King Nacini stayed on the banks of the Ma River and looked south.

The reeds are swaying, the water is clear and blue, and the tents of the bright new army are lined up. The white-robed cavalry patrolling along the riverbank watched the enemy's movements vigilantly.

The Great War was on the verge of breaking out, and in the past week, Snowton's Central Army had crossed the river several times without success. The two sides made tentative contacts, leaving only hundreds of corpses.

But the final decisive battle is coming soon. Before the snow falls, the Southern Expeditionary Army must take the city of Severa, otherwise the cold climate and muddy roads will completely drag down Snowton's logistical supply lines. And the elusive desert cavalry will make this situation even worse.

"Severa, Ljajc, Ferenman, our army is under attack on three fronts, and the situation is not optimistic......" King Nacini frowned, he counted them one by one, and finally concluded, "Among them, Severa is the most important, followed by the city of Ljaj, but it is the Dominion of Ferenman that does not matter the overall situation, as long as Ebert is given enough supplies and a little time, he can drive the Torm mercenaries back to his hometown." ”

"The Torm people are so obsessed with attacking the Imperial army for money that one day, these bunnies will pay the price. An ironclad general next to him said hatefully. He joined the army at the same time as Albert, and when he heard that his old friend had suffered a big loss, his tone was naturally not much better.

"At the beginning of next spring, after conquering the entire territory of Ian, we can put the western expedition to the Torm Federation on the agenda," King Nacini said firmly, "Since they have sent it to the door, we don't have to be polite, Torm has always been rich, and the captured property is enough to make up for the military shortfall of the Empire's southern expedition, and those forging workshops and shipyards can quickly increase the combat strength of our army." ”

The confidence in his tone infected the generals around him. They were gearing up. It seems that the Torm Federation is already in the bag. A black-robed and black-armored middle-aged general even took the initiative to ask, "Your Majesty, when the time comes, the task of attacking Omha must be handed over to us to 'step on the black flag'." ”

"Costa, you're just rough heavily. How do you attack the city?" said the middle-aged general in light armor with a sneer, "Are you good at climbing the city walls, or are you proficient in street fighting?" "He was fair-skinned and graceful, and his sky-blue cloak was embroidered with an eagle soaring with its wings. The soldiers behind him were holding a longbow carved with rhino horns, the main body of which was yew wood, supplemented by dragon tendons, and glued together. The bow is powerful, and the effective range has reached an astonishing 400 meters.

"Phew!" Costa spat and turned his head to scold, "You can only hide behind Lao Tzu and release arrows, you are too embarrassed to speak." He is the commander of the "Black Flag", and he is also a powerful high-ranking warrior, especially good at two-handed heavy swords, and his martial arts are wide open. Best for Battlefield Charge.

The lightly armored general who scolded him was the supreme commander of the "Blue Coat, Long Shot". With a masterful bow technique, dark hair and thin eyes, and a handsome appearance, the only drawback is that he has a poisonous tongue, and his favorite thing is to laugh at his colleagues, especially Costa.

"Come, come, come. Not convinced, huh?" Kostalema turned around and hooked his little finger to challenge, "There is a kind of competition, and it is the grandson who does not dare to come." ”

King Nacini coughed and soothed. "Alright, two generals, let's vent this momentum on the new army of light. ”

The king said something to stop him, Costa didn't dare to be disobedient, and turned his head stupidly, but he heard Fran come from behind him, "Costa, the king loves you so much, why don't you get off the horse and kneel down quickly?"

******

Herseus Valley.

As a result of his promotion as a guest tutor, Turanze's residence was moved from a guest house to a separate house. Three-storey house in the east of the town with garden and front yard in a beautiful setting with all the amenities.

"The place is nice. Standing on the terrace on the second floor, Turanze nodded with satisfaction, as the highest standard mansion in the town, it was actually equipped with an independent magic room, and all kinds of materials and tools were complete, which surprised the wind mage.

"In addition to the goods delivered to the other party, there are still twelve boxes left," Rubiang explained one by one, "two of them are gold coins and magic crystals, and the remaining ten boxes are secretly brought by Her Royal Highness the eldest princess for ...... Master, you set up the magic circle. ”

"Arrange the circle?" Turanze asked, stunned, a little confused.

"This was arranged between Her Royal Highness the Eldest Princess and Master Fadreva, and I don't know exactly how it will be carried out," Rubiang replied in a low voice, "but in three days at most, someone will deliver a new order, and you and I will just have to wait patiently." ”

"Good...... bar. Turanze was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses and waved his hand to release a flock of transparent wind birds to prevent anyone from snooping. It was only at this time that he was surprised to find that the convoy guards brought by Rubiog had already set up a cordon around the courtyard, and no one could approach it.

"Rest assured, Master, you have basically gained Allegri's trust, which is why I am telling you the truth," Rubiang explained, "and then you can ask to fulfill your obligations as a guest mentor and stay in the valley for a while......

"When?" asked Turanze, feeling more and more that his trip north this time was not as simple as buying dragon eggs, but also a larger conspiracy, lurking beneath the surface.

"It should be, the first snow of the winter. Rubiang smiled slyly.

Turanze looked at him suspiciously, always feeling in his heart that the other party still knew more about the inside story, but he didn't want to sue him.

Meanwhile, in a mansion not far away, Afra was sitting by the edge of a fish pond, spitting bubbles in boredom.

"Well, let's go......" The little girl was obviously very unhappy about Ventrov's sudden departure, and she tore the rag doll in her hand as if she was venting.

"Master, don't, don't—" pleaded the Yin Spirit Rhodes Stanley, or the down-and-out "King of the Evil Spirits." He didn't want to lose his last refuge before his strength was restored.

"Okay, what are you howling? I'll sew you up again. Afra stopped, casually tossing the ragdoll aside.

"Master, you can continue to practice necromancy. A voice came from the doll, and the "King of Evil Spirits" said.

"This 'dissociation ray' is too troublesome, and I don't know where to start......" Afra complained dissatisfiedly.

"'Dissociation Ray', but a spell that can only be reluctantly cast by high-level necromancers," the doll trembled and stood on the edge of the pond, his tone full of temptation, "But master, I have a way to reach the high level quickly, do you want to learn?"

… (To be continued......)