With more than 30,000 people fighting against more than 100,000 people, the pressures and difficulties that need to be faced are obviously completely different from previous wars. However, in the king's view, this does not mean that they have no advantage. Contrary to Siold's need to attack urgently and quickly destroy Legrand's defense, Legrand only needed to hold his defense and prolong it as long as possible.
On the other hand, no matter how talented Theolde himself was and how remarkable his achievements as pope were, this was his first time at war. In the eyes of the officers, his strategic prowess was not far less important than his prayer for them before they set off.
This has nothing to do with status. War is a chess game of blood and head. No matter whether it is blood or identity, it is not enough to convince people. If you want to establish prestige, you need one indisputable victory after another.
Siold needs this.
He will not delay, and the Knights of the Temple will surely attack quickly, thereby establishing his personal prestige in this vast army.
This battle, for the Knights of the Temple, must be a sure thing, and they need a good start. For this reason, the target of the war will not be directly aimed at Jolin County, then it is a key, but relatively weak city, or a target they are otherwise sure of.
The main point of contention among the officers was whether the target would be Douro City, east of Yollin County, or Newt City.
- Of course, some people think that the Knights Temple is mainly to protect the safety of the Pope, and should be in the rear of the army, rather than going into battle in the early stage.
In the midst of the dispute, the House Chief hurried into the war room.
He reported something in a low voice beside the king, the king nodded, leaving the staff to continue the discussion, and left the conference room together with the chief of internal affairs.
"He was a slave, escaped from Putao, through the Kava Mountains on the right side of the Kava Plain."
The House Chief made a succinct summary as he walked.
The officers, accustomed to the king himself in deliberation, abruptly left the meeting room.
Although the Eternal Knights were destroyed in the king's premeditated ambush, as one of the elite of the Holy Court, they also caused some trouble for the king. When they attacked the city and swept the land along the route of the last rebellion, in addition to looting the township, they also did the task that the vanguard should complete—
They completely destroyed the outposts they passed, and burned down the temporary observation towers.
The eye used by Legrand's army to determine the movement and purpose of the enemy's army was destroyed in the advance of the Eternal Knights, who provided a crucial foreshadowing of the subsequent Holy Army invasion.
In this case, in order to get news of the invaders, the king had to find another way.
In the past, it was not easy for ordinary people to meet the king. And this time, the king received all those who came to inform him of the invaders - whether they were commoners or slaves. [1] The chief of the house who followed the king knew better than anyone how far the king had achieved for the victory of this war.
Heroes of the ancestors, please protect Your Majesty and Legrand.
Seeing the king's increasingly cold face since the beginning of the war, the house chief prayed sincerely.
He saw how a young monarch gradually turned into a cold-blooded monarch who would never make a sound.
Not all the information provided by everyone is valuable, and all the House Chief can do is to help the king to confirm whether these audiences will pose a danger to the king. In addition, the authenticity and value of the news can only be judged by the king himself. And often, if one or two of the ten messages are valuable, it is already very good.
However, this time, the slave named "Al" brought important news to the king.
In the process of escaping, he once saw some local priests rushing towards the port of Putao in horse-drawn carriages.
"Priest?"
The king frowned slightly.
After Alle withdrew, the king pondered for a while, then turned to the chief of the interior and said, "Send a letter to Hered City immediately, and the attack on the pier of the Throne can start early."
"You think the Blessed Ones will assist the Templars to leave Hrid City and launch an attack?"
The chief of internal affairs understood the hidden information in the king's order, and his expression changed slightly.
From the beginning of the war to the present, the Blessed One has not appeared on the battlefield of Legrand. Previously, the Chief of Internal Affairs also responded with an optimistic attitude, believing that this was because hell and the angels were at war, and the angels would not come to the battlefield again. But listening to the king at this moment, it seems that although the angels are in a stalemate with hell and cannot appear on the ground to sweep Legrand in the form of legions, there are still a few angels who can continue to descend to the world through the way of the Blessed One.
The king did not answer.
He looked out the window.
Whether it is him or the Rose family, there are too many past events and hatreds with angels and gods. And this time, if Theold wanted to continue to control the angels to intervene in the human battlefield, no matter which angel set foot on Legrand's land, his head would be beheaded.
The house chief only felt that the profile of the king's face became sharp at this moment.
The icy blue eyes with the logo of the Rose family are like a knife that is slowly unsheathed in the darkness, and the cold light on the blade flickers faintly.
