By the time the officers' meeting ended, it was almost dawn.
Everyone was busy, preparing breakfast, preparing horses, and the whole camp was full of figures.
I patrolled the camp on horseback, wearing the black iron armor that the master had rebuilt for me, and the knife was still slung on my shoulder. Due to the differences in regional climate, the morning on the plains of the Pota Empire made people feel a little damp and cold.
Exhaling a breath, I looked in the direction of the temple. In fact, I was still far away from the temple. I could only see its main building - a towering altar. Against the background of the sun that was half above the horizon.
, the morning mist shrouded its base, making its outline look proud and lonely.
By the time the sun was as high as the altar, everyone had already lined up.
Fichet was wearing a pure white dress decorated with silver silk threads, looking noble and elegant, and was closely guarded by dozens of guards in the center of the queue.
Two uncles, Tenasi and Wilbur, were by his side. In addition to this arrangement, I also asked him to wear the earth armor under his straight dress.
I gave the order and the team started to move towards the temple.
"Grandpa Martin." I said to Martin Luther next to me: "You have been planting fruit trees for so many years, you must be looking forward to today!"
"That's not entirely true." Grandpa Martin answered me: "To be precise, the fruit trees were a personal gift from His Majesty. Originally, the Left Prime Minister wanted to hang me."
"Isn't the Left Prime Minister very powerful?" I smiled: "Why haven't I seen him jumping up and down during this time?"
"I have to admit that he is stronger than you think." Grandpa Martin said solemnly: "There is only one explanation for why he has been relatively quiet during this period, and that is that the upcoming war is very troublesome for him."
"how do you know?"
"During the last war between gods and demons, the left prime minister was a very busy man." Grandpa Martin said to me: "In fact, in the Divine Alliance Army, all key positions are held by officials from the temples of various countries. We generals
He can only lead troops to fight and has no say in other affairs."
"Is the war terrible?"
"You have never seen it!" Grandpa Martin smiled bitterly: "That is not comparable to a war between two lords or two countries... All countries participated, and the elite armies of the entire continent were entangled in a war.
The boundary between gods and demons is hundreds of miles wide and thousands of miles long. In the sky and in the wilderness, countless military services you have never seen attack you... Every piece of land, even every grain of sand, has someone crying.
soul."
"Is there a winner?"
"Sometimes there is, sometimes there is not, because the final results are almost the same. Each other is severely weakened and retreats, and they will fight again next time. In the words of the left prime minister, the great victory is left to be won next time, and the brave soldiers still need to
Trying hard is fucking bullshit!"
"How often do gods and demons fight?" I was amused by Grandpa Martin: "Why do you all know how to fight quickly?"
"Once in twenty years, it happens to be when everyone has just recovered from the last war." Grandpa Martin said: "At this time, food products have been accumulated, and children from all over the world have just grown up... As time goes by,
As we get closer and closer, we old guys will sigh like this, this time there is still a little more than a year to go!"
"No way!" I was very dissatisfied: "How can I live?"
"I can't answer this. If your position changes in the near future, it means you have to go to the battlefield." Grandpa Martin said: "If the left prime minister wants you to train the slave army, you must find a way to refuse!"
"Why?"
"Slave soldiers are the unlucky ones who are the first to charge on the battlefield and the last to leave... Usually after a big battle, it's good if one out of ten slave soldiers survives."
"But there are no slaves in our country!"
"Our country doesn't have it, but other countries have it! The Divine Alliance Army is composed of all the gods' armies drawn from their respective armies, and the commanders are arranged separately by the gods." Grandpa Martin said: "No slave army commander has ever survived! I'm the best
My friends disappeared like this..."
I touched my neck and felt my heartbeat was a little fast.
"Governor!" Moya came to me on horseback: "We are here! Their general is waiting for you outside the gate."
I looked up and saw that troops from all three parties had arrived at the gate of the temple.
"Grandpa Martin, I'll leave this to you." I said, "I'll go to the front and have a look!"
I didn't bring any guards, so I went alone to meet with the two generals before the battle.
