A gust of autumn wind blew gently across the field, and various wild grasses with yellowed leaves swayed back and forth in the wind.

The sky has darkened, and it is already August. Even in the Camp Empire, which is like spring all year round, the slight autumn wind will make people feel a bit cool.

A brightly colored bird flapped its wings and flew out of the grass. It was because the horse-drawn carriage passing by on the road disturbed it. It flew up to a small tree and looked dissatisfied at the long caravan on the road with its dark eyes.

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Loaded carriages passed in front of it, heading towards a large building in the distance.

"Light the fire..."

"Light the fire..."

This is a transportation station located in the interior of the Camp Empire. It is responsible for the transfer of all food on the empire's front line. All food going to the front line needs to be diverted here. As the date of the war approaches, the number of convoys traveling to and from the transportation station will also be reduced.

Even more so, the soldiers often had to stay up all night to finish their work. No, it wasn't completely dark yet, and the officers were calling their men to light torches one after another.

"Light the torch - hey! Don't fucking sleep!" On a high watchtower, there were two Camp human soldiers. The tall soldier among them kicked his companion, "You don't want your life!"

If the captain sees you, you will be dead!"

"What are you kicking! Don't kick me, why don't you just light a torch?" The short soldier picked up the torch beside him, muttered a spell, and with a "hoo" sound, the torch lit up.

While holding the torch in his hand, the short soldier complained in a low voice, "He stayed up all night without giving him time to sleep. It would be better for him to go to the front line and die."

"Tch! Why are you going to the front line like this?" the tall soldier said with a smile, "You don't even need to face each other to let the lackeys of the Divine Alliance defeat you!"

"Then if you don't go," the short soldier said, "if you meet the Tansi cavalry of the Divine Alliance, you will be so scared that you wet your pants!"

"I'll tell you later, look! The convoy is here again." The tall soldier leaned out from the watchtower and turned around and said, "It's forage for the Seventh Army again. This is the first trip today.

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"What's so strange about this? The cavalry of our Seventh Army is a top three, and the cavalry of the Divine Alliance Army can't be compared!" said the short soldier, "It must be that the enemy in front of the Seventh Army is not that good.

It seems that the Seventh Army is the main attack this time."

"how do you know?"

"Since yesterday, the carriage to the Seventh Army has been changed, right?"

"Yes, it has been changed to a light carriage."

"Learn a lesson, kid. Only light four-wheeled carriages can keep up with the speed of the Seventh Army!" the short soldier said smugly, "There are no roads on the dividing line, and heavy carriages will get stuck in the mud."

"Why are you showing off? Why don't you just be a few more days than me - ugh!"

The tall soldier wanted to say something more, but unfortunately a long arrow passed through his chest and pinned him to the center pillar of the watchtower.

Before the short soldier could recover, the second arrow shot pierced his neck and blood spurted out.

With a "pop" sound, the short soldier fell against the fence. He gasped for air, but he heard the "hissing" sound of air leaking from his neck. After three or two times, his head turned to the side.

Go aside.

The tall soldier was vomiting blood. He gathered all his strength and stretched out a hand, tremblingly touching a rope above his head - the rope was connected to the alarm bell.

Who knows, just as he raised his hand to his ear, another arrow flew towards him and nailed his palm to the center pillar.

Tears flowed down the tall soldier's cheeks and fell on the wooden board stained red with blood. In just a moment, the transparent tears were swallowed up by the purple-red blood.

A large number of black shadows were pouring out of the fields that were supposed to be empty. They were approaching the camp at an extremely fast speed. This was the warehouse area in the middle of the camp, and there were no other guards except for a few watchtowers.

"Where are the enemies... coming from?" Seeing these black figures climbing over the fence under the watchtower, the tall soldier who had given up trying could hardly believe his eyes. This was the interior of the Camp Empire, hundreds of miles away from the front line.

!On the dividing line between gods and demons, there are iron armies on both sides, making it difficult for birds to cross. Where did these people come from!

The center pillar of the watchtower was shaking slightly, and someone was climbing up, of course those black figures.

It would have been nice if the spear in his hand had not fallen off when he was hit by the arrow. The tall soldier regretted it now. It must have been very embarrassing for the enemy to see him like this.

A dark figure climbed up, first checked the short soldier lying aside, and then came to the tall soldier.

Under the light of the magic torch, the tall soldier finally saw the enemy clearly.

Physically speaking, the enemy should be a human. The face under the helmet was covered with black cloth. All the tall soldier could see was a pair of light gray eyes.

He is also a soldier, but the tall soldier can't find any identification marks on his body. There is no collar or rank on his armor. He also wears a colorful "clothing" on his armor, with large pieces of black and green.

Tangled in the fabric, it's like spilled condiments on the kitchen floor.

The tall soldier thought that the enemy's clothes were even more ridiculous than a clown's.

This was also the last thought of the tall soldier, because his neck was broken immediately.

Under the watchtower, more and more dark figures entered the camp, like ants moving out of their nests before a heavy rain. The "ants" were sneaking in a seemingly scattered formation.

