Davide's face was not very good-looking, or rather, very unsightly.

It was a long time before he came to his senses and ordered angrily, "Withdraw the troops!"

In the midst of the commotion, the besieging troops hurriedly retreated. The purpose of their troops was to cover the "Vulcan's Fury" approaching the city wall, otherwise this fortified mountain city would not be able to be breached at all, and they would only die in vain.

Pingbai was played by Darnan, Davide was annoyed in his heart, and glanced at the other party viciously.

If it were other troops, he would definitely declare a personal vendetta, find a random excuse, and send them to attack the city and send them to die. But the "Wrath of the Vulcan" is different, in the previous stage of the operation, this unit has become famous, and has become the new trump card in the Southern Expeditionary Army. If he was lost here for no reason, he would not be able to explain to the king and the command.

Dargnan was right at this point, so he dared to play Davide like this. Seeing the other party's suffocating appearance, he smiled secretly in his heart, and was about to lead the team back to the camp, when he suddenly frowned.

The keen intuition cultivated by years of experience as a killer made Dargnan subconsciously look up, just in time to find a ringing arrow flying high, tearing out a terrible whistling.

"Hide!" he shouted, directing the warriors of Vulcan to disperse their defenses. Fortunately, he reminded him in time, and each combat team was equipped with a wide tower shield as standard, and a group of nine people was like an iron turtle erecting its carapace.

The next moment, on the cliffs on both sides, a branch of white feather arrows rained down. The Snowton soldiers, who were caught off guard, suddenly turned on their backs and screamed again and again.

The only access to the mountain town of Pandev is originally a valley topography with towering sides. Middle depression. Davide had also deployed sentinels on the cliffs, but he didn't expect the enemy to deal with them silently and suddenly launch a surprise attack.

"Enemy attack!" came a rush of trumpets from Snowton's camp, and the scattered soldiers finally reacted and leaned down to hide. Davide burst into a scarlet rage, and shook all the feathered arrows he shot away. At the same time, blow the jade flute and summon the red dragon Pringer.

White marks were streaked through the air, and a second round of arrows rained down. The moment it touched the target, a blazing white spark the size of a bowl ignited, and the tent materials in the camp were suddenly plunged into a sea of fire. But the lethality of the arrows is nothing more than that, and the Snowton soldiers who are on guard, whether they are hiding or hiding. can avoid most of the White Feather Arrows.

"Woo-woo-"

The sound of the bronze horn in Qingyue is the exclusive symbol of the Holy See troops. On the slopes on both sides, the cavalry in white robes and silver armor charged down, like mercury pouring on the ground, with a fierce momentum and indomitable.

"Formation, resist the enemy!" the herald marched across the battlefield, waving the trumpet flag in his hand. The hoplites stood in the forefront. The bottom end of the tower shield pierces the ground, strong warriors. Then hold it tightly with your shoulders. Behind the heavy shield soldiers were three columns of spearmen, metal spears five meters long, flat on the shield, with conical tips lined up from top to bottom, looking from afar. It's like an iron hedgehog with a sharp edge.

At the same time, a cloud surged from the sky, and in an instant, the hideous-looking red dragon flapped its wings and flew out, roaring and swooping down towards the battlefield.

"Kill, kill!" Davide suddenly became confident. The sword was unsheathed, and he rolled over and dismounted, waiting for Pringer to land.

The Tower of St. White.

"Meander ferry, launch. Inedil stood up and pressed the crystal hourglass on the table.

The Pale Lord was silent, but a puff of white smoke rose above his head, his eyes were closed, and his body trembled slightly.

No, not only him, but even the entire White Tower, was shaking slightly. Streams of holy light energy flowed rapidly along the lines on the tower's body, and the power of faith mobilized was enough to cast several large-scale divine spells in a row.

"Turning the tide around, in one fell swoop. Innedil walked to the middle of the dome with a look of exhaustion on his face. He had not closed his eyes for a day and a night.

The sound of gentle prayers echoed among the columns, and the rich divine power even condensed into clouds, fluttering around the white pagoda. Thousands of miles away, over the mountain city of Pandev, a stream of holy light appeared out of thin air, hooking up into a square cage, imprisoning the giant dragon Pringer in it.

The red dragon was furious, raised its head and roared, its four claws and wings waving at the same time. Even the straight holy light fence could not withstand the dragon's strong force, and it was twisted and messy by the pulling, and it did not form itself.

Innedir's hands were raised lightly, and he controlled it from afar, and the holy light rolled and wrapped around the dragon's massive body like a chain. No matter how Pringer rolls and tears, he can't break free for a while.

"This, this—" On the ground battlefield, Davide stared at the scene in amazement. He originally thought that after having the dragon, he would be able to crisscross the continent without being invincible, and he would be able to slip away even if it was not good. But now that the red dragon is trapped in mid-air, and the Holy See troops are coming from both sides, one is not careful, I am afraid that he will be buried here.

The two armies are engaged.

The galloping horse crashed into the iron plate like a torrent. The hastily organized defensive line of Snowton's army was suddenly broken through several gaps. In most places, however, it was the Papal Knights who were speared into the air, and blood was sprayed and splattered everywhere.

"Column, charge!" Losing the threat of arrows, the Snowton cavalry unit was also ready in the direction of the camp, charging the incoming Holy See troops from the flank. In siege warfare, cavalry was difficult to come in handy, so they were always on standby in the battalion.

The gates of Pandev were also opened, and the defenders poured out of their nests and quickly entered the battle.

In the middle of the valley, cavalry, archers, infantry, and soldiers and horses from all walks of life fought with each other, and the scene was chaotic. Dargnan watched for a moment, beckoned to the warriors of the "Vulcan Fury", and retreated to the northwest corner of the battlefield.

A small force of a few hundred men did not attract much attention, and occasionally the enemy attacked them, but they were also repulsed by Dargnan's troops. Many more people regarded them as shameful deserters, and after glancing at them with disdain, they turned their heads and continued to fight.

"Seed, you wait for me. Davide cursed hatefully, to be honest, he also wanted to escape, but Pringer was still trapped in the air, and he had no choice.

As the battle intensified, the Papal forces divided and surrounded, and Snowton's army fought back, and the entire valley glowed with a dim red glow in the setting sun.

And as the blood was thrown, the color of the blood became deeper and heavier.

On October 27, the third year of the revival calendar, at 4 o'clock in the afternoon, Inedil sent troops to smuggle across the river meandering crossing and raid the Davide division of Snowton's southern expeditionary army.

The four major raids that began with the city of Severa intensified.

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

PS: (Tomorrow will be replaced.) ）