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A cold wind from the north blew along the flat land.

It's chilly from the north -- it's been a particularly attentive year, coming earlier than at any time in the past. Those who wear short-sleeved clothes will get goosebumps all over their bodies because of this gust of wind, and those who wear long-sleeved clothes will also feel a chill that rushes straight over their bodies. Anyone with experience knows that this cold wind is a call to the police, or a polite letter of introduction, which means that another winter is coming.

However, at this moment, the aura of slaughter has already permeated the entire heaven and earth. The clouds in the sky were gloomy, but not the gloom of imminent rain, but the gloom of obscuring the sun and not seeing when it would end. Beneath this thick layer of clouds, a mist shrouded us. This may be the result of the gods focusing their gaze here, as fog is rare at this time of year.

Beneath the clouds, in the mist, stood countless warriors. All the warriors from the north, who held the glory of the gods, had formed a battle formation on this plain destined to become a battlefield. Far away from them are the coalition forces from the south who are shouldering the heavy responsibility of protecting their homes and defending the country.

In fact, this is not a battleground for soldiers, nor is it a critical position. The reason why the two armies met here was really just the result of some people's planning. The two armies arrived at the battlefield at a similar time, more like an encounter than a leisurely meal. After the reconnaissance units of both sides discovered each other, the two armies briefly confronted each other yesterday out of caution, but after confirming it, they only rested for one night, and then left their barracks to prepare for battle.

The Chaos Legion divides its armies into three formations in a traditional formation - a natural and proven way of doing so. Whether it is humans, elves, dwarves, or even intelligent races such as greenskins and ogres, they will all use this method to fight, and the Chaos Legion will naturally be no exception.

Marven stood on top of his magic disk, and together with a group of subordinates, watched the situation of the entire battlefield. Although he was deprived of the right to command, he was still given a place on the battlefield by virtue of his status and power as a wizard lord.

It must be said that the battlefield chosen by the Bloodfang Lord is very good - although the choice to fight here is the result of the planning of Ashrufat and Marven, but they only chose a rough location on the map, and the real subtle location is chosen by the Bloodfang Lord himself - in front of him is a plain full of flat rivers, but behind him is a hill.

On the map, this hill is just a small dot on the vast plain northeast of Gruny, but when you do come here, you will find that this hill is actually enough mountain for the average person to cross in half a day to a day - although it is called a hill, it is not too low, and in some places it can even be called precipitous.

The Bloodfang Lords are lined up in the mountains, which is advantageous for the Chaos Legions, which are slightly inferior in strength, as it will at least make it difficult to flank the enemy. But then again, a numerical disadvantage is not the same as a disadvantage in combat power. Everyone has to admit that savages born and raised in the wilderness - or chaos believers - have a greater advantage in physical elements. The heavy hammers and tomahawks in their hands would be difficult for the weaker southerners to wield, but the Chaos warriors wielded them with as much ease as the southerners wielded their swords. In addition, they are also better at taking damage than Southerners, and many examples show that the same injuries can be fatal to Southerners, but they can still continue to wield weapons on the battlefield to Barbarians. Therefore, all the Chaos warriors, including the Bloodfang Lord, believe that the combat power of the two sides is roughly equal.

Because of this, the Bloodfang Lord decided to take the initiative as early as yesterday's military meeting. Like most of the abusive lords, he didn't plan to play any tricks like "preemptive strike" and "protracted attrition", and when the two armies approached, the Chaos Legion would immediately attack, with the left flank as the lead and launch a fierce attack.

Marven turned his gaze to the Chaos Legion arrayed in array. As a magician, he was able to receive special care. Wizards are invaluable combat powers, and even on the battlefield, they usually get a safe place. Unless it's a fiasco of total annihilation, the Tzeentch Wizard with the Disk always has a much better chance of survival than others. Not to mention that Marven is not worried about his own safety in this battle at all. As long as he doesn't get involved in the scuffle, he's safe.

With the help of the magic disk, he was able to levitate to a high altitude and have a full view of the entire chaotic army. In fact, he could float higher - but that might anger the Bloodfang Lord. Although Marven never admitted it, he actually knew in his heart that he was still a little afraid of that sadistic madman. Eloquence, intrigue and intrigue are not necessarily good for sadistic madmen - people's brains are not on the same circuit as yours at all.

On the left flank of the Chaos Legion, Marven saw countless Chaos Warriors wearing Chaos armor. Most of these armors are not elaborate and even appear somewhat crude. But when it comes to the battlefield, people will find that these armors are far more sophisticated and durable than they seem. The armor of a handful of Chaos Champions comes with simple but useful magic, and as for Chaos Lords, it goes without saying. All of this armor was a gift from the gods - far better than the armor worn by the southerners from the hands of humans. In a little while, the swords of the southerners will prove the value of these armors.

What a pity. A contemptuous smile hung on Marven's lips. He knew that most of these Chaos Warriors were sadistic believers, and they were also the core force that the Bloodfang Lord relied on. It was because of these subordinates that the Bloodfang Lord almost killed Marven. However, I believe that the opposite Ashrufat has prepared a feast for these sadistic madmen, and soon, Marven will no longer have to worry about the sadistic madmen.

