The troops brought by Abcion were not very large, only tens of thousands of people, and most of the soldiers were described as haggard, obviously carrying out extremely tragic conquests, and Qi Lang was very suspicious that they were still suffering from the Black Death, because in the area where their rear army was stationed, there was also a separate isolation area, and the medical staff in white coats were constantly busy, and from time to time some tightly wrapped corpses were thrown into the Tenzin River.

Obviously, they have reached the end of their crossbows. Under such circumstances, even if Jenny sent her entire army out to fight a duel on the plains, Absion's chances of victory would not be very high, not to mention, judging by his stance, it seemed that they were still planning to reluctantly attack the city.

The Otto Empire is finished.

Under the unprecedented civil strife, the world's number one military nation has stepped down from the throne and will complete the curtain call under the watchful eyes of the warriors of the Middle-earth countries that have been devastated by them.

As the sun sets, the vast grasslands on the south bank of the Danjin River fall into darkness. To the south of the lonely megalithic castle, there are three or five tall acacia trees standing in the distance, and the yellow flowers bloom at an inopportune time in the loneliness and loneliness, which looks abrupt and eye-catching against the background of the foggy distant mountains.

The tide of the Tenzin River rose as scheduled, and the river became wider, and the waves of the Dongchong continued to crash against the bridge piers, making a loud roar. The huge pillars were supposed to be made of some special metal, and after thousands of years of river water, there was never any trace of rust, as if determined to stand forever. But the so-called eternity has nothing to do with the once mighty Otto Empire, because tonight, that sinful kingdom will be reduced to dust and forever sealed in the history books.

Red-headed vultures hover high in the air. The sound was loud, desolate and piercing. It makes people feel heart palpitations.

The horn sounded with a whimper. Dozens of siege ladders were erected. Led by ironclad horses, slowly approaching Billon Castle, more than a thousand drakes began to rise into the air, forming a huge circle array, covering their heads from all sides, just waiting for the red-headed vulture to give the final signal to attack.

At the top of the city wall, Jenny stood among three or five generals, guarding the wall with her hands, as if giving orders to the soldiers to defend to the death. The dragon monster inside the castle also flew. They also form a circle formation, hovering and flying in the air, ready to duel with their former friends.

The 100,000 Baji by the river became excited, and sat together in groups, enjoying the salted meat they had brought with them, while watching with interest the battlefield to the south. For this group of orcs, they have seen a lot of pure force fighting, but they rarely have the opportunity to witness large-scale human warfare with their own eyes. The use of complex tools as weapons of murder was unimaginable to the Bagets, who generally believed that the best tools to kill were teeth and claws. As for the guys like knives, guns, bows and arrows, they have been used to it for a long time. to be able to apply it freely. For such a fight between humans, they have been looking forward to it for a long time.

The human soldiers on the north bank of the river also gathered, and one by one they gritted their teeth and looked at the other bank. Most of these soldiers came from Middle-earth, and they had suffered greatly under the iron heel of the Otto Empire, and they hated the murderers, and if it weren't for the terrible Badge guarding the south bank of the Long Bridge, they would have rushed over and used their weapons to pay the blood debt from the enemy.

But now, they can be satisfied, because the murderers of yesteryear are no longer fierce, they are killing each other, and it seems that their outcome is likely to be the same death. The soldiers couldn't tell how happy they were now, maybe they were still grateful to those Badges, and designated the decisive battlefield of the Otto Empire here, so that they could fight to the death in front of their eyes, even if they didn't have the opportunity to cut off the heads of those villains with their own hands, they could also feel the joy of scoring.

For the mentality of the soldiers, Qi Lang did not have the slightest sympathy. He just felt that it was a kind of sadness, a sadness that made him feel extremely depressed.

The original bitter hatred had actually been flowing in Qi Lang's blood, because he would occasionally wake up in that bloody dream, and sweat profusely and tremble in anger. But he had learned to control it, to suppress the hatred in his heart, and to replace it with all the precious goodness, for he knew that hatred was probably the most harmful thing in the world, just like Andy, the god of vengeance, who of course Zi Lang preferred to call Major Dodime, because it represented the good image of the past, and had nothing to do with misery and hatred, and his life was ruined by hatred. He used to be a respectable commander, a banner of the Spiral Front, but it was conceivable that behind him, there was such a deep hatred. He was supposed to embark on an incomparably bright path, but in the end, the hatred in his heart twisted him and destroyed him......

