The pale blue ghost claw held Joseph's soul, and this time Rainon didn't scorch it with the fire of Stamoko as usual, let alone squeeze and knead it hard. He just held it quietly.

Jack's hand was forced by the coercion of the high-level black dragon Gonzas, lowered his neck, hung his head, and lay motionless on the ground. From time to time, there was a gurgling sound in his throat to vent his dissatisfaction.

Gonzas raised his foot and kicked it away. At this point, Jack even became extremely cautious in his breathing, for fear of accidentally making a superfluous noise and annoying the murderous black dragon. But for Gonzas, your presence is superfluous.

There is no honor on the battlefield, all you do is kill and destroy, and create endless hatred...... Those so-called heroes and honors are nothing but big lies, lies that make you willing to die! Rinon stared at Joseph's soul with godless eyes and said, "Because of the war...... I lost my home, I lost my parents, I lost my loved ones. And you, lost your life, your children lost their fathers, your wives lost their husbands, your parents lost their sons...... It's all for the 'honor' that those in power have bestowed on you, is it worth it?"

This is his choice, his long-cherished wish, and it cannot be measured by value or not. Nightmare came behind Rainon and pouted, "Are you done talking nonsense? Give me today's breakfast when you're done!" ”

Ruinon took out his pocket watch and looked at it: "At 3:41 in the morning, your breakfast is really early." Don't forget to work after eating, and implant a memory in them! Let them stay away from the war and cherish their lives. With that, he glanced at the sleeping Byzantine soldiers.

"Hmph! Sure enough, you have been assimilated by the elves. No matter how hard you try, you can't change the nature of this world......" Despite saying this, the nightmare still put into action.

The battle for Rainon was over, and the war in the western Andes was just beginning. Jerry Terry, Bella Kent, Erica Constantine, Derek Adrien, and the Garridian Orcs represented Gruul Gotha and marched north after capturing Kevenlas and waging an all-out war against the Western Coalition led by the Mecampos Empire.

In the western south of the Andes, the Garritic Emperor Nelson Corges personally led a large army against Uskohe, so that General Lamander's usurpation plan was postponed indefinitely, and the fate of His Majesty Adrien is still unknown.

At the same time, the elven kingdom of Birchini declared war on the Western Alliance, and for a time the Mecampos Empire was under attack. The Second Race War officially began, and the flames of war spread throughout the continent of Middle-earth.

Inside the city of Linyi. The second floor of the headquarters of the Xuanqing Volunteer Army. Xuan Qingyi smiled and walked around the room holding the communication brazier. He hadn't slept all night with deep dark circles under his eyes. But there was no tiredness on his face. Since Rui Nong was the first to send the news of victory, the good news from the front line has come one after another, and Xuan Qingyi has been happy to close his mouth.

"Ha Lu haha!" Xuan Qingyi laughed loudly, "I know Lu Dao! Ha Lu Haha! All this ...... It's all according to my script......! I've known this for a long time...... Hahaha!"

"God help me, I gave up on the car. Abandon the Byzantine rear supply. In order to ensure the capture of Li Chengzhuang and Gui Wu. Then he turned to merge and attack Furuta...... I can't think of it! I can't think of it...... Ruinon. You are indeed our biggest unknown factor, even the town of the Western Regions can be taken by you, and you have also killed a dragon knight. Xuan Qingyi squeezed the teacup hard. "Now our army can drive Justinian back to Byzantium in one go!"

"Poof!" the communication brazier ignited again. Xuan Qingyi immediately got up from the recliner and asked, "Say it quickly, what's the matter?"

"Old General Zhu Wenchong has led his troops to capture Gutian City!"

"What? Taken?" Although Xuan Qingyi still had his smile on his face that had not changed for ten thousand years, there was a monstrous wave in his heart. General Zhu Wenchong...... You are worthy of the biggest uncertainty on our battlefield! Sure enough, all this is as I expected, you did not disappoint me!" Xuan Qingyi turned his back to the communication brazier, and his hands were tightly clenched into fists in front of his chest.

"Sir, General Zhu asks you to send air and land cavalry support to hunt down the Byzantine Emperor Justinian. The face of the brazier trembled, just like his excited voice, "This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

Xuan Qingyi put his finger against his chin and thought about it and said, "No...... In addition, an order was sent to Zhu Wenchong, ordering him to strictly guard Gutian City and not let anyone go out of the city. ”

"Yes...... Miscellaneous...... As long as we kill Justinian, Byzantium will be in chaos, and now our Xuanqing rebels will be able to kill Burkina in one go......!

"Idiot!" Xuan Qingyi shook his head and scolded, "Do you know how far the Dao is from the Western Regions Town to the capital of Byzantium?

