The night is quiet.

After the fall of Tirappest, Ljajć, to the southwest, took its place as the new capital of Ian's northeastern theater of operations.

Once at the forefront of the fight against the Tide of Shadows and the military stronghold of the Holy See of Light, it is now part of the Empire of San Setestian. Inedil used these lands in exchange for 100,000 desert cavalry, which they used to harass the enemy's rear and delay the advance of Snowdon's southern expeditionary army.

Levy I, who was ambitious, readily agreed to the deal. He successively sent 150,000 troops, of which 100,000 fulfilled his promise, and the rest of the troops took over the entire territory of the Northeast Theater.

The city of Ljajć was garrisoned by 30,000 soldiers. After all, at the center of the vortex of war, thousands of miles away in Severa, as long as the New Army of Light remains, the Snowton Center Army will not be able to get out and threaten this place.

But the Sethians did not expect that the new army of light would be defeated so quickly. Besides, even if they knew, they wouldn't take it to heart. Who would have thought that the Snowton South Expeditionary Army, which had just won a big victory over the city, not only did not celebrate, but even did not rest, and rushed to the next battlefield non-stop.

The so-called surprise victory, the speed of the soldiers, this is the essence of the rush battle. And when the king of Nacini was stationed under the city of Maliaich, the outcome of the war was actually doomed.

It was only at this time that the scouts of Setstian sent back the warning of the enemy attack. In fact, the Rangers did their best, and when they found the enemy's tracks, they galloped and marched side by side with Snowton's horsemen, until the last moment, when they barely won the race.

When Rudiger, the commander of the defenders, got up from his bed sleepily and listened to the scout's urgent report. In the northwest corner of the city, a series of rumbling sounds were heard. As he put on his armor and prepared for battle, the horn of the charge sounded loudly. By the time he went out to mount his horse and gather his troops, the shouts of killing had spread to the city.

December 8 at three o'clock in the morning. The Vulcan Fury approached the walls of the city in the night, blasting several gaps. Then, with the "Black Flag" as the spearhead, Snowton's cavalry troops poured in, and only an hour later, captured the unsuspecting city of Leajich.

The difference in strength was more than double, and the Snowton side was all elite troops, even though they traveled long distances and were overwhelmed. Nor did they give the other party any chance to resist. However, the bloody desert men still showed their heroic and warlike side, they fought the enemy in the streets and alleys, brandished their bright scimitars, and would rather die than surrender, and vowed to die with the enemy.

It was not until the shape was irretrievable that Rudiger fled eastward with the remaining 3,000 remnants, and King Nacini personally led the "Golden Hibiscus" and the "Blue Cloth Long Shot". He chased for thirty miles and killed more than 2,000 enemies. Only then did he return to the city satisfied.

At dawn, the lion flag of the Snowton Empire was raised at the head of the city of Leajich. In the fierce battle in the early morning, the 30,000 defenders stationed here, and the 15,000 cavalry who returned to the city to rest, finally escaped alive. There were less than nine hundred people.

The Setstien troops, scattered throughout the Northeast Theater, still had about 20,000 troops, and they knew that they were invincible, so they took the initiative to shrink back and retreat to the limestone city at the northern mouth of the Aygons Mountains. This was also before the war. The border between the San Setstian Empire and the Duchy of Ian is a dangerous terrain that is easy to defend and difficult to attack.

However, King Nacini has no plans to attack Greystone City for the time being, and he does not want to divide his troops to occupy the entire Northeast Theater. All he had to do was stick a wedge in Seterstian's throat so he couldn't intervene in Ian's battle. Without this forward position, the desert cavalry will not be replenished, and the combat radius will be greatly reduced. If they insist on this, they should be mentally prepared for total annihilation.

At this point, the capitals of the two major theaters of Ian in the northwest and northeast were captured by Snowton, leaving only the precarious holy city of Ranken. And the available soldiers in the hands of the Bright Sect are less than 100,000 when they are fully armed, including the security forces in various places.

