Wilderness, as far as the eye can see.

Because the distant horizon has disappeared into a bleak black mist, like a faint ink, and like an endless night.

The hinterland of the Necro Wilderness, not suitable for large-scale army marches, the ubiquitous swamps and miasma, are a nightmare for any army.

Even Allegri and his party, assisted by Amosic, an "all-weather reconnaissance aircraft", encountered danger several times. But it's just a step away from the destination.

In the countless years that followed, the name of the "Sulfur Fountain" volcano spread throughout the world, becoming synonymous with infinite terror. But at the moment, it's just a low, latent volcano.

"Is that there?" Allegri asked, squinting at the cone-shaped low mountain in the distance.

"That's right, that's the place to be. Amosic stood on Allegri's shoulder, his eyes full of excitement, eagerness, and apprehension.

"You look nervous, huh?" Allegri glanced at the crow.

"It's been a thousand years, after all," Amosic sighed, "and who knows what the Dao looks like now." ”

"I'm more timid about my hometown, and I don't dare to ask anyone...... The children don't know each other, and they smile and ask the guest—" Allegri shook his head and snorted for a while, then suddenly patted his head and asked, "By the way, could it be that those little devils don't know you at all?"

Amosic was stunned for a moment, and muttered, "Actually, it's really possible, after all, it's been too long. ”

"Could it be that they don't listen to you?" Allegri thought a little.

"Not really," Amosic shook his head and snorted, "you don't know the demon race, let alone me. ”

"You?" Allegri looked at the ordinary crow with contempt.

Amosic shook his head helplessly and said, "Think about it, when the demon legion invaded, we had to fight against the entire world, and we didn't fall behind in the slightest. ”

"How can you be driven back if you really don't fall behind?" Allegri squinted.

"The point is not here," Amosic said hurriedly, "You must know that at that time, the Earth World Realm could mobilize more than a dozen legendary professionals to attack us at any time, if we don't have legendary professionals, how can we resist them?"

"I don't think I've heard of so many legendary professionals for demons......," Allegri mused.

"That's right," Amoses chuckled, "but the four leaders of the Demon Legion, each of whom has the strength of the legendary peak, will naturally not be afraid. And I, Lord Amosich, am one of them. ”

"How did Lord Amosich, who was at the peak of the legend, be chased and killed by a little sword master for a day and almost die in Huangquan?" Allegri looked puzzled.

"Cut, when the 'Iron Casting Gate' opens, I will be able to draw on the power of chaos again, and let you know what the true strength of the legendary peak is. Amochic snorted, flapped his wings and ignored him.

"You're saying you're so strong that they have to listen to you?" Allegri thought for a moment, but decided to take the initiative to talk to him.

"Not only that," Amosic pouted, "Anyone who knows the current situation of the Dao Continent, is there anyone else besides me?"

"What a strange thing!" Allegri smiled and patted his crow butt.

******

After another day of bloody battles, even the legendary "Holy Grace Knight" Flodin, he couldn't help but look tired and led the horse slowly.

Twilight reflected on his tall and muscular body, but there was always a sense of sadness, and there seemed to be far fewer Knights of the Templar Order, who were never afraid around him.

"Commander, today another four hundred and twenty knights have been lost in battle, and more than double the number of soldiers are wounded and cannot continue to fight. The stocky lieutenant approached and whispered.

"Oh. Flordin sighed in agreement, removed the massive hammer, and stepped into his own tent.

The "Knights Templar", known as the first knight order on the mainland, had an establishment of 36,000 people in its heyday, and was an unstoppable and invincible army that roamed the world, but after the great changes, although it successfully disintegrated the Snowton Empire, the knights only had more than 20,000 people left.

But the greater damage came from the recent order of the Holy See of Light, regardless of casualties, to stop Nacini's elite onslaught, so that the Templars lost thousands of men in just a few days, and now it is only about half of its heyday.

What's more, in the next two days, his boys will definitely shed more blood until they stain this land that has nothing to do with them red.

Moreover, another annoyance made his mood even more depressed.

"Commander, what do you want?" the adjutant asked with concern as he put the roster on his copy.

"Have you noticed the general who served as the striker on the other side?" Frodin asked in a low voice after a moment of hesitation for the adjutant who had followed him for twenty years.

"The general with the strange flaming energy?" the adjutant nodded, impressed.

"It's him, I've found out in the past few days, his martial arts are ...... There is actually the shadow of the 'Knight of Grace' martial arts," Flordin muttered as he looked up at the tent's dome, which was dyed dark red by the slanting sun, "How could it be, how could this be?"

"Commander...... Are you mistaken?" the adjutant looked at in disbelief, doubting the words of the venerable officer for the first time in his history.

"I've confirmed it many times, vaguely, but there's no doubt about it. Flodin sighed, fellow "Knight of Grace", how could he be mistaken. Of course, the adjutant also knew this, and he didn't know what to say, so he could only look at each other and be silent.

"Get out of the woods. After a long time, Flodin waved weakly and told the adjutant to rest on his own.

The adjutant sighed, and after a worried glance at the powerful warrior, Shi Li retreated.

As the tent fell silent, Flodin raised his rough hands, blindfolded his tired eyes, and whispered to himself, "It must be you, Ellen." ”

******

On the edge of the realm of necromancy, the three vice-presidents of the Inquisition stood together.

Behind them were groups of murderous black-clad hunters and a huge army of tens of thousands.

"Is it really appropriate to bring them in?" said the diminutive Maximi. These armies were the church reinforcements that were originally used to create the illusion of breaking through the "Green Dome Corridor" at the edge of the Necro Wilderness, and although they seemed to be fully armed, the strong men in the army had already participated in the "Universal Light" offensive on the Western Front under the leadership of Duke "Tulip". Such a team, which lacks strong men and officers, would surely suffer a lot of losses if they rashly entered the hinterland of the Necromantic Wilderness, which was full of dangers.

Moreover, the main components of this army came from the Empire of Buyada and the Empire of San Setestian, so using them as cannon fodder was also easy to cause dissatisfaction among the allies.

"There's no way," the tall and thin Schiller explained, who was still an ally with him, "The 'Iron Gate' that has just been opened can only teleport relatively weak but extremely large numbers of low-level demon seas, and we need people to hold them down so that we can concentrate on killing the 'Knockers'. ”

The tall, clear-faced first presiding judge, Penelope, interrupted them with a cold snort. He glanced at the sky, turned around and ordered,

"Let's go!"

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