In the middle of the night, fog began to form around Tucheng. The light, thin mist was gathering and gradually getting denser. This was something neither the attacking or defending sides expected.

There was silence in Tucheng.

The soldiers who were not assigned to the task were resting. After many days of fierce fighting, these soldiers were exhausted. They leaned against the corner and their companions and slept soundly. Except for the orders of their superiors, no sound could wake them up.

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Cold mist filled the tent full of holes. Jiadnan, who was sleeping soundly, felt the change in temperature in his body and woke up.

"Is it about to start already?" Jiadnan stood up, looked outside and murmured to himself, "Is it really inevitable?"

At this moment, Jiadnan's thoughts returned to the night when he took over as the chief... On that night, there were blazing fires and the deafening shouts of the people kneeling around to watch the ceremony. He was ready to take over, kneeling in front of the drum and accepting

The leaders of the thirty-six tribes asked - "You! Can you dedicate all your life to my thirty-six tribes?"

He answered with an excited voice, "I can! My whole life will be dedicated to my people."

"You! Can you forget your family, dreams, and desires - for my thirty-six tribes?"

He answered with a firm voice, "I can! Everything about me belongs to my people from this moment on."

"You! Can you inherit the Ten Movements of the Wanderers and let my people multiply under the leadership of the Ten Movements?"

He answered with a sincere voice, "I can! From the moment I was born, I was ready to pass on the ten movements of Wanderer."

"Want to take another look at your family?" The witch doctor put his hand on his forehead, "Just take a look, you will never remember them again."

He shook his head slowly. Although he had known about this moment, he did not have the courage to look back.

A strange light flashed in the witch doctor's hand, giving him a splitting headache, and his lips had been bitten, but he never snorted from the beginning... By the time the witch doctor retreated, he had forgotten his family, his past, and everything that belonged to him.

What is left behind is only the memory needed as a general leader.

It was quiet all around, except for the crackling sound of the burning bonfire.

"Dong - dong dong!" The old leader beat the big drum, and dozens of big drums sounded around him. Standing close to the drum, he stared intently at the old leader's movements, listening to this extremely familiar sound...

Getting up in the morning, traveling, asking each other, joining the clan, hunting, being in danger, returning to protect, stopping tears, setting up camp, and finally returning at dusk, the old leader's knocking was so skillful and his skills were so vigorous.

"Oh-ha!" The old leader stretched out his hands and shouted loudly, and all the drums stopped at the same time.

"Take the drum..." The old leader's eyes widened, "Jiadenan!"

After taking over the pair of drums and drums, which symbolized the identity of the chief leader, he no longer had any thoughts in his mind. The music and music came from the depths of his soul and occupied all his thoughts. Under everyone's gaze, he struck the drum in front of him.

The big drum spread the majestic and powerful sound throughout the countryside, and countless tribesmen shouted in unison with the sound of the drum - "Jiadenan! Jiadenan! Jiadenan!"

That night, I made a promise to all the clan members, but tomorrow, I have to sing the changed ten movements with my own hands. Although it is for the survival of the clan members, that is my promise...

"I will become a sinner of the thirty-six tribes. Please forgive me. Please forgive me, leaders of all generations..." Thinking about the past, Jiadenan slowly knelt down on the ground, with tears streaming down his face full of wrinkles.

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Near the city wall, the soldiers of the Divine Alliance were preparing various traps, especially near the city wall in front. Because the fog would reflect the light, they had to work in the dark. At this time, the training the soldiers had received before showed results.

Come on, under the command of the superiors, these pre-war preparations are being carried out silently and in an orderly manner.

Under Cohen's unusually steady gaze, he dispatched more than a dozen small-scale reconnaissance troops to sneak out of the city while taking advantage of the thick fog. These people were dressed in Demon Alliance military uniforms and were of all races. They were all officers carefully selected from the reconnaissance group.

And most of them are from the Nighthawk troops of the original Dark City Guards—that is, the living treasure troop led by Jack.

