Chapter 1962 (1/2)
On this day, the western frontier at the forefront of the war and the most elite third regiment of Celtic Empire gathered. The city wall of the western frontier, hundreds of meters high, stretches for hundreds of miles. Hundreds of high-level mages are nervously repairing the magic array. The forging masters from the dwarves set up one magic crystal gun after another. The Elven archers are wearing soft armor, and the paper bows patrol.
The Terran knights are ready to fight, the three dragons are hovering in the void, and the fury and barbarism of the orc army is also very quiet.
Looking at the West from the wall, it is like a wave of undead moving slowly, covering a large area of airspace. There are terrible bone dragons, liches, nightmare knights, zombies, and endless skeletons, forming an endless wave of undead.
Disaster of the dead!
The existence of countless races and countries is frightening. Every outbreak of the dead will devour one race after another. It is not only spread in one world, but also a nightmare for many races.
Thirty six elite legions of Celtic Empire, the third legion, which is known as the trump card, took over the defense of the western frontier three days ago. This is a mixed Legion composed of the lowest level five soldiers and mages, with a total number of 1.3 million. It is only a member of the regular army of the Legion, excluding the number of people who participate in the investigation, logistics and supply.
This war has lasted for more than 100 years. All the last creatures in this continent gathered near the capital of Celtic Empire, and 90% of the territory has been occupied by undead, demons, void monsters and so on.
The weak race has long been destroyed. The remaining races are the strongest fighters, mages, archers and assassins.
With the gradual destruction of the world, the racial estrangement in the past has become irrelevant.
Guarding the western frontier, Irving, the commander of the third Celtic legion, is a nine rank swordsman of the holy land. He comes from the tulip Duke family, one of the four Dukes of the Empire. He is 370 years old.
The youngest army commander of the Empire has been in charge of the third army for 120 years. This war lasted for more than 100 years. He is absolutely a witness. From the initial recruits of the third army, he has been promoted all the way to the current army commander, and has experienced thousands of wars.
But there has never been such an uneasiness as today. The endless wave of the dead will come down to the city one day at most. It is impossible to win with 1.3 million legions on hand.
Her Majesty's decree, no supplies, no support, no replacement.
The third army will fight to the last!
As the commander of the third legion, he has already issued a military order. No one will die, no city will fall!
He is not afraid of death!
But he was afraid of no hope!
Because this is a war with no end, no hope and no tomorrow.
One hundred and twenty years later, the soldiers of the third Legion did not know how many had been changed. All the soldiers recruited together in the past had died.
The city of the sky, the last fortress of the Empire, has gathered all the strong and resources of the Empire. There is master Merlin, the guardian of the Empire, who is known as the God of Dharma
The legendary mage of the Empire helped his Majesty King Arthur to build a huge magic empire. It has been brilliant for 30000 years, and finally it will come to an end.
Apart from master Merlin, all the thirteen Dharma gods of the emperor have died in battle, and thirty-nine demigod mages have fallen one after another. It is said that the strongest one who controls the natural calamity of the dead on the western border is an existence beyond the divine level, at least the 12th level
”Vanessa Merlin, commander of Owen's army, is here to help at the command of the king.”
There is an ice dragon floating above the sky. A valiant woman appears on its back. From the sky, it comes to the western city wall. Wearing a legendary blue magic robe and holding a two meter long magic wand in the palm, it is Vanessa Merlin, the deputy head of the imperial court mage group and one of her Majesty's guards.
He is the descendant of Merlin, the God of Dharma. He is a ten level semi God level mage.
”Wang Ling!”
”Miss Vanessa, please don't make a joke. Your majesty will never issue such a decree.”
”The order I received was no supplies, no support, no replacement, only a fight to the death.”
”Please go back! The war has come to the most cruel time. Don't let master Merlin distract you, because you are not sharing the worries of the Empire, but blocking the Empire. ”