The general of the Liva Empire was still the same, sealing himself tightly with a suit of elegant silver armor.
This is the first time I have seen the general of the Pota Empire. He has a sinewy face and looks to be less than thirty years old. He is wearing golden magic armor and a scarlet cloak and looks very good.
In comparison, I look a bit petty in my black attire.
"Cohen Keda? I'm General Paul Pauley." The bearded man asked me: "Do you know anything about this incident?"
"Yes." I nodded: "I am fully aware of the seriousness of this matter."
"Excuse me then." The bearded man said excitedly: "Is your Majesty indifferent to the safety of His Highness Fichet? How can you send a civilian official? There is nothing wrong with sending a civilian official, but look at the soldiers you have brought.
, this is a war! Bringing light cavalry? Do you think you are playing? You also bring a big sword... Please be serious, if you want to wear black iron armor, just save up money to buy it! Why are you wearing a black fake?"
Am I a bad soldier? Aren't I wearing black armor? To be honest, I really didn't expect that he would give me this armor as soon as we met, which caught me off guard.
But...since he's already like this, what can I say? Arguing with such an idiot will only make me appear to be in poor taste.
"Shut up!" I hung the helmet I took off on the upturned saddle and looked at him sideways: "How dare you comment on our Majesty casually? Do you believe that I will go to the temple to sue you and make you disabled?"
"Let's get down to business! We don't have time." The general of the Liva Empire spoke for the first time, and his voice was very moving: "There are 3,500 soldiers in our country, all of whom are elites from the First Royal Legion of our country."
Although I don't know much about the Liva Empire, I still know that the Royal First Legion is the pride of the entire Liva Empire and deserves the title of elite.
But what surprised me even more was that the general was actually a woman, so I couldn't help but ask - maybe she was not in a good mood, maybe she was under too much pressure, but she was angry anyway.
"How about a woman?" She hit me on the waist with a scabbard: "Look down on me? I'll teach you a lesson!"
My armor is very good, so this hit is insignificant, but... if a woman hits you, it's good to have a pained expression on your face.
"It hurts!" I held my waist and said, "But I forgive you, if you let me see your face..."
"Womaniac!" Her voice came through the helmet: "The sun is going down!"
"My troops are heavy cavalry!" Paul Paule took out a map: "They are from our country's Flying Eagle Cavalry Regiment."
I lack information on this team, but I think it's not too bad.
"There is only one exit from the crypt, here!" Paul Pauley said: "Who guards the middle?"
"Of course your troops will guard the center." I said, "My soldiers are all light cavalry, and I am a civilian..."
"Coward...that's good!" Paul Paule said loudly: "My soldiers will guard the center, and you two will guard the left and right!"
The female general looked at the map, pointed to the left with her finger, turned around and left.
"Then I'll take the right side." I put on my helmet nonchalantly: "Let's get to work!"
"You haven't seen what Warcraft looks like, have you!" Paul Pauley said with a wicked smile: "I will let you have a few..."
"Really?" I said noncommittally, "Then I'll thank you first."
Seeing Paul Pauley walking back to his army with a smile, I thought he must be in a good mood.
After the armies of the Riva Empire and the Pota Empire entered, I made a series of gestures to Heert in the distance, telling him the direction and location of the advance.
The altar is incredibly high. I feel that if I push it down from the back, the top of the altar might hit the entrance of the crypt. Although there is a plain more than a mile wide between them... Can you imagine? A temple would actually look like this.
It’s so big, even though there are tens of thousands of people packed in it, it still looks very empty!
The large armies of the three parties set up formations in their respective defensive areas. Because I think waiting too long before the battle is very energy-consuming, my soldiers have been sitting next to the horses.
Maybe the posture of my troops made others feel uncomfortable, but I saw some temple priests pointing fingers at my troops...
The closely guarded princes, accompanied by the temple priests, went up to the altar. I don't know what they were doing up there, but it was a long wait.
When I arrived at Grandpa Martin's side, I found that he was looking at the exit of the huge crypt without blinking an eye. The dark crypt exit was like a big mouth of a ferocious demonic beast, ready to swallow everyone in front of it at any time.
