01.
When Hill and Colonel Lennon came to the front line, the Dijon tribe was organizing the third attack.
At this time, it was daylight, and the Dijon cavalry came galloping like snowflakes, and the soldiers of Mülheim made long-range attacks with bows and arrows.
The supreme general here, Carl Richard, has a young face full of tiredness, one of his arms is wrapped in a bandage around his neck, and his face is pale from blood loss. He is reporting the current situation to the grand maester: "No Using magic, the other party has a device that shields or even reflects magic, and the mages will be backlashed. Demons can’t get close, they have charms that have been blessed by the God of Light. We have used up half of our magic spar, and now I don’t want to Use the magic crystal gun, but you have to use it."
Hill didn't listen carefully to Carl's words. He had already learned this information from the dark elves on the way here. He squinted his eyes and looked at the Dijon cavalry over there. His body was steaming with heat, his eyes were blood red, and there was nothing in his eyes except beastly madness.
Arrows flew towards him, he waved the scimitar in his hand, and a fish that slipped through the net pierced his thigh, but he didn't have the idea of backing down at all, he muttered something in his mouth, he was moving forward desperately directed at.
Hill turned his gaze to the person behind him again.
These people are different from the prairie cavalry that Hill imagined. They are dressed in rags, and they seem to be old, weak, and sick, but their aura is no less than that of young people.
They are cannon fodder. Hill thought so in his mind. These people do it on purpose...
"These people are used to consume your magic spar and arrows." The voice of the Grand Scholar Lennon sounded, speaking what Hill was thinking.
Carl Richard's face became even paler: "I also have this idea, but even these old, weak, sick and disabled, they can kill my men when they go crazy, so I have to use the same tactics as dealing with normal enemies Go deal with them."
"Our soldiers..." Grand Maester Lennon frowned, watching this scene from the roof of the outpost.
"Our soldiers are brave, but the enemy is not brave, but crazy." Karl said.
Those Dijon cavalry stepped on the corpses of their companions and rushed here, getting closer and closer, Hill could see their faces clearly without using magic, but they didn't shout or howl, everyone muttered words, and walked towards the quiet place here. reunion. The Mülheim soldiers also did not roar, and Hill heard a Mülheim officer shout: "Set up the shield wall!"
A few seconds later, there was a dull collision sound.
The Dijon cavalry were like hungry beasts walking out of the grasslands. Behind them was a violent snowstorm. They could not turn back. In front of them was the shield wall of Mülheim. They could not move forward. roared like a wild animal, and then, with a powerful burst of despair, the shield wall trembled.
"Since last night..." Carl stopped speaking halfway through, and Hill and the grand maester didn't care about this, and they were all staring at the battlefield at the moment.
The roars of the Dijon cavalry had overwhelmed the blizzard, and the heat on their bodies was rising even more. Hill frowned and felt it for a few seconds, and said, "This is burning life."
"Burning life?" The grand maester repeated, and he looked at Carl: "Does the Dijon tribe have such a secret technique?"
Carl was a little dazed: "I have been here for two years, and I have never seen such a secret technique."
"It's the church." Hill frowned. He subconsciously thought of 'Angels Arriving' and felt that there were some similarities between the two.
As soon as Hill finished speaking, the crumbling shield wall couldn't withstand it and collapsed, but behind the shield wall was the Mullheim army with spears, and the Dijon tribe had only overcome the second hurdle.
One of the Dijon cavalry rushed up with a cheer, and the spear pierced his chest, but he still cheered, and he went on, so the spear pierced deeper and deeper, and the wound grew wider. The Mullheim soldier holding the spear felt a chill in his heart, and saw the Dijon soldier walking up to him, raising the scimitar in his hand. The next second, the Dijon soldier was pierced by multiple spears, and his scimitar slashed across the face of the previous Mullheim soldier, drawing a light bloodstain on his face, and then he This is not willing to die.
Similar scenes are constantly happening on this battlefield.
The death of Yin Hong, the icy blizzard, the crazy roar, weapons, shouts... Too many people died.
When the battle ended, it was already daylight, and the blizzard stopped. Looking from above the post, Mülheim's silver armor finally swallowed up the black torrent of the Dijon tribe. That piece of snow has been dyed red, and the smell of blood can be smelled here, which is disgusting.
Hill took a deep breath: "The smell of war." After speaking, he took the lead to go down from the post and walked to the battlefield.
The Grand Maester also wanted to follow, but was stopped by Karl: "Grand Maester, it's very dangerous there, and some Dijon people are not dead yet." His implication is obvious, some of them are not dead, as long as they have a breath, they will still fight for their lives murderous.
The Grand Maester froze for a moment, then nodded.
He is excellent in the overall situation, but he is not as good as the generals ahead in handling such details.
Hill's appearance has changed at this time. He has become a typical Mulheim nobleman, and he is also wearing noble armor. Karl didn't recognize him, but thought he was a general from Winter City. .
Hill successfully found a Dijon man who was still alive. When he bent down, the Dijon man suddenly opened his eyes and slashed at him with a knife. He caught the knife with his hand and crushed it. The Dijon man The man opened his mouth and bit his throat with his teeth. Hill grabbed him by the neck and pinned him to the ground. Hill needed to make sure of one thing: "You know what? Your chief is using you as cannon fodder."
"Cannon fodder?" The Dijon man coughed and laughed loudly: "We already knew that."
"Even so, are you still rushing up?" Hill asked, using magic in his words, the kind of magic that guides the other party to tell the truth.
"Before participating in the war, the chief told us that we would die, so what we need to do is to kill more people before we die. We need to use our bodies to block the arrows and magic crystals of the Mullheimers. They consume The more we fight, the more the troops behind us will survive."
