Blasphemy: 2 Throat sealing

Four dark blue harriers soared into the sky, circled over Wright Fortress, and then flew to the northeast under the cover of night.

These blue harriers fly extremely fast and fiercely, making them difficult to intercept and are very suitable for conveying important military information. It’s just that it’s very difficult to domesticate blue harriers, and there are only a few dozen in Latvia and the Kingdom of Livi combined. This time, because of the very important information to be conveyed, four heads were sent out at once.

This group of Green Harriers will notify the coalition forces on the front line that Rogge's army will arrive at the Campas Plains in the early morning three days later. Rogge also asked the coalition forces to ensure the safety of the passage as much as possible, because Rogge also wanted to **** the next batch of military rations and military supplies from the coalition forces.

Rogg stood on the roof of the main building of the fortress, watching the four blue harriers disappear at the other end of the horizon, and then nodded slightly with satisfaction. He looked down at the dotted, busy Wright Fortress with a slightly cruel sneer on his lips.

Rogg ordered an elf guardian warrior behind him: "Go and inform our troops that all soldiers must stay in the camp tonight. No matter what happens, they are not allowed to go out. Anyone who intrudes into the camp will be killed."

After a while, Rogge ordered another guardian warrior: "Inform the elf archers and magicians to be on standby, and let the killers from the Dark Side of the Moon monitor the movements of all the fortress garrison, and notify me immediately if there is any change."

Rogg said to the third guardian warrior: "Go and arrest General Horn now. If he resists or escapes, just kill him. Don't alert other people. If someone sees you, You know what to do."

The three guardian warriors received the order and jumped down from the roof. Their graceful figures quickly disappeared into the darkness.

At this time, the noisy voices and music gradually floated to the top of the building.

"It seems that all the guests are here. Let's go, Charlie, it's time for us to go down."

The large conference room in the main building of the fortress was temporarily turned into a banquet hall, which could accommodate hundreds of people dining at the same time. Rogge said that before going to the front line, he wanted to get close to the officers of Latvia and the two countries, so he held such a social banquet.

Although partying before a war is somewhat taboo, the great nobles all like to have fun, so Rogge’s behavior is not too outrageous. All officers of intermediate rank and above at Fort Wright were invited. At this moment, in addition to the garrison troops, there are nearly two thousand logistics troops in Wright Fortress. The commanders of these third-rate troops also received invitations.

Except for those who had to take turns, almost all the invited officers attended. What attracts them is not Rogge's power, wealth or the strength of the magician, but his mysterious and beautiful elf guards. The most valuable thing about the elven guardian warriors is their powerful martial arts and their loyalty and blind obedience to Rogge. Appearance is actually not important. But over time, those who had seen the appearance of the guardian warrior, the most profound impression left in their hearts was that face as delicate as fine porcelain.

The banquet has begun.

Roger walked into the banquet hall with a smile on his face.

Amidst the clanging sound, those who followed Rogge into the banquet hall were indeed those mysterious and beautiful elves! The noisy banquet hall suddenly became quiet, and almost all of these middle and lower-level officers who had been fighting for many years stared intently. Stare at the elf. With so many beautiful elves appearing at the same time, the visual shock effect was too much for these vigorous men.

However, the number of elves is actually a little too much, more than a hundred, and new elves are still pouring into the banquet hall. Someone finally realized something was wrong and cried out: "No! Why are these elves fully armed?"

The officers immediately fell silent.

Because they found that the eyes of these elven warriors were so familiar, and the cold murderous aura fully demonstrated how dangerous these elves were under the cover of their beautiful appearance.

The officers all realized the seriousness of the matter. They came to attend a banquet, and they did not wear any decent armor. Only a dozen of the most senior officers were qualified to wear self-defense weapons. As for these weapons, their decorative significance is greater than their actual combat value.

Although the number of officers in the hall is close to two hundred, and each officer is an excellent warrior, compared with these Dark Side of the Moon who are almost armed to the teeth by Rogge, they are simply like a group of evil wolves. The serving lamb.

Dozens of heavily armed Spartan knights followed them into the hall. In front of the knights wearing heavy armor, holding steel shields and swords, if these officers resisted, the only outcome would be to be killed. massacre.