Not far from the exit of the crypt stood dozens of tall black stone pillars. The stone pillars were engraved with characters I didn't recognize. The characters were white and sparkling in the sunlight. So... was that a seal?
Between the altar and the crypt exit is a flat grassland, very wide, which is really a good place to fight.
Bored, I silently counted the number of stone pillars in my mind. When I counted to the thirtieth time, the voice of an old priest came from the altar.
"Soldiers from all countries!" he said: "I am honored to announce here that the princes of three divine kingdoms have signed an important agreement on friendship and mutual assistance!"
Although I couldn't see clearly from a distance, I still gave him face and clapped my hands a few times symbolically.
"Now, the trial is about to begin." The old guy finally got to the point: "Soldiers! The time to prove your bravery has come! The glory belongs to you! The God of Light will bless you!"
Several teams of young priests in white clothes ran into the queue and sprinkled the water from the holy bottles on the soldiers of various countries. I was full of curiosity about all this. Although blessings are a good thing, but...such blessings are too cheap.
Come on!
The priest on the altar didn't know what he did, and the words on the stone pillars began to slowly disappear.
"Be careful." Grandpa Martin beside him said, "They have removed the seal!"
I raised my hand high and drew a circle with my fingers in the air... This is a gesture to enter a fighting state.
Suddenly, there were various reactions among my troops, so that almost all eyes in the temple were turned towards us.
"Prepare... prepare... fight... fight!" the officer on duty shouted loudly as he rode his horse through the queue, and officers at all levels also issued orders to their subordinates.
After receiving the order, the soldiers stood up, pedaled, and mounted their horses until the formation was completed and marched into place. All the soldiers' movements were so coherent and skillful. It seems that my training was very effective.
"Warcraft are also intelligent." Grandpa Martin's voice rang in my ears: "They also know how to test first!"
"Archers are in position!" I said to the messenger behind me: "Magic, don't move yet."
The troops have always been trained according to my ideas. Since I am not very familiar with the use of various arms, I have not trained particularly outstanding arms such as heavy cavalry. But my light soldiers are very good, and they are very good on the ground.
Infantry, when mounted, become cavalry. They can stab with their spears and shoot with their bows.
"Two thousand soldiers dismounted and formed a circular formation." Grandpa Martin said to me: "One thousand of them leaned forward and used bows and arrows. The first round will drive the monsters aside!"
I nodded and said to the orderer: "Just do it!"
One thousand soldiers took off the longbows they were carrying, divided into four columns and lined up in front. The soldiers first lit a magic torch in front of them, and then inserted the arrows on the right side of their bodies.
The words on the stone pillars completely disappeared, and the roars of monsters came one after another, which made people's hair stand on end. I looked towards the altar uneasily, looking for Fichet's figure.
"Don't worry." Grandpa Martin said to me: "Fichet and the others will stay up there until we finish fighting the Warcraft."
"But..." I said, "What if a magical beast charges up?"
"Nothing like this has ever happened before!" Grandpa Martin said: "Besides, there are so many priests up there..."
"No, I can't leave Fichet's safety to them." I turned around and said to the messenger: "Immediately ask Jack to bring ten more outstanding members of the Guards and elf magicians to Fichet! Not even a moment.
leave!"
When the messenger ran away, the first wave of monsters had already appeared in the crypt!
At the entrance of the huge crypt, several huge "eyes" first appeared... I read that right, they were eyes, and the whole body was just one eye!
They were dragging short tentacles, and their round bodies were floating awkwardly in the air... This weird scene prevented me from coming back to my senses for a long time.
"You've never seen it before!" Grandpa Martin smiled and shouted to the troops: "These eyes are the scouts of Warcraft! They are called 'Peepers'. They have no attack power, but their vision is super developed and they can see in the dark night.
Invisible things!”
Darling, I almost made a fool of myself the first time we met, which made me very unhappy.
"Gelt!" I shouted loudly and made a gesture to him: "Elf!"