In the end, however, the Major chose to die to relieve it all, rather than forget. He is also very courageous, and that is the kindness in his bones that is causing trouble, but Qi Lang really hopes that he will be more thorough and reveal Mr. Zhu Lai's whereabouts, even if only one or two clues are given. But now, nearly half a year has passed, and the big star still doesn't know what happened.

Of course, the real Dodim is also unknown. Qi Lang had asked Igro more than once in private where his brother had gone, but Igro just shook his head sadly, not even replying. In Qi Lang's guess, the snow wolf should be looking for the next prey, which is probably the whole meaning of his existence in this world, it is like a mission arranged by the demon to mobilize people's hatred and use it for evil.

Because of hatred, they began to look forward to killing, to abuse, to the ugliest thing in the world, as if it were taken for granted, without the slightest sense of guilt.

Hate this thing, hurt a lot!

But whether Qi Lang accepted it or not, the war still started.

The dragon monsters in the air were the first to start fighting, and the furious roar was deafening, and the flames in the sky illuminated the earth. The charred corpse fell like a fall, smashing on the grass city, and the dust flew and roared. In front of the castle, the iron-armored war horses began to charge, and the archers behind the steel shields shot at each other, shouting to kill the heavens, and the screams were endless. The defense line on the west side was broken through by several Douzun-level masters, and the top of the city wall was close to each other, and broken limbs and bloody heads were planted one after another......

As expected, the war went on unprecedentedly tragically, and the original friendship of robes and zees was left behind at the moment, and all they saw in their blood-red eyes was the enemy.

Siege! Charge! Fight to the death!

This is a tug-of-war, the offensive and defensive sides are already familiar with their respective combat capabilities and tactical plays, and there is only one possibility of the end of the battle, that is, the total annihilation of one side.

Billund Castle has been plunged into a sea of fire. Jenny's dragon monsters are at a significant disadvantage in terms of numbers, fighting until the middle of the night, in the middle of the night, in the air spraying flames to attack, only Absion's more than 200 dragon monsters remained, although she also has more than 10,000 soldiers, about twice the strength of Absion, but at this moment it seems to be on a furnace, except to abandon the original fortifications, and turn to the enemy to engage in plain melee, there is no other way out.

A few lone dragon monsters were probably red-eyed, and they flew to the north bank of the river without knowing the direction, trying to exert their ferocity and burn the flames of war throughout the battlefield. The Flying God Crossbow offered by the Mingyu Kingdom played a role, and it was under the command of Xin Zhengzhi that the Janissary Giant Crossbow fired in succession, shooting down those air overlords one after another.

Jenny led her men in a counter-charge. All the soldiers abandoned the city, took up their swords, and fought with Absion's diehards. Jenny and Absion were scolding each other, with no demeanor, and although those vicious words had been masked by the shouts of killing and the earth-shattering roar of the dragon monster, the hatred between them could still be truly felt by Qi Lang.

They have all grown into hatred, and even if this fight will be devastating to the Otto Empire, they no longer care about it. In the eyes of Jenny and Absion, she, or he, would be satisfied if they could cut off their opponent's head before they perished.

The bloody battle lasted all night, and as the onlookers unanimously believed, the outcome of the battle was about to declare the end of the Otto Empire, as the number of swords-wielding soldiers was dwindling, and the deafening shouts of killing were being replaced by the sound of screams of slaughter. The fighters are about to fight out, and the situation on both sides is almost the same, the melee of tens of thousands of people slowly turns into a melee of thousands of people, and in the end, only a few dozen people are still fighting.

But they were still wielding their weapons like a pack of unconscious beasts, slashing and slashing by instinct until they had exhausted their last shred of strength.

Finally, the fiery sun broke free from the confines of the horizon and cast a glimmer of light over the land. The original green grassland has turned into a scorched earth, the corpses of dragon monsters and the corpses of soldiers are spread on the ground, quietly receiving the baptism of the sun, when they are alive, they may have been like brothers, and under the instigation of personal enmity, they have become mortal enemies, but now, the inner emotions are far away from them, because they are just corpses, cold and lifeless.

The battle that marked the end of the Otto Empire was finally coming to an end - and it was a good thing for the whole world to celebrate.

But the two culprits, Jeanne and Absion, still stood, and in the sunlight they had the privilege of seeing clearly what the picturesque beauty had become in their hands—if there was a fabled hell in the world, it would be before their eyes. (To be continued......)