Time passed slowly like a clenched sand in your hand, and before you knew it, it was late at night, and the vast, rich plain of Middle Ernit had finally returned to the dark tranquility after the baptism of war during the day, leaving only the whimpering wind blowing through the black-brown earth and rolling up puffs of smoke and dust.

In the dust, in the camp of the combined forces of Tatdu and Wardov, in a spacious, light-out tent near the center, Zhang Lisheng, who was sleeping on a huge wooden bed covered with a soft and thick long animal skin blanket, with a calm expression on his face as if he was immersed in a sweet dream, suddenly moved his ears and opened his eyes.

"Did it really start, that Viscount Wodorf is really a standard 'adventurer'..."Lying on the bed and listening for a while, he smiled strangely, jumped off the wooden bed, and suddenly the air around his body naturally condensed with thick water vapor, soaked into the tamped earth under his feet.

Then, as Zhang Lisheng took a step forward, an ink-colored robe was born out of nothing in the wet soil, climbing up along his calves, covering his whole body.

Quietly walked to the exit of the tent, opened the curtain door, looked up at the bright moon hidden in the dark clouds, Zhang Lisheng shrugged, and said to himself again: "But tonight is really a good weather for a sneak attack...", as soon as the words fell, the leader of the four elite Roman warriors who were guarding outside the tent and had a far more monitoring role than protection, had already hummed and asked: "Sir, do you have any orders?"

"There are no samurai," Zhang Lisheng replied with a smile when he raised his head and looked at the warrior leader with a face like pig iron, "I was already asleep, but I was suddenly woken up by the noise outside the tent just now. So come out and see what's going on?"

"Your ears are good, sir," the samurai leader explained proudly, his face softened, "and the sound you heard was due to the whole army being assembled.

Damn the West Lorians have been taking the initiative to challenge the dignity of the combined forces of Waldorf and Tatt these days, Lord Viscount, I plan to lead the whole army to the main camp of West Loria tonight and teach them a lesson. ”

Looking up at the arrogant appearance of the leader of the tough Romance warriors in front of him, Zhang Lisheng muttered casually, "The more you want to negotiate peace, the more you have to do your best to fight a big victory by surprise, so that you can have a little more weight when suing for peace." Exactly as I guessed. The Romans are indeed heroic, but when it comes to the wisdom of the battlefield, it is of this level...";

While clenching his right hand hanging from his waist, he suddenly clenched.

As he made a fist clenching motion, the Roman warriors guarding his tent to the left and right felt their blood tighten. The blood flowing in the arteries suddenly reversed. Break the blood vessel and turn into a big hand, which instantly crushes the heart. In less than a second, these elite warriors were turned into dead bodies, and then their entire body fluids froze. Like a sculpture, it doesn't fall.

"Four..."Two words were faintly spit out in his mouth without the slightest emotion, Zhang Lisheng's whole body was hidden in the black robe, and with a wave of his hand, a whirlwind slowly rose into the sky, and he quietly rushed out of the military camp under his feet, jumped on the mounted beasts and lined up, and none of the tens of thousands of coalition soldiers who were waiting to attack found anything abnormal.

In the two leading camps of Tatdu and Vodov, there was only the muffled command of the hundreds of cavalry commanders who were responsible for uploading and disseminating, "Your Excellency General has given the order, put a bone stick on the mount, and after leaving the camp for a while, let go of the speed and run on the right side...";

"By order of the General, the mounts are all attached to the bone clubs, and we will raid the left side of the camp of the Silorians...";

"The whole army of air cavalry is on standby, and wait until the land battle begins before charging..."

In just two or three hundred breaths, the allied soldiers with extremely high combat qualities have all finished arraying.

In the dim moonlight, the fierce monsters rode as far as the eye could see, and the warriors wearing battle armor and holding sharp axes and spears showed a look of decisive battle, and the cold aura that naturally exuded was terrifying.

At the front of the battle array, on the back of a huge rhinoceros horned tiger, Viscount Vodolph was dressed in black heavy armor embossed with the family wolf's beak fangs;

Holding a banner depicting a gray-backed giant wolf and a crocodile-headed grizzly bear pattern symbolizing the glory of Wardov and Tate, his eyes seemed to be spewing fire and stared at the curtain that spread out left and right for more than ten miles, firmly covering the entire camp, took a few deep breaths, and unconsciously clenched the flagpole.

"My lord, the whole army has been assembled, please command. The adjutant, who had been waiting at the right hand of Lord Wardov, saw his movements and knew that the time had come, and said in an unusually solemn voice.

"I order, the whole army marches!

Forward, forward, rush into the camp of the Silorians and kill the enemy who can see a qiē!" Viscount Vodolph took a deep breath at the end, raised the flag in his hand, danced a few times in the wind, and slammed forward, roaring.

His voice was not high, but the towering battle flag in his hand was the place where the eyes of the whole army gathered, and when he saw the flag erected in front of the battle commander, tens of thousands of allied soldiers tightened the reins in unison, driving their mounts to start charging.