The other abilities of these officers are average in the reconnaissance regiment, but under Cohen's special training, their ability to take advantage of troubled waters has improved to a higher level. They are top-notch in the entire continent! Because they serve in the same regiment,

The cooperation between them is also quite tacit. Cohen hopes that they can create some chaos in the rear of the demon alliance in tomorrow's battle. As for what effect these officers can achieve, it is completely unpredictable. Just like on the road

Dropping a handful of sharp nails... may hurt the enemy, or may hurt yourself.

On the side of the Demon Alliance, several commanders also stayed up all night preparing for tomorrow's battle. Although the Demon Alliance had an absolute advantage, their opponents were really tough. In the past ten days of fierce attacks, the small

Tucheng was actually guarded by him without leakage.

This afternoon, the last reinforcement of the slave legion has arrived, and at the same time, the order from the Demon Alliance Military Headquarters has also arrived. The tough-sounding order requires them to capture Tucheng tomorrow!

As the victorious side in the war between gods and demons, the main commanders of the various legions and military headquarters of the Demonic Alliance will immediately go to the Dark Temple to receive their rewards. If they fail to capture the earth city, the secret will be revealed. Although the priests of the Dark Temple

They were all blocked by Marshal Verlaine with yellow metal, but... the Dark Lord is not easy to deceive.

In fact, speaking of it, this matter was destined to be hidden from the Dark Lord since the civil unrest in Camp. But since the Dark Lord did not interfere with this matter, it means that he hopes that the Demon Alliance can save their face by themselves. If there is even this superficial appearance before accepting the reward,

If you can't do it well... then everyone can commit suicide by jumping into the toilet hand in hand.

It was getting closer and closer to dawn, and the fog was getting thicker and thicker. It was so thick that it was difficult to see the companions who were a little further away. Even under such conditions, the pre-war preparations on both sides were still in progress. Unlike God,

The alliance forces are sneaking around, but the demon alliance forces are doing it in a big way.

Amidst the noise, a full slave legion has entered the starting position, and 50,000 people are lined up facing the city wall further away. Different from previous attacks, the slave soldiers have received simple weapons and armor this time.

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After rigorous calculations by the staff of the Demon Alliance Army, a large number of siege equipment was pushed to the starting position according to the order of attack, including various wall-climbing vehicles, large and small arrow-blocking vehicles, and huge trebuchets...

These bulky things had just been completed in a hurry. Although they were rough, they were indispensable. Because of the lack of these things, the demon alliance suffered heavy casualties in the past few days.

When everything was ready, the Demon Alliance camp began the last of three prayers a day.

When the first continuous prayer horn sounded, except for the soldiers on guard, all the officers and soldiers in the regular regiment without exception rushed to the open space outside the tent, facing the direction of Hell Island, and stood according to the organizational structure of their respective units.

It has to be neat and tidy.

These soldiers of the demon alliance can be wild and unrestrained at any time of the day, but at this moment, they all have solemn expressions. No matter which empire they come from or what race they are, they all show the same expression.

The look in his eyes... was extremely pious and awe-inspiring.

The demon temple priest accompanying the army stood in front of the queue, and the second prayer horn sounded.

The well-dressed priests raised their hands, and the people in the queue quickly tidied up their appearance and quickly checked whether the companions around them were clean. This is no joke. If someone gets a grain of sand blown into their eyes at this time,

Then he must get the sand out before the third horn sounds, even if it means digging out his own eyes...

The third trumpet sounded - everyone knelt down.

"The commander of the dark realm can breathe because of your kindness and light; the king of the mighty kingdom, the earth is wandering because of you. Announcement of the end of the world, the power shook the world, welcoming the arrival of the monarch, people cheered feverishly. The sin-filled

We are looking forward to your mercy. Have you ever heard the humble begging from the world? The eternal Dark Demon King, you are the source of greatness, wisdom and holiness." The priests chanted the praise of the Dark Demon clan in a special tone,

"It is you who give us life, you who guide us forward, you who make the land fertile and have a good harvest, and you who make the rivers flow to the ocean..."

