Monarch of Evernight: Forty-seven retreats without a fight

bsp;The fireworks actually started dozens of kilometers away, but when they saw the rising purple gas, Romil and Pratt knew that the end was over. For a large army, this distance still requires half a day's march, but for the strong, it can be reached in the blink of an eye.

Romil never expected that the center army would arrive so quickly. He couldn't help but curse: "That trash Doyle!"

Yongye has adjusted his commander's arrangements once for the imperial offensive. The force that intercepts the Empire's middle route army seems to be the weakest. In fact, this is because the middle route itself is under the greatest pressure. They are equivalent to splitting a road from the center of the Yongye Army. Once the east and west routes do not progress smoothly, the middle route army will face A bad situation with attacks from three sides.

In Yongye's current arrangement, intercepting Hai Mi is the most powerful, followed by the west road and the middle road is the weakest. Almost all the movable heavy artillery was transferred to Baicheng, hoping that the force of thunder could destroy the sharp knife that the empire had inserted into Yong Ye's heart.

But no one expected that they would suffer such battle losses in Baicheng before they could win. However, when the imperial army came to join forces, the strongest East Route Army, Hai Mi, had not arrived yet, but the Central Route Army arrived first.

Romil didn't care to curse Doyle's incompetence anymore, he stared at Carol and quickly calculated the strength comparison between the two sides. In his opinion, there might be a chance to completely resolve the battle in Baicheng before the strong men from the Central Army arrived.

However, what people did not expect was that Pratt suddenly soared into the sky and left a distant sentence: "Admit defeat, Romel."

"You!!" Romil was almost mad at this moment. The last chance was squandered by Pratt's escape without a fight.

Platt not only ran away by himself, but also sent out a signal, and several powerful spider demons also flew up and followed him. Even though it was difficult for him to fly, Platt did not give up. Spider threads wrapped around the waists of his strong men and flew away with them.

The strong men of the spider demon clan withdrew, and the soldiers naturally lost morale. The surviving spider demon warriors retreated outside the city, while other warriors and strong men from all races knew that the situation was over, and even the war team did not stop them.

Romil gritted his teeth, but had to give the order to retreat. He turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly lightning flashed in front of his eyes, and Carol's thunder whip had hit his head!

Romil snorted coldly, pulled out his sword, and clicked on the thunder whip.

When Carol saw this, she used all her strength and whipped up the thunder and lightning. But as soon as she came into contact with it, she realized that the power on Romil's sword was extremely weak, and it flew out of her hand after being whipped. But she used too much force, and there was a gap in her attack. Romil immediately came out of the void, his figure kept flashing, and flew out of the void in the blink of an eye.

The Vampires have always been known for their speed, Romil ran away with all his strength, and Carol knew she couldn't catch up, so she stopped trying her best. It seemed that the injury caused by Qianye's shot to Romil was definitely serious, otherwise he would not have abandoned his sword to escape.

The remaining dark race troops fled from the White City like an ebbing tide and dispersed in all directions. At this moment, the mercenaries in the city were unable to pursue them, and the surviving warriors had even lost the energy to cheer.

A few elderly mercenaries stood blankly on the ruins, looking at the imperial reinforcements rolling in from the distance, their expressions dull, without any surprise. A mercenary turned his head. At the intersection not far away, there were corpses lying on the ground. There were dark races and dark fire mercenaries. Everyone he knew was lying there at the moment.

No matter where you look, in Baicheng at this moment, there are far fewer people standing than lying down.

Qianye pushed a stone slab above his head and stood up with difficulty. His left leg went weak and he almost fell down. He had not experienced sharp pain like needles for a long time. Qianye knew that his leg bone was broken without even touching it. This kind of injury, even with his physique and boiling blood condition, would take most of the day to recover.

Romil's counterattack just now was indeed powerful, and Qianye was able to escape at the cost of a leg.

It’s just that Qianye knows that Romil will definitely not have a hard time either. The advanced version of the original spear cannot be taken casually even if he is a Duke. Romil used the secret method of the blood clan to forcefully suppress the injury, hoping to gain this victory. Just doing this will make the injury more severe later. If nothing goes wrong, Romil should not be seen in the next stage of the Floating Continent Battle.

Platt retreated completely, leaving Qianye with a little regret. But Romil is the biggest target.

Song Zining came from the other side, looked at Qianye, grinned, and said: "There are times when you are so embarrassed..."

Before he finished his sentence, his face turned pale and he almost fell to the ground.

Qianye reached out and grabbed him, looking at the traces of purple fireworks in the distant sky that had not completely dissipated, he let out a sigh of relief.

Song Zining took a few deep breaths. After he stood firm, he supported Qianye, whose balance was a bit awkward, and said, "It's finally over!"

Qianye nodded.

Carol appeared next to the two of them, and just as she was about to speak, she heard a cheer, and Xiao Zhuji rushed over and pounced on Qianye and Song Zining!

The two were shocked. In their current state, how could the little guy withstand this attack? One was at the end of his strength, the other had his left leg broken and couldn't even dodge. Carol reacted quickly and hurriedly put her arms around the little girl's waist and cut her off.

Only hearing a muffled bang, Carol hugged Zhu Ji and took two steps back. Carol is in good condition now, and her strength has not been damaged at all, even after being hit like this. If it had been Qianye, it might have been fine, but if it had been Song Zining, he might have broken a few bones.

The interactions in the Hall of Valor during this period of time seemed to have made the little guy accept Carol, and he did not have an attack even when he was stopped.

Song Zining suddenly said: "Sir Carol, please take Zhu Ji back to the Hall of Heroes. From now on, unless I or Qianye are present, no matter who wants to board the ship, don't let them in. ."

Carol was slightly surprised, while Qianye frowned imperceptibly, but said nothing.

Song Zining caught Qianye's sudden change in expression and said: "The signal sent out is indeed from the Zhao clan, but it is not certain whether the person coming is from the Zhao clan. The Hall of Heroes is our only escape route and cannot be tolerated. There is a loss.”

"I understand." Qianye nodded.

Carol carried Zhu Ji up into the sky, passed through the void, and returned to the Hall of Valor. Zhu Ji bit her thumb and looked at Qianye and Song Zining eagerly. Maybe she also felt the suddenly tense atmosphere and did not make any fuss.

As soon as Carol left, an indescribable aura covered the entire White City. This aura is mysterious and majestic, pure but also carries a strong aura of blood and fire, and it gives people a rather strange feeling, like multiple auras that should be incompatible with each other but are strangely integrated into one.

The breath swept across the white city, and then a figure appeared in front of Qianye and Song Zining. He just stood like that, but he naturally became the focus of the audience.

Song Zining suddenly looked a little uncomfortable, because as soon as the man appeared, he stared at him intently. In the blink of an eye, sweat appeared on Song Zining's forehead, his smile became a little forced, and he said: "The Fourth Young Master came very quickly."

The visitor is none other than Zhao Jundu, who is known as the number one young person in the empire.

He looked at Song Zining and said calmly: "With Qi Shao's ability, how could you not calculate that it was me who came?"

Song Zining immediately shook his head, "Who dares to count you now?"

Zhao Jundu was unmoved and said: "You have your own way, you know it is me who is coming."

Song Zining smiled bitterly, "Just say so."

At this time, Zhao Jundu glanced at Qianye and said: "It is right to be careful. Even people from the Zhao clan should be careful."

There is nothing wrong with this sentence, but after the conversation between Zhao Jundu and Song Zining, no one could tell whether it was ironic or not.

Song Zining looked even more nervous until Zhao Jundu asked: "What are you nervous about? Are you hiding something from me?" At this time, he seemed to realize that his thoughts had been expressed in words.

Song Zining immediately shook his head: "I have been with Qianye during this period, what can I hide? Besides, I have moved to a neutral place and have long ignored the affairs of the empire, so what can I do? ”

Zhao Jundu smiled faintly and said: "Seven Young Masters are very human. Even though they are thousands of miles away, they can influence the overall situation remotely."

Qianye saw that the two of them were about to talk to each other as soon as they met, so he quickly changed the subject: "Are you injured?"

"I was in such a hurry on the road, how could I not be injured?" Zhao Jundu said it lightly, but if he could surpass Princess Haimi of the East Road and be the first to kill under the White City, how could there be an easy battle?

"Qianye's leg is also injured, I'm going to find a doctor..."

Song Zining was just about to leave, but was blocked by two columnar purple fires that appeared out of thin air. He only heard Zhao Jundu say leisurely: "Don't even think about running away! What doctor is more useful than our own Force recovery?"

As Zhao Jundu spoke, he leaned down and touched Qianye's left leg, then straightened up and said, "It's okay. Sit down and fix it. Why are you standing there stupidly? That guy doesn't need your support."

Qianye thought it was better not to speak, so he sat down, found a roll of straps, briefly treated the trauma, and wrapped his left leg.

Song Zining knew he couldn't escape, so he smiled bitterly and said: "Then what are you doing now?"

"Of course we are studying defense deployment."

"Arrange defenses?" Song Zining instinctively had a bad premonition.

"Behind me, there are tens of thousands of dark race troops and a duke."

Qianye and Song Zining looked at each other and became serious. On a battlefield of this level, the person presiding over one side must be a duke-level figure. The appearance of a duke is not surprising, but the amount of investment is a problem. In the battle of Outer Void, all five fleets were actually grand dukes, which shows the clues.

The number of top warriors in the empire is limited, and most of them need to guard the homeland and deal with border wars. In the current context of the suspension of the Holy War within Eternal Night, even if the dark race did not increase the level of the war, the intensity has increased, and the empire's disadvantages in this regard are immediately apparent.

Zhao Jundu laughed and said: "What are you doing like this? Let alone a duke, even if the prince comes, don't you have to be beaten the same way?"

This makes sense. Song Zining took out a map, opened it, looked at it, and then threw it aside. At this moment, Baicheng was in ruins, and almost no place on the original map matched.

He found a cleaner slate, dug out a piece of charcoal to use as a pen, briefly drew a map around Baicheng, and then asked Zhao Jundu: "How many people did you bring in total?"

Zhao Jundu said: "One thousand."

Song Zining and Qianye did not expect that Zhao Jundu only brought this small number of troops. But it makes sense to think about it. Zhao Jundu advanced here at full speed, and it was already amazing that a thousand people could follow him. This shows the high quality of the Zhao family's private army.

Then Zhao Jundu added: "They are all lightly packed."

This is even worse, meaning that the mercenaries cannot get much-needed supplies at all.

However, Song Zining didn't take this difficulty to heart. By this time, Yongye's ground troops were exhausted, and it was unclear how much combat power they had left.

"Who is that Duke?"

"Werewolf Duke Doyle is good at assault and close combat. He is a simple-minded guy and his equipment is not very good." Zhao Jundu said.

"Is there no one to deal with him?"

"Wei Guogong fought with him for a few times, and they were basically evenly matched, and each suffered some injuries."

"A werewolf? I can try to deal with this." Qianye said. This kind of person who is good at close combat is Qianye's favorite opponent. It would be difficult for them to dodge Qianye's original spear.

"He may not dare to enter the city." Zhao Jundu said calmly.

The three of them were talking to each other about setting up defenses, but the atmosphere was not tense. Now that Zhao Jundu's middle route army and the Dark Fire mercenaries have successfully merged, most of the Battle of Floating Land has been won. As long as Baicheng is captured, the hundreds of thousands of Yong Ye's army on the floating land will be cut off. If they can escape even once or twice, they will be considered lucky.