A dark figure passed far away from the others, climbed outside a lighted tent, looked around for a while, then turned back, and made a long series of gestures to the dark figures behind.

The shadows nodded and separated, crawling towards the tent.

At the same time, there were more than a dozen black figures on a hilltop not far from the camp. They were paying attention to everything that happened in the camp. Among them, the person standing at the front was not only covered in black clothes and black armor, but also

His sword and extra-long cloak were all black... When the wind blew, a few strands of black hair fluttered behind his head.

Even his hair is black, so he is the most completely black.

"It's almost done." He said to the black shadow beside him, "Start the magic attack!"

In the quiet night, a few low bird calls spread far away, one after another, towards the two camp gates.

"Hey, did you hear anything?" A werewolf guard asked his companion at the camp gate.

"A few birds chirped." His companion answered him, "What's so strange?"

The werewolf guard scratched his plush head and said, "No, I seem to hear a voice singing magic... The tone is a bit similar!"

His companion was about to ridicule the neurotic werewolf when he noticed a light in the distance. He opened his mouth wide and watched in surprise as more than a dozen fireballs flew towards the camp gate - "Boom!"

Several carriages waiting to enter the camp were the first to be hit! The exploding magic fireball tore the carriages apart, and bundles of ignited fodder were also blasted into the sky.

"Enemy attack..."

With just enough time to send out a wailing alarm, the guards were all engulfed by the surging flames. Not only was the camp gate crumbling by the magic fireball, but the nearby fence also burned, and the raging flames combined to form a large curtain of fire.

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The previous wave of fireballs had just exploded, and the second wave of magic fireballs flew close to the ground.

The unlucky ones this time were the reinforcements who ran towards the camp gate. They came after hearing the noise. The poor guys didn't notice the fireballs that appeared out of thin air through the fire curtain until the last moment.

In the blink of an eye, the front and rear doors were completely sealed by flames, and the camp was in chaos.

At the Camp garrison headquarters in the middle of the camp, an officer ran out of the tent, took one look at it, and immediately shouted, "The enemy is attacking the camp gate—guards, follow me!"

He was answered by a dense rain of arrows, one of which shot directly through his body and into the abdomen of the officer behind him.

After the arrow rain, dozens more magic balls for lighting were cast. The magic balls floating in the air illuminated the camp as bright as day. Countless shadows sneaking into the camp drew out their sharp swords and pointed at those who had just ran out.

The Camp Empire soldiers in the tent came over and killed them.

On one side, there was a premeditated sneak attack, and on the other side, there was a hasty response. The unlucky one was of course Camp's army.

"Wow-wow-la-la-wow-wow-wow..."

The black shadows let out shouts that no one could understand, and used the long-handled swords in their hands to chop down the Camp soldiers to the ground.

The Campo local army originally stationed here were old, weak, sick and disabled, and the stronger soldiers had already been transferred to the front line. Facing these enemies who appeared from nowhere, how could a barely full regiment be able to withstand them?

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The enemy's blade can easily cut through their thin armor, but your own weapon can't cause any damage to the enemy. One sword strike can only cut through the colorful blouse on the enemy's armor.

A group of Camp officers risked their lives to protect a few horses and rushed out. However, they were immediately surrounded by a group of enemies alone and had to fall into a bitter battle.

After just one encounter, several Camp officers who had no time to put on their armor were stabbed to the ground by the enemy's spearmen. Strangely enough, the standard cavalry bucklers of the Demon Alliance could be easily pierced by spears. Even mid-level officers

Armor, these armors blessed with magic cannot hold up under the enemy's sword. After a few flashes of bright light, the magic is exhausted.

A Camp officer on horseback had just slashed an enemy into a gourd on the ground with a heavy sword strike. Unexpectedly, the guy only shook his head a few times before standing up and screaming "Wow!" and rushed back, killing even more vigorously than before.

"Go back!" A Kemp officer's eyes turned red. He thrust the heavy sword in his hand into the ground and dug his face with his hands until blood dripped. "The red blood flowing in my body, I use black

The name of faith calls you, let’s boil! The halo of sacrifice!”

The blood flowing on the officer's face turned green... With a "hoo" sound, a group of green flames burned on his face. His whole body was shrouded in a strange green light, but his eyes slowly

Slowly turns red.

Pieces of armor on his body cracked and fell to the ground. Officer Kemp's body swelled more than once, and became twisted and deformed, looking like a devil from hell.

"Die...die...die!"

Pulling out the heavy sword on the ground, the mutated officer Kemp rushed towards the enemy.

Several spears stabbed him at the same time.

"Puff! Puff!" Although the spear was inserted into his body, the sharp spearhead could not move forward even a little bit after piercing the skin. Green blood gushes out from the wound and burns immediately when it reaches the body of the gun.

stand up.

This is a kind of dark magic, the last resort of the evil warrior - the sacrificial halo. The releaser regards himself as a sacrifice, calls on the powerful power of the dark god to ignite his own blood, and dies with the enemy in the form of an explosion. Before the explosion,

The greater the blow to the body, the greater the power of the explosion!
To be continued...