Chapter 1145 (1/2)

When the thunderous cry resounded over the battlefield, the military camp near the river bank at the other end was another scene.

There is no uniform step of soldiers, no curse of knights and officers, no neighing of horses and the noise of wheels passing... The quiet barracks are like a dead city.

The motionless black haired wizard looked at the direction of the battlefield and looked at the horn Castle floating city hovering above the gem river.

After the war began, the few remaining fleets of the Empire would be loaded with kindling agents and alchemy bombs to launch a suicide attack on the ships of the Azores; The following floating city will be responsible for cleaning up, and cover a small warship to cross the sea of fire and deliver it to the outside of eboden, and enter the underpass from the drainage pipe at the sea entrance.

The plan is very simple, almost like suicide. You can guess with your heels that the enemy will ambush... But this is the only way to pass more than 20 people through the battlefield filled with soldiers without being found.

This is a battle that is doomed to be irreversible. The plan does not contain the option of retreat at all - there is no way to formulate a retreat plan without knowing the enemy's internal deployment. Everything can only be ”improvised” according to the situation.

In a quarter of an hour, the boat in charge of receiving arrived at the shore. Looking back, the black haired wizard looked at the team already ready behind him. Faces with completely different expressions were really touching.

With the exception of mentor Dalton and master elbird, all the remaining wizards are expressing the same emotion - fear with completely different expressions.

Every recruit on the battlefield will have the most common fear.

To be realistic, this is really inevitable - for almost the vast majority of wizards, war and battle should be something they can't encounter in their life. Mastering the power of emptiness doesn't need to kill, let alone kill with a knife.

The three wizard tower elders are slightly better. They can see that they are just a simple physiological reaction; The other four senior tutors have simply fallen into the fear of ”frightening themselves”, and colorful death methods are reflected in their pupils.

It's hard to believe that they can come back alive... Well, maybe even they don't believe it.

Sighing to himself, the dark haired wizard took a deep breath.

”Although every time I say this, I feel a little late, but...”

”Are you ready?”

”Yes --!!!”

The demon hunters responded with a uniform roar, while the elves and dancers dressed as warriors looked dignified and nodded slightly; The Wizards whose faces became paler and paler also nodded one after another.

This small team formed temporarily finally had an atmosphere that could be called ”morale” and ”cohesion”.

”Is there anyone else who wants to quit?”

The dark haired wizard spoke faintly again.

This time there was no response. Even the most trembling wizard closed his mouth and clenched his trembling fist to keep calm and avoid crying.

”Good, great.”

Nodding, Loren turned and applauded the crowd behind him: ”because it's too late even if you want to quit, so... Let's go.”

”Then try to come back alive!”

………………………………

”In the name of survival, the samurai draw their swords to meet the enemy -- -- -- -- -- --!!!!!!!!!!”

”Long live the saxophone empire for his majesty Brandon II --!!”

The roar of the trembling sky exploded under the dome at the same time, announcing the beginning of the battle of eboden.

Almost at the same time that the horn sounded, countless dazzling lights had ruled the sky above.

The bright lightsaber and transmitter dragging the tail flame, the light column across the sky, the stone gun burning the flame, the iron crossbow and arrow turning into a dark shadow tearing the air, and the tumbling and scattered oil tanks in the sky... Shine ten times brighter than the sun, which makes countless soldiers can't help lowering their heads and closing their eyes.

The next second is the sound that makes the whole world quiet.

”Boom, boom, boom, boom!”

The golden red sparks and dazzling light burst in the front of the military formations of both sides. The roaring flames and a flash of light column turned the solid earth into a random kneading toy and constantly changed its shape.

The terrible wave is like a sickle of death, sweeping every seemingly indestructible front with the rolling fire and gravel. The earth under your feet has become an uneasy water surface, rolling up the terrible ”huge wave” and swallowing up every tenacious soldier.

Human and hell, only in an instant!

There was no room to dodge... The flash across the sky even forced milaxis and the other two dragons to climb higher to avoid, overlooking the battlefield with ”light spots” shining under the clouds.

The original tactics of fierce battle with the enemy completely failed. The two sides bravely and angrily stepped into the battlefield. One minute after the explosion, they ”tacitly agreed” and hurriedly withdrew into their respective positions. They didn't dare to take another half step.

Even the most fearless soldiers have no courage to step into this hell when they see their robes ”disappear” in the sea of fire one by one.

All tactics, plans, arrangements and preparations are completely burned in this ”burning hell”; All the imperialists and Azores could do was throw more death to the enemy and let the enemy die faster than themselves.

A pillar of fire rises from the sky, one after another roaring iron crossbows and arrows tear the hot air, and beams of light shine on the earth... Between the explosion and scream, the roar and the tremor of torn flesh and blood, and in the hot air, the battle array is extinguished one after another.

For this decisive war, the Empire almost spared no expense to invest 25 kyauk lightsabers, 30 dwarf and alchemist strengthened counterweight catapults, nearly 100 torsion heavy catapults using silver helmet Mountain Technology... And the Azores on the other side almost did similar things.

Regardless of the consequences, both sides invested all the capital they could in this fateful war at one time, hoping to weaken the enemy on the opposite side as much as possible before the war... The imperialists and Azores who did not know the consequences of doing so jointly turned the battlefield into a burning purgatory!

They succeeded... In a sense, but also too successful, because they just need to continue ”persistence” and don't have to make direct contact with the enemy. They can send all the enemies to hell by projecting weapons alone.

”... there is no such good thing.”