The history books are fixed on the eighth day of the second month of the third year of the revival calendar.

At noon on this day, people on the entire continent could feel that an invisible and insubstantial yin wind was blowing on their sides, making many people shiver involuntarily.

At the same time, the sun that seemed to be above the nine heavens suddenly blinked, and the sky and the earth suddenly darkened.

This sudden gloom lasted less than a breath, but after an instant, everything returned to its original appearance, the sun was still shining, the breeze was still warm, and nothing seemed to have happened.

This kind of transience made the vast majority of the people think that the vision that happened in front of their eyes just now was just an illusion. After a moment's trance, they shook their heads and continued with the work at hand. The farmer drove the tendon oxen and continued his unfinished ploughing, the blacksmith picked up his hammer and reprimanded his distracted apprentice, the merchant and the hawker walked through the streets and alleys to greet the guests loudly, the children frolicked, and the tea customers chatted and laughed...... It seems that everything is fine.

However, this world is indeed different.

The "Lord of Shadows", possessed by Silves, launched a ritual in the city of Tirappes to summon the evil gods of the underworld. Shadowy webs covered almost the entire continent, and with his gentle plucking, the agreed message hid into obscure fluctuations and reached all corners of the sky.

Misty swamps.

Located in the south of the "Elven Homeland", this treacherous place is filled with all kinds of dark and evil negative energy, and can even spontaneously condense fierce resentful spirits to attack people everywhere. The ogre tribes scattered in the swamp rely on the totemic protection of the ancestral spirits to barely thrive here and not be cut off.

Now, though, things have changed dramatically.

Once in the hellish plane, he was regarded as one of the strongest "evil kings". He became the new master of the Misty Swamp and the de facto ruler of most of the ogre tribes.

The "King of Evil Spirits" is a cunning person who once bewitched the "Clear Spring Council" and the entire upper elves, and although his strength has been greatly reduced now, he is not a problem to deal with these simple-minded big men. He absorbed the soul power on the totem pole to restore part of his strength, and then mastered the sacrifices and chieftains of the tribe through the means of mind control, urging them to build their own soul shrines day and night.

Until this day. The heavens and the earth suddenly darkened.

The dull ogre laborers just blinked, and continued to shout and carry the boulder. However, in the temple, which had already begun to take shape, a gray-black mist suddenly rose. The "King of Evil Spirits" did not choose any way to possess his body, and besides, there was really no good body in the misty swamp, he now maintained the appearance of his shadowy body, suspended in mid-air, carefully distinguishing the invisible fluctuations in the air, and couldn't help but be a little stunned.

After thinking for a moment, he couldn't help but shake his head in confusion. He whispered to himself, "What's going on?" what are the shadows going to do when they gather all the evil gods?"

Unlike evil gods such as Pale and Shadow, the "King of Evil Spirits" has only managed to escape from the seal in the last few days. Up to now, he has not appeared in the world for nearly 10,000 years, let alone experienced the great war 2,000 years ago, so naturally he has no understanding of the cause of the incident.

However, since the "Lord of Shadows" was so eager to summon his fellow evil gods, he didn't mind going to meet him.

The evil gods are the aggregates of spiritual consciousness. It is difficult to inflict a devastating blow on each other. What's more, the "King of Evil Spirits" who is proficient in the art of soul manipulation. He also has enough terrifying means to threaten other evil gods, and he will not worry about the "Lord of Shadows" playing tricks.

However, old fritters like them, who have been fried for countless years, will definitely not go rashly with their real bodies. Be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years, it is precisely because of a moment of negligence that I fell into the way of that hateful half-elf. Until now, he is still in a slump, unable to recover his strength back then, which makes him still vigilant in his heart.

The "King of Evil Spirits" spun around, and a wisp of gray-white spirit tore apart from the side of his body, twisting and transforming into a small skull. After a few clicks of the jaw joint, he exhaled a faint puff of smoke and flew quickly towards the southeast at a speed faster than a spark.

The continent is vast and the scenery is different.

A large area south of the Cast Iron Mountains has already sprouted spring, the willows are green, and the snow in the north has not melted, and the cold is bitter.

In the northwest of the Dawn Mountains, there is a plateau with continuous glaciers, which is a first-class fine pasture when the snow melts in spring and summer, but at this moment, it is snow-capped, and everything is reckless as far as the eye can see.

Snow Mountain Pass.

A well-armed army of knights is trudging through the mountain trails. However, the winding and narrow mountain road, combined with ice slag and slush, was so rugged that the iron-clad knights could only endure the biting chill, pulling their mounts and trying to climb towards the mountain.

Also known as the "Land of Hussars", the Snowton Empire was known for its powerful cavalry units for thousands of years. Each of the four knights of the empire is an iron knight who can dominate the world, and it is also the sharpest blade in the hands of Nacini.

