Three months later, the former capital of Rurna, Mozwa.
The morning breeze flows through the air, bringing water mist and coolness in the distance.
The towering city wall was silent, not without people. In fact, the city wall was almost full of soldiers and extraordinary people who were waiting in battle. The most excellent armor in the Frost Union is not only light, but also not low in defense.
Now these soldiers in the city are gathered on the layered city wall that stretches for more than ten kilometers, and they are looking out of the city.
On the morning mist-filled wilderness, you can see the neatly terrifying square formations from the slightly revealed outlines, and even the tip of the iceberg that is occasionally revealed in the clouds and fog shows the huge number of people in it.
When 100 people line up, people will feel neat and beautiful, when 1000 people line up, people will feel heroic, when 10,000 people line up neatly, people will feel a heavy sense of oppression, and when 10 people line up, people will feel a heavy sense of oppression. When tens of thousands of people form a line several kilometers long, fill your field of vision, and trample the earth, there will be a shocking sense of suffocation.
And in the end, when the number reaches 1 million, the army advancing layer by layer will be like mountains and plains, never ending, the flags flying will rise and fall like a real ocean, and the sense of personal insignificance will be overwhelmed by this almost desperate devoured by the gigantic.
It is hard to imagine how such a huge army and warriors can be so neat and consistent. Under that terrifying discipline, each one's standing posture and long spears are like cast iron, while the rows of sharp gun blades and armor , In the shimmering light of the morning light, terrifying shimmering waves are reflected, the ocean of steel, the waves of blades, and the endless layers of military formations.
Even if these large armies have not yet attacked, they are just standing quietly on the field outside the city. That sense of oppression is like falling from the sky, pressing down on the hearts of all the defenders.
"I...we...really...want to fight against such...enemy...enemy...?" a young soldier asked his companion beside him with trembling teeth. Even the fine musket and armor newly issued by Li in his hand could not give him any sense of security.
"I pray...don't do this." The soldier next to him took a deep, trembling breath, then closed his eyes and prayed, hoping that the big man above would simply admit defeat. After all, they were all members of the Seven Kingdoms of Xuehua, so they shouldn't abuse their opponents like the Green Empire.
On the other side, on the Twelve Clock Tower of Mozwa, several representatives of the faction wearing dark clothes watched the scene in the distance.
"Has this day finally come?" The voice of a mage representative was sad, lost, and sad.
"Crancia's army of 1.2 million has surrounded the entire city, and we have no way out except the southern coast."
"I'm afraid the sea route is just another abyss. Don't forget our old friends and opponents, those from the Young Moon Council, must be waiting for us at sea."
"As of now, even if I invite those Sequence 9 His Royal Highnesses to come off, I'm afraid it will be irreversible. According to our information and the vague perception outside the city, there are also four Sequence 9s behind the opponent's array."
"The new pope is here too. Although the church cannot interfere with the world, she can take over the name of the Society of Sages to stop a few of our adults from ending."
"In this way, our last resistance seems to have become a joke, haha... cough cough cough." There was bitterness and coughing in the laughter, the mage was afraid of hitting the guardrail in front of him, and the old face did not know When did you shed tears.
"Why, why, it turned out like this in the end." There was imitation, loss, and unwillingness in the voice.
"Could it be that the inheritance of more than ten generations of theories and concepts will be cut off by my hands?" Another representative of the mage sat slumped in a chair beside him, with his back against the cold wall, staring blankly at the dome in the tower. scenes emerged in my mind.
The innocence and liveliness of childhood, the pride when I was praised by my parents when I was young, the pride when I entered the master's door when I was young, the happiness when I married the teacher's daughter as a wife, became the new leader of the school, greatly expanded the progress of technology, and created my own creations in The joy of large-scale promotion in the country.
How beautiful and smooth everything was in the past, but these are about to shatter like a dream and sink into the abyss with this country.
Unlike those soldiers at the bottom and ordinary mages in the middle, the leaders of these factions, the pinnacle of the power of the Ruerna country, the advocates and initiators of the war, are destined to not be forgiven by the enemy, and once the Frost and Frost United defeat, They will have nowhere else to go. Even if they escape from here, their future companions will be chased by the enemy like mice until the end of their lives.
"No, no, no! We can't accept such a failure, there must be a way, there must be." His voice was painful, unwilling, and crazy.
"First Evolution"
"I'm going to see those two Highnesses." The representative of the faction stumbled down the stairs and ran towards a hidden corner of the city.
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Outside the city, as the sun slowly rose from one side of the horizon, a faint glow pierced through the haze on the field, and the spear points and armor that covered the mountains and plains also reflected a dazzling light under the sunlight.
Long poles with a height of nearly 20 meters are arranged in the military formation. At the top of these flagpoles, there is a banner that looks like a banner. The bottom is pure white, and the golden ear is the edge. At the same time, there are bright red streamers on both sides of the banner.
As the sea breeze blew slightly, the flags opened a sloping arc in the air, and the red ribbon showed the trajectory of the wind, making a strong wind sound. And such banners are arranged in a line, like a wind curtain, drowning everyone's vision.
Every 100 meters, there are banners that form a line, like a wind curtain, layer by layer. Below these layers of golden spikes on a white background is an endless cast iron army formation.
In the face of the uncountable legions of the extreme field of vision, many of the defenders began to tremble their legs and stand unsteadily, as if they would be crushed into pieces of mud by this almost desperate army at any time.
At this point, with the sound of the desolate and distant horn, these upright army formations like cast iron slowly advanced.
tread-
The sound of neat footsteps was like a giant hammer in the hands of the gods, beating the uneven ground. And as these soldiers advanced, the flags moved forward, as if overwhelming, bringing shocking oppression.
On the vast field, Mana's radiance is connected together, and the turbulent magic is like a sea of boiling flames. Even if there are many magic cannons and mages shooting at the city's head, such an attack is like throwing stones in the sea. Instantly minced and submerged.
Even the majestic army that Roland, the founding monarch of the West Wind, could not achieve, was achieved by a new country just a few years after the destruction of the West Wind.
Also as depicted in the poem.
Flags like the wind form a white sea in the wilderness.
And they marched toward glory and faith to the end of the world.