Keith stood at the treetops, holding the alchemy magic crystal telescope that Wang Xiaofeng gave him, and looked at the giant city in the north.

In the first-level royal city, there is no Apocalypse. Even the entire Huangpython Plain belongs to the map after level 80, and the players have no right to enter.

The Shuer Empire brazenly launched a war and achieved considerable results within a month, but millions of elite soldiers were killed and injured. At this time, the front line of the endless abyss was tightened, and a large number of troops were drawn; then the Light Legion filled the empire's hinterland with a force, and the millions of troops guarding the imperial capital went to war with the king. At this time, this royal city with a population of millions was as empty as white paper.

Do you want to attack? Looking at the wide open city gate, Keith was a little hesitant. It was not that he was indecisive, but that Wang Xiaofeng had strict orders to let him obey his orders. He had already passed the news of his arrival at his destination in the morning to his master, but the master seemed to have forgotten their existence. The hundreds of thousands of knights had been thrown here for most of the day, and they did not bring much food and grass...

Of course, a comrade would not forget these elite knights in a daze. This was a surprise attack he had painstakingly arranged. In order to cover these knights, he even kept mobilizing two million troops to play hide-and-seek with the other party for a day.

However, all this effort is worth it. As soon as the harvest season is approaching, a daddy is a little excited, but he still acts calmly.

Wang Xiaofeng never thought he was a military genius, but when he wiped out millions of elite troops in five days, he decisively wavered his denial and disapproval of himself. It seemed that he really had the talent for military command.

Although most of the analysis of the battle situation is handed over to the NPC generals under his command, and the major strategy is formulated by the middle and senior management of the Tiandihui Association. At least he also played a key role in inheriting the past and opening up the future, and was able to gather the wisdom of everyone and apply it. A comrade said that this is also a kind of quality and strength that a leader should have, and it is valuable.

"I always feel that some places are not appropriate, and it seems that everything is going too smoothly."

"This is the blessing of the goddess," the old general on the side also smiled and flattered a few words. This kind of admiration was in the heart, and there was no excessive praise or sarcasm. "The Shur people are already declining, and they are overestimating their abilities to compete with my light."

"The other party's overall strength is not enough, this is just one aspect," Wang Xiaofeng shook his head, frowned slightly, got up from his seat and walked to the sand table, and continued to study. "I always feel worried that something must have happened."

Looking at the sand table in front of me, this was the panoramic view of the Huangpython Plain and the situation of the surrounding legions. A group of legions was moving towards the north and had already moved around the mountains and forests near the Shuer people's imperial capital without knowing it. The Shuer people did not discover it and were not prepared for it, especially after the emperor went to war, the troops that the imperial capital had already emptied were getting weaker and weaker.

Capturing the emperor alive and breaking the imperial capital is a script written by Wang Xiaofeng for the fight of the Shuer people. If the subsequent arrangements develop according to his expectations, he will direct a good show for the masters of the system to show.

The battle situation in front of him gradually developed as he expected, but there was always a little inexplicable empty space in his heart that made him feel a little uneasy. To be safe, the knights who touched the enemy's rear were on standby, with their fingertips on the sand table, and then mobilized one legion after another to trap the opponent's last main force to death. After doing this, he was still a little uneasy, so he asked the Holy See for support and support from high-end combat power.

The young emperor of the Shuer Empire was in this wave of main legions, and this was also the last glimmer of hope for the Shuer people.

Wang Xiaofeng repeatedly asked the Holy See for the Holy See to support the masters. The Holy See also sent a group of masters to support each time. The number of elders of Guangming who accompanied the army had reached more than 200, which was almost the sum of the corresponding masters of the Xiuer Empire. A comrade pressed step by step, but he always left enough hope so that the other party would not be desperate and give up.

The tactic of boiling frogs with warm water was quite successful. The opponent was not as fierce as the beasts were still fighting, nor was he determined to give it a try. He was constantly eroded by the Light Legion with little combat power.

I guess that the young monarch is still going crazy, but the defeat is decided, and he is reluctant to give up and it is too late to turn things around.

"Take me to the front line," Wang Xiaofeng ordered, and then three or four elders of Light took a step forward and wrapped the huge sand table with holy light. Then, the holy light flashed, and more than a dozen elders worked together to move the important figures in the command center directly over.

Magical civilization is so convenient that it makes people lazy. The body appears on the battlefield where the killing shouts are shocking. Wang Xiaofeng closed his eyes and looked down at the battle situation. The spreading battlefield and the simple scenes seen on the sand table are naturally not bad.

Death, blood, roar, cheer.

The only topographic map is displayed on the sand table. Only when you look at the real battlefield can you find that many of the areas in battle are the original towns, villages, civilians have long died or fled, and buildings have been razed to the ground.

There is bloodshed when there is war.

Soon a large number of troops were mobilized by several generals to serve as the head coach and the defense team of the command center. Several knights carried the huge magic sand table. Wang Xiaofeng asked someone to test the signal and continued to study the battle situation on it. Soon, new tents were set up around him, and millions of troops continued to compress the living space of the Shuer Legion under the command of Wang Xiaofeng.

It seemed that the remaining millions of Shur people were just the things in the bag of Archbishop Suifeng, and there would be no other surprises.

But the most basic component of the legendary story is one accident after another. When the main legion of the Shuer Empire was crushed to a corner of the Huangpython Plain, at sunset, a dim light suddenly burst out on the front line.

Wang Xiaofeng, who was setting up the night battle, was slightly stunned, closed his eyes in horror, his body trembled, and a layer of cold sweat hung on his forehead.

In the terrifying scene of the evening, three bright legions of light guards on the left wing of the main general, more than 100,000 people disappeared silently in the dim light, and layers of empty areas appeared.

"The massacres of the Holy See of Light, leave on this plain."

A thick and slightly hoarse voice sounded on the Huangpython Plain. The soldiers fighting on both sides subconsciously stopped moving and looked up at the dim sky.

There seems to be a black dot there, just because the distance is too far to see clearly.

Finally appeared. Wang Xiaofeng breathed a long sigh for some reason, and his fingers moved in a row, mobilizing the legions of all parties to retreat to a certain extent on the sand table, but the encirclement did not disband.

"Don't try to provoke my little patience, the Cardinal of the Holy See of Light."

The sound rang in my ears again, but only the area where Wang Xiaofeng was located could be heard clearly. It was abruptly. The black dot in the sky appeared above the military camp where Wang Xiaofeng was. It was a majestic knight holding a knight's sword, with black armor on his face and a sharp aura all over his body.

Wang Xiaofeng ran out of the tent, guarding dozens of light elders around him brewing holy light, but their faces were unprecedentedly solemn.

"Meet again, respected saint." Wang Xiaofeng bowