December 18.

With one last day left before the agreement with Villanoo, King Nacini led his army back east to the "Fortress of Sorrows".

With the "Golden Hibiscus" and the Praetorian Guard as the main body, this force of more than 30,000 people is the absolute elite of the Southern Expeditionary Army. Despite the recent turmoil and chaos, they are still steadfast and faithfully carry out every military order.

The horse's nose spewed white air, the horse's hooves trudged through the snow, and the mountains gradually converged, leaving only a narrow valley.

The Elendil Corridor, once the most important north-south corridor. In contrast, the Green Dome is located between the Necro Wilderness and the Whispering Forest, a swampy Jedi that is muddy and difficult to walk, and with the opening of the "Path of the Lightwalker", it is gradually deserted and uninhabited.

"Your Majesty, can we really get through the corridor of Elendil?" asked Agassi Zema as he approached, whispering. In the past few years, the Imperial army has not tried without attempts, but all of them have failed, and the Snowton warriors, who are good at slashing on horseback, have no way to deal with the disembodied wraiths.

"What else?" said King Nacini with a shake of his head and sighed, "The 'Road of the Wanderers of Light' has been cut off, and the grain and grass in the Green River Valley have been lost, and if we cannot open up a new north-south passage, our army will have no way to advance or retreat, and hundreds of thousands of troops will be wiped out." ”

"In the hands of our army, we still have most of Ian's territory, and there are fortified cities such as Ljajic and Severa, which are each other's horns, even if they can't win, it's enough to ensure that they are undefeated. "Obviously, Agassi has not yet realized the seriousness of the problem,"

"Hearts," replied King Nacini softly, patting his chest, "if the warriors knew, they would never return to their homeland in this life." How much more will they have left, so we're going to have to try anyway, and if the Elendil Corridor can't be opened, we'll continue east, bypassing the Necro Wilderness. Survey the 'Green Dome' corridor, even if it is filled with life, you have to fill in a path. ”

"I see, Your Majesty. Agassi nodded solemnly and rode his horse back and forth, urging the soldiers to speed up.

As it was getting late, the army finally arrived at the south entrance of the Elendil Corridor. Looking at the gray mist, King Nacini ordered the encampment. Waiting for the arrival of Villanoo.

All the hopes of the Southern Expeditionary Army were pressed on this legendary mage.

Villanoo has arrived.

He stood on the tower of the "Fortress of Sorrows" and looked at the fog surging in front of him. Beside him, Jersey Val gave orders, and groups of resentful spirits gathered, huddled together like an army.

There must be some kind of connection between them, right?' thought Viranoo. Otherwise, it would be impossible for this white-haired knight to pass through mental fluctuations. to command these spiritless Yin spirits.

"Tomorrow at noon, please guide Snowton's army to ten miles south of the city, where I will set up an ambush. Jersey Val held a bone spear and said indifferently. This is the arrangement of the evil god "Death Knell", and he is with this old magician. They are all chess pieces in the game, and they don't have to be polite, just act according to orders.

"Good. Villanoo nodded, Legendary Mage. He would not be afraid of a martial artist of the same level, but the knight beside him gave him a lot of pressure.

Jerseyval was silent, but preoccupied with manipulating the wraith. The vain figures, melted into the fog, and soon disappeared. It's just that the fog that used to be gray and white has now become much thicker, and when the need arises, they will reappear to round up the prey in the trap.

Viranoo meditated with his eyes closed, he needed to recover his lost mana as soon as possible. But it didn't take long for the sound of flapping wings to sound, and a red-eyed crow suddenly fell into the sky, and said, "In the west of the city, twelve miles, someone broke in." ”

"Get him back. Jerseyval turned and commanded softly. The barbarian girl standing on the side did not hesitate, immediately picked up her gun and drove away.

"Is there an enemy invasion?" the old magician asked with a frown, could it be that King Nacini couldn't wait and broke in alone?

"It doesn't matter, Alvet's strength is not weak, enough to dominate the enemy. "For his spear apprenticeship, Jersey Val is still quite confident.

Villanoo opened his mouth, but did not express his concerns. The "Fortress of Sorrows" City Week is equivalent to a permanent legendary realm, and those who can get so close to the city will definitely not be inferior in strength.

Sure enough, it wasn't until half an hour later that Alvette never returned. Jersey Val began to pace back and forth, the mist on his face that had been used to hide his countenance spinning faster and faster, and Bilano's head was dizzy and he had to look away.

"Please wait, I'll come when I go. Finally, Jerseyval couldn't take it anymore, and he summoned the dragon and hurried to the west of the city.

After a moment's thought, Villanoo stepped along, casting a spell to cover his form.

Twelve miles west of the city, there is an undulating hill, with no vegetation and no boulders.

As a battlefield, this is more suitable for archers. So it's not incomprehensible that Bai Ji is falling behind.

A girl in magic crystal armor is holding a spear, exhausted. The ranger on the opposite side is elusive, relying on the terrain advantage to maintain the distance between the two sides.

But the strange thing is that he holds a longbow in his hand, but he rarely fires arrows, as if he is afraid of hurting the girl. Only when forced to do so will she delay her footsteps and then take the opportunity to transfer.

Through the hideous magic crystal visor, it was difficult for Illo to see the girl's face. But from the minutiae, he still confirmed her identity.

"Kashiwa, Kashimi?" the half-elf shouted, both happy and sad.

His voice came from afar, and the barbarian girl was stunned for a moment, as if she remembered something, she stopped all her movements, and a look of confusion flashed in her pure black eyes.

"It's me, Illo. The half-elf ranger took a few steps closer, trying to let the other party see his appearance clearly.

The girl tilted her head to look at him, the tip of the spear gradually drooped, and countless fragments swarmed in, disorganized, but some of them were really the familiar faces in front of her.

With a piercing roar, the giant beast circled in the air, and Jerseyval jumped directly off the saddle, blocking the girl, and asked loudly, "Who are you?"

"Who are you?" Illo's eyes were like lightning, and he held a few white feather arrows between his fingers, ready to attack.

"Nightmare Knight, Jerseyval. The white-haired knight's spear was horizontal, and he firmly locked on the other party.

For some reason, he was a little annoyed in his heart, and he wanted to stab him to death, this hateful half-elf.

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

PS: (Let's make a note of it first.) ）