The missions of the Thomaris Mountains are now divided into three categories.

First, inquire about information, scouts, go to the mountains to find the figures of orcs, record their whereabouts and numbers, and hand them back to the mission publisher, you can get a very generous reward. However, the danger level of this task is the highest, because there are natural scouts - half cat women, and the best anti-submarine players among the orcs. The half werewolf with very sensitive nostrils can destroy the player's experience value through the smell.

The second type of task is clearance and payment. There are many types of tasks and are released to the team. Of course, three-person teams can also be accepted by changing teams. Basically, you can find a designated small group of orc troops based on the task prompts, and solve them to complete the task. Even if there is no reward for completing the task, if you can kill a small wave of orc troops, the benefits will be quite considerable.

But the Orc army is not that easy to challenge, especially the blood elf archer team that is often mixed with it. They can always kill the team's healing profession with super long-range attack ability. A team without a certain strength will definitely end up in the orc team.

Therefore, the third type of tasks is a task that players generally welcome and are willing to do every day, daily military supplies.

The commander of the Thomas Mountains is His Highness, the NPC army is mostly dominated by the army of the Odin Empire and the Sacre Kingdom. Several major legions of the Holy See are responsible for mediating from it, and the two countries will not go directly to war. Fortunately, these orcs have been transferred to the strongest rear of the Light camp, otherwise the light and dark front in the endless abyss will definitely be difficult at this time.

A comrade was kind enough to do something wrong and made a mistake again. However, no one praised him. Although the plot of the orc rebellion was rewritten a lot by him, it still happened. Wang Xiaofeng really didn't know how to face the next step, and he also hoped that he would not face it.

Amy seemed to help him deal with these things, and took the initiative to take on the position of commander-in-chief in the Thomaris Mountains. Originally, she, the saint, was ignored in the church, but now she is probably forced to do so.

"Your Highness, we should plan a general attack to destroy these dirty aliens in the depths of the Thomaris."

The main tent of the continuous military camp on the edge of the mountain range, the Marshal of the Odin Empire was respectfully bowing to the woman above, saying his own march suggestions. "Mountain combat is our strength, and the Giant Tribe is ready. If a battle is to be launched, it can easily eliminate these orcs."

Amy frowned and said nothing, and one of the generals of the Sak Kingdom, who was clearly separated from the Odin Empire, stood up and said in a deep voice: "Even if the soldiers who are good at mountain combat can't fight against these orcs who are more cunning than orcs in the mountains. Especially if they have enough blood elves archers, we cannot take risks easily. Your Highness, I suggest pushing them to the plains and crushing them directly with our Sak Kingdom's invincible cavalry!"

"Forcing to the plain? How to force to the plain? Failure to defeat? Or did it burn the Thomaris Mountains?" The Marshal of the Odin Empire sneered, "A cowardly and ignorant suggestion!"

"Please pay attention to your words, Stinglah!" The military and political minister of the Kingdom of Sak stood up, "If you want to fight before destroying the Orcs, our soldiers of the Kingdom of Sak have prepared their fists and sword blades!"

"I'm afraid you won't succeed!"

"Okay, if you want to fight, I will open up an exclusive decisive battle for you two under the report of the Pope." Amy's understatement made the two elderly people change their faces and return to their own camps and stop talking.

Although the woman on the seat was young and extremely beautiful, she was the purest saint chosen by the goddess. She had her own palace on the sacred mountain. She was also the only person who faced the pope and was safe and sound. Amy sat dignified and quiet in her seat, looking into the distance, as if she could see the edge of the distant endless abyss, where she had her only concern.

"The battle here needs to be resolved as soon as possible. We need to use more strength to support the front line against the Shuers. Marshal Stingrad will occupy the outskirts of the Thomaris Mountains within two days. Tomorrow, I will visit the Giants Tribe."

"Follow your orders," the marshal of the Odin Empire saluted to the saint happily, while Sak, who had not received the combat mission, had a gloomy face. The woman above waved her hand, and the generals below tactfully left the door.

"Duke of Smoran." Amy suddenly shouted, letting the military and political ministers of the Sach kingdom hold on and wait for His Highness's question with some hope. However, Amy said: "If it is convenient, transfer your granddaughter Marquis Yag to the front line."

"Hmm? Yes!" The old man was slightly stunned, but he still lowered his head and responded, "What are you doing when you call his granddaughter to the front line?"

In the real villa, Wang Xiaofeng kissed the forehead of the sleeping lover beside him, and only four hours of sleep was slept and then rushed to the line. When the time adjustment of the temporary departure mode was adjusted, the purpose was to go deep into the sky, and they were walking through the dark clouds. The sound of the red dragon flying was controlled to the lowest point, and the height at which he was located would not be discovered by the gargoyles patrolling below and the air cavalry of the dark camp.

"Are you awake?" Paul's voice came from the front, and he could clearly feel Wang Xiaofeng's small movement. "I'm about to fly over the border of the Shuer Empire, where are we going first?"

A comrade yawned, and it was a bit hurtful when he didn't sleep enough. "Just fly directly to the Dark Council. I want to meet the wise Dark Speaker directly."

"Well," Paul nodded calmly, and asked as if nothing had happened: "How to go? Do you know? I haven't been here before."

"I'm alone, fly for a while, and go down to inquire later." A comrade was speechless. Okay, two people in love came to the hostile camp to wander around.

From night to daylight, Wang Xiaofeng and his wife found a seemingly peaceful town and slowly descended, but they were greeted by cold arrows and loud alarms.

"It seems they are not very friendly," Wang Xiaofeng frowned and sighed. He listened to the comments below, as if he was informing some powerful people to come. A terrible and evil dragon of light appeared here. "Turn elsewhere first, don't expose it here."

"I'm afraid it's too late," Paul smiled bitterly, pointing at the dense black dots that appeared in the distance. "Bissary, let me see if you still have the strength to defeat the soul priest!"

"Uh." A comrade couldn't help but look bitter. Fortunately, Paul turned his head and left, and he felt relieved. He ran away first, and he could not be kept by these guys. "Annoying guys, it seems that we can't be free from fun all the way."

"It's more than just having fun," Paul stretched out his fingers and pointed behind. Wang Xiaofeng turned his head and couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body.

A huge black cloud suddenly condensed in the air, and a roar spread out in it, black light continued to overflow, and violent space fluctuations trembled the flying body of the dragon.

A bone dragon dozens of meters long rushed out of the black cloud, the second and third bone dragons rushed out, and the three knights in white bone armor roared out loud and rushed straight towards the red dragon.

But no matter how you look at it, these three bone dragons are not as powerful as the mounts of the Demon Deputy Legion Commander. They are several models smaller. I guess they will definitely not be the opponent of the Red Dragon under the butt when they are single.

"It's them, the three sharp blades of the Dark Council." Paul chuckled, and the dragon flute in his hand emitted a faint fire. The red dragon, who was a little restless and anxious to turn his head to fight, calmed down for a while.

"How many can you beat each one?" A comrade asked weakly.

"Two, three can only escape."

A comrade couldn't help but realize that if he added himself, he would probably be able to fight one... "How many dragon knights are there in the Light Clan?"

"As far as I know, nine." Paul replied calmly: "Don't worry, even if we are caught by them here, someone will save us back. The strong men in the dark camp are limited and will not be our opponents."

"Haha, that's good."
Chapter completed!