She Is Not a Witch Chapter 182: Poem of Wind

Latest website: Three months later, Mozwa, the former capital of Ruhrna.

The morning breeze flows in the air, bringing distant water mist and coolness.

The towering walls are silent, not without people. In fact, the walls are almost full of soldiers and extraordinary people who are waiting in line. They are neatly dressed, holding muskets, sabers on their waists, and wearing them. It is the best armor in the Frost Union, not only light, but also defensive.

Now these soldiers in the city are gathered on the stacked city wall that stretches for more than ten kilometers, looking at the direction outside the city.

In the morning mist-filled wilderness, from the slightly revealed outline, one can see the neat and terrifying square arrays. Even the tip of an iceberg that occasionally appears in the clouds and fog, it clearly shows the huge number of people in it.

When 100 people line up, people will feel very neat and beautiful. When 1,000 people line up, people will think it is brave. When 10,000 people line up, people will feel a heavy sense of oppression. And when 100,000 people line up into a front line several kilometers long, flood your vision, and trample on the ground, there will be a shocking sense of suffocation.

In the end, when the number reaches 1 million, the advancing army will be like mountains and plains, endless, flying flags and flags will rise and fall like a real ocean, and the small sense of personal existence will be affected by this. Almost desperately swallowed by the hugeness.

It’s hard to imagine how such a huge army and soldiers can be so neat and consistent. Under that terrible discipline, each standing posture and spears are like cast iron, and the rows of sharp guns Blades and armor, in the faint light of the dawn, reflected the terrifying sparkling waves, the ocean of steel, the waves of the blade, and the endless layers of army.

Even if these troops have not attacked yet, they are just standing quietly on the wilderness outside the city. The sense of oppression is like falling from the sky, pressing in the hearts of all defenders.

"I...we...really...want to fight against such...enemy...enemy...?" A young soldier trembled and asked beside him in shock. Companion. Even the newly issued Li's fine musket and armor in his hand could not bring him any sense of security.

"I pray...Don't do this." The soldier next to him took a deep trembling breath, then closed his eyes and begged, hoping that the big man above would give up. After all, they were once members of the Xuehua Seven Kingdoms, so they should not abuse their opponents like the Verdant Empire.

On the other side, on the Twelve Clock Tower in Mozwa, several representatives of factions in dark clothes looked at the distant scene.

"Is this day finally here?" The voice of a certain mage representative was sad, lost, and sad.

"The 1.2 million army of Crancia has surrounded the entire city. We have no way out except the coast on the south side."

"The sea route is probably just another abyss. Don't forget our old friends and opponents, those of the Hinayue Council, must be waiting for us at sea."

"Up to this day, even if you invite those Sequence 9 majesty to go down the court, I am afraid it will be irreversible. According to our intelligence and the vague perception outside the city, there are also four Sequence 9s behind the opponent's array. "

"The new pope has also come. Although the church cannot interfere with the world, she can take the name of the sage society and stop our adults from going down."

"In this way, our last resistance seems to have become a joke, haha...cough cough." There was bitterness and coughing in the laughter, and the mage was afraid of hitting the guardrail in front of him, the old one. I don't know when tears shed on his face.

"Why, why, it will become like this in the end." The voice was filled with imitation, loss, and unwillingness.

"Does the inheritance of more than ten generations of doctrines and concepts have to be interrupted in my hands." Another representative of the mage sat in a chair on the side with his back leaning against the cold wall, staring blankly at the tower. The dome, scenes from the past come to mind.

Childhood innocence and liveliness, pride in being praised by parents when young, pride in entering masters in youth, happiness in marrying teachers and daughters as wives, becoming a new leader of the school, greatly expanding technological progress, and designing by yourself The joy of creation in large-scale domestic promotion.

How beautiful and smooth the past was, but these are about to break like a dream and sink into the abyss with this country.

Different from the low-level soldiers and middle-level ordinary wizards, the leaders of these factions, the apex of power in the Ruhrna, and the advocates and initiators of war are destined to not be forgiven by the enemy, and once the frost If they are defeated in a joint battle, they will have nowhere to go. Even if they escape here, the companions in the future will be chased and killed by the enemy until the end of their lives.

"No, no, no! We can't accept such a failure, there must be a way, there must be." His voice was painful, unwilling, and crazy.

"I'm going to see those two Highnesses." The representative of the faction stumbled down the stairs and ran towards a hidden corner of the city.

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Outside the city, when the sun slowly rises from one side of the horizon, a faint glow pierces the mist on the wilderness, and the tip of the gun and armor all over the mountains are also reflecting the bright light under the sunshine. .

Long poles nearly 20 meters high are arranged in the military formation. The tops of these poles are hung like banners, with a pure white background, golden spikes as the sides, and a Crancia badge pattern in the middle. At the same time, there are bright red ribbons on both sides of the banner.

As the sea breeze blows slightly, this flag stretches out in an oblique arc in the air, and the red ribbon shows the trajectory of the wind, making a strong sound of wind. And such banners are arranged in a line like a wind curtain, drowning everyone's vision.

Every 100 meters, there are flags that are connected in a line like a wind curtain, layer after layer, and the white background Jin Sui Feng that these layers advance is an endless iron cast army formation.

Faced with an innumerable legion with a poor vision, many of the defenders began to tremble in their legs and stood unstable, as if they would be crushed into mud by this almost desperate army at any time.

At this point~IndoMTL.com~ As the desolate and distant horn sounded, these solid and iron formations slowly moved forward.

Step on——

The sound of neat footsteps is like a sledge hammer in the hands of a god, beating this uneven ground. And as these soldiers moved forward, that flag also moved forward, as if overwhelming, bringing shocking oppression.

On the vast wilderness, Mana’s glow is connected together, and the turbulent magic power is like a boiling sea of ​​flames. Even if there are many magic cannons and wizards shooting at the city’s head, such an attack is like a drop in the ocean. The stone was like a stone, and it was crushed and submerged at once.

Even the magnificent army that Roland, the founding king of the westerly wind, failed to achieve, was achieved by a new country just a few years after the westerly wind broke.

It's also as depicted in the poem.

The wind-like flags form a white ocean in the wilderness.

And they marched toward glory and faith until the end of the world.