The first phase of the War of Kings belonged to the Snowton Empire.

At least at the time, it was still the most powerful country on the continent, with the Lion King roaming the streets, the Count Violet breaking the city with a snap of his fingers, the legendary magic weapons shining brightly, and the dragon knights soaring through the sky.

The appearance of "Vulcan's Fury" almost subverted the traditional siege model, which is why Allegri is in second place. Since then, the era of high walls has come to an end, the rule of the castle and the land has gradually collapsed, and the end of the Bright Age is the revival of magical civilization.

But now Allegri doesn't know this. He thought the war was coming to an end, but he didn't expect it to be just the beginning.

Feren Manchester City.

A chain explosion caused by a fire oil warehouse plunged the northeast corner of the city into a sea of fire. The warring parties had no time to pay attention to it, so they could only let the fire spread unchecked.

"Into town. Albert, dressed in military uniform, added a bit of majesty. With a wave of his hand, he rode his horse around the pile of corpses that he had not had time to clean up, and headed straight for the wide open gate.

The firelight burned half of the sky, and the shouts of killing were faintly heard, and the enemy army was still stubbornly resisting in the alleys of the city. Although the war continued, Ebert did not hesitate. As the commander of the Western Route Army, it was impossible for him to fight in person, but the battlefield full of blood still lifted his spirits.

Just as a farmer loves his land, a craftsman knows his workshop, a general who has fought for decades is only like a fish in water on the battlefield.

"What about Allegri?" After all, they had an advantage in terms of troops, and the Western Route Army advanced very quickly, and the area near the East Gate was all occupied by Snowton's army, Ebert glanced at it roughly, turned around and asked.

"Master—no. The squadron leader led his troops to pursue and kill the enemy. Sherrill changed his words a little awkwardly. After the baptism of war, the modest and gentle young apprentice became much more sophisticated. He wore the standard leather armor of the military, and his right hand rested on the hilt of his sword, maintaining a posture that could be drawn at any time. Only the slightly old wood-framed glasses on the bridge of the nose are out of place with their surroundings.

"Since when. This kid also likes to steal credit. Albert laughed, and the capture of Ferenc Manchester City made him feel quite happy.

"It's ......," Cheryl scratched the back of his head, not knowing how to answer. If it weren't for the status of the deputy squadron leader of the "Vulcan Fury", he would not have had the opportunity to talk to a military important minister like Ebert.

"Alright, go and rest your soldiers," Ebert commanded, "and we'll rest at Ferenc City for more than a month...... See the right camps. Occupy it directly, and go to the general staff of the army to report later, our Western Route Army can have a rule, called first-come, first-served. ”

Sherrill complied, but he didn't hear the meaning of the other party's words. First-come, first-served means that you can plunder as much as you want, but Ebert, as the commander of the first army, is inconvenient to say.

Of course. Since Allegri had explained beforehand, even Sherrill knew everything thoroughly. Nor did they dare to let the warriors of the "Vulcan Fury" plunder everywhere. The Herseus Valley, which did not need this method, was needed to boost the morale of the troops. Allegri's savings were enough for the "Vulcan Fury" to enjoy the best treatment.

At the same time that Albert was stationed in the Lord's Palace, a tower was surrounded in the northwest corner of the city of Ferenman.

The armor is bright. All kinds of troops are available, and the banner waving in the wind is embroidered with a fire pattern violet.

"It must be some big man," Dios inferred, as he circled the tower. "The enemy soldiers just killed are all in the attire of the City Lord's Mansion's own soldiers. ”

"City lord...... Allegri didn't mind, adding an extra item to his list of military merits.

"Prepare for a storm. Dios turned his horse's head and raised his steel sword. The hoplites stepped forward at the same time, shielding themselves with shields and steadily moving forward. In the square holes on the upper floors of the tower, scattered arrows are fired, which do not pose any threat.

The towers located in the city are only responsible for daily vigilance and defense work, so naturally they do not have much defensive power. Even the doors and windows are made of hardwood, not metal. Allegri chanted a few words, and the staff flicked lightly, and a series of fireballs the size of the bowl erupted, and the wooden door burst into flames, which soon turned into a pile of charcoal.

"Surrender or die!" the knights shouted in unison, and after a short pause, a white flag crept out of the window on the top floor.

When the city was broken, Allegri and Dios led their troops into the city, and according to the information sent back by the secret agents, they directly attacked the warehouse where the oil was stored. After they succeeded in detonating the oil oil, in the midst of the confusion, they happened to find a small group of well-armed enemy troops fleeing in a hasty northwest direction, and they split up to outflank them.

In desperation, the other party had no choice but to flee into a nearby tower and try to hold on to help. But the main force of the Western Route Army swept the whole city, and the defenders from all walks of life were panicked like lost dogs, so how could they have time to support this place. So after holding out for half an hour, they had to choose to disarm and surrender.

Soon, a tall and thin swordsman ran back with a smile on his face, and reported softly, "Commander, it's the city lord of Ferenman." ”

"Really?" Allegri confirmed.

"That's right," the swordsman nodded, "but he didn't want to come out, saying he wanted to see our biggest official here." ”

"Let's go," Allegri turned over and dismounted, beckoning to Dios, "look at what this lord has to say." ”

The two walked into the tower, one after the other, and the warriors were escorting their troops out. The soldiers of the City Lord's Mansion are used to being powerful and good on weekdays, but at this time, they are drooping their heads, like defeated roosters.

Ferrenman...... Marquis?" Allegri climbed to the third floor, looked at the chubby middle-aged man in front of him, and thought back for a moment before remembering the other party's rank from the information he had obtained before the war.

"Count Allegri?" the middle-aged man asked tentatively, holding his precious tortoiseshell glasses. There aren't many well-known magicians in Snowton, and Allegri is the only one who is so young.

"It's me," Allegri was impressed by the other party's calmness, he nodded and said with a smile, "I am the commander of this army, Lord Marquis, what do you have to say?"

"From this day forward, I am only a prisoner of your army, not a marquis," Ferenman said calmly, "I just have a business to talk to your Excellency." ”

"Please. Allegri felt a hint of surprise in his heart, and he stared at the white and pure marquis, who at this moment was not like a lord in charge, but like a bargaining merchant.

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

PS: (One more, I'm sorry, I'm busy as a dog during this time, and I'm sleepy at eleven o'clock at night.) ）