Roger smiled and said: "My lords, don't panic. I am a very tolerant person. At least your lives will not be threatened. Of course, the premise is that you can cooperate with me. Now, I announce the full takeover of Wright Fortress !I’m afraid I’m going to have to aggrieve you all for the time being.”

With a few choking sounds, the fortress guard officer and several of his deputies drew out their long swords. The guard officer stood out from the crowd and shouted angrily: "Lord Rogge, at this time, what you do will not only bring destruction to the Latvian and Livi coalition forces, but also destroy your Principality of Are. In fact, You are ruining the entire Holy Alliance! If you insist on taking over Leyte Fortress, then as a soldier and knight, I will resist to the end!"

Roger smiled and said: "Whether my doing this will ruin the Holy Alliance or destroy the Principality of Are is not your concern. I am a tolerant person and will never stop you from becoming a kingdom. of a hero."

A piece of aqua-blue brilliance spilled out from behind Rogge, gently passing by the officers standing upright with swords.

In the deathly silence, blue light began to shine from the bodies of several officers, quickly turning into several lifelike crystal sculptures, and then exploded into a day of stardust.

"Who else?"

Roger's cold eyes swept across the whole place, and he was satisfied to see that all the officers subconsciously avoided his gaze.

After controlling all the mid-level and upper-level officers, the work of taking over the fortress went very smoothly. Even if there were occasional sporadic resistance by soldiers, they were quickly suppressed.

When the early morning sun shone on the Wright Fortress, the fortress already had an owner.

The loud bugle sounded in the fortress, and the new recruits from the Principality of Are who were ordered to stay in the camp overnight poured out of the camp, rushed to the designated area amidst the officers' orders, and began to frantically reinforce the entire fortress. .

The ditches on both sides of the fort were sunk and widened, and sharpened wooden stakes were placed inside. Stacks of giant slaves were moved out of the warehouse and placed on the top of the fortress. Brand-new armors and swords were also moved out of the warehouse and equipped in an organized manner for these shabby new recruits from the Principality of Arei.

Because Wright Fortress is the most important transit point connecting the coalition's rear and front lines, there are mountains of military supplies inside the fortress. These things were all taken by Rogge as a matter of course. These Arei recruits currently stationed in Leyte Fortress are as well equipped as the most elite troops of the Holy Alliance.

At this moment, in the office of the former guard officer in the main building of the fortress, Rogge was leaning over his desk, looking at the map attentively.

Fengdie, dressed in light fur, was sitting by the window, bathing in the early morning sunshine, looking out the window, wondering what he was thinking. Her current clothes are no longer the heroic image she once had, and she seems to be trying her best to show off her beauty. Even this room decorated with swords, axes and beast skulls was filled with a faint halo due to her presence.

Androni sat casually, as she always did, with her long legs raised high on Roger's desk. She stared at the ceiling blankly, and Rogge knew that Androni must have been immersed in the world of swordsmanship and fighting spirit at this moment.

At this time, the door of the room opened wide, and General Horn walked into the room escorted by two elf warriors.

"Mr. Horn, how have you considered my proposal that day?" Rogge asked.

Horn remained silent.

Rogge continued: "You haven't thought about it yet, okay? It doesn't matter. I have something to ask you for help at the moment. There are two blue harriers in the fortress, and I would like to ask you to help me prepare a battle report. He said that the coalition forces and I had defeated the Asroviks on the Campas Plains, and we are continuing to pursue them. This battle report will be sent to the King of Latvia in four days."

Horn finally spoke: "Lord Rogge, you can send this battle report yourself, why do you have to do it for me?"

"This has two benefits. One is to increase the credibility of this battle report, and the other is to help you make a decision."

Horn looked at Rogge and said, "Aren't you afraid that I will tamper with the battle report and inform the coalition forces of your plot?"

Roger laughed and said: "You are a smart man. You should know that since I have occupied Leyte Fortress, the 60,000 coalition troops on the Campas Plain are finished. The time that Levi and the Kingdom of Latvia can still exist, You can count them all. If you had done something, I would have known about it right away. At that time, not only would you have destroyed your own life, but you would have also ruined your family."