And now on the mountain road, it is one of them.

If you know a little about military affairs, you will find that the military insignia worn on the chests of these soldiers is the "Fire Tattoo Hibiscus", which is the same name as the "White Thorn of the Templar Order". And this army that is marching on the mountain road should be the "Golden Hibiscus" that is second to none among the four knights.

On the "Valhalla Square" that day, the "Golden Hibiscus" Knights were elite and participated in the regular military parade of the military headquarters. However, a drastic change ensued, and the "Stone Pope" struck a blow to the sky, killing and wounding the entire battalion of soldiers, and the First Knights of the Empire were almost removed from the Empire. However, the spirit of the army was not extinguished, and the framework was still there, and when everything was settled, Nacini selected soldiers from the armies and rebuilt this legendary army on the basis of the remnants.

Now, the "Golden Hibiscus" has been launched again, and the target is directly aimed at the "Running Wolf Plain" war zone that has fallen into the hands of Jonas.

And the wielding of this weapon of the country was also in the army at this time.

"The sky is full of frost and snow, and it is a good scenery. Like the soldiers, Nacini walked on foot, but his horses were guarded by his own guards, so he could carry his hands behind his back and look around at the magnificent scenery.

"Your Majesty, you shouldn't be a stranger to this place, right?" beside Nacini was a fierce black-bearded general, who couldn't help but smile casually when he heard this. He was about fifty years old, with bright armor and a curved spear, and he was none other than Agassi, the leader of the "Golden Hibiscus" Knights, the superior warrior. The "Hibiscus" Knights have always been firmly in the hands of the royal family, and this Agassi commander is also a member of the royal family, and he is still Nacini's uncle in terms of seniority, so he dares to reply so casually.

"Yes...... Nacini brushed the snow from her bright blonde hair and lowered her head and sighed, "Uncle Wang should know that I spent a lot of time here when I was a child, and now I have mixed feelings when I am back here. ”

The king's mood was low, and Agassi naturally knew why. This alpine pasture was the fief of Nacini's grandfather, the old duke of Deranno. Because of Athea's relationship, the two parties almost broke off at his wedding, and the subordination relationship also existed in name only. If it weren't for the fact that he wanted to avoid Jonas's eyes and ears in order to maintain the suddenness of the surprise attack, Nacini would not have chosen to march from here.

"According to His Majesty's decision, our army will make a detour through the high mountains and snow fields and attack the weak flank of the Benwolf Plain, and we will definitely be able to make a contribution in one fell swoop," Agassi bowed slightly and hurriedly changed the topic, "However, the road here is rugged and difficult, and I am afraid that it will be very unfavorable to the subsequent mobilization of troops and the maintenance of logistics and supplies." ”

"Uncle Wang doesn't know," Nacini also broke free from his old thoughts, and explained casually, "after the beginning of spring in a few days, the snow will melt, and now those impassable deep valleys and ridges will show their original faces, and when the time comes, whether it is the army or the grain, grass, carts, and horses, they will be able to pass smoothly, so Uncle Wang should not worry." ”

"That's good......" Agassi nodded slightly when he heard this, but the gloom between his brows did not fade. In addition to the harsh terrain, he still has no idea whether the real owner of this territory will interfere.

He just wanted to ask a question or two, but at this moment, there was a faint tremor under the feet of the two of them, and Agassi and Nacini couldn't help but glance at each other, and hurriedly listened carefully.

This, it seems, is the sound of the horse's hooves marching by knightly troops?

The look of surprise on Nacini's face had not yet been lifted, and Agassi was about to order the whole army to be on strict alert, when a blue banner embroidered with silver thread was suddenly raised on the steep snow-capped cliff opposite.

The wind swept the flag, the hunt flew, and faintly, the "Sky Eagle" of the Deranor family seemed to be about to fly out of the air.

The sharp spear was raised high like a dense forest, the white feather provoked by the helmet trembled slightly, and a column of knights with a strict appearance Qi Qi Le Horse, a horse stood on the snow cliff.

The knight was petite, but he looked like the leader of the whole team. Under the helmet cover, the face could not be seen clearly, only two eyes were staring at it from a distance, clear as water.

Nacini was slightly stunned, suddenly took a few deep breaths, and subconsciously took a step forward, stretching out his hand as if to hold on.

The knight snorted coldly, glanced at him from behind, waved his hand and ordered, and the cavalry turned its horse and disappeared into the snow of the plateau again, just as they had come.

On the cliff, there was no one, but the blonde-haired king still stared at it with a stunned expression.

He didn't realize that between heaven and earth, there seemed to be a sudden darkness.

He didn't even care at all, the "Udurs's Weeping Blood Blade" on his waist seemed to have been summoned by some kind of summons, and it was trembling violently in the scabbard. (To be continued......)

PS: (double watch, safe ashore)