The fate of mortals is handed over to mortals, and whoever wants to intervene, he will cut off anyone's hand.
…
Meng La folded his wings, swooped down from the sky, and landed on the pier of Blackrock King City.
Captain Hawkins, who was transformed into a dead creature, sat on the top of the mast with grass roots in his mouth, watching the huge crow turn into a handsome young man when he landed, and greeted him briskly.
Meng La threw a golden heart in his hand to the Dragon Wing battleship, and turned a deaf ear to Captain Hawkins' greeting.
During this period of time, Meng La can be considered to have a first-hand experience of what this pirate captain of Volway is. Meng La firmly believed that the reason why he was able to serve as His Majesty's admiral was all because of his shamelessness.
The dragon on the bow of the dragon-winged battleship with autonomous consciousness opened its mouth like a real dragon and swallowed the golden heart. After the heart was swallowed by the dragon-winged battleship "Novel", the speed of recovery of the damage on the battleship accelerated several times.
The alchemists of a thousand years ago used the dragon as the prototype to create the dragon-winged battleship.
The daily life of warships and pirates is just an appearance, but they actually retain the ferocity and bloodthirsty of dragon creatures. In the habit of the evil dragon, it often likes to devour the enemy that hurts itself to make up for its own damage, and the dragon-wing battleship also retains this.
They are wounded by angels, so they feed on angels and feed themselves back.
Full of raw brutality and violence.
Hawkins sat on the mast, humming a little tune and watching his partner recover little by little, with a lingering haze hidden deep in his eyes.
The fate of the pirates is the endless cycle of revenge and death battle. If any unlucky guy becomes a pirate one day, he will have to get used to the fickleness of the sea. The guy who swigs with you today may die by an unfortunate arrow tomorrow.
It's nothing, they all know it's a pirate.
Grela perished with the Throne, and most of his remaining crew was destroyed in the Battle of Kothsoya Harbor... It's nothing, he's used to avenging those who have left.
"Fuck it's nothing!"
Hawkins jumped from the mast and stepped on the deck, yelling furiously.
Monra glanced at him.
Okay, this guy is going crazy again.
If it weren't for the shackles of the dragon-winged battleship, some time ago, he ran to the battlefield where the angels and the army of death were fighting in hell, trying to find his crew and partners from the long river where he didn't know how many undead were stacked. There might be something wrong with his brain.
Once the undead enter hell, they can no longer be resurrected and can never leave hell again.
This is the eternal law between heaven and earth.
The reason why the previous crew members were able to return to the battleship and become undead pirates was because they had a contract with the battleship, and they had the power of Grela, and finally the king's approval. they can leave. And now
The current hell is a battlefield that couldn't be more chaotic.
A steady stream of undead climbed up from the long river, assisting the death army and the angels to fight. The angel's flame was like a meteor shower, dragging its long tail and falling towards the boiling hell. The blood race servants and the archangels have also joined the battlefield. After the high-level forces of the two sides participated in the battle, every collision of forces was enough to clear all the creatures in that area.
Who knows how many of the undead in the emptied area are old antiques from centuries ago, and how many are newly dead people in the battlefield on earth
The war between angels and hell is the collision of order and chaos.
In such a collision, everything seems to be destroyed.
Thinking, Meng La looked up at the sky.
He suddenly frowned.
He noticed that three of the Seraphs in the clouds had disappeared.
But soon Mengla breathed a sigh of relief.
Because the devil also disappeared.
…
"Good evening, Your Majesty"
The devil's brisk voice sounded.
The earth is shrouded in darkness, the sky and the earth are dim, it is the time of the devil.
The king stood in front of the battle map, put his hand on the table, and looked down at the mark on it. Hearing a familiar voice behind him, he glanced back.
Compared with the past, he has a bloody smell that has not yet dissipated. It seemed that he had just come down from the battlefield, and blood was dripping from the edge of his black dress at the moment. He didn't know if it was his own or the enemy's.
The king raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at the blood dripping on the ground, and said nothing.
"I am glad that you have followed our contract so far."
The devil walked over calmly, took the king's hand naturally, and dropped a kiss on it.
The king looked at him and said nothing.
"Of course... I also remember that you only had one scepter."
The devil added another sentence.
The author has something to say: [1] "Whether it's day or night, whether you're sleeping, eating, or bathing, never refuse to see free men or slaves who say they can give you news of an intruder." - Leo "Tactics" of the VI