Horn was silent for a moment, and then said: "You are simply crazy. You can't hide it for long. And although the coalition army is a little smaller than the Asrophic people, its combat effectiveness is higher than that of Duke Doliac's army . It is absolutely impossible for the Asroviks to eat up the coalition forces within a week."

Roger smiled and said: "How can someone like you become blind? You see, because of the smooth flow of supplies, the coalition forces are currently only carrying five days of military rations. And they expect that I will arrive with military supplies in two days. , so it is impossible to restrict rations. After the coalition forces figure out the situation, they will not be able to retreat calmly in front of the Asrofiks, and then attack the fortress with great arrogance, right? So, the only thing they can count on now is Domestic reinforcements can capture the fortress and re-open the supply line. But what can the coalition do to defeat me? Your 20,000 reserve troops?"

"The Kingdom of Leyton will not sit back and let you do whatever you want. The 50,000 troops led by King Romon can capture the Leyte Fortress."

"Leighton Kingdom?" Rogge smiled and said: "I don't want to defend Wright Fortress for eight days! I only need eight days for it. Judging from the current situation, I will wait until I am ready to attack the fortress. When the troops came to the city, the coalition forces on the Campas Plain were already finished. I didn't expect it to be so smooth, but the location of Wright Fortress is really great, haha!"

Rogg laughed a few times before continuing: "General Horn, the Holy Alliance is finished. Aren't you going to seize this last chance?"

Horn lowered his head, and after a moment, he slowly said: "Okay...I'll write."

It wasn't until Horn walked out of the room that Rogge put away the confident smile on his face.

He stared at the map and said to himself: "Leyton Kingdom...Leyton Kingdom..."

Roger suddenly raised his head and shouted: "Come here, go and invite Mr. Charlie!"

As soon as Charlie entered the room, Roger said: "Charlie, let those rookies risk their lives on me! We probably only have three or four days to strengthen the fortress. Go tell them if they want to If you survive the battle, you will have to sweat more these days! Ignore the side facing the Campas Grassland for now and focus on strengthening the defense facilities on the side facing the Holy Alliance."

Charlie was stunned and asked: "Is it the Kingdom of Leighton that we need to guard against?"

Roger frowned and nodded.

Charlie hesitated for a moment and asked: "But, with Miss Eclair here, will the Leighton Kingdom still come to attack us?"

"It's hard to say! Although Romon is old, he was a very powerful person when he was young. We'd better not expect to be able to tie his hands and feet with an elf woman, but we'd better be prepared It would be better to be prepared. Also, inform Frey and Adele and ask them to shrink their respective forces to Rector and Dresden. If someone comes to attack, give them all the surrounding cities. . As long as we hold out until the coalition forces on the Campas grassland are finished, we will win!"

Time was urgent, and Charlie hurriedly set up defense facilities.

At this time, an inconspicuous crystal on Rogge's desk lit up. In a halo, the image of an old magician wearing a white robe gradually took shape on the crystal.

"Lord Rogge!" the old magician said, "Are you ready over there?"

Roger said calmly: "Everything is ready, Master Rockefeller, I can guarantee you eight days."

"Eight days?" The old magician laughed lowly: "Haha, that's already too much. In the name of the goddess of ice and snow, may we always be loyal allies."

Rogg also laughed and said: "In the name of the King of the Death World, may we always be loyal allies."

"Rockefeller?" Androni asked: "Is it the great mage Rockefeller who is famous for his blizzard magic?"

Rogg nodded and said: "That's him. He is currently serving as the high priest of the Ice and Snow Goddess in the Silver Holy Religion."

"Hmph, when did you hook up with the Silver Holy Cult again? Wait! Magic communication crystals have distance limits, so the old guy is not already in the Holy Alliance, right?"

Rogg smiled and said: "Actually, he has been in the Holy Alliance for a long time. In a few days, he will give the coalition a surprise."

Androni snorted and said: "You are so ruthless! No wonder my father and brothers value you so much. But you did such a great job this time, selling the entire Holy Alliance to Asro Fike people, aren't you afraid that they will come back and eat you again?"

Rogge smiled faintly and said proudly: "I am not easy to eat. There have always been many people who want to eat me, but they didn't succeed back then, and of course they won't now. Don't worry, I will naturally have it. A way to deal with the Asrofics."

Androni yawned and said: "You men, you know about intrigues every day. If you don't want to say it, I don't want to pay attention to your plots! I'm going to practice fighting spirit. If you have nothing to do, don't bother me. Me."

"Wait!" Rogge stopped her, "I know you are eager to practice, but there may be a big war in a few days. Don't practice too much. You have to save some strength."

"I have my own sense of responsibility in this matter!" Androni mentioned the blue starry sky, passed by Fengdie silently, and kissed her heavily on the pointed ear.

A blush swept over Fengdie's cheeks.

Feng Die also stood up and said: "Roger, if nothing happens, I will go back and rest."

"Well. Life in the military camp is very hard, go and rest. In fact, you shouldn't have come here with me this time."

Feng Die smiled lightly and said: "I'm not afraid of hard work. I want to follow you."

Looking at Feng Die’s beautiful face like a layer of smoke, Rogge sighed and reached out to gently stroke Feng Die’s ears. Fengdie closed her eyes slightly and quietly enjoyed his touch.

"Fengdie, you didn't fall in love with me, stop lying to yourself. What you want to do is completely different from what you want to do."

Roger's voice was not loud, but Feng Die's face instantly turned pale as if he was struck by lightning.

"Fengdie, if Rumsfeld and I are in danger at the same time, and you can only save one. When you ask yourself whether you would choose to save me, try the second way."

Fengdie raised her head, looked directly at Rogge with her clear eyes, and said: "I am very simple, but I am not stupid. If you want to lie to me, please put more thought into it. In our agreement, It does not say that my love for you must exceed Rumsfeld. As long as I fall in love with you, it is enough. But I accept your advice, and I will use the cruelest way to torture my heart, whether it is I really fell in love with you."

There seemed to be an invisible pressure in Fengdie's eyes, which actually made Rogge subconsciously want to avoid it.

Fengdie smiled slightly and said: "Lord Rogge, if you underestimate me, you might regret it." After that, she kissed Rogge's face gently like a dragonfly touching water, and then turned around and left. Room.

At this time, Rogge had no intention of playing this kind of game with Feng Die. He just nodded and meditated on the Holy Alliance map again.

"Leyton Kingdom... Maybe I have always underestimated King Romon. Thinking about it carefully, Leyton is really difficult to handle! If they are destroyed like the coalition forces, then I will also be in danger. We have to think of something, maybe it’s not too late now.”

Roger took out a crystal plate, thought for a moment, and started writing on it with a special pen.

In spring in the Northland, the afternoon is the warmest and most pleasant time of the day.

In the Leighton Palace, on the terrace of the main building, which is famous for its luxury and exquisiteness throughout the Holy Alliance, a pretty figure with great grace is leaning on it.

Iclaire gently stroked the magic mirror, and her pure and beautiful appearance was reflected in the magic mirror. However, there was always an indelible sadness in the corners of her brows and eyes.

Rogg has briefly asked the alliance to tell Iclaire about the current situation through the magic mirror, and informed her of his next plan.

"Try every possible means to prevent Romon from starting a war with us, and delay as much time as possible." This is Rogge's request.

In fact, Ikelel is very clear about the situation of the Holy Alliance.

She is a very smart elf. Although she hates politics and killing, she is always trying to learn political and military knowledge in order to play her role well. In order to show off in front of her, King Romon's two sons would always analyze the current situation to her and how they planned to develop a strong territory. After listening to these things a lot, Ikelel could not help but compare them with what she had learned, and soon had a clear grasp of the entire situation of the Holy Alliance.

She gently touched the magic mirror.

This mirror is extremely finely crafted and perfectly decorated with gemstones of different colors. But because of its magical communication function, the real value of this magic mirror is much higher than ordinary jewelry. Iclaire even doubted that if she were put on the slave market, the price she would sell for would not be as valuable as this magic mirror.

Of course, in King Romon's heart, Iclaire is priceless.

But compared with the entire Leighton Kingdom, which one is more important?

"Lord God Envoy, you... really value me so much! God knows where Romon puts me in his heart. However, this is the happiness of the people! What should I do? What can I do to make Romon put down the sword pointed at the tribe?"

Ikelel looked at the direction of the Oracle City in the distance, and for a moment, she felt a little crazy.

Three days passed in peace.

These are three days of tranquility with countless undercurrents.

In the early morning three days later, the sky above the Campas Plain was filled with low-hanging lead clouds instead of being bright as in the past few days.

The wind suddenly picked up, bringing with it a biting chill.

There was a sense of solemnity in Asrofik's camp. The soldiers had already been neatly dressed, had eaten breakfast, and were waiting for orders in the camp.

There were only three people sitting in the large Chinese army tent in Ruoda.

The person sitting on the left is the Blizzard Magister Rockefeller who once communicated with Rogge. Duke Doriac, who should have been sitting in the center, can only sit on the right at this moment. Duke Doriac is over fifty. Although he is very neatly dressed, his dim eyes and protruding belly show that he has lived a too comfortable life in recent years.

Sitting in the center is a middle-aged man who looks very kind. If it weren't for the magic silver armor decorated with elegant blue patterns, he would look more like a businessman than a general. But Duke Doriac's attitude towards him was so respectful that it was almost disgusting.

Duke Doillac pointed at the map and said: "Lord Pompey, the reinforcements that the coalition expected to arrive today will never come. They will discover this fact in the afternoon. Now they have four days at most in the army. We have brought food for fifteen days, and the 60,000 coalition troops are completely ruined. Of course, even if they have enough food, they will not be able to compete with Pompeo and Rockefeller."

Pompeo smiled and said: "We have the advantage in terms of strength, and there is also the Storm Mage Group led by Master Rockefeller. It is not difficult to defeat these coalition forces. The difficult thing is how to prevent any of these 60,000 people from running away. Only in this way can we implement our plan smoothly and avoid our clever little ally from falling into dire straits. Although the Holy Alliance is not big, the people here are strong and the empire has not been able to add this land to its territory for hundreds of years. Fortunately, Although the Holy Alliance has become increasingly prosperous and wealthy over the years, the spirit of fighting to the death is much worse than before. The goddess of ice and snow chose this time to give us a little ally. She is really favoring us! Lord Doliac, now We are on the same front. The historic achievement of merging the Holy Alliance into the empire is just around the corner. Don’t hide your secrets!"

Doriac immediately said: "How is this possible! As long as I can follow Lord Pompey, my private army will be absolutely worth it no matter what the losses are. Please rest assured that I have mobilized everyone I can find. For one soldier, 50,000 people will arrive here in ten days and follow your command. The other 50,000 newly recruited soldiers will launch an all-out attack on Leighton within three days. It doesn't matter even if they are all dead, anyway. As long as there are swords and armor, soldiers can always be recruited."

Pompeo smiled and said: "Very good! Lord Doliac, everything you have paid will be rewarded. The attack on Leyton is very important, it can allow our small allies to support until the end of the war, and he The existence of us will allow us to smoothly integrate the Holy Alliance into the empire."

"Don't worry about this! I will definitely hold back the 20,000 Leiton people who want to attack us."

Pompeo smiled and nodded, and then asked Rockefeller: "Master Rockefeller, are your magic preparations going smoothly?"

Rockefeller closed his eyes, and then said slowly: "The past three days have gone smoothly. According to the current speed of magic accumulation, the magic circle will have enough magic power by about four o'clock in the afternoon."

"Very good! By then the coalition forces should have received the definite news that reinforcements will never appear again. This is when the army is panicking. We will attack at dusk and drive them into the Pancaro Valley! Instruct the soldiers to change Pretend, I have wronged them during this period, there is no need to act anymore."

The lead clouds in the sky hung even more fiercely.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the coalition camp was as oppressive as the clouds in the sky.

All the senior generals gathered in the camp of the coalition commander Charles, their faces gloomy.

It was already three o'clock in the afternoon, but the reinforcements and military supplies scheduled to arrive in the early morning were still missing. Charles has sent out more than a dozen teams of reconnaissance cavalry. Now all the generals can do is wait for the result in the camp.

"Damn it, this **** weather is really uncomfortable. It's this season, is it going to snow again?" A general with a sinister face cursed in a low voice.

Somehow, his words made the atmosphere in the camp even more depressing.