The Buyada Empire still sits on the mountain and watches the tiger fight, without any sign of helping. Setstian was eager to try, but with the fall of Ljajc, they couldn't influence the tide of the battle anytime soon. The Torm Federation is divided internally, and the major business lords are constantly in friction, and they are about to fight. As for those small countries, their weak forces will not help at all.

It can be said that at the end of the three years of the revival calendar, Snowton's shape was very good. The capture of Ian is just around the corner, and it is not impossible to unify the continent. At the same time, the prestige of King Nacini also spread to the north and south. The poem about "The Lion King" has become the hottest track in the northern land.

Like a magnificent movement, Nacini is on his way to the pinnacle of kingship, where he will be crowned emperor and reign over the world.

Time is like a long rope with no beginning and no end, and you don't know if you are pulling the rope forward or if the rope is dragging you forward.

But in any case, the end of fate is there, and one day, you will arrive, and everyone will arrive, whether it is a king or a beggar.

Allegri was unaware of this, and like most Snowdonians, he was looking forward to triumph and victory. It wasn't his native country, but in comparison, he had a much more affection for Snowton than the southern ones.

So when it came time to make a choice, Allegri resolutely chose the north, he was the Violet Count of Snowton, the supreme commander of the "Vulcan Fury", and a close comrade-in-arms of the Lion King.

There is no doubt that when King Nacini reigns over the throne, he will be one of the highest men in the court, because of the military exploits of the "Vulcan Wrath", because of his great role in the subjugation of Grand Duke Ian, because he put down the rebellion of the Eighth and Tenth Legions, and next, because of the allegiance of the "Flywheel" merchants.

Or more so the pure friendship that began in the Redstone Terraces, and the affection for the people we love.

But today, both of them have found new sustenance. And Allegri, who is indulged in the sweetness of love, naturally does not remember the naivety of the past. He began to feel that the so-called love at first sight was a false impulse, and only the feelings that gradually accumulated over a long period of time were unbreakable love.

I think about the first time I saw it at that time. Allegri felt incredible. At that time, he was afraid that he would never have thought that one day in the future, he would fall in love with the princess in distress who deceived him, the Grand Duke An Lan who only formed an alliance for interests, but the world is so wonderful.

Like he wouldn't have thought of it. His dead teacher was now blankly opening his eyes, scanning the fog and flames around him.

"Are you awake, old fellow?" said Barnalgomo, looking at him with delight. The Fire Demon King's injuries had not yet recovered, and on his bare chest, black-red flames were burning, licking flesh and blood.

The Great Demon King, who was stuck in the plane, turned his eyes into a strange purple. Hearing the other party's inquiry, he was stunned for a long time. It seems that a simple mind cannot handle such a large amount of information at once.

"I ...... I ......" His gaze became clearer and clearer, which was far different from Suo Dan's madness, and finally, the hideous-faced Great Demon King, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, muttered to himself, "I." I am Herseus, Herseus the Fire-Rider. ”

"That's right. You're Herseus!" The Fire Demon King clapped his hands and laughed, "How's it going, are you still satisfied with this new body?"

"Powerful, extraordinarily powerful," Herseus closed his eyes for a moment. Surprised, he asked, "Minibus, how did you do that?"

"I took your remnant soul from the collapsed Violet Tower, and then went to the Vulcan Cult in the north. Seek out the false godhead you left behind thousands of years ago and complete your soul...... But the resulting spirit is too powerful for an ordinary human body to bear," Barnalgomo explained with great interest, "It just so happened that Sodan had escaped through the guò portal through the dimensional crack, so I consulted with Amosic to calculate his ......."

When he finished speaking, Herseus stared at him, a look of emotion appeared in his eyes, and said softly, "Thank you." ”

It was a little incongruous to say such gentle words from his bloody mouth. But at this moment, Barnalgomo was slightly shocked, and his handsome face showed an expression that wanted to cry but couldn't hold back.

"But how could the old dragon be willing to help?" Herseus diverted from the subject.

