"The weather is good today, the sunshine is very good." Creek looked up at the sky, stretched out his hand to block the dazzling sunlight, and said with a smile, "I thought it would be very cold in the north, but it turned out okay."
Spencer sighed and turned his gaze to the orc position in the distance. He saw the vast army was boundless and mighty as a mountain, which was intimidating. Looking back at his own side, there were quite a lot of people, but the formation was obviously a bit scattered. , the momentum is scattered and there is no sense of unity.
It's like a piece of steel and a piece of stone. At first glance, they look about the same size and seem to be quite strong, but in fact they are very different. The two collided head-on, just once or twice. If they collided a few more times, the broken pieces would definitely be rocks.
"It's really amazing that you can still laugh at this time!" He finished sighing and said to his friends beside him, "When the fight breaks out later, I will find an opportunity to charge towards the Orc Emperor's banner. How can you do this?" Don’t follow me so stupidly!”
"Huh? I thought we were friends, didn't you?" Creek said in astonishment, "As one of my only close friends, do you shamelessly throw away the code of chivalry when you see the honor and want to take it all for yourself? It?"
Spencer laughed at the shocked and angry look on his face, and punched him on the shoulder: "How long has it been, and you are still telling jokes. Are you not a scholar, but a bard?"
"I am a believer of His Majesty the Eternal Song. Isn't it normal to be able to be a bit of a bard?" Creek smiled and hit his shoulder. "Good friend, this is probably the first time in our lives. This is the last time we fight side by side. Let me share your honor a little bit."
"What's the point of seeking death?"
"Is it possible that if I don't charge with you, I won't die?" Creek sneered, "It's the same as death, so why not accompany you in the charge? I once heard a saying from a bard, 'Escape is also death. , Fighting is also about dying. Since you are going to die no matter what, it is better to do something big and die vigorously. What do you think of this?"
"Very good, but it's a bit too long as an epitaph." Spencer nodded, smiled and said, "I have already explained that my epitaph is 'From birth to death, he was always like a knight.' .”
Crick raised his eyebrows: "Then my epitaph is 'He lived like a poet and died like a knight'. What do you think?"
Spencer was silent for a moment and sighed softly: "What a pity! I will go to the Kingdom of the Lonely Guardian, and you will go to the Kingdom of Eternal Song. Otherwise, we will still have a chance to drink for such a wonderful epitaph. Woolen cloth."
"Why are you talking about such a bad topic?" a knight next to him yelled, "I don't plan to die here! I also plan to take off the head of the Orc Emperor and hang it in my living room until he is old enough to lose his sword. When I can’t lift it anymore, I point it at it and brag to my children and grandchildren!”
Crick and Spencer laughed together, and the knights around them laughed too.
Under the banner of the orc army, Emperor Yunero looked at the human formation and couldn't help but smile.
"Your Majesty, have you thought of anything happy?" the guard asked curiously.
"Victory is close at hand, of course I am happy." The emperor said with a smile, "Look at the enemy army. Although there are many people, their formation is very chaotic. There is obviously a disconnect between the forward and the central army; although the two wings are elite, there are not enough people; the rear is not large enough. The army is in a mess, and they all look like civilians. Look at our side, not only are there more people than them, but the formation is also much more orderly than them. This battle does not need to be fought, the outcome is clear at a glance. "
The guard looked at both sides and saw that it was indeed the case. He couldn't help but laugh: "Your Majesty is so wise and powerful! You can tell the outcome before the fight even starts!"
However, at this moment, Sad Wind, who was covered in a green grass robe, spoke: "There is nothing absolute about war. If the victory or defeat can be judged by looking at the strength and formation of both sides, then human beings are still stuck in the realm of wizards. What’s the time?”
She was talking about the decisive battle between the new magic army and the wizard army led by Lamperus. At that time, there were more than ten legendary strongmen in the wizard army, nearly a hundred high-level wizards, mid-level wizards and wizards. Thousands of arcane warriors have been trained, and they are supported by a large army that is well-trained and well-equipped. As for the New Magic Army, the only legendary strongman was Lamperus. Later famous masters such as Beifeng and Yibuwei were only high-level mages at that time. The number of the army was much smaller and the equipment was also poor. Many, although their morale is high, their training level is indeed far inferior to their opponents.
If Emperor Yunero said it, the result of that battle should be a victory for the wizard army. But in fact, after a desperate fight between the two sides, it was the new magic army led by Lamperus who had the last laugh.
Although Beifeng later parted ways with her teacher due to different ideas, she was always proud of following her teacher and defeating the wizarding era. When I heard the emperor's words at this moment, I couldn't help but think of that past incident and couldn't help but make sarcastic remarks.