"Uh...... The subordinates don't know...... Please also give me some advice......"

Xuan Qingyi interrupted him impatiently and said, "Actually, I don't know the way!"

"......" the poor soldier was speechless.

"But I understand......," Xuan Qingyi added, "that we are not the only opponent of Byzantium, but the allies of Byzantium may also be enemies! Saying that, Xuan Qingyi took a deep breath, "If we kill Justinian, then Byzantium will become the Holy See, and Byzantium can be said to have completely become Merleo Prolos's personal bag." Do you understand?"

"Understood...... Understood......" The poor soldier nodded as if he didn't understand, "Never let a person out of the city!"

"It's good that you understand the point!" Xuan Qingyi said, staring into his eyes. Obviously, he didn't care if the creep really understood him, as long as the creep remembered his orders and could convey them in time.

The brazier went out, and the attic was dark again, and only the flickering candle flame gave off a flickering glow that made it possible to barely see the surroundings.

Xuan Qingyi picked up the teacup and took a sip, completely unaware that the tea in the cup was already cold. At this moment, he has entered the realm of not knowing the taste of meat in March, and his heart is full of thoughts. It is true that this is the best time to take advantage of the victory and chase down the Byzantine emperor Justinian, but can Justinian really kill?

"Can't kill Justinian...... Xuan Qingyi's smile that had not changed for 10,000 years disappeared, replaced by a cold and ruthless face like a plaster sculpture. The summer day is sultry, and even at night it is not much cooler, but at this moment, the temperature in the small attic seems to have dropped by ten degrees in an instant.

Xuan Qingyi frowned, staring at the distant mountains outside the window, he looked at the undulating peaks and the junction of the sky, and said to himself: "Kill him, Byzantium will definitely become unprecedentedly united; Pope Pros will definitely take advantage of this to make a big fuss, and the entire Eastern Alliance will be recruited by him, and kill Justinian, maybe I ...... Also, our Xuanqing Righteous Army will lose its use value, and the ghost knows what the true purpose of the Rafael family is. So Justinian will never die, at least not yet!"

Thirty kilometers north of Gutian City, a convoy was speeding along a bumpy path in the mountains. A carriage in the middle of the convoy stands out from the rest. The carriage was magnificent, and although the doors and frames of the carriage were covered with pitted chisel marks, and the decorations on the façade and corners were damaged to varying degrees, it was still as vivid and dazzling as the fireflies and cranes in the flock of chickens that night, and its dilapidated appearance could not hide its luxurious nature. Needless to say, they were the Byzantine convoys, and His Majesty Justinian was in that carriage.

At this moment, His Majesty Justinian did not have the high-spirited and majestic posture of the previous royal expedition. There is only the frustration and decadence of failure.

Justinian sat dejectedly on the couch in the carriage, staring blankly at the crystal ball in his hand. The graceful and luxurious costume of the Byzantine emperor is gone, replaced by an earthy gold-encrusted silk robe, with gold and silver threads outlining several gold ingots, full of vulgar copper stench. It seems that the Byzantine Emperor and his men were planning to leave this land of right and wrong as wealthy merchants who had taken refuge.

Because of the unusually bumpy mountain trails, Justinian's communication brazier was fixed on an oval-shaped low table, and the fire flickered in the brazier, bringing all sorts of bad news.

Justinian just made a sound mechanically and coped with it sloppily. After a long time, the inside of the carriage finally fell silent. He turned his head mechanically and shouted out the window, "Someone!"

"Here!" a loyal knight rode forward.

"What is the place now?" asked Justinian, feebly.

"Back to your majesty, this is the western boundary of Guiwu, and then go northwest from here, and in less than half a day, you can reach the remnants of Yongyu and Roy Jones, and then ......."

"Okay, I know what to do, so hurry up!" said Justinian, waving his hand impatiently.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

After sending the knight away, Justinian let out a long sigh, closed the window, and then folded down with his hands covered, then rolled sideways from the couch onto the hard board.

"Hahaha!" Justinian laughed like crazy, "Flavi, Peter, Justinian, you are so smart! You are really a strategist, and you can win a thousand miles! What about a good siege point to help?" As he spoke, his tone suddenly changed: "Damn Xuanqing Righteous Army, do you still want Xuanqing Country? Do you want the land and your people......? Retreat and retreat...... Even if you retreat, you actually took away all the food and iron tools, blocked the water source, and then left a group of innocent people, you are really ruthless......"

Justinian patted his face and continued, "You have hurt me...... It hurts me ......" Suddenly, his words stopped abruptly, and he couldn't say what he wanted to say.

"Your Majesty, what's going on?" asked a knight at the back of the carriage, puzzled.

The colleague made a silent gesture and shook his head. (To be continued......)