On the second day, as soon as the sky was dark, a loud military horn sounded in the camp of the Demon Hunting Legion. Wave after wave of soldiers marched out of the battalion in a neat phalanx.

First of all were three thousand demon hunters, dressed in dark gold armor, the kind of knightly armor armed from head to toe, hideous helmets, delicate masks, broad breastplates, slender arm and leg armor, beautiful battle skirts, delicate gloves and pointed boots. The armor also had a sheathed knight's sword hanging from his waist. All the demon hunters were armed with a rifle more than three meters long in one hand and a heavy shield in the other. Needless to say, these were the armors that Dick had gotten from the relics of the gods.

There were three thousand iron-clad lions, the people were silent, the horses were silent, and only the rumbling horses' hooves sounded savagely, shaking people's ear drums. A murderous aura rose from the bodies of all the knights, and its momentum was overwhelming!

Then came out of the barracks were 40,000 cavalry soldiers belonging to the Demon Hunting Legion, their heads held high, their chests straight, and their fighting spirit was terrifying, and more than 40,000 cavalry spears were raised in the sky, like a jungle of steel.

Then there was the Dwarven Infantry Regiment, which now numbered three thousand, as a large dwarven tribe joined Dick's domain. All the dwarven soldiers were dressed in armor made of dark iron, with large beards and wielding brutal weapons such as axes or war hammers.

The dwarven infantry regiment was followed by a 90,000-strong Terran infantry regiment, with swords and shields, arranged in a neat and well-organized phalanx, surging through the sky like a torrent of steel. The elven swordsmen were almost lost in the battle of Otto City against the demons, and the few remaining elven swordsmen were also incorporated into the Terran infantry regiment. Dressed in all kinds of leather armor and armed with elven swords, they roamed outside the phalanx to fight.

The Terran infantry regiment was followed by an army of 20,000 archers, armed with slender curved bows and carrying quivers filled with sharp arrows. Feathers rising from their shoulders swayed with the breath of death in the wind, mixing more than four thousand elven archers into the archer army. They held longer bows and tighter strings, both in terms of speed and accuracy of archery that Terran archers could hardly match.

Lined up in the ranks was a group of more than 2,000 mages, of which more than 1,000 were natural mages of the elven race, and the rest were Terran mages who were recruited with a lot of money. Considering the weakness of the mage's health, all the mages traveled in a specially made large carriage.

There were also two thousand elven eagle knights hovering over the army, and in order to reduce the weight of the burden of the horned eagle beasts, the elven archers riding on them were not wearing armor. However, the fierce and sturdy horned eagle paired with the elven marksman is definitely a nightmare for all air forces.

The Demon Hunting Legion, with a total of more than 150,000 troops, set off in the early morning of this day. The goal is to target the imperial capital of Mirrock!

In the midst of the army, Sna asked puzzledly, "My lord, do you want to bring twice as many military flags with you this time?"

Dick smiled faintly and said: "The Faen people are alone in the enemy's territory, and the intelligence must not be taken care of, and what they are most afraid of is that the Miro Empire has transferred a large number of troops from the border to encircle and suppress them, and I have brought twice as many military flags, and in their eyes, I have brought twice as many soldiers and horses." ”

"Your Excellency is wise, but as soon as the two armies fight, won't this trick be self-defeating?" said Sna, frowning.

Dimihera, who was beside Dick, said lightly: "It's one thing for their generals to see through it, and it's another thing for the soldiers in the bureau to see through it." ”

When the sun was overhead, the army had reached the front of the Gultius Mountains, and in order to send the cavalry troops to the other side of the Gultius Mountains, Dick sent 10,000 sturdy soldiers armed with long knives or axes made of dark iron to cut down wood in front of them.

An army of 150,000 people, in the ancient Gulitius Mountains, in the endless branches and shrubs, relied on long knives and sharp axes, and cut through thorns and thorns to open up a path.

When the sun went down, the army found an open place in the mountains and forests, and Dick sat down in front of the campfire, throwing dry food into the boiling water, and Dimihera plucked a leaf the size of a fan, and sat down opposite Dick.

She clasped her hands on her knees, her chin rested on her knees, the firelight reflected her beautiful face and slender body, she lightly opened her lips and spoke: "Boy, do you have confidence in this battle?" ”

Dick tilted his head and thought, "Not that sure." It's a big difference in numbers, and I have some impression of Shackle, who isn't a great player, but he's not stupid. ”

Di Mihera frowned: "I am not sure that the battle will be fought in Weishenme?"

Dick fished out the cooked dry food from the pot and said to her, "Would you like some?"