"I cannot add glory to you because I am a humble creature in your hands.

Only by becoming your loyal slave can I dare to ask for your grace. I am willing to dedicate everything I have to bear witness to your majesty...

The blood I shed for you turns into my crown of glory, and I sacrifice my life for you to be worthy of decorating your temple..."

The voice was either low or loud, and everyone, including the soldiers of the slave legion, chanted along. The prayers merged into a huge sound wave, hovering over the camp, lasting for a long time...

Prayers are going on in the camp, and military meetings are also going on in the commander's tent.

"All six slave legions have arrived, plus three main battle legions. After excluding those lost in the siege battles these days, our total strength is 300,000...Tomorrow will be a full troop dispatch, and the attack will not

Interruption! So, do you all understand the arrangements for tomorrow?" Although his tone was still gentle, there was a strong murderous intention in the lieutenant general's voice, "The opponent has suffered heavy casualties in the past ten days of defense. We will

It should be taken."

"Don't worry, Your Excellency!" The commander of the 27th Legion waved his fist and said viciously, "We have been waiting for this day for a long time!"

"Your Excellency, there is absolutely no problem with this." The commander of the 28th Legion said with a pair of bloodshot eyes, "Although our losses will inevitably be greater, this is related to the honor of the entire alliance, and we know the importance!"

"It's best if everyone understands." The lieutenant general nodded with satisfaction and turned his attention to the commander of the 26th Army Corps.

"Your Excellency." Although Major General Longria didn't like to shout empty slogans, under such circumstances he had to say something to express his position. "There are hundreds of thousands of refugees behind the enemy's rear...how should we deal with them?"

"My dear Major General Longria, how can there be any refugees here?" The muscles on the lieutenant general's face twitched, "In all the documents and records, the number of the Phantom Legion is more than 200,000. You can tell me about this

You won’t forget it, right?”

"but……"

Because Major General Longria grew up in the Welsh Empire, where the population was sparse, the country would naturally treat untouchables or slaves more leniently than other countries, so he could not help but feel a little conflicted about the Lieutenant General's decision.

"Don't think about these unnecessary things, just do it like this!" The lieutenant general interrupted Major General Longria without caring, "The order has been issued, and all troops must be ready before dawn."

"But the heavy fog outside won't affect us, right?"

"That's why you guys need to supervise in person! We can't delay it any longer. The Phantom Legion's combat effectiveness is very tenacious. Tomorrow's battle may be very long! You go back and prepare. I have to draft a victory report to the military headquarters."

"Yes, Your Excellency!" the three major generals replied in unison, exiting the superior's tent together.

After leaving the tent, the three legion commanders chatted and walked towards their mounts.

"Hahaha, you two." It seemed that the commander of the 27th Army was in a very good mood, "I'm really sorry. In tomorrow's battle, I will be at the front again, and I will be the first to attack Tucheng.

It has to be me!"

"Don't be too happy too early." The commander of the 28th Army was very dissatisfied with this, "Maybe you will hit a wall, and I will bring my troops to rescue you..."

"Let me tell you, both of you." Major General Longlia whispered, "We are all wishing victory in tomorrow's battle, right? It doesn't matter who goes first and who comes last."

"That's right." The commander of the 28th Army Corps said jokingly, "How could I forget you? You are last in line. Of course that's what I said...right? Merciful General?"

"I'm talking about Major General Longria." The commander of the 27th Army Corps joked, "How come you feel heartbroken when you kill some refugees? It's not because you have relatives among the refugees, right?"

Major General Longria snorted, raised his head proudly, turned around and walked towards his legion's station.

"What a boring guy." Looking at his back, the commander of the 28th Legion spat fiercely on the ground, "What kind of attitude is this! Is he really a noble?"
To be continued...