In an instant, the front of the procession tore apart the long curtain that stretched across a third of the Central Enite plain, and swept towards the camp of 'Siloria' like a rolling torrent that broke through the embankment.

Suspended above a hundred meters in the air, his body completely melted into the dark night, Zhang Lisheng threw away all disguises, and his eyes revealed a distant and cold color that was difficult to describe in words, overlooking the overwhelming spread of the two allied forces of Tatdu and Vodolph on the field, and slammed straight into the vast camp that the West Lorians were caught off guard.

Suddenly, the creepy 'clatter...' of the tomahawk as it sliced through the limbs of a man, and the loud 'p-thump...' of the striking-bladed blades rang out in a staggered manner, mixed with the cries of the Silorians, "Enemy attack, enemy attack...", and the cries of the allied soldiers, 'Woo, kill, kill, kill...", tumbling over the plains of the Middle Ernit.

After a while, the light of the fire lit up in the camp of 'Siloria', and gradually spread, reflecting the blood soaked in corpses on the ground and spreading like a red river.

At the beginning of the battle, it was evident that the allied forces led by the late night raids of Tatdu and Wardov had the upper hand, and hundreds of Silorian warriors who had their heads cut off before they could even mount their mounts were defeated by their fierce offensive.

"Three thousand nine hundred and seventeen, three thousand nine hundred...", hanging in the air, the cold eyes in his mouth watched for a long time, seeing that the people of Western Loria were still unable to stop a powerful block, Zhang Lisheng's indifferent face showed a look of surprise, "Leader of Western Lotria, it won't be defeated like this."

Could it be that Viscount Wodolph's military adventure of advancing and retreating tonight can reap unexpected surprises...", and suddenly saw the situation on the battlefield that he was looking at change drastically.

Hundreds of dragons with their heads held high on their smooth backs, or armed with spears twenty or thirty meters long, or dragon warriors holding huge tower shields, marched in unison to shake the earth, rushed out from behind the Silorian formation, shaking their heads from side to side and spraying streams of dark green mist.

The green mist, accompanied by the fainting smell of sour decay, stuck to the body of the fighting Romance warrior, and in a matter of seconds, it eroded through his armor and turned him into a bloody, visceral-strewn corpse.

Coupled with the condescending preparation of the dragon warriors on the dragon's back, the attack of the two armies led by Tatdu and Wardov was slowed down at once.

"Blocked, sure enough, the Western Lorians are not so weak," overlooking this qiē, it seemed that he was finally slightly moved by the wonderful combat skills shown by the Romans and the heroic spirit of fighting to the death, Zhang Lisheng floated in the air, and said to himself with interest: "Since you are going to fight a decisive battle, don't think about retreating, all die here."

Four thousand one hundred and ninety-two, four thousand one hundred..."

As he spoke, his eyes flashed with endless hideous colors, and he mobilized the divine power around him, raised his hand flat, and condescendingly shrouded the entire battlefield in applause.

At this time, on the high ground at the rear end of the battle formation, Viscount Vodov, who was in the middle of the command, had already found that the offensive of the army led by him was 'tired', and the battle had fallen into a stage of hand-to-hand intercourse with heavy casualties on both sides.

The original intention of his sneak attack was to use a brilliant victory as capital, proving that the combined forces led by Tatdu and Vodov still had strong combat power, and they wanted to blackmail the enemy into making peace, and they were not willing to fight to the death with the Silorians, calculating the number of casualties, and had the intention of retreating in his heart.

"Aquelis, the Silorians have held their ground, and we have achieved enough..."Looking at the battlefield with deep eyes, Viscount Vodolph pondered for a moment, waved his hand and summoned his lieutenant, and commanded in a deep voice.

But before he finished speaking, a spear in the distance, which was about to be exhausted, was suddenly swept up and flew high again by a hurricane, and it actually crossed the heads of countless soldiers like lightning, drew an incredible parabola, and fiercely shot the battle flag and pierced his chest.

"The results of the battle, we should, should, retreat, retreat..."The spear passed through the heart, and Viscount Vodolph continued to say what he wanted to say, but as the blood gushed out, he only spoke a few words, and lost his life in the terrified eyes of the two staff officers around Tatdu and Vodov.

"Lord Viscount, son, Lord Viscount..."The adjutant who had just approached the lord's side looked as pale as a dead man for a long time, and was the first to come back to his senses, his mouth hoarse and a dream-like sound.

At the same time, a mournful voice rang out in the ears of every soldier of the allied forces of Tatdu and Vodov, "Tonight, Lord Viscount Wodov was killed by the conspiracy of the despicable Silorians in order to avenge the revenge of Viscount Tartdu, who was seriously wounded again.

We have no other way out than to defeat the Silorians in one fell swoop, kill, kill, kill, the people of the giant wolf and the alligator-headed bear, for the glory and victory of our ancestors, tonight, if we do not win......, we will die..."