The poignancy of the blue wolf and Grassburg was slightly diluted. If Richard had led the army, then the royal coalition would have been defeated, but it was unlikely that the entire army would have been wiped out. If the invaders can cross the plane, they must be ferocious, and it would be strange if the coalition forces won the war, otherwise the gods would not have to jointly issue oracles.

Seeing the expressions of the two dukes, Richard said, "And now, we have gathered more than 50,000 troops, and the other party only has 13,000. ”

As he spoke, Richard stretched out his hand and pointed to his feet, revealing a strong self-confidence, and said, "So I'm going to beat them all back to my hometown, right here!"

The Duke of Glasburg relaxed and said, "Maybe this time there is no need for the gods to send an avatar to intervene." ”

"Maybe. Duke Blue Wolf also nodded.

The incarnation of the gods is not without a price, not to mention that the advent ceremony requires a large number of sources of faith, how many believers may be sacrificed, just say that the area where the incarnation of the gods directly descends, because of the powerful power carried in an instant, its impact will be manifested in the next few years to decades, or climate variation, or abnormal baby birth rate, and so on. If the mortal beings in the Advent area were worshiped by the Ancestors, it would even weaken the connection between the Ancestral Spirits and the family lineage. And for some unspeakable reason, the advent area of the incarnation will always be near a powerful family worshiped by some ancestor. Moreover, the incarnation of the gods may not be stronger than the legend.

The Duke of Glasburg counted the time and said, "It seems that the decisive battle with the invaders will be in five days at the latest." ”

Unexpectedly, Richard shook his head and said, "No, the war has begun tonight." ”

On a plain hundreds of kilometers away, dense tents were erected. The battlefield not far away was still filled with a thick smell of blood, and flocks of night crows waiting for a feast wandered around the sky in circles and circles, making people upset.

Raymond continued to walk around the camp as usual, greeting the familiar soldiers on the road from time to time.

Although he had not led this force for a long time, he was able to name many people. But tonight's wind was a little cold, so Raymond involuntarily wrapped his cloak tightly. He had been feeling weaker and weaker lately, but there was always a fire burning in his chest, burning his life.

In front of Raymond, a separate tent appeared, from which moans and screams were constantly emanating. This is the camp for wounded soldiers, and the people who can lie in it are soldiers who can hope to be rescued and continue to fight. Those soldiers who were seriously wounded and dying had already been killed by their comrades when they were cleaning up the battlefield. Soldiers whose injuries do not fatal, but leave them disabled and unable to continue fighting, are left behind to find their home in an unfamiliar plane.

Raymond walked in the wounded barracks, his heart full of pain. "If only there was a priest, even a priest!" the thought involuntarily came to his mind. In the past, Raymond has suffered from this many times, and today it is just a repetition.

As long as there were clerics, thousands of seriously wounded warriors could get back on their feet and pick up their shields and swords again.

Raymond comforted the next wounded soldier who was waiting to be bandaged, walked out of the tent, stood in the night breeze to calm his somewhat swollen head, and shook his head vigorously, as if trying to expel the screams behind him from his ears.

At this moment the sound of horses' hoofs sounded, and a general rode up, jumped off his horse in front of Raymond, saluted, and said, "Lord Raymond, the prisoners have been counted, and there are fourteen thousand in all, of whom two thousand are wounded. ”

Raymond's heart trembled again, and here he came again.

However, his face was still calm, and he reached for the map of Faro, looked at the shape in front of the march, and then threw another glance at the general.

This is a general of the Joseph family who has been following Raymond for many years. In the battle of the plane, the two have had hearty victories together, and there are times when they are almost in a desperate situation. The general had never lost faith in Raymond, and Raymond knew that whatever was entrusted to him, he would be able to execute his ideas almost perfectly, without fear of a skewed outcome.

At this moment, the general's face was still resolute, but there was a tiredness between his eyebrows, and the sweat and blood stains on his face had not been washed.

Raymond sighed in his heart, if he wanted to bring these warriors who had always been loyal to him out alive, he could not tolerate the slightest mercy. He had seen too much of the bloodshed of dimensional warfare, but the cruelty of this expedition to Faro was still beyond Raymond's imagination. In just two days and two decisive battles, more than half of his troops were lost. Among them, more than 5,000 soldiers died or were abandoned because they could not be treated by the priests.

Raymond raised his head and said in front of everyone around him, "We have no way to take care of the captives. All the captives, as they were yesterday, were disposed of. ”

The general was expressionless and said lightly, "Don't worry. ”

Most of the generals who followed Raymond had rich experience in plane warfare, but when they heard Raymond's order, some people still had unbearable expressions on their faces, and their eyes looking at Raymond were also a little strange. Everyone here knows that the way of yesterday is to kill all the captives.