Haiert nodded and said something loudly to the people around him, and then he saw an elven archer flying into the air, the arrows in his hands shining with silver light.
There was a soft "collapse" sound, and the silver feather arrow flew out, drawing a graceful arc across the wide plain, and in an instant it was inserted into the center of an "eye"!
The "eyes" shook violently, screamed, and fell to the ground.
"Okay!" I shouted loudly, so relieved!
Amidst the cheers, the elf archers shot magic arrows one after another, killing the remaining "eyes" one by one. Hey, let you see the strength of my army!
As if he knew what was happening, several roars came from the cave entrance, and then a large number of dense black spots appeared!
"Don't be nervous..." Grandpa Martin shouted to the soldiers: "These are just low-level hellhounds, here to warm up for us!"
Although it is true to say so, but there are so many... I'm afraid we will sweat a lot this time during the warm-up.
The archers lit the grease-stained strips of cloth on their arrows, waiting for orders from their officers. But the officers were concentrating on playing with a small thing in their hands, which I taught them.
"Nine knots - eight knots..." They looked at the rangefinders in their hands, because when shooting arrows at this distance, you need to calculate the "movement prediction value", otherwise the target will be gone by the time your arrow flies, and the archers will not
They are all elves.
"Calibrate five knots - shoot!"
Nearly a thousand rockets were shot out at the same angle, pulling out a black smoke cloud in the sky and falling down. It happened to be where the Cerberus had just run.
What is a catastrophe? You will know after reading this.
The leading Cerberus was pinned to the ground by a sudden falling rocket. Before he could scream, a large number of Cerberus were shot over and burned... Although Cerberus is a ferocious creature, no matter what,
Even though he is fierce, he is also afraid of fire!
Besides, the things made by dwarf craftsmen are no joke. Whether it is lethality or accuracy, they are beyond the comparison of ordinary bows and arrows.
The few remaining hellhounds that were not shot to the fatal point were dragging their arrows in circles, because...the surroundings of them were on fire. The hellhounds behind them wailed, and they instinctively changed their direction with their tails between their legs.
The Cerberus was so frightened by us that it changed its direction. This time, the fun in the Bota Empire's defense zone was great.
Under the bite of thousands of hellhounds, these heavy cavalry also showed extremely strong qualities, gritting their teeth and holding on to maintain a complete formation.
After the initial panic passed, Paul Pauley, a fool who was not too stupid, asked the thousand-heavy cavalry in front to launch a counterattack.
"It's quite timely." Grandpa Martin commented on him: "Let the people in the front who are already somewhat scattered in formation attack, and buy time for the people behind to make up for it... Not bad!"
This advantage is reflected as soon as the heavy cavalry runs and charges. Compared with them, the short Cerberus is like an ant to an elephant.
One after another, the hellhounds were carried away, fell to the ground and were trampled to death by horses wearing soft armor... After doing all this, the thousand-layer cavalry was divided into two teams, turned in a big circle, and returned to the back of the team to rearrange themselves.
.
Over there, the army of the Liva Empire also killed Cerberus to pieces. In the first battle, none of the troops from the three countries had died.
"If I think it right," Grandpa Martin said, "The next one will be more violent, and it may be a monster like a two-headed wolf."
"Both twins... two-headed wolves?" I leaned over and whispered, "Why are they all weird things? I've never even heard of them!"
"It's not a big deal." Grandpa Martin said: "What is this? There were many people who peed their pants during the battle between gods and demons... What do you think they saw?"
"Add a thousand more archers!" I said to the messenger: "No matter what comes this time, rush it to the Riva idiot!"
"Slippery!" Grandpa Martin laughed.
There was another howl from the entrance of the cave, and groups of monsters much larger than hellhounds came out!
"Did you see it?" Grandpa Martin said, "What's behind the two-headed wolf?"
"It's not very clear." In fact, I saw it, but I didn't know what it was: "It seems to be a little taller than ordinary people..."
"If you don't know me, then you don't know me!" Grandpa Martin glanced at me: "That's the magic bear." (To be continued)