Charles sat expressionless, but his fingers were tapping the hilt of the sword subconsciously, faster and faster.

Suddenly, the rapid sound of horse hooves sounded outside the camp. A knight ran directly outside the tent and stopped amidst the long neighing sound of the horse!

Following this, one of the first scout cavalry sent by Charles rushed into the camp and said urgently: "Sir Charles, I climbed the highest hill in the south, but there were no reinforcements at all as far as I could see. Trace!"

"What!" Charles yelled and stood up involuntarily!

A general asked: "Then did you see any signs of fighting? Have you found any Asrofiks?!"

"Nothing, my lord!"

Charles sat down slowly, closed his eyes, and said solemnly: "It is impossible for the Asroviks to sneak around and attack the reinforcements from under our noses. If the reinforcements cannot be seen from the top of the southern hills, , that means there will be no more reinforcements."

The general still held on to some hope and said, "Could it be that Mr. Rogge was delayed? But..." He thought for a while, and his voice slowly lowered: "But the Wright Fortress is only a few kilometers away from here. One hundred and twenty kilometers, more than two days! It’s time to arrive..."

Charles opened his eyes and said slowly: "Everyone, although I don't want to admit it, there will be no reinforcements coming. We...I'm afraid we have been betrayed by Rogge."

There was dead silence in the camp.

Charles cheered up and said: "Everyone, we are not desperate yet! We only have three days of food, so the time at hand is very critical. We must immediately inform the Holy Alliance of Rogge's betrayal. Only the alliance can send troops. Only by capturing Wright Fortress can we be saved. Wright Fortress has been abandoned for a long time. Although Rogge's soldiers are large in number, most of them are useless rookies. And the army of Leighton Kingdom is only one day away from Wright Fortress. They We are fully capable of capturing the fortress in one day, and arriving before we run out of food, and work with us to repel the Asrofiks."

A general suddenly said: "Lord Charles, please don't forget that King Romon was so obsessed with that elf Iclaire, and we all know the relationship between that elf and Rogge. Will Romon really attack Leyte Fortress?"

Charles shouted sternly: "Although Romon is a little confused with his old age, he is still a hero and a true soldier! It is a matter of life and death for the Holy Alliance. I believe he will make the right choice!"

The general was silent.

Charles continued: "The Asroviks will definitely attack in a big way in the next few days. Our military strength is at a disadvantage. If the Asroviks don't attack today, then we will withdraw into the Pancaro Valley overnight and defend. !The cavalry is of little use there. If all the horses are killed, we can still support it for a few more days!"

"But... once we withdraw, there will be no one to protect the cities and countless villages behind us. The Asrofiks massacred the city before."

Charles was silent for a moment and then said: "All we can do... is to avenge them."

He slammed the table and said: "Go get that special blue harrier! Huh, Rogge, you probably didn't expect that we also have a green harrier that can fly directly to the king of Latvia, right? There is also , tie the same distress letter to the four blue harriers that will return to Wright Fortress, and release them at the same time!"

Charles looked around the generals and said: "Everyone, we are not desperate yet! After intercepting our Blue Harrier asking for help, Rogge might have thought that his conspiracy was not exposed! If it can be unexpected, Layton The army will capture Wright Fortress within half a day! We must prepare now and retreat as soon as it gets dark!"

At this moment, the sound of horns was faintly heard in the distance, and all the generals in the camp felt the earth shaking slightly.

A soldier rushed into the camp and said urgently: "Lord Charles! The enemy is attacking!"

Charles' face was gloomy. He waved his hand and led the generals to rush towards the observation tower.

The sky and the earth are already completely white, large flakes of snow are falling, and the wind is howling and getting stronger. The biting cold wind carried snow flakes and ice chips, and rushed towards the generals standing high on the lookout, beating them so hard that they could hardly open their eyes.

The earth is still shaking.

In the snowy sky, the Asrofic soldiers came out one by one. In the blink of an eye, an extremely majestic lineup appeared in front of Charles.

In the center of the formation, a knight rushed to the front holding a battle flag representing the Duke of Doriac, decorated with olive branches and shields. But he immediately turned to the right and gave up the center position.