As soon as Raymond knew that his army was hundreds of kilometers away from the dimensional teleportation channel, he immediately decided not to leave prisoners and abandon all the wounded soldiers who could not restore their combat effectiveness, and the army advanced at full speed.

These orders were given by Raymond in public. Although everyone knows the cruelty of the plane war, they also know that there is no way back for this trip, and only by grabbing the plane portal can it be regarded as a preliminary victory. But people will always have some strange thoughts about those who dare to give such orders.

The commander hurried away, and a moment later, the screams filled the night sky. The bloody aura of the night became more and more intense, attracting a large number of greedy night crows, ignoring the continuous tents of the humans below, hovering lower again and again, tentatively, even if some archers were impatient, and shot a few, only to let them fly higher, but refused to disperse.

Raymond walked around the medical camp before returning to his tent and lying down to rest. Tomorrow there is still a full day of marching, and there may be three or five more skirmishes, and he will not be able to hold it up without enough physique.

High in the night sky, several bats were wandering, and unlike ordinary bats, their blood-red eyes actually shone sharply. Dozens of kilometers away, the small brood-like split brain is hovering in the air, receiving all the images from the elite bats, and then transmitting them to Richard in the distance.

At the same moment, Richard was walking from the stone tower to his tent. He could already see through the eyes of an elite bat that Raymond's camp was quieting down. After a big battle during the day, even the most elite warriors will feel tired.

Richard's face sank like water, and his consciousness moved slightly. In a forest of rocks more than ten kilometers away from Raymond's camp, there was a sound of hula flapping wings, and one after another feathered snakes flew up from the rocks, spread their wings, and flew towards Raymond's military camp.

These two-color sky-blue and dark green feathered snakes flew higher and higher, and when they approached the camp, they spread their wings and glided over the barracks. They flew high, and in this posture they flew almost silently, and even the slightest sound of flapping their wings was muffled by the hovering flock of night crows. As a result, the sentinels, who were only focused on defending against the enemy on land, did not notice the danger and were actually approaching in the air.

The Feathered Serpent began to position itself in the air, pulling wide apart from each other, flying over the barracks from all angles, and then constantly spewing large clouds of poisonous mist from its mouth. The wet and heavy poisonous mist slowly drifted down from the air, and after hundreds of highly poisonous feathered snakes spit out a few clouds of poisonous mist back and forth, only one of the sentries accidentally raised his head, so he sighed, pointed to the air and said, "It seems that something is flying!"

Another elderly sentry glanced at it casually and said, "It's just some birds and beasts in this plane, probably attracted by the smell of blood, right? Your eyes are not there to look up to the sky. ”

"But I think they seem to be spitting something. The young sentry argued.

"That's your eyes!" the old sentry felt that his dignity had been challenged. According to his experience, those who dare to hover over the barracks of the Great Army are just brainless animals. With a single stroke of magic, a magician can sweep the sky away. Besides, during the day, everyone was annoyed by the swarms of night crows that could not be killed.

The dispute between the two sentries alarmed the captain on duty, and he walked into the sentry post and said with a cold face: "What are you arguing about? Don't you know the military regulations?"

"Look, Captain!" the young sentry pointed to the sky.

The captain looked in the direction of his finger, his eyesight far surpassed that of ordinary soldiers, and his face changed in an instant: "Feathered Serpent! Damn, this is not a beast, it's a monster! Oh, no, they're spewing poison! Ring the alarm!"

The alarm bell broke the silence of the night, and the barracks immediately boiled, and the soldiers who were lying in their clothes rushed out of the tents, and in the blink of an eye, long arrows shining with magical light flew into the sky, and almost immediately a dozen feathered serpents fell straight down.

By this time, most of the Feathered Serpents had emptied their poison sacs and immediately began to retreat in all directions according to Richard's orders. And the large clouds of poisonous mist slowly fell from the air to the ground at this time.

Some of the fighters began to feel that their vision was blurry, that it became difficult to breathe, and then all of a sudden their strength seemed to be drained, and it was even difficult to hold their weapons tightly. The frail warrior fell to the ground. The hardest hit was the wounded barracks, where the poisonous fog was so thick that the blue-green fog could be seen almost from a distance of several tens of meters.

An archmage who had just come out of the camp tent was shocked when he saw this, and immediately used two efficient and energetic scrolls to release more than a dozen wind spells in a row, which completely blew away the poisonous mist that shrouded the barracks.

By this time, however, the barracks was full of struggling soldiers. He immediately ascended to the sky, cast the purification again, and shouted for the rest of the antidote to be brought out.