. Just then, a fast horse came galloping from the front.

The knight approached, reined in his horse, and stopped. He saluted General Verapran, and then shouted: "General report, the advance of our army has arrived ten miles outside the Vatino.

Please instruct the general. ”

"Ten miles outside the Vatino?~!" Verapland was shocked.

The mighty Semitic legions have reached the pillars of the human spirit, under their holy city~!

As long as this place is conquered, the spirit of human resistance will inevitably be shattered.

And as the one who led the army to attack the holy city of the human race, he will also go down in history~!

"The conqueror of the Vatino, or the conqueror of humanity~!"

Veraprani secretly thought about this title in his heart, and added this qualifier in front of his name, which really doesn't feel too good~!

Didn't he become the first person in the Semitic tribe, and any royal nobles would not be worthy of lifting shoes for themselves when the time came.

Thinking of this, he immediately waved his horsewhip vigorously and ordered in a loud voice: "Pass my order, and the whole army will speed up." Be sure to arrive at the Vatino City by noon. ”

After speaking, he raised his hand and whipped hard on the ass of his war horse.

The horse roared violently and stood up, then kicked its four hooves away, rode in the direction of the army's advance, and galloped down quickly.

When the standard-bearer next to him saw it, he didn't dare to slack off, and he hurriedly urged the war horse, held the banner high, and chased down.

An hour later, Verapland was already in the front army.

By this time, the former army had set up camp ten miles from the Vatino.

Although Verapland was covered in dust, he did not dismount and enter the camp to rest. Instead, he walked out of the camp and came to a small hill not far away, and then stopped his horse and carefully observed the city in the distance.

Under the sunlight, the city in the distance is like a pale blue cloud, and it is difficult to see clearly.

Only in the center of the city, there is a dazzling golden light, and the halo illuminates the air, as if it is a miracle.

Verapland just glanced at it, and immediately knew exactly what it was.

In fact, every Semitic general knew all about this.

Those were the three goals that every valiant Semitic officer dreams of, and even the three that he would conquer without sacrificing his soul: first, the three towers of the Maple Leaf Danlin, which represent the highest achievement of a human elemental mage.

Second, it is here, the magnificent Temple of Light in the Vatino City, which represents the spiritual sanctuary of all mankind.

Third, there is the famous castle in the city of Ruman in the Ruman Empire, which represents the most powerful country in the world.

At this time, the golden light he saw was actually the reflection of the golden dome of the Temple of Light

It is said that many of the Terran dead and plagued people regarded the 'golden dome reflection' as one of the ten major landscapes of the Holy City. For this reason, they are still very complaining, drinking and reciting poetry, and the disgusting people are even vomiting their food.

But at this time, Verapland's heart was full of excitement.

This is the closest Semitic people have been able to reach the enemy for thousands of years.

And tomorrow, this place will be a pile of rubble~!

He had already received information that the Bright Sect's armament mobilization was extremely slow. The vanguard forces that they could use were also lost in the recent war.

Therefore, the Vatino at this time can be said to be an empty city, with no soldiers to use except for a large group of dead balds and nuns.

With an army of nearly 200,000 troops, attack an empty city... ・・・

Although it is a famous city, it will also fall at its own feet~!

Looking at the city in the distance, imagining it in a sea of fire, General Huerapulan couldn't help but suddenly feel a trace of regret: how nice it would be if such a beautiful city could be preserved.

It's a pity that the high priest has issued a strict order, and the Vatino must be destroyed~!

And it is impossible to leave even a single intact tile, and the name Vatino must be erased cleanly and completely.

He pondered for a moment, then heard the sound of a horn behind him, and involuntarily looked back.

Immediately, I saw that the front army camp was already burning with smoke from the cooking, and it was obvious that the soldiers were burying the pot and cooking.

Seeing this, Verapland couldn't help but be furious, waved his war horse, and shouted: "Where is General Talma, the former commander of the army?"

Seeing his sudden outburst, several officers beside him looked at each other for a moment.

In the crowd, I don't know who whispered: "I know that my lord is coming, General Tama is in the camp, and I personally prepare lunch for my lordship." ”

Verapland's eyes were like lightning, and he glanced at it coldly, but he didn't find out who the speaker was - at this time, it was definitely his best friend who took the risk to say good things for Talma.

