Villano's tent.

The bronze cartridge shuddered slightly, and viscous ink gushed out, twisting and condensing into the shape of a crow, flapping its wings and flying out of the tent.

There was chaos everywhere, and no one paid attention to this bird of bad omens that melted into the night. It circled the battlefield and finally came to a stop on the wooden tower on the south side of the camp, with the showdown between Innedil and Villanoo above it, and not far away were Bishop Noens and Catertroman, who were facing each other with their swords.

"It's fierce...... the crow turned its head flexibly, and its voice was low and hoarse, the voice of the evil god "Deathknell". But today, he didn't plan to make a move, just on a whim, he just wanted to watch this bloody battle.

Yes, in the middle of the night, the casualty rate of both sides was more than 30% higher than during the day.

"It's a pity that you can't collect these freshly baked souls. The crow thought with some regret. This is just a clone, and without the help of the "Dead Soul Country", it is impossible to absorb dementors on a large scale. Moreover, there are at least four legendary-level powerhouses here, and it is easy to expose their whereabouts if they make a rash move.

And before the early snow of the year, "Deathknell" didn't want to get into trouble.

"The Bright Sect's ambush should be about to be launched. There was a brief delay of a few minutes in the exchange of information between the main body and the clone, and the crow tilted his head slightly, trying to remember the military plan that the Pale Lord had leaked to him.

It seems to be ...... It was the Severa defenders who drew the attention of Snowdon's army, the Bishop of Noens who pestered Cattroman, and Inndyr himself against Bilaneo, and after these......

The four legions of the "Bright New Army" launched an all-out attack?

On the southern wall, King Nacini had a sense of foreboding in his heart.

Keen intuition, he subconsciously looked up. Looking at the rear of the battlefield, there was no unusual night.

There was nothing, but he could feel that the aura of danger was brewing.

"Near the city gates, there were only a few defenders. Jubiano hurried back and whispered.

"What does the king mean......" Viscount Reims asked, turning his head. He didn't dare to make a rash decision, otherwise he would be to blame if he got out of the basket.

"Let us go out of the city at once," said King Nacini categorically, "and besides, you will give Archduke Ian the original description of what you will see later." ”

"What sight?" Viscount Reims was visibly stunned.

"You'll know in a moment," King Nacini didn't explain much, before he left. Turning his head again, Zhengse admonished, "Also, please tell His Highness the Grand Duke, if you dare to break the contract, I will personally cut off his head." ”

Viscount Reims was startled, and before he could react, King Narcini had already turned away. Lance glanced down at the city, confused. couldn't help but snort softly, his face full of surprise.

After the battlefield where the killing sound shook the sky. Suddenly, a high horn sounded. But the place where the sound came from was just an empty and uninhabited field.

Due to the preservation of the river, the defenders south of Severa built pontoon bridges and forced crossings under the cover of "bright ballistas". The armies of both sides attacked each other on a flat river beach, and the fierce Cheng dù was second only to Beicheng. It is still above the east and west sides.

As the Snowton soldiers reacted and lined up to defend, the advantage of the defenders of Severa was no longer there, and the shape gradually became worse. But with the river behind them, there was no room for retreat.

That's when it happened. Sudden mutations.

Viscount Reims at the head of the city, as well as the soldiers of the city guard under his command, witnessed the whole process of change.

Right there, at the rear of the battlefield, a war horse emerged from the transparent air, a knight in white robe and silver armor, holding a fierce flying white thorn military flag.

Then, ten knights, hundreds of knights, thousands of knights and warriors appeared out of thin air behind him, roaring and shouting, charging behind the Snowton Line.

Viscount Reims didn't know how to describe this strange scene, it was like a huge painting hanging between heaven and earth, covering the trail of this army, and now, they tore open the curtain and jumped out, stabbing the enemy from behind when Severa needed reinforcements the most.

Even if Snowton's soldiers were well-trained and their individual combat strength was strong, they showed a rout momentum under the attack from both sides.

At the same time, at the other end of the city, the large battalion where the main forces of the Southern Expeditionary Army were located, was also given extra care. In the south of the city, there is only one legion of the "Bright New Army", while in the north of the city, there are three major legions in the joint attack, and all of them are the main elite of the Holy See troops.

"No wonder ......" Seeing that the new army of light swept through the enemy formation, Viscount Lance muttered to himself.

No wonder King Nacini would leave behind such threatening words, and if the Holy See won a great victory, a wall grass like Archduke Ian would sway from side to side.

Three horses galloped out of the southern gate of Severa, crossed the pontoon bridge, and rushed to the battlefield not far away.

Dressed in the garb of the city guards, they were not hindered too much. The duty of the military judge was to supervise the deserters, and as for the guys who were so eager to send them to death, they only shrugged their shoulders, cursed "fools" in their hearts, and waved them away.

"Go to the king's tent. At the command of King Nachina, the three of them bypassed the place where the fighting was most intense, and traveled west along the banks of the river, attempting to make a detour to the camp north of the city.

Seeing this scene, King Nacini shook his head and sighed, "I didn't expect that the Holy See still has such a way to obstruct people's ears and eyes. ”

"I seem to have some impression of this," replied Allegri, after a moment of silence, "when the Anlan army was ambushed on the eve of the attack and defense of the Herseus Valley, Innedir used a similar large-scale magic to cover the movements of his troops. ”

"Hmm?" said King Nacini, waving his hand after a moment's thought, "but for now it is important to deal with the enemy." ”

"That's what the king said. Allegri nodded in agreement, now is indeed not the time to discuss the "why", what to do is more important.

Soon they had arrived at the place where they had departed six days earlier, and King Nacini swept his gaze, and suddenly he stopped and waved his hand and ordered, "Stop." ”

Allegri and Jubiano hurriedly tightened their reins, and when the two looked at each other, a thin figure emerged from the reeds next to them.

"Mordschic?" said King Nacini with a glance.

"Your sword, Your King. Mordschic bowed, picked up an ancient rusty sword in both hands, and presented it to his horse.

King Nacini looked at him deeply, and reached out to grab his sword. At that moment, Allegri felt that the King of Snowton and the Sword of the God of War were one and the same, indistinguishable from each other.

"Come, kill the enemy with me!" said King Nacini in a loud voice, turning his horse's head towards the most stalemate of the battle. He drew his sword out of its sheath, his energy surging like a tide, and the power around his body was rising.

... (To be continued......)

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