A quarter of an hour later.

The secret conversation between Hammer and his son was placed on Copov's desk as it was.

"This old slippery ......," the Minister of Foreign Affairs glanced at it, pushed the paper forward, and said with a smile, "Does the gentleman think that I am worthy of trust?"

"Of course it's worth it. Mordschic casually threw this information aside, because he had already understood its contents.

"Then there is no other task for me, right?" Chief Copov leaned back in the soft chair, which was a study, but there were no books on the wooden shelves, only a column of heavy files.

"One last thing," Mordschic held up a finger, "can the chief tell me what the old general Kudran is doing at this time?" ”

"Tea with his granddaughter Feny. Copov replied without hesitation.

"Are you so sure?" Mordschic kept smiling gently.

"The old general is a man of the rules, day by day, day by day," said Chief Copov, turning back, pulling out a scroll of paper from the shelf, and handing it over, "This is what General Kudran has done every day for the past six months, and it can be called the ultimate regularity. ”

"Very well," said Mordschic, nodding his head, "then, take his leave." ”

"It's time for me to rest. Snapov had no intention of staying guests, but it was a little strange that this famous night owl in the imperial capital would say that he was going to bed.

After all, it was only half past seven, and Norman's nightlife had just begun, and he should have stayed in the official office of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs as usual, instead of sleeping in his own mansion.

What's even more strange is that the famous prodigals in the capital are actually absent from the banquets en masse. And the waterfront banquet hall of the Marquis of Walledon Mansion is also rarely empty. The last time it was so deserted was three years ago, when the site was renovated.

"I hope that tonight, the chief will have a good dream. Modesic looked back before leaving the room.

"As long as you close the door of the house, you can naturally sleep well. Chief Korpov shrugged his shoulders and smiled, "Sir, see you tomorrow." ”

"Huh?" Mordschic looked at him, and after a moment, smiled as well, "I'll see you tomorrow." ”

The last rays of light in the sky also faded.

The corpses piled up, the blood gushed out, and the battlefield was at this moment. There was a brief pause for half a second.

Then, with a vigorous wave of his hand, the trumpets on the north bank of the river sounded louder than ever.

Advance!

Horses leapt into the river of blood, and warriors raise their swords. They charged in the darkness and rushed to the opposite shore. Unlike the vanguard that roared wildly, they were silent with sharp knives in their mouths, only the sound of war drums and trumpets. Echoing far across the plains.

"Rocket!" shouted the commander of the archer battalion of the New Army of Light. Meanwhile. Tuchel also turned his head and shouted, "Herald Priesthood, Holy Light!"

The next moment, flaming arrows streaked across the sky, briefly illuminating the river. The front-line soldiers of the Bright New Army couldn't help but open their mouths in surprise. In just a few breaths, the enemy rushed in front of him!

Because, this is the "Horizontal Knife Battalion"! Cattroman's "Horizontal Knife Battalion"!

They are agile and leap on the chain bridge, and will set off at the same time as the friendly army. Far behind. When Sunia arrived, he happened to see several groups of swordsmen stepping on the river bank, heading straight for the enemy position, and then being nailed to death under the earthen wall by a rain of arrows.

Then, a blood-colored sword light burst out, and a long warrior jumped onto the wall and rushed to kill. The archers retreated, and hoplites armed with swords and shields stepped forward.

But the screams continued, the sword broke, the shield shattered, and the heavy armor was like papier-mâché, and the heavily armed swordsman could not stop the comer.

"This is the legendary warrior...... "Sunia sighed in his heart. He believed that he would one day become a world-famous general, but he knew that he would never be like Cat Roman. That kind of majestic majesty that dominates the world, and the unparalleled sharpness of breaking through the battle with a single sword, will be the most effective incentive for the soldiers under his command.

"Is it done?" asked King Nacini faintly, awakening him from his conjecture. Even in the fierce battle, the king's voice was calm and clear.

Another legendary warrior. Sunia replied in awe, "Your Majesty, according to your orders, the news has been sent back. ”

"Very well, after General Catroman has taken the enemy's position, I will lead the army in a general attack," King Nacini informed, "and you will come with me." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty. Sunia bowed in response.

"On the battlefield, don't be polite," King Nacini pointed as he scanned the entire battlefield, "You see those veterans, at most, they can only knock their swords on their chests, and if they encounter an emergency, they can block with their swords as soon as possible." ”

"Yes. This time, Sunia nodded in reply.

King Nacini smiled with satisfaction and looked up. I saw that in the rear camp of the Bright New Army, a blazing white holy light rose straight into the air, and then exploded open, reflecting the battlefield as bright as day.

"Your Majesty, this is quite detrimental to our army. Sunia frowned. Night is always the best disguise for the attacker.

"Yes," said King Nacini, nodding, and suddenly, as if chattering, "Master, make a move." ”

Sunia was stunned, turned around and looked, and found that in the nearby clearing, a grain of clear light suddenly hung down, implicated in a line, like a pearl and jade curtain.

Then Vilano stepped out and bowed his head at King Nacini, holding his hands flat. The rotating star trail rapidly expanded outward, and before Sunia could react, he felt a sudden darkness in front of him, the sky was like ink, and the holy light disappeared.

But the Snowton soldiers, who were charging forward, were stunned for only a second before returning to the fight. There was a faint glow floating on their eyelids, giving them a certain ability to see at night.

On the side of the Bright New Army, there is no such treatment. They spun around in place in a daze, and when they were lucky enough to run into their companions, they swung their swords back-to-back in defense, and before the unlucky ones could escape, their necks were cut off.

"Where's the Light?" Tuchel asked, picking up his sword and jumping off the platform to the front line.

He didn't know that it was Villanoo who had unleashed the Legendary Realm, and that the suppressed priest was unable to cast the Divine Spell. But he knew that if he couldn't change the status quo, the New Army of Light would be defeated.

So he drew his sword and roared, which stimulated the light energy in his body. With a flash of bright light, the confused soldiers came to their senses, and the holy warriors above the high level mobilized their strength one after another, lighting up the battlefield again.

"What a bunch of good targets. King Nacini shook his head and smiled, and looked back to order.

Behind him, the "Four-Winged Arrow" military flag shook back and forth, Fran Lang laughed loudly, and the "Blue Clothes Long Shot" was pressed by the whole army.

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

PS: (Second update.) ）