General Shackel rode his horse on a high slope, looking at the distant silhouette of the city of Millok in the golden morning sun, and beside him stood a magician wrapped in black robes.

"Mr. Murgohn," Shakel said respectfully to the black-robed magician, "if the Miro Empire sends their chief magician, Fario, to join the war, they will have to trouble Mister to deal with him." ”

A cold and emotionless voice came from under the black robe: "General, please rest assured, if it is one-on-one, no matter who comes, I can take off his head to sacrifice the flag for the general." ”

"Thank you, then, Your Excellency. Shackle's mind was settled, and only then did he look down the slope. Below, countless soldiers are marching out into the distant battlefield. Shakel sighed slightly, the first soldiers in the war are often cannon fodder, they are still alive when they go, and I don't know how many people are left when they come back?

The tragic siege battle has begun!

More than 400,000 Faun soldiers surrounded the 100,000-strong garrison of Millrock, and the rolling tide of soldiers was like a wave at high tide, slapping on the reef of Millrock, stirring up the bright red waves of flesh and blood.

"Kill-" A hoarse roar, accompanied by full of fighting spirit and blood, one after another brave soldiers used their bodies and blood to win the way forward for their comrades behind them.

Brilliant magical flames burst out beneath the city, and it was the magic crystal cannons and magicians at the head of Mirrock attacking, or the blazing flames, or the sharp rock spears, or the deadly thunderbolts of thunderbolts, or the cold that froze flesh and blood. Under the bright and colorful flames, there is a blurred death of flesh and blood!

At the same time, the crossbows, trebuchets and other defensive equipment equipped at the head of the city also caused unimaginable damage to the Faun invading army. The magic crystal cannon needs the support of the magic core, or the crossbow machine is different from the trebuchet, two or three strong soldiers can complete a series of processes such as loading, aiming, and firing.

From time to time, huge two-meter-long crossbow bolts flew across the battlefield, whistling through the bodies of several soldiers in the dense crowd below, nailing them to the ground.

Sometimes, huge slings fall from the sky with the sound of whizzing wind, smashing blood-red spray in the sea of iron armor.

However, while the Faun suffered heavy losses, they also carried one ladder after another to the broad head of the city of Millok, and the Faun soldiers used these ladders to climb the walls like ants to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the enemy.

Moreover, there are also magicians in the ranks of the Faun Empire, and the magic light at the head of the city has not subsided for a moment.

Siege towers laden with elite archers were pushed closer to Myrrock, though they were still a little lower than the towering walls of Myrrocknac, and they did not occupy a vantage point. But that's better than nothing.

The Miro Legion is the elite army of the Miro Empire, even if they are absolutely inferior in numbers, they dare to draw their long knives and raise their spears to fight the enemy who climbs to the top of the city!

"Kill, the god of war is with me!"

"Kill, the Lord is with us!"

The war entered the most tragic stalemate stage, and many magicians on both sides ran out of magic and had to stop for meditation. The archer's arrows also missed dozens of rounds. There are also countless sturdy soldiers' long knives that have been chopped and curled.

The sun gradually rose above us in the east.

Blood, stained the battlefield red, minced meat, spread all over the city!

Field Marshal Lupsas and the Fourth Prince Long'er were issuing orders in the command room with red eyes. At the same time, there are also battle reports sent to the command room. Every time a battle report came in, there seemed to be an extra gray hair on the marshal's head, and the exhaustion in the eyes of the four princes seemed to be heavier.

The sun set overhead to the west.

The city was littered with corpses from both sides of the city, and the soldiers had to throw the corpses from the top of the city to the bottom of the city to ensure that they had room to fight the enemy.

At this moment, in the direction of the setting sun, bright battle flags and icy spike tips appeared in the distant sky to the southwest.

"Report!" a herald with a strong smell of sweat rushed up the high slope where Shakel and Murgohn were, "Report to your lordship, Miro's enemy has appeared in the southwest of the battlefield!"

"How many?" Shackle asked calmly.

"About three hundred thousand. ”

"What? Could it be that the Miro people dare to risk the world's greatness and let foreign races enter the customs? Otherwise, how could they have gathered such a force? This will be condemned by the people of the whole continent and will be remembered for 10,000 years!" Shakel was shocked, after a day of fighting, there were probably only more than 300,000 left in the 450,000-strong army. If there were really 300,000 enemy troops attacking, the situation would be beyond his control.

"This is really the best situation! The city of Millrock did not fall, and the defenders of the city inflicted great damage on the enemy. Dick rode on a white horse, listened to the report of the scouts, and let out a long breath, "Now I have the confidence to win this battle!"

"Gold, you and I led the cavalry troops to attack first, and we can't give the enemy a chance to react and organize a battle line. Dick turned to Gold.

"Yes, I obey your orders!" Gold saluted Dick on his horse, and then raised his fist and shouted: "Soldiers, these despicable and shameless Faenns have deceived me and Milo without anyone! It is unbearable to drive the army to the gate of our imperial capital! Cavalry! Whoever has backbone, rush with me! The glory of Miro is with me! The god of war is with me!"