Immediately afterwards, a battle flag with a silver background and a blue triangle in the center was raised high in the Asrofic camp. Riders urged their horses to the front of the formation. Suddenly, there was a roar in the Asrofic army. Shout!

Charles' face was extremely ugly, and he almost groaned: "How could it be...even the Storm Mage Group was dispatched! No wonder there was such a heavy snowstorm today."

Another general whispered: "Did Rockefeller come too? And we actually have civil strife at this time. It's really terrible!"

Asrofic's central army suddenly separated to the left and right like a tide, and a knight galloped out like thunder and wind. Flying high above his head was a large flag decorated with crossed golden tridents!

The cheers of the Asrofic soldiers suddenly broke out!

Behind this fluttering battle flag, countless warriors in blue heavy armor poured out like a frenzy!

There were exclamations from the observation deck!

"Poseidon Legion!"

"Oh my god! It's Pompey's Poseidon Legion!"

Charles' deputy was also surprised: "Hasn't the Poseidon Legion been stationed at the Gate of the Abyss? How could they be here?!"

On that day, the Asrophic army penetrated into the abyss world, and the only legion that could survive was Pompey's Poseidon legion.

Charles suddenly shouted to his deputy: "Dulin! Go and mobilize my five thousand personal guards. I will lead them personally to break up the rear! You immediately lead the rest of the troops to withdraw to the Pancaro Valley! No matter what, support until Lei The army of Dun is coming!"

At this moment, several muffled thunder suddenly exploded in the sky, and the wind almost doubled in strength, almost blowing down the generals on the observation platform!

Charles shouted: "This is blizzard magic! Rockefeller must be on the other side! Let's go quickly, Dulin, from now on! You are the supreme commander of the coalition forces!"

Dulin shouted: "Lord Charles! No..."

Charles slapped Dulin **** the shoulder and shouted: "You are still young, but I am already over fifty! Retreat! Hold on until the arrival of Leighton's army! This is my last order!"

The endless snowstorm begins to hit the coalition camp!

Amidst the flying snow, the water in the deep ditch outside the coalition camp gradually turned into ice. The biting cold wind numbed the soldiers' bare hands. In the fierce wind they faced, the arrows they shot became weak. Only the iron arrows shot by dozens of giant crossbows still had lethality.

Teams of warriors wearing blue armor and holding giant shields and heavy axes began to advance!

A blue torrent rolled towards the fragile coalition camp in the wind and snow!

Amidst the roar, the wooden camp walls began to collapse piece by piece under the impact of the giant trees. The soldiers of the Poseidon Legion roared and rushed into the camp. On the high ground not far away, the battle flag still fluttering in the wind and snow irritated their eyes. That is the battle flag representing the supreme commander of the coalition forces!

Invariably, several blue torrents pointed towards the isolated island in the sea...

An hour later, a kind-hearted Pompey was already standing where Charles fell.

On this small highland, there were thousands of corpses piled up at the moment! Many corpses were still fighting each other, and several soldiers from both sides were even entangled and died.

Although Charles had been dead for a long time, his body still leaned on the sword and glared ahead. There are countless wounds on his body~IndoMTL.com~The spilled blood has turned into ice, covering him with a dark red armor. Around him, there were more than ten corpses of Poseidon warriors.

Pompeo sighed softly, touched Charles's eyes with his hands, and whispered: "With only five thousand warriors, you were able to bury two thousand of my most elite warriors under the snowstorm. You are really What a respectable knight!"

A general covered in blood walked in and said: "Lord Pompey, my subordinates are incompetent, and the main force of the coalition has already taken advantage of the chaos to escape. Looking at the direction, they should be retreating to the Pancarro Valley."

Pompeo said indifferently: "It doesn't matter, let's chase now, then block the entrance of the valley, and let them starve to death in the Pancaro Valley. Next, it depends on whether our little allies can block the thunder. Dun’s army is gone.”

He turned to Rockefeller with a smile and said, "Let's see if he can give us another surprise."

At this moment, Ikelel, dressed in a full dress, was on the terrace, staring at the lead-colored sky in the distance.

The magic mirror quietly fell from her crystal-clear jade hand and shattered into pieces.

As the maid screamed, her light body fell from the sky like a flying leaf...