Sprinkle the Moon Spring Forest.

The current Ofakir will definitely not know the Tao, and in the future, he will be famous for thousands of years and be famous in the annals of history, not because of his identity as the speaker of the "Clear Springs Council", let alone because of his huge power as the controller of the "Green Tower".

He did not know what to do, but his life's learning, through the great legendary magician Allegri, was passed on to a man of the wind, and from there, it was carried forward completely. Under the vigorous promotion of this apprentice, it has gradually evolved into a great professional inheritance that men will be silent when they hear it, and women will cry when they hear it!

As the founder of the legendary professional "Love Saint", he didn't know that all of this was due to this small act at his moment.

Having just finished a lively emotional training session, Master Overkill licked his chapped lips and was about to turn away with some reluctance. As soon as he took a few steps, he paused, as if he remembered something, and suddenly turned around again.

In Allegri's astonished gaze, Osakir turned around with a mysterious smile, glanced around a little embarrassedly, and then carefully took out a thin pamphlet from his bosom and glanced at the last of the book rather painfully.

"Boy, work hard...... he patted Allegri on the shoulder again, his eyes full of anticipation. Then, solemnly, and officially, the pamphlet was slapped into the hands of Allegri, who was still stunned.

The twilight is already thick, and the beginning of tomorrow is born, as in the past.

The handsome and dashing old handsome man Overkille smiled slightly, no longer dragging mud and water, brushing his clothes, and drifting away, so he hid his merit and fame.

The elegance of the movements and the free and easy attitude made Allegri and Fletcher behind them both jaw-dropping and amazed. The grandmaster deserves to be the grandmaster, and the handsome demeanor of this faction is really the pinnacle.

"Allegri," Fletcher said, salivating, "what did he give you?"

"Want to know?" Allegri asked with a mysterious smile, slanting at him. Fletcher nodded repeatedly, full of longing.

"When you realize your mistake, then speak," Allegri snorted casually, taking the pamphlet into his bosom, and then ordered, "First of all, you will call me the head of the regiment by his first name." No respect at all!"

"All right, Captain. The man had to bow his head under the eaves, and Fletcher replied with a sad face.

"Very well," Allegri nodded in satisfaction, clapping his hands, "this ...... It seems like tomorrow Perrin will start delivering food, so tonight ...... Let's go again, Mr. High Hunter?"

"Yes. Head. Fletcher shook his head helplessly and walked away dejectedly.

******

City of Tirappest.

A city. The most important thing is its people. No matter how small a city is, even if it only has a few streets, as long as there are people, it will be angry and popular. This kind of popularity is like the constant breath of a city. Spewing smoke and mist, it declares its existence. Without this kind of popularity, even the largest city, no matter how prosperous it was in the past, can only be left with a remnant body that survives. Just like the former "shield of light" Elendil City. This pearl, located in the very center of the continent, is now nothing more than a "fortress of sorrow" where the spirits are entrenched, and the world has even forgotten its real name.

Today's city of Tirapest is almost an empty city.

This hub city, which was once at the forefront of the defense against the demon army, is probably the last trace of Silves standing at the head of the city. Moreover, how much of today's Silves still belongs to human beings is another question.

"The military and civilians of Tirappest City have basically been evacuated," Silves took a deep breath, looked sideways at the white-cloaked necromancer beside him, and said slowly, "From now on, this city, and this line of defense, belong to the Council of Bones. ”

"It's an honor," the necromancer sniffed, chuckling under his breath, "but there seems to be the breath of the living in the city." ”

"They...... It also belongs to the Council of Bones. There are still some residents of the city who stubbornly refuse to move, and most of them are elderly, Silves said coldly after a moment's hesitation.

"Well, my children will treat their ...... well," a wicked smile appeared on the Speaker's face, and he tapped the bone scepter in his hand lightly and whispered a few times.

The north gate of the city of Tirappes burst open, and the sound of the terrible grinding of bones slowly sounded throughout the city, among which there was the occasional scream of the dying of the living, and Silves stood there quietly, expressionless.

All the sounds in the city slowly faded away, but suddenly there was a loud flapping sound in the distant sky. The speed of the comer was extremely fast, and in the moment the two of them turned their heads, he had reached the sky above the city, and swooped down in a circle.

In the process, his body continued to shrink, and by the time he was lying on his stomach at the head of the city, he could already talk to the two on an equal footing.

"The Council of Bones has settled in the city of Tirappest?" The two heads of the two-headed dragon finally showed a unique function, and could greet two people separately, which was simply a must-have for home travel and fun.