"The glory of Miro is with me! The god of war is with me!" tens of thousands of voices shouted in unison, and the cheers shook the sky, and they could be faintly heard on the battlefield in the distance!

"Oops!" Shackel frowned in the distance.

"Kill!" Dick roared as he rode up to the sky and rode on a white horse, holding the Nether Demon Sword and rushing towards the battlefield in the distance, followed by Dimihera, who was dressed in a black suit, and a black horse under her crotch, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the soft lines of her face, and there was a heroic spirit in her beauty. In her hand, she held the magic sword "Grief" burning with raging purple flames, and the purple flames flew sideways when she wielded it.

After that, Gold and Hawke rode side by side, and behind them were a full 3,000 demon hunters and nearly 40,000 demon hunters!

"Kill—" Dick was greeted by a neat shout of 40,000 people!

Dick rode on a white horse and brandished the Demon Sword Netherworld to kill the enemy army behind the enemy army, and with a flick of his wrist, black demonic flames spread all over the body of the Nether Demon Sword. He wielded a heavy sword curtain with the magic sword Netherworld, weaving a shadow of death and shrouding the enemy in front of him, and in an instant, flesh and blood flew everywhere, stumps were everywhere, and within two meters around him, it was completely transformed into a Shura slaughterhouse.

Dimihera followed him and rode a black horse into the enemy line, the magic sword sorrow in her hands exerted a terrifying terrifying power, the purple magic flame burning on it was like hellfire, the flame of death, ordinary soldiers would immediately turn into a purple ball of fire, and in a few seconds they would be burned to ashes, not even a bone slag remained. Therefore, although there were countless killings, there was no trace of blood on Dimihera's body, and she danced on the tragic battlefield, like a fairy.

After that, Gold and Hawke were also like gods, invincible, and there was no one in the sword and shadow between them. Hawke, in particular, wields the sword he has obtained from the relics of the gods, and his fighting spirit is surging between swings, sending one enemy after another into the arms of the Grim Reaper.

Three thousand demon hunters and guards followed, and they were three thousand selected from more than 200,000 people! Whether it was actual combat experience, fighting spirit, or meritorious deeds, they were all the best among all soldiers. Dressed in the dark golden armor of mortal swords, they wield the sharp knight's spear, piercing through all the enemies who dare to stand in their way!

The next 40,000 ironclad cavalry trampled the corpses of their enemies like a torrent of steel, and the knights raised their spears, shook off their horses' hooves, and swarmed into the torn gap ahead. Tearing a huge gap in the ranks of the Faun Legion.

"Report-" The mournful voice of the herald shook General Shakel's ear drums, and a bloody soldier rushed up the high slope and said in a hurry: "General Qiyu, the enemy army that has emerged from the southwest is unstoppable, and there are several masters of fighting spirit among them, and the thousands of cavalry in front of them are invulnerable, and it is difficult to resist at all, and the soldiers have begun to rout!"

When General Shakel heard this, his face instantly turned as white as paper.

On the battlefield, Dick and others led the demon hunting guards and demon hunting cavalry to rampage all the way, impacting the array of the Faun army into chaos. There are some masters of fighting spirit in the Faun army, but in the face of Dick, who is a fourth-level knight cultivator, and Dimihera, who is unfathomable, has no power to fight back.

The invincible and invincible strongmen, the invulnerable iron-blooded cavalry, completely chilled the courage of the Faun soldiers, and they fled in panic. The people in front crowded the people behind, and countless soldiers were pushed to the ground in such crowding and trampled to death by their own comrades.

At this time, the infantry of the Demon Hunting Legion had also arrived on the battlefield, and the dwarven infantry regiment was not affected in the slightest even though they were wearing armor made of dark iron, and they raised their heads to the sky and roared, and the giant hammers and axes in their hands swung like wind wheels, setting off huge waves of flesh and blood, reaping the lives of one enemy after another.

Ninety thousand infantry lined up in a neat and solemn phalanx, advancing forward, like a mountain of steel, slowly crawling towards the battlefield.

"Shoot!" a loud roar from Landas was heard on the battlefield.

The archers behind the infantry lined up bent their bows and arrows, and the Terran archers scattered towards the sky, and the bows and arrows fell downwards after reaching the end, killing and wounding the enemy in this way. But the elven archers all fired horizontally, shooting arrows from the gap between the two infantry phalanxes, killing all the enemies with a single arrow, not wasting a single arrow.

The chaotic spells sounded, and the mage group of the team Zuihou was also showing their might, some of them were elven mages, some were strong people recruited with a lot of money, and some were teachers of Valkx Academy. For a moment, the blazing fireballs, the freezing cold, the sharp rock spears, the flesh-cutting wind blades, and the limb-wound vines sent out by the elven mages all inflicted great damage on the enemy forces of Faun.