A necromantic wilderness of swamps, volcanoes, and wastelands, between the Snowton Empire and the Holy Duchy of Ian, is a vast and desolate land of the dead.

The Snowton Empire occupies most of the northern human territory, but does not have many borders with the Holy Alliance territories that occupy the south, mainly because of a series of uninhabitable areas in it. From the easternmost Dawn Mountains to the west, there are four inhuman areas: the Whispering Forest, the Necro Wilds, the Cast Iron Mountains, and the Misty Swamps, collectively known as the "Chaos Zone". Only the narrow corridor at the junction is left to cross, and only in the corridor can the territories of the two sides border.

But unfortunately, the "Elendil Corridor", which is the most strategically located for the Holy Alliance, is now firmly locked around the waist by the "Fortress of Sorrow", which is simply more difficult to overcome than the "Iron Wall Pass".

Therefore, the Holy Alliance's reinforcements took a detour from the "Fortress of Sorrows" to the east, trying to break directly into the southeast of the Snowton Empire through the "Green Dome Corridor" at the junction of the "Whispering Forest" and the "Necronomical Wilderness", and attack the Iron Wall Pass war zone from the flank.

The army that Amosic encountered was the main force of it, and the news he brought back was even more shocking.

After all, if a meeting in the army actually had the participation of legendary powerhouses, it would definitely belong to the highest level of secrecy, there was no doubt about it.

"Could it be that they have already opened the way to Snowton?" Allegri asked nervously after hearing Amosic say this.

Amosic's two dragon heads shook together, almost touching each other, "No, their progress is very slow, and it can even be said to be stagnant. Highland elves and native creatures of the Necromantic Wilderness constantly harass them. ”

"That's good. Allegri breathed a sigh of relief, as Nacini had a good chance of crushing Jonas' main force before they could break through the obstacles.

"It's not good at all," Amosic shook his head again, his tone solemn, "this is a very important message that you have to listen to. ”

Allegri nodded, listening intently to the news that Amosic had nearly lost his life to eavesdrop.

"When I heard it, it happened to be a priest who came to the army to give an order," Amosic said, "and the order was sent to the legendary professional, and the priest called him Lord Duke 'Tulip', and it went something like this—"

"The Holy See has opened a new corridor between the misty swamps and the cast-iron mountains, and I ask Lord 'Tulip' to lead the strongest men in the army to immediately go to the Holy Duchy of Ian to converge, and the rest of the troops will continue to stay here to create the illusion of breaking through the 'Green Dome Corridor' with all their might. ”

"Between the Misty Swamp and the Cast Iron Mountains?" Allegri gasped and stood up, glancing at Amosic and nodding, "And what?"

"The Holy See will assemble an elite force and make a long journey through the new corridor into the heart of the Sacred Blood River theater, with the goal of capturing Norman, the puppet capital of the Nacini side, on July 15, a month later. This is the 'Shining Light' operational plan. ”

Allegri looked shocked and slowly sat down in his chair. He could imagine what an important piece of news it was. The armies of the Holy Alliance will stab Nacini directly in the back, completely changing the situation on the entire battlefield.

This meant that Nacini would inevitably lose about half of his territory and forever lose his capital against the Church.

And the people you care about will also be displaced in this tide of war, with nowhere to go.

Allegri's heart was full of mixed feelings, he didn't know if he had made the right decision to save Amosic, but at least he confirmed that if he hadn't saved him just now, his future self would definitely regret it.

"We must get the attention of the Church before the Light of Light is activated," Allegriello said, standing up after a moment's thought, "I will start preparing at once, and we will immediately set out and knock at the door of the iron cast." ”

"A month may be a bit tight, right?" Herseus wondered.

"We don't have a month left, and in a month we have opened the iron door and attracted the attention of the church," Allegri said, suppressing his eagerness, "Amosic, how long will it take for your body to recover?"

"Two or three days, what's the matter?" Amosic mused.

"When you're healed, can you send me a letter to Norman City?"

"Alright," Amosic nodded, "Recall me back to the contract space, and I'll rest right away." ”

Allegri chanted a few words, and the two-headed demon dragon flew into the flash of the six-pointed star magic array, slowly disappearing.

"This is not enough," reminded Herseus, "we are not sure enough to knock on the 'iron gate' in such a short time, and on the other hand, even if Prince Nacini receives your message, his army will not necessarily be mobilized, and I do not believe that the Holy See will not ask Jonas to entangle King Nacini's army." ”

"Yes," Allegri sighed, "even if he has an advantage on the battlefield, he is not overwhelming after all, and he can't divide too many forces," he added after a moment's thought, "and besides, between the Misty Swamp and the Cast Iron Mountains, the area where the corridor can be opened is hundreds of miles, and it is impossible to defend against it. ”

"And you?" questioned Herseus.

"What else can I do?" Allegri shook his head, "Do your best, and settle your destiny." ”

Herseus stopped talking, and Allegri thought about something, but after a while, as if remembering something, he paced quickly around the room, muttering to himself, "Cast Iron Mountains...... Misty Swamp ...... Cast Iron Mountains?"

"It's useless," Heseus sighed, "neither the kingdom of the White Dwarves in the Cast Iron Mountains nor the ogre tribes of the Misty Swamps will help humanity, either way. ”

"Ah......" Allegri's frustration suddenly disappeared, and he clapped his hands violently, "They can't do it, but there are others!"

"Who?"

"In the valley at the southern foot of the Cast Iron Mountains, there used to be dozens of small principalities and independent territories, but in recent years they have been gradually swallowed up by the Church, the largest of which is the Duchy of Anlan—" Allegri said faster and faster, his expression excited.

"Duchy of Anlan?" Herseus pondered, "you mean—"

"Princess Anlan Onessa, your demon pet Banargomo, and the 'Fire Demon Knight' they are training!"

Three days later, in front of the manor, the morning light was faint.

With a slender letter pinned to his claws, the Fire-Eyed Raven nodded to Allegri, chirped, and flapped his wings and flew into the sky. Although it looks exactly like a crow, the speed of the two-headed demon dragon has not decreased much.

In the blink of an eye, he had disappeared into the depths of the clouds.

"It's time for you to go, Cyreil," Allegri retracted his gaze and patted Celyl on the shoulder, "I'm going to trouble you this time." ”

"Originally, you owed me three conditions, teaching me martial arts is counted as one, and getting rid of Karen is also counted as one, and there is still one left;" Cyrell winked and laughed, "But there are many things I want to ask you for, and one condition is not enough-"

"Ha Luha," Allegri laughed as he recalled the past, "and what do you think is a good condition this time?"

"The old rules. Sayyl spread her hands, and the ordinary gray iron ring on Allegri's hand was actually on her hand. It was the box of Nilbergen's soul, the hiding place of Herseus.

Celil turned over and got on her horse, and the big bazaar next to her also led the horse and came over.

"Take care of your Syyl-Lady. Allegri patted him on the back and asked.

"Okay, Captain, as long as you don't let the child watch, nothing else is fine. Bazaar smiled, with a look of pleading, and carried the great axe behind him with a leather rope.

"Have a nice trip, my friend. Looking at their fading backs, Allegri, who was standing in the morning breeze, whispered a blessing.

Next to him, one with gray hair and the other petite and cute, those were his two students.

(Double Shift)

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