Demichra shook her head and said, "Only humans with weak bodies need to eat to replenish their energy, by the way, don't divert the topic, I'm asking you!"

Dick smiled: "In any case, Miro is the most powerful country among the three empires, with hundreds of millions of people, prosperous economy, developed industry, and prosperous martial arts, which is also one of the reasons why I chose Miro as the shili of revenge, at this moment the defeat of this country is only temporary, as long as I make it survive this difficulty, it can still provide me with a liliang of revenge." ”

"What if you can't get it through this?"

Dick shrugged his shoulders helplessly: "I don't know." ”

Demihera stared at him tightly and said, "In any case, you can't die until you help me lift the curse on my body, you must continue to provide me with magic and fighting energy!"

Dick smiled bitterly: "Okay, okay, I understand, it's not too early now, let's go to bed early." After walking for a while and looking back, Dick found that Dimihera was still following him, "What are you doing with me?"

Demichra said righteously, "You still owe me magic and fighting spirit." ”

"But you're a woman now," Dick frowned, "and what will others think of you when you go to my tent?"

"What's this? Only you humans care about such a boring thing. Demihra scoffed, and then she sneered, "And you won't suffer." ”

Dick said helplessly: "Alright then, come in while no one is paying attention now." ”

Three days later, at noon, in the northeastern foothills of the Gullijus Mountains, near the city of Valx, a thorn suddenly cracked with a groan, and then a large, rough hand savagely pulled it up and threw it aside. Then a middle-aged man poked his head out of the mountains and forests.

Looking at the plains in front of him and the silhouette of the city of Valques in the distance, he exclaimed excitedly: "We have arrived! We have finally reached the other side of the mountains!"

He ran out of the forest as quickly as he could, and behind him, more figures squeezed out of the dense forest, including infantry, archers, and cavalry.

It took a full 150,000 troops three days to finally cross the treacherous terrain of the Gulitius Mountains and enter the hinterland of the Miro Empire. Now they were only two days away from the imperial capital, Mirrock.

However, at this critical moment, the Marquis Dick, the commander of the army, ordered the whole army to rest in place, and then pushed all the affairs to the adjutant general Sna, and he himself disappeared in front of everyone with his military adviser Dimihera.

In late autumn, the streets of Valques are covered with dusky leaves, and the spires of luxurious buildings cast a dark shadow on the sparsely populated streets. In the autumn wind, the laurel trees that have lost their leaves tremble. It's full of a dim yellow style everywhere.

There was a man and a woman walking in the streets covered with dead leaves, the men were handsome and the women were beautiful, both of them looked young, and their eyes flashed with maturity that did not match their age.

"Boy, let me guess, you're going to Valx Academy right now, right? The woman dressed in black said to the man in white beside her.

The man in white was slightly surprised, "How did you guess?"

Of course, the woman in black is also Di Mihera and said: "It's very simple, the Faun Empire sent a large army to attack Miro this time, and the target is definitely not one city or one place, so there must be a Saint Realm powerhouse accompanying him, or maybe it is the continent's No. 1 dark mage Murgoun, we lack a strong man of this level." ”

"Clever, you're becoming more and more like a real strategist," Dick laughed, the cleverness of an angel and the cunning of a demon, and the combination of the two would surely be a great help to him.

The gate of the Valx Academy is three meters high and has a dark golden color, which makes it look extremely tall and majestic. Continuing on, we came to a huge square, in the center of the square sat a statue of the god of war Tlansius, the patron saint of the Miro Empire is the image of a lonely middle-aged man, the resolute face is angular, a pair of slightly sunken eyes are particularly attentive, and there is a sense of majesty between the expectations.

Dick stepped forward and bowed slightly to the statue of the god of war, a salute that contained respect for the strong, a tribute to the dead, and a thank you for the gift given by the god of war.

When Dick walked into Dean Salneo's office, the old dean was like an ordinary old man, sitting in a chaise longue wearing a single lens made of fine crystal, reading a book and drinking tea.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the old dean immediately turned his head and looked at the door.

Dick smiled and asked, "Master, do you remember me?"

"Oh, kid, you are the pride of the academy, how could I forget you?" the old dean laughed, "You are much more mature than the last time we saw you." ”

"It's natural, how is the dean?" Dick greeted politely.

"What else, what could an old man be afraid of?" Salneo laughed.

Dick explained his intention by politely exchanging words with the dean, and Dean Salneo agreed to Dick's request very readily, not only promising to help in person, but also promising to lead the talented teachers of the academy to help in the battle.

Dick was full of joy and took Demehera back to the army station, and now he only had to wait for Dean Salneo to take care of the affairs of the academy and come to meet with him, and then he could officially send troops to Mirrock City.