"Captain Ildor acted alone? How could this happen?" General Moss, who was wearing heavy armor, got off his horse and frowned as he looked at the only injured dragon knight left in the Arant Empire army.
asked.
Leaning into General Moss's ear, the dragon knight spoke about the previous battle, mentioning the fact that his dragon was hit and injured and unable to continue participating in the battle: "In order to prevent these mortals from seeing more dragons being shot down.
Due to the situation, Captain Ildo can only act alone."
"Ugh... He made the right choice." Touching his chin, General Moss thought for a moment and gave his own judgment: "It is a correct decision to attack Maritsa first. If it were me, I would make more decisions.
I am willing to choose this way.”
Then he looked at the dragon knight and said, "You said these mortals have the means to shoot down the dragon, and it only took 500 people to injure you? This is too unbelievable..."
"General! Before I experienced something like this, I didn't want to believe that something like this happened...but they did do it." The dragon knight still had gauze wrapped around his head and looked miserable.
"Being able to shoot down the Dragon Knight... without any heavy weapons... the country of Ailanthir is really... unexpected." General Moss touched his chin and said thoughtfully.
"We are less than a day away from Maritsa. If we advance quickly..."
"No need! There should be ruins there. Let these mortals see how powerful we are." General Moss thought for a moment and felt that there was no need to rush in.
After all, the damage capability of dragon knights is very powerful. As long as they attack the city, this city called Maritsa can directly wipe the damage power of 20 dragon knights from the map. That is no joke.
The fact that the opponent can shoot down giant dragons is something that General Moss has not thought of. However, the fact that the opponent can shoot down 20 giant dragons is something that General Moss has never thought of. In his understanding, it is impossible for a mortal to confront a dragon head-on.
Knight Squadron.
"I brought 3,000 giant horse cavalry this time. No mortal empire can stop the impact of these cavalry. I hope that this time, Ailan Hill can give us a little surprise." Although there has been no head-on collision, General Moss
Still full of confidence in the army in his hands.
The mounts of this cavalry unit are low-level monsters called giant horses. They are well-trained and huge in size, twice the size of ordinary war horses.
These powerful giant horses can be equipped with heavy armor and can maintain a faster advancement speed than ordinary cavalry. Under the impact of such tank-like cavalry, any mortal empire's defense line will collapse in an instant.
If dragon knights are elusive and destructive assassins, then these giant horse cavalry are the invincible cavalry on the front battlefield of the Holy Demon Empire. What is even more frightening is that these knights are warriors who can use magic. They can use long-range magic.
to attack the enemy from the front.
"Report! Report!" Among the army of the Arant Empire that kept moving south, a scout general rode a horse in a panic and ran to General Zorn. He lowered his voice as much as possible and reported:
"Our scouts, scouts... they, they seem to have seen something extraordinary."
"What do you look like in a panic? Tell me, what did you see?" General Zorn disagreed, and asked his subordinates in a long voice with full force. He had just received reinforcements from 3,000 magic cavalry from the Holy Demon Empire.
He was full of confidence in victory.
Although thousands of people were killed by 500 soldiers of Ailan Hill before, he is still full of confidence in the power of the Holy Demon Empire. He firmly believes that this victory belongs to the Holy Demon Empire, which means that
Belongs to the Arantian Empire.
In his mind, those 500 Ailan Hill grenadiers must be the elite among the elite, and their weapons may be the most powerful weapons in Ailan Hill's hands. That's why they were able to shoot down a dragon knight.
, so they can challenge the tens of thousands of elite soldiers of the Arant Empire head-on.
Only Prince Lombak next to him knew that he had seen even more terrifying continuous-fire weapons, and that weapon was the most powerful weapon in the hands of the Airan Hill troops. Unfortunately, no matter how he reminded General Zorn,
I don't want to believe that my opponent is already that powerful.
"They said they saw many...many..." the officer hesitated, as if he didn't dare to mention something but had to say it.
Finally, General Zorn, who couldn't bear it anymore, urged his horse forward and decided to see for himself what Maritza had laid out to scare his soldiers like this.
A group of majestic cavalry followed Zorn and Prince Lombak, majestically passed a large number of soldiers marching on foot, quickly moved forward, surpassed these troops, and came to the front of the entire army.
