Chapter 823: Attack (Part 1)

Almost at the same time, the foggy plane was already November

The office's crystal light halo flows, and a faint light illuminates the entire space.

This is a magic lamp, which can only be made by a level 5 mage or corresponding priest. The lamp formed can store energy, inject magic or magic energy into the lamp, and then it can be turned into a light source, and you can control it at will and adjust the brightness.

On the bookshelf, in the past few years, thick books or parchment scrolls have been densely lined up, and the air is filled with a faint fragrance of paper.

Bishop Kanrongpa is working here, but at this moment, Bishop Kanrongpa is sitting quietly on the backrest chair with his eyes closed and pondering.

The sudden knock on the door interrupted Bishop Lekanrongpa's meditation.

He frowned and said in a deep voice: "Come in."

The door was pushed open, and a priest came in. He stepped forward a few steps and bowed respectfully: "Master Bishop, Viscount Sarant is here to pay homage to you!"

"It's Viscount Sarant, please come in." Bishop Kanrongpa stood up and said, "I'll welcome it."

"Haha, no need." Haboba came in, he was very happy.

The mage tower has been established, and his level has been promoted to a level sixth mage.

A servant followed silently, saluting to the bishop without saying a word.

After the guest and the host were separated, the attendant did not leave.

Bishop Kanrongpa raised his eyebrows and didn't mind, just said, "Vissue Sarante, are you here this time because your preparations are completed?"

"Yes, the October winter wheat has been planted, and the fertilizer has been completed this month. The recruited troops have been prepared and can attack at any time."

"Do you think it's a thunder blow, or a scattered erosion?" Bishop Kanrongpa asked, asking.

"Thunder strike!"

"Oh, now the city and the church are arguing, you must have made a decision?"

Many insiders believe that priests can pray and receive divine arts in other places, which can gradually erode and plunder the population. After all, the enemy priests cannot cross the line, so they will win but not lose.

Haboba smiled. Of course he knew that this was not because Bishop Kanrongpa didn't understand, it was just an attitude.

"Of course, if we have occupied two to three territories, we can certainly erode and attack. My Lord is the true god, and it doesn't matter if it is leaked."

"But now, our population and territory are sparse. Once we eat, we are found to be the true god. The false god will unite and attack us. Although their priests cannot cross the line and play a role, the knights, mages, and soldiers of each leader are a huge force."

"So, we must fight decisively at the Dysonlin territory. This territory is not large in size. We can swallow it in one bite, and there is no territory around us. If we annex him, we can be connected together and there will be no enemies behind us." Haboba reiterated this point again.

After hearing this, Bishop Kanrongpa pondered for a while, then decided to say, "Then, as you wish, I will hold a sacrifice now and invite Lord Giant Dragon to accompany you."

Haboba's eyes suddenly became sharp. He stood up and immediately said, "Then let's decide. After the sacrifice, send troops immediately!"

Bishop Kanrongpa narrowed his eyes, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

This command, like a sudden burst of thunder in the city, rolled up layers of terrifying waves.

One hour later, the five knights each brought fifty cavalry, which was already the elite cavalry in the city.

The five knights in the lead were covered with heavy armor, helmets, and long swords on their waists. They steadily led the way forward, and the two hundred cavalry behind them also slowly passed through the streets.

Behind them are rows of neat infantry, with one square formation for each hundred people.

Thirteen square arrays.

Behind them are five hundred auxiliary soldiers with carriages, and priests and mages, among which Fokense is.

Haru, who was working in the hotel and managing the hotel for the young master, opened his eyes wide and stayed there and watched, just shouting softly: "God!"

A city with a population of 15,000 sent 1,500 troops, plus 500 auxiliary troops, what does this mean? It means that the city's army that is scattered by the country begins to launch a large-scale conquest!

Then, with a "boom", the city gate closed. From then on, those who only enter but do not go out and dare to break out will be killed immediately.

This is to prevent spies from rumoring.

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Three days later, on some flat ground

"Infantry Preparation!" Earl Dysonlin, dressed in gorgeous armor, raised his hand.

Two thousand soldiers, following the order, went forward. They were all wearing simple leather armor, holding their spear's hands tightly, and they were a little shaking. They looked at the black line on the horizon ahead, which was Viscount Sarant's army.

"Cabiner preparation!" Earl Dysonlin waved his hand down and snorted.

Five hundred cavalrymen, who were turning over horses, exuding a slight sarcastic smell.

"Prince Preparation!" As Viscount Sarant's army continued to advance, the breath of war became richer, and the priest's chanting began to echo in the air, and lights blessed the soldiers from time to time.