He snorted coldly, and then said sharply: "Eat, at this time, he still has the heart to eat." Order, he must come to see me within ten breaths, otherwise military law will be engaged~!"

After saying that, he shook his head and turned to look at the Vatino.

Behind him, the officers secretly looked at each other, and they didn't dare to say anything.

The so-called new officials take office with three fires.

No matter when, when this new official takes office, this majesty must be established, otherwise, the subordinates will look down on themselves, and they will not be able to command in the future.

And after Verapland took office, the big guys have been secretly guessing who he will take to Liwei. But there was no movement.

Now it seems that Talma was unlucky, and hit the muzzle of his gun.

But this was to be expected: after the death of General Maschinot, of all his successors, Talma was the most vocal because he also had the largest army under his command.

As a result, the high priest parachuted a general of Verapran, and if he didn't clean him up, who should he clean up?

Nearby, a guard rushed towards the barracks and delivered orders from Verapuran.

After a while, I saw a general dressed in red and wearing a red and white tassel galloping on horseback.

As soon as he approached, he saddled and fell off his horse, fell on one knee, and bowed in front of General Huerapuran in a proper manner, and cried out, "General, Talma has come to report for duty." ”

Only then did Veraplan turn around and look the other party up and down. I found that Talma's face was respectful, and his attitude was extremely subdued.

Seeing this situation, Verapran is not easy to get angry, and he must control the importance of his subordinates, otherwise it will cause his subordinates to be resentful.

He snorted coldly, and then said in a deep voice: "General Talma, sue me, where are you now?"

Tama couldn't help but be stunned.

Before he could answer, Verapelan stretched out his horsewhip at this time, pointed hard at the Vatino City in the distance, and then shouted: "You are under the Vatino, the holy city of mankind, and you are riding into the Holy City and burning the Temple of Light." Achieving immortal deeds is right in front of you. But you stopped.

As a general, do you know what it means to be a soldier and a god?"

Talma was stunned for a while, and then said, "But general, our army has traveled a long way, marching all the way, people are sleepy and horses are tired, and there is no food yet......

Verapland looked at him with hatred and said, "The enemy has not eaten. They're just an empty city, and the nearest human army is still surrounded by us in Delon, so I don't know what you're worried about?"

Talma hesitated for a moment, then argued: "General, according to the report from the cavalry scouting horses, it seems that the eagle banner of Lorraine has been seen ahead.

Most likely, he has already arrived with the legion, so ...... So ・・・・・・"

When everyone heard the forbidden name, they all shouted in unison, and then looked at each other.

The Terran Flying Eagle God of War.

Damn little white face.

He not only snatched the first beauty of Lingshan, but also put a green hat on His Royal Highness the Prince of Leishan. And according to unconfirmed information, he once fought hard with the high priest. An ambush was set up and the high priest was wounded.

In the minds of everyone, the high priest is a great being like gods and demons, who dominates the world and is invincible. But such a great god suffered at the hands of that man.

While shattering the myth of the high priest's invincibility and pulling him off the altar, he also created his own myth. Awe and fear are deeply rooted in the hearts of the Semitic people.

Veraplan was also stunned, and then he jumped into a rage and shouted: "Fart, fart."

Lorraine was far away in Naian, how could he lead a large army to come in such a short time?

Even if he flew in the War Fortress, you don't know how high the energy consumption of the War Fortress is. With such a long journey, how many people can be Vatino?"

Everyone couldn't help but glance at each other, and they all showed thoughtful expressions.

Yes, the war fortress has a limited carrying capacity, and it can transport dozens of people at a time.

Even if Lorraine exerts the strength to eat milk, how many people can be transported in such a short period of time?

At most, it is the appearance of a regiment.

That little bit of strength is really not enough for everyone.

These soldiers are also the elite of this era, but because of their lack of knowledge, they have fallen into the misunderstanding of understanding, and they do not know that there is a powerful means of transportation called a train in this world. Therefore, it is impossible to judge the real force that Lorraine can transport.

In fact, even if they knew the real troops brought by Lorraine, they didn't care, just one division was only about 10,000 people. For them, who have nearly 200,000 troops, they don't pay attention to it at all.

At this time, Verapland pointed at the Vatino and shouted: "General Talma, now immediately, attack me." If it's any later, I'm afraid our enemies will have already escaped~!"