"It's just a pleasure to stay in for the time being," the speaker kept a flirtatious smile and shook his head, "I'll have to start again and rush to the front line later." ”

"My legion is also ready to go," Amosic looked at Silves, "Your Excellency, may you give us a brief overview of the current situation?"

"Okay," Silves nodded, and gently probed a little in front of him, spider-silk black mist erupted, twisting in front of their eyes to form a miniature map of the continent, "The main army of Inedil comes from the Holy Principality of Ian, and in addition to the garrison, the newly formed 'new army' of light has all been trapped in the battlefield of Anlan. According to my latest information, Inedil even sent an elite army to raid the Green River Valley......"

"It's a dead deal," the necromancer smiled and shook his head, "doesn't he think he's not deep enough?"

"I don't think he's a drunkard," Amosic shook his two heads together...... "Your Excellency, Lord Judge, you go on." ”

"The mobile legion of the Snowton Empire has set out from the Holy Blood River, and it is expected to arrive at the Anlan battlefield in about ten days," Silves pointed to the map, "If Innedir can't make a contribution in one fell swoop." If you get out in time, you will be hit by a joint attack by Anlan and Snowton......"

"Even if he can get out and face the alliance forces of our three parties, will he still have the power to return to the sky?" the necromancer waved the bone scepter in his hand, and a gray-white mist swirled over the map, in the western part of the Necromantic Wilderness and the northern part of the Principality of Holy Ian. With the city of Tyrapest as the center, "according to our deployment, we marched in three ways and besieged Ranken. After that, these places belong to the Council of Bones. ”

Amosic also snorted, spitting out a small cloud of black-red flames that occupied the eastern part of the Necronomical Wilderness and most of the San Setestian Empire, and hummed, "These. Belong to the Demon Legion. ”

"Okay," Silves nodded silently, agreeing. He stretched out his finger and circled the remaining expanse of territory, which was the territory he deserved.

As twilight began to rise, Silves stepped down the city wall, and his voice came from afar, "Then, everyone. See you in Lancoln!"

******

Green River Valley.

Arrows and stones are flying, and the drums and horns are excited. The flames of war in the Green River Valley have never been so blazing.

"Sharp-angle squadron, gallop to the eastern fortress!" The herald ran panting on the walls of the Taniguchi defense line with the command flag on his back, shouting one after another, "Gallop to help!"

"! This place is going to be breached, and you still need Lao Tzu to help?" the bearded squadron leader scolded angrily and shouted. "Four or five squads rushed to help, and the others resisted me!"

Without this part of the army, the defenses on the city walls were even more stretched. The army in the Green River Valley was originally only seven or eight thousand troops, and it was inevitable that there would be omissions after being distributed across the entire defensive line. In addition, the other party specially selected several weak areas for surprise attacks, and the emergency reports were repeated. It made the Marquis of Borriello frown.

He stood on top of the city tower, looking down at the battle situation under his feet, and walked back and forth a few steps with some anxiety before turning around and saying sharply, "If this development continues, the defense line will be broken through soon, do you have any good plans?"

The ministers were speechless.

Marquis Borriello snorted and shouted, "When is it now, you still don't understand what I mean?

"It seems that the defenders of the Golden Trade Road must be brought back, but the current situation is that we may not be able to resist the arrival of reinforcements at all," he gritted his teeth and raised his voice and ordered, "Order all the nobles, send private soldiers to resist it!"

The nobles looked at each other for a moment, private soldiers were their lifeblood.

"What are you hesitating about?" the Marquis of Borriello pointed to the city wall and said angrily, "I have already transferred my own private soldiers, and you are still hesitating?"

"Yes...... ......The nobles finally nodded in agreement, and when they turned around, they suddenly felt a warm feeling shining on their backs like the sun, and when they looked back, they saw that the light was rising from the enemy's tent.

In their horrified gaze, the light quickly condensed in the air into a huge war hammer, ready to attack the defense line not far away.

"That's what it is...... Hammer of Lightcast?" Marquis Borriello took a deep breath, his eyes tightened, and he subconsciously took a step back, and at the same time felt a sound of inhalation coming from behind him.

Even the soldiers on the city wall put down their weapons weakly, and under such terrifying power, they had no room for resistance.

However, for a long time, the huge hammer of light did not fall. Just hovering there, maintaining a cold attitude.

The battlefield was silent.

In this silence, the troops of the Holy See of Light slowly withdrew from the battlefield and retracted back. A soft and quiet voice spread throughout the battlefield in this way, plain but with endless power.

"I am Innedir, one day, surrender and avoid death. ”

"Quick!Hurry!" Marquis Boliero's voice trembled a little, and he ordered urgently, "Come, immediately transfer back the army of the Golden Merchant Road!" (to be continued......

PS: (double change)