The emperor's face darkened slightly and he frowned, but he did not refute him verbally, and even stopped the angry guards with his eyes.
The majesty of the orc emperor is completely ineffective against people like the Great Druid of Sad Wind. She said whatever came to her mind, and unless she wanted to fall out, she could only endure it.
What's more, what if they fall out? He could feel that the Great Druid of Sad Wind was also a strong man who had crossed the gate of immortality. Unless he disobeyed the order of His Majesty the Sky-Swallowing Dog and unlocked the hidden power seal, even if he took the Staff of Confinement, It is not possible to keep her.
This archdruid is not only a top expert in natural magic, but also a top figure in the field of magic. He is also a powerful ranger. He has no weaknesses in melee, long-range attacks or spells. More importantly, even he couldn't be sure that the "Druid of Sad Wind" standing here was herself and not a clone.
Many of the powerful people who have crossed the gate of immortality like to hide their true bodies in safe places and concentrate on pursuing godhood. They usually only send out avatars to move around in the world. Perhaps the same is true for Beifeng...
On the other side, Woods Igor frowned deeply as he looked at the formation of the orc army that was as stable as a mountain.
He knew that this battle was probably going to be lost.
But, he must fight!
As the king of the Eagle Kingdom, others can admit defeat and surrender, but he cannot.
What's more... it's just death, what's there to be afraid of
Thinking of His Majesty's promise to him, he couldn't help but smile.
The knights nearby couldn't help but rejoice when they saw His Majesty the King smiling confidently in the face of such a disadvantage. Although they could see that the situation was unfavorable, and although they could not think of any way to win, at least their morale had improved.
In the sky, the air forces of both sides that had taken off early were facing each other. On the human side are giant eagles, griffins, and air force knights, and on the orc side are flying monsters and air force knights.
In terms of quantity, there are not particularly many orc air knights, but the flying monsters have an absolute advantage over the giant eagles and griffins. According to general rules, in a battle like this, the human side may be able to withstand it at first, but when the knights lose too much, they will not be able to withstand it.
Leon, who was riding a griffin, didn't pay much attention to the dark flying monsters and air knights in the opposite sky. His eyes fell on the ground, staring at the man under the golden crown eagle.
I haven’t seen him for decades, and that person is already old. At the beginning, he was only less than ten years older than me. Now, he is still as young as before, but his temples are already gray. The years have left deep traces on his body, washing away the vigorous spirit of the past, leaving only the gloomy twilight.
If you just look at the back, he looks a bit like my grandfather...
Leon sighed secretly in his heart, and tightened his hand on the scimitar that was temporarily inlaid with magic gems and had a "weight reduction" effect.
This scimitar is a relic of Altaïr, the first assassin in the Orc Empire, and also his trophy. In the previous scouting battle, he had used this scimitar to chop off the heads of more than thirty orc warriors, as " Lean "Kill the Leopard" has gained great fame. So now he is a member of the most noble air force knights in the Eagle Kingdom, riding a royal griffon whose strength is comparable to high-level warcraft. This griffon is not like ordinary griffons, with only its head being white. Instead, its entire body is covered with white feathers, and the feathers on its head are even more brilliant, as if it is wearing a crown - "Royal This is where the name "Griffin" comes from.
It was obvious that this griffin was not the type that had been trained for a long time, and it was very reluctant to accept this knight at first. But when it felt the true aura revealed by Leon, it immediately became tame and obedient, as if it had been trained for a long time.
No one knows why, except Leon and the mute griffin.
Leon gently touched the feathers on the griffin's back and whispered to it: "When the fight starts, just rush forward and don't get entangled with those guys who are not worth mentioning, you know?"
The gryphon nodded and let out a cheerful cry.
As a powerful creature known for its bravery, it likes nothing more than to attack, attack, and attack again. Especially attack those powerful enemies, knock them down, tear them apart with their powerful iron beaks and claws, and cheer for victory in the blood.
My own knight not only possesses the friendly and comfortable aura unique to the descendants of the eagle, but also possesses outstanding strength and fearless courage. This is really an appetite for it!
Leon couldn't help but smile when he heard the joyful cry of his mount.
"You guy," he said, "You are obviously just a gryphon, but you have the heart of a giant dragon!"
The clever gryphon understood his praise and responded with a proud cry.
At this moment, the Orc Empire's military flag moved and slowly advanced forward.
That was the order to attack.
The next moment, the flags of the Eagle Kingdom also moved tit for tat, advancing without showing any signs of weakness.
The soldiers on both sides let out deafening roars and launched a charge towards death or victory.
The murderous intent was so high that even the bright sunshine was eclipsed by it.