"It's ridiculous. There are only two hundred cavalry, only one thousand three hundred soldiers, and some auxiliary soldiers. Do you dare to attack my territory?" Earl Dysonlin thought sneered.

At this moment, an order was issued from afar, and Viscount Sarant's army continued to move forward.

The neat footsteps brought a dull sound, suppressing them step by step, even when facing the superior enemy, the only strange thing is that the cavalry led the horses and did not get on the horse.

"My glory comes from my merits!" Earl Dysonlin roared, with a firm light shot out from his eyes, he held the reins with one hand, and pulled out the sword with his other hand...

"Wan Sheng!" The cavalry behind the earl shouted in unison.

At this moment, the loud shouting stopped suddenly, and everyone, almost instinctively, stopped and raised their heads.

A terrible sense of oppression rushed over from the other side of the sky like dark clouds and thunder.

This speed is very fast. Within a few seconds, the "booming" thunder broke through the sky.

In an instant, black dots appeared one after another, and they suddenly appeared on the battlefield.

Once the wings spread, the huge majesty descends on the earth.

Suddenly, the horses neighed. Regardless of the enemy, the cavalry of Viscount Sarant was prepared. Although the horses were panicked, they were not too confused.

The horses behind Earl Dysonlin jumped and neighed, throwing the cavalry one by one.

Not only the cavalry, but all the soldiers were threatened by such dragon power for the first time. They fell to the ground and collapsed on the ground, with their eyes emitting a dull light.

Some even screamed hysterically.

Some even got scared and stinked, and they were stinky for a moment.

"It's a dragon!" Earl Dysonlin fell to the ground, climbed up, looked up, and screamed.

Above the sky, a giant dragon was flying, roaring like thunder, its scales flashed with golden light, and its huge wings could almost cover the sky, and the rolling dragon power pressed down from the entire sky.

At this moment, a roar came from afar and a ray of light flew out of the city.

"It's the great god of the ocean, Rick!" Earl Dysonlin suddenly gained the courage, and he stood up and shouted loudly.

The corners of the thorn dragon Elno's mouth curled up slightly, forming a proud ridicule.

In fact, it is a bit inappropriate to call it the sea thorn dragon now. Eat the last divine being, it has undergone further degeneration, and now it is almost a real giant dragon!

A huge golden dragon thought of the deliciousness of the divine being, and Erno drooled down his saliva-if he ate this time, he would truly transform into a golden dragon, right?

The great golden dragon Elno!

Thinking of this, Erno suddenly roared loudly and attacked the Divine One.

The "boom" battle immediately began.

What greets the divine is the terrifying dragon breath that is scorching enough to melt everything. The most terrifying thing is that the dragon breath also carries the power of divineness, and the temperature in the sky suddenly increases.

"Boom", black smoke exploded from the sky.

"Go to die, despicable dragon!" A roar came out of the thick smoke. This was the roar of the divine, but it did not continue to fight over the sky and retreated to its own city.

Fighting over the sky, the dragon power was always oppressing, and the warriors on their side became waste.

And, over the city, it can gain the greatest strength.

It was just one blow that I suffered serious damage.

Elno smiled arrogantly: "Small Divine One!"

As he said that, his wings spread out, and a long and clear whisper rose into the sky and chased after him.

"The whole army is ready to attack!" Seeing the dragon go away, Ha Boba roared angrily.

"Yes!" Although his side was also threatened by dragons, he had already been used to it. The priest had already blessed the "protective mind" in advance. In addition, the dragon was his side. Therefore, after the dragon left, Viscount Sarant's army burned violently.

They responded loudly to the orders and rushed towards the enemy.

At this moment, the war truly kicked off its prelude!

"Despicable enemy, no, resist immediately!" Earl Dysonlin called in despair.

But for most soldiers, it will take at least an hour to get rid of the first dragon power.

Only a few elite knights struggled to get up and draw their swords.

Only the sound of horse hooves rolling like thunder. Two hundred knights divided into two teams and immediately broke through the enemy formation, trampling and slashing at the enemy formation, like two sharp and interlaced sharp knives, tearing and dividing the enemy's resistance, and wherever they passed, flesh and blood splattered.

"Fight!" Earl Dysonlin showed his brave side on the battlefield. He did not retreat but advanced, and his fighting spirit splashed, killing several cavalry immediately.

"This Earl of Dysonlin is actually a knight from level 7 to level 8?" Haboba said in surprise, but immediately issued an order: "Infantry will go into battle and kill!"

Even if a few elite soldiers escaped the influence of dragon power at the time of life and death, most of the soldiers did not have this power.
To be continued...