"When Sodan escaped, Amosic happened to be in charge of the portal, and when he came up, he was beaten and had to run away with his tail between his legs, so naturally he hated him......" Barnalgomo shook his head, quickly recovered his form, and replied with a smile.

"Shut up!" the two-headed demon dragon, who had just woken up, poked his head and said angrily, "Also, what you promised me, don't forget it." ”

"What's the matter?" Herseus glared, and two flames "snorted" out, like a pair of thick eyebrows.

"I want to be the Lord of Purgatory. Amosic said in a humming voice. The so-called old dragon is on the ground, and his heart is strong, which is exactly the case.

"No problem," Herseus agreed, twisting his thick waist and frowning, "but how do I get out before that?"

"This ......" Amosic and Banargomo were in trouble at the same time. They destroyed the old portal before they stuck the Great Demon King in it. However, it is easy to destroy and difficult to recover, because the flow of time and space that is disordered by the self-destruction of the old door will inevitably cause errors in the original coordinates. Even if you build an identical iron gate, it may not be able to dock accurately with the purgatory plane.

"Don't worry, the Great Demon should still be repairing the portal, their end is intact, and it won't take long to trace the origin," Herseus searched for past memories and said comfortingly, "You can recuperate in peace, and when the portal is connected, we will fight into purgatory together and unify the entire plane." ”

"Don't forget, you're the Great Demon King Sodan," Amosic reminded, "and the success rate will be much higher if you first encircle the Great Demon Clan and then use them to fight around." ”

"It seems that you really want to be the master of this purgatory," Herseus laughed, "so be it." ”

Amoses smiled wryly, lay down again, and soon fell into a deep sleep. The two-headed demon dragon is badly injured and must rely on sleep to repair the broken spirit.

"Don't you ask, how is your student?" asked Banargomo, sitting cross-legged on the ground.

"Everyone, everyone's destiny," Herseus pondered for a moment and shook his head, "I wanted to take possession of his body, but I didn't succeed, so I took that kid as a student...... As for the construction of the Violet Tower, it is also to protect the north-south passage of the 'Path of the Light', by the way, Snowton, it should have already fought with the Holy See of Light, right?"

"All of this is in your calculations?" Barnalgomo was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but curse, "You old fox!"

"Relying on that soft-hearted boy, I don't know how many years it will take to build up enough power to take revenge on the Holy See of Light," Herseus said slowly, "but as long as the 'Path of the Lightwalker' is here, Nacini will one day raise an army to the south, and that little lion is an ambitious fellow." ”

"But you always have some affection for him, don't you?" asked Barnalgomo.

"What do you say?" asked Herseus, smiling slyly.

The sky was gray.

Modesic stood at the top of Norman City, behind the uninvited Catherina.

"Your Highness, why are you here?" the handsome palm seal officer reluctantly turned around to salute.

"It's also in the palace, so why can't I come?" said Kathrina, snorting, and walked to the edge of the terrace to look down on the railing.

The gates of the Norman city were all controlled by the Janissaries, and anyone entering and leaving the city was required to show identification and directions. This made the streets and markets of the city look much more depressed. What's more, the Praetorian Guards, under the leadership of the members of the "Iron Lions", separately searched for the absconding rebels and nobles, and the people were panicked, and most of them hid at home to avoid being affected.

"Then Your Highness, what do you command?" Mordschic had a headache, he couldn't disobey Her Royal Highness, but in the past few days, Catherina has been finding fault, and seems to have vented all her resentment against King Nacini on him.

"There are several princes and ministers who want you to let go of the restrictions," said Catherina, a slender man who was almost as tall as Mordschic, and said casually, "After all, the remnants of the rebels are already in the minority, and if you push too hard, they are likely to jump over the wall and cause unnecessary casualties." ”

"Sweep them all down, cut down the grass and eradicate the roots, this is the king's command. Mordschic replied firmly, without any negotiation.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, every day," said Catherina, angrily, "my words are of no use to you, are they?"

Mordecic stood in place, saluting again, but not saying a word.

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

PS: (4000 words.) ）