"The army behind you..." Hill thought of some possibility: "Are you family members of the regular army?"
"No, we are the family of the army behind." Said the young Dijon child.
At this time, Carl Richard had already walked in front of Hill, his face was a little ugly, and normal people would feel uncomfortable hearing such words.
"How much do you know about the next plan?" Hill continued to ask.
"We will kill you all," said the Dijon soldier.
Hill closed his eyes, knowing that there was nothing to ask.
He drew the sword from Karl's waist and killed the Dijon soldier, then got up and looked around the battlefield. The Mülheim soldiers helped the wounded away, and at the same time repaired the knife on every Dijon corpse. The war was over, but the smell of blood was still strong.
"What's your plan next?" Hill asked Carl next to him.
Carl was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously replied: "Live."
This sentence echoes the "plan" of the Dijon soldier. Hill couldn't help but bend the corner of his lower lip, which piled up heavily and twisted into a smile.
At this moment, an adjutant came over there, and he reported to Carl Hui: "Commander, the reinforcements from the Dark Church have arrived."
Carl showed an excited expression: "How many of them are there? Who is the leader?" Hill brought the grand maester here directly and quickly came here with magic, and the reinforcements from Winter City have not yet arrived.
"A total of thirteen people," said the adjutant.
Carl frowned: "Forget it, it's always a good thing to have reinforcements..."
"The leader is the contemporary Dark Pope." The adjutant continued.
This time, Carl and Hill showed surprise expressions at the same time.
This seems to be the only good news heard today.
02.
The fireplace in the outpost was ablaze. When Hill walked in, he saw Monroe at a glance. Monroe was talking with Grand Maester Lennon. Carl Richard thought about it and gave Monroe a salute. It is the kind of ceremony that ordinary people use when they meet the Pope of Light. Back then, the Illuminati Church was the state religion in Mülheim, and people in Mülheim, whether they were believers or not, had to salute when they met the Pope. On the other side, Monroe accepted Carl's respectful gesture frankly.
Then the hot wine was brought up, and a glass of wine immediately dispelled the chill from his body.
Hill learned that Monroe had brought two of the five church ambassadors, Leona Bell and a newly promoted messenger, Foster Kay, and the other was the necromancer in the church. This lineup is already very luxurious, but whether it is useful is still open to question. After all, the people of Dijon this time carry the amulets of the Church of Light, which can prevent ordinary demons from attacking—but the followers of the Church of Darkness are human beings, and they may be able to break through the amulets.
After a brief meeting, Carl and the Grand Maester went to inspect, only Hill and Monroe were left in the room, and Hill drank the spirits in the glass again: "You came a bit late, you just finished a game, you didn't Saw that wonderful show."
"I smelled the blood and madness left in the air, enough to make me understand how tragic the show was just now," Monroe said.
"Isn't it heroic?" Hill asked.
"No." Monroe said, "To die for death's sake is not heroic, it's just tragic."
His calm words dispelled the haze in Hill's heart, and Hill sighed. He understood that he had been growing since time travel, and he grew faster after the war, but despite this, stepping into this epic After entering such a legendary world, he still felt unable to breathe.
Hill picked up the jug and tried to pour himself a drink, but found that the wine was gone.
Monroe left the room, and soon returned with a jug of wine, which he magically heated and poured for Hill. They were very close when they were pouring the wine, and Hill could smell the bitter fragrance of sagebrush, mugwort, and bitter orange on his body. Those herbs were burned day and night in the hall of the dark church, and over time, Monroe's clothes also Got that smell. In addition, there was a bitter scent of blood. It seemed that he was also stained with other people's blood when he came. The combination of the two flavors is fascinating.
Hill raised his eyes to look at Monroe's side face, and his heart moved: "Many of your thoughts now often exceed my expectations, and you didn't think like this before."
"I hope you're not accusing me." Monroe poured the wine with a steady hand. After pouring the wine for Hill, he put the jug aside. Hill reached out and touched it, and it felt very hot. If it was a human being It will be burned, and I don't know if Monroe feels pain. "If it's a duty, I'm going to complain that you're being unreasonable, Hill."
"Why do you say that?" Hill asked.
"Are you changing me, and then accusing me of changing?" Monroe asked.
"That's true..." Hill took the wine glass from Monroe's hand, this time he didn't drink it down, but took a sip, his throat burned by the strong alcohol was a little hot, "But I don't think so, In fact, I like hearing you say things that don't surprise me."
"Yeah?"
"Yes. It will make you more attractive," Hill said.
"I'm honored to have attracted you." Monroe smiled.
After talking casually with Monroe, Hill felt that he had completely calmed down, and the almost cold reason returned to him. He grabbed Monroe by the collar and forced him to bend down, and then he kissed him The corner of his lips: "The latest information, this group of Dijon people are all cannon fodder, they know that the next batch of Dijon people are high-level cannon fodder, they are relatives, and the next one is the Dijon regular army— If the chief hadn't lied to them."
Monroe frowned slightly: "This is really amazing... But do you have to say this at this time."
"Because I like to spoil the scenery." Hill blinked, kissed the corner of his lips again, and then pushed him aside with a cautious look: "I and the demons will not participate in this war for the time being. For reasons you know, the church is absolutely prepared, and at the same time I have a feeling in my heart that their actions are more than that. We must win, Monroe."
"I know." Monroe nodded. "We will win. My Lord."
The wind and snow outside had completely stopped, and the clouds had parted, revealing the icy blue sky.
The icy sun shines on this snow field.
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