"After passing this small jungle, Maricha is ahead!" Seeing that his own soldiers were already opening up roads in the jungle, General Zorn was not worried about an enemy ambush. His troops stretched for dozens of miles, and there was no need to worry about anyone.
would ambush such a huge army.
He passed his own soldiers and galloped on a very spacious road that had been opened up. Soon the walls of Maritsa City appeared in the distance. Then, General Zorn saw a scene that made him tremble all over.
His hair stood on end, his body was stiff, his teeth were chattering, and his muscles were so tense that he dared not move.
It was a fear that came from the heart, so that Zorn didn't even have the courage to scream. It was hard for him to stabilize his body while riding on the horse, preventing himself from falling.
"Hurry..." With a cry in his voice, General Zorn, after a few minutes, used his voice that had changed its flavor to squeeze out a weak sentence, but in his opinion, he had exhausted all his strength and shouted.
: "Go and call General Moss..."
"Help, give me a hand..." Prince Alan Lombak, who already felt like he was about to pee his pants, was even more unbearable than General Zorn at this time. He felt that his legs were no longer in control and he even wanted to turn over.
I couldn't even get off my horse and find a place to sit down.
At the end of a wilderness, on top of the majestic city of Maritsa, stood a row of giant trees. These giant trees stood like masts, and at their highest point, there was a huge, ferocious dragon head.
Some of these giant dragons' heads had blood-filled mouths, some had their mouths closed and their eyes rolled up. All the dragon heads were covered in blood, and some even flowed down the giant tree for a while before the blood dried up.
On the city wall under these dragon heads, dried blood is sprinkled on the city wall like a waterfall, making these cold city walls even more terrifying. This is not the Maritsa that General Zorn is familiar with. This is simply the dragon's graveyard.
It is a carnival place for dragon slayers.
Maritsa, which should have ceased to exist, is still lying in the wilderness, like a sleeping giant, exuding a savage atmosphere that has never been seen before. Those towering giant trees are like this giant beast.
The spikes on its back represent death.
But the heads of those seemingly invincible dragons are now hung on the city wall, and their blood is poured on the crenellations of the city head. This is a provocation and a kind of contempt. For the first time, the mortal empire uses more bloody and barbaric methods.
A way to retaliate against the thousand-year-old enslavement of the Magic Empire.
Above the blood, the giant Irish King's flag from the largest loom production line of Seris Weaving Factory hung dazzlingly on the top of the city. The black King's flag was surrounded by blood. It looked so majestic and majestic. It seemed to represent
A will of steel, indestructible.
"They... they..." He tried hard to open his mouth to say something, but General Zorn suddenly found that his knowledge and experience could not support the scene in front of him. He really wanted to leave a harsh word.
However, he realized that this war seemed to be completely beyond his control.
Ailanthir has fought a bloody battle with the Holy Demon Empire to the end. As a mortal empire, Arant is struggling in a war between gods. No matter which side wins, it seems to have nothing to do with Arant.
It can't be said that it doesn't matter at all, because if Ailan Hill rises in the forbidden magic field, wouldn't this country be able to sweep through the mortal areas where the Magic Empire cannot intervene?
After acquiring more land and a larger population, will this Elan Hill grow into another magic empire? A terrifying "super empire" for mortals who do not hate the magic-free area. If Elan Hill
If we win, then a serious question will be placed in front of Arant: How to face such an empire?
Just when General Zorn was thinking wildly, General Moss had already ridden his giant horse covered in armor to the place where he could see the head of Maritsa City. He frowned and looked at the bloody dragon heads.
All faces were distorted.
He has a pretty good personal relationship with Ildor, and dragon knights have always been the most common means used by the Magic Empire to suppress the Mortal Empire. Now, these dragons that once crushed the Mortal Empire have become corpses one by one, being destroyed by people.
Demonstrations were held at the top of the city, and General Moss couldn't swallow this anger.
He wants revenge, he wants to avenge these dragon knights! He wants to completely destroy the city of Maritsa, turn it into a ruin, and turn it into a field of death. He will use blood to calm the anger in his heart! Thinking of this, Moss
He pulled hard on the reins of his horse, suppressed the lingering anger in his heart, and looked at Zorn beside him.
After a few seconds of silence, he squeezed out a question through his teeth that made General Zorn despair: "General Zorn! When can your army start attacking?"