Horns, fights, and muskets were heard ahead. Some figures loomed in the mist, intertwining with each other. Unspeakable passion began to spread among the Chaos Warriors, and everyone couldn't help but clench their weapons.

This was a prelude to the formal battle - as in all brutal wars of the age, the lightly armed troops fought before the main forces of the two armies came into contact. Light units are of little use in frontal combat, and their task is to disrupt the enemy as much as possible, disrupt the enemy's formation, and reconnoiter the enemy's presence before the main forces engage. This in turn led to a fierce clash known as the "Prologue" before the main forces engaged.

It must be said that although the prelude is not decisive, its fierceness and cruelty are definitely not lost to the main showdown. The situation in front of us confirms this. A group of cavalry emerged from the fog and headed for the Chaos Legion, only to stop abruptly when they spotted the Chaos Banner. At this moment, another group of cavalry suddenly came out of the slash, and the two troops were immediately strangled together, and one after another fresh lives fell into the dust with screams, and then were repeatedly trampled by countless horses' hooves.

The Chaos Warriors were unmoved, even the Marauders with the least combat experience (or the least Favor from the Evil Gods) and the Chaos armor were indifferent. On the contrary, death and gore stimulated their bloodthirsty impulses, and their faces began to look agitated, eager to fight.

More cavalry emerged from the fog. Now, it is possible to see the tactics of both sides. The allied light cavalry struggled to keep a distance, using their pistols to attack the enemy. The Marauder cavalry, on the other hand, took advantage of their superior horsemanship and managed to cling to the light cavalry in hand-to-hand combat. It was not clear who had the upper hand, only the bones on the ground and the unridden horses were scurrying around.

Of course, the sight of ordinary soldiers is far less good than that of Marven in high places. In fact, even with the fog blocking the view, Marven could see that the two sides were evenly matched. The musket is really not covered, although the Marauder cavalry has better horsemanship and more superb horse fighting skills, but it can never overwhelm the enemy. The accuracy of the pistol is poor, but the accuracy of shooting at a distance of three to five meters is still impressive. Many powerful Chaos Marauders were shot like this, fell off their horses for no apparent reason, and became part of the corpses everywhere.

The table was better than I expected. Marven looked at this scene, but suddenly thought of another question. He looked to the right. There, is the weakest part of the Chaos Legion's battle array. A large part of the area was Tzeentch's warriors - of course, Marvin was now unable to command them because he had been deprived of command. Their task is not to defeat the enemy in front of them, but to hold them back - of course, even this, Marven doesn't want to do. He had already contacted a small number of his subordinates, and when the battle was fierce and the Bloodfang Lord could not take care of it, Marven would lead them out of the battlefield.

But if the opposing light cavalry is strong enough...... Then the retreating Marven would inevitably be in trouble, for it was impossible for Aeshurufat to openly order forbidden his men to pursue the fleeing enemy. If this happens, then it is likely that Marven's men will also be pursued. Ashrufat might have been concerned about the curse of Nurgle on him and spared Marven, but his men didn't understand that.

Never mind...... After a little groaning, Marven gave up on this effort. Although this risk exists, it is also very low. If he retreats fast enough and early enough, it will be difficult for the pursuing force to catch up.

His gaze rested on the Chaos Champion who commanded the right flank—the guy rode a tall pony and stood at the front of the right flank. This Chaos Champion does not belong to any one evil god, in other words, he worships the four evil gods as a whole. In fact, such people occupy the majority of the chaos. However, Marven looked down on this type of Chaos believer, because only those who were truly intelligent understood that completely surrendering to the arms of an evil god was the shortest way to a higher position. This is the commander of the Bloodfang Lord's command - it can be seen that the Bloodfang Lord's left flank has no hope at all, so he randomly appoints someone to command.

But he would rather appoint someone casually than hand over the command to Marven. At the thought of this, Tzeentch found himself burning with rage in his heart. It's a flame mixed with jealousy, anger, and hatred. However, the source of this flame is not so much the resentment of being deprived of command, but the anger of the Bloodfang Lord who unravel his own tricks.

That's right, the Bloodfang Lord, who was supposed to be just a puppet, just a pawn that he used to move around, actually posed a real threat to him. He relied not on careful thinking, but on instinctive intuition, to dismantle the traps and fog laid by Marvin.

However, it's a pity that the Blood Fang Lord didn't kill Marven after all. Since he didn't do it, now things are the other way around.

"Your Excellency. The voice of his subordinate pulled Marven back to reality from his frantic thoughts. The prelude battle was over, and the light cavalry on both sides, leaving corpses all over the ground, began to withdraw from the battlefield. This is because the main forces of the two armies have come close to a very close point, and there is no longer a need for the covering cooperation of lightly armed troops.

An unusually abrupt horn sounded. It was a warning sign, and then, the equally heavily armed coalition warriors emerged from the mist and slowly approached the Chaos Legion's line.