In the southern border of Zenit, the temporary camp of the Zenit people, in the tent of the central commander.
The officers of Zenit gathered together, and the leader was the second prince of the empire, Dominguez. He was indeed the supreme officer in command of the southern border campaign.
However, Prince Dominguez and the generals focused their attention on another person at this time.
"Mr. Aryang, can we just give way again and again like this? This group of damned Barcelona bastards, they are simply a group of cold-blooded demons. It's just less than two days. Wherever they pass, the butcher's knife is held high. Massacred hundreds of thousands of innocent civilians of the empire..."
Dominguez's eyes were bloodshot, and when he was angry, his handsome and unparalleled face became hideous.
Under everyone's gaze, the old Aryan from Chambord city also frowned tightly, revealing a thoughtful expression.
As early as a year ago, when he was fighting against the Allied Forces of the Ten Great Empires, old Aryang led the Chambord Expeditionary Army and cooperated closely with the Second Prince. His outstanding military talents had already conquered many people. During the war, everyone's trust and dependence on him reached the extreme. It can be said that his words and deeds determine the fate of the entire army.
After thinking about it, Aryang said bitterly: "After all, the people of Barcelona are a ninth-level empire. They are as skilled as clouds, and their military equipment is obviously superior to ours. If we fight hard, we will definitely lose. Of course, they are not without flaws." , if a battle of more than 500,000 levels can be carried out within three days, coupled with the cooperation of Mr. Hasselbaink, regardless of all costs, I am confident that the Barcelona people who will set foot on the territory of the empire, Total annihilation, but…”
Speaking of this, most people in the tent already understood what the military division meant.
Insufficient troops!
The second prince can only mobilize the two main battle regiments [Southern Border Battle Group] and [Blizzard Legion], plus some private soldiers from subordinate countries, mercenaries and refugees recruited temporarily, the combined strength of all of them is less than ten Although the Zenit Empire has recruited troops in the past one or two years, and its military strength has increased dramatically, the command of most of the troops is still in the hands of the great prince Arshavin, the imperial military god. He wants to mobilize more than fifty soldiers. An army of 10,000 people, with the military power of the second prince, is still unable to do it.
Originally, the military equipment and combat effectiveness of the Barcelona people had surpassed the Zenit army by several margins. If the quality could not be compensated by the number of people, a head-on confrontation, involving all the two legions in front of them, would be nothing more than hitting a stone with an egg.
It seems that the best way is to continue guerrilla harassment according to the tactics of the past two days, slow down the advancing speed of the Barcelona army, and then send a rescue team to the imperial capital, and wait until the military department and Emperor Yassin make a decision.
After all, what everyone is facing today is not the coalition forces of a dozen ordinary empires in the past, but a ninth-level empire, the Barcelona Empire known as the number one on the mainland!
This is a real giant, even the Lyon Empire is not enough to look at in front of this behemoth.
The situation is unprecedentedly severe.
There are still some people who put their hopes on King Chambord, the warrior saint of the empire, but only a few people such as the old Aryang know that His Majesty left Chambord more than 20 days ago to visit the Beamon orcs in an extremely distant place. family.
"I hope His Majesty can come back in time."
Old Aryan prayed silently in his heart.
Although he is a famous general in the world, he has always been extremely confident, but he did not know when he became dependent on this magical king. It seemed that only the king was in charge, and his heart would be more stable...
The land of exile, the city of Beamon.
Fei's curiosity was quickly satisfied.
Before the High Priest Fox brought Fei and the others back to the inn where they lived, the swan beauty from the Bode family who had accompanied Ernst to play tennis before hurried over, said something to Nash, and then everyone turned around , and returned to the square of [Beast Temple].
At this time, more than a thousand orc warriors and strong men gathered here.
The night wind was blowing, and the square was filled with solemnity and murderous intent.
Seeing Fei and the others coming, Ernst didn't bother to explain anything, and immediately someone beside him brought over the flying mount and carried Fei and the others on board. Under the cover of the night, thousands of people soared into the sky and headed toward [ Galloping deeper in the Exiled Lands.
"The metal storm and the bad water swamp in the center of the earth have changed, and the horror beasts inside have started to riot... Maybe this is what the existence has arranged for a long time ago. You should go and have a look."
On the way, Ernst was very busy all the time, discussing something with the orc patriarchs of the top ten golden races, and only had time to quietly explain this sentence to Fei.
Fei was thoughtful.
The flying mounts of the orcs are extremely steeds, and all of them are chosen for their flying speed, which can fly hundreds of miles in an instant.
After flying for about six or seven hours in a row, there were no traces of Beamon orc activities on the land below. It was a vast desert, uninhabited, and on the horizon not far ahead, a huge bright red wall rushed forward. The sky went straight up, like a fence on the edge of the world, blocking the space between the sky and the earth.
"It's almost here, everyone pay attention!"
Someone shouted loudly in front, and the team's flight speed gradually slowed down.
A group of people landed about ten kilometers away from the bright red wall.
At this time, Fei could see very clearly what the huge red wall was, it turned out to be quicksand blown in the sky by a terrible tornado.
The grains of sand should have metal components, and after being oxidized by the wind and sun, they turn bright red, rolling in the air like boiling blood. What's even more strange is that the hurricane that whirls the red sand grains is just in place. Rolling, ten kilometers away, it seems that there is an invisible force in the dark, blocking the hurricane from continuing to move forward.
There were bursts of whistling and roaring sounds from the red sand and hurricane, exuding a violent aura, causing everyone's flying mounts to whine and back away.
"Let's go on foot!"
Pope Ernst sighed, and ordered more than a dozen followers to retreat with their mounts, while he led the crowd towards the desert rolling in the sky.
"This is [Metal Desert]."
Nash, the high priest of Fox, introduced: "There are countless tyrannical and ferocious ancient beasts, which the orcs call terrifying beasts. They basically don't have any intelligence, but they retain the instinct of killing and attacking. Beamon orcs have a lot of beasts Troops and checkpoints are set up around [Metal Desert], and His Majesty the Pope has also arranged a large number of totem arrays around to restrain the beasts, lest they rush out of the desert to slaughter the Beamon orcs."
At this time, Fei had the opportunity to ask: "Then what are we doing here? Did something special happen?"