Chapter 607 (2/2)

He was naive and lively in his childhood, proud of being praised by his parents when he was young, proud of being a master when he was young, and happy when he married his teacher's daughter. He became a new leader of the school, greatly expanded the progress of technology, and enjoyed the large-scale promotion of his creation in China.

What a wonderful and smooth thing it used to be, but it's going to break up like a dream and sink into the abyss with this country.

Different from the ordinary mages in the lower level and middle level, the leaders of these factions, the peak of the power of the rurnas, the advocators and initiators of the war, are doomed not to be forgiven by the enemy. Once the cold frost joint war is defeated, they will have no shelter. Even if you escape here, the accompanying mice will be chased by the enemy until the end of your life.

”No, no, no! We can't accept such a failure. There must be a way out. There must be a way out. ” His voice was painful, unwilling and crazy.

”I'm going to see those two Highnesses.” The representative of the faction stumbled down the stairs and ran to a secret corner of the city.

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Outside the city, when the sun slowly rises from one side of the horizon, the faint glow pierces the mist on the field, and the gun tips and armor all over the mountains are also reflected in the sunlight.

At the top of these flagpoles are banners like banners, with pure white as the bottom and gold as the edge. In the middle is the emblem of clancia. At the same time, there are bright red streamers on both sides of the banner.

With the sea breeze blowing slightly, this flag opens a slanting arc in the air. The red ribbon shows the track of the wind and makes a strong wind sound. And such banners and flags, arranged in a line, are like a wind curtain, drowning everyone's field of vision.

Every hundred meters, there is a line of banners, like a wind curtain, one layer after another. Under these white gold wind banners, there is an endless array of iron soldiers.

In the face of countless legions with extremely poor vision, many of the defenders began to shake their legs and stand unsteadily, as if they would be crushed to pieces by this desperate army at any time.

At this point, with the bleak and distant bugle sounded, these stand like iron cast army slowly forward.

Step on——

The sound of neat footstep is like the huge hammer in the hand of God, beating the uneven earth. And with the advance of these soldiers, the flag also moved forward, like an avalanche of mountains and seas, bringing shock and oppression.

On the vast field, mana's glow is continuous, and the turbulent magic is like a boiling sea of fire. Even if there are many magic guns and mages shooting at the city, such an attack is like throwing stones in the sea, which is immediately crushed and submerged.

Even the Grand Army that Roland, the founder of the west wind, did not reach, was reached by a new country just a few years after the west wind burst.

It's just like the poem.

Banners, like the wind, form a white ocean over the wilderness.

And they go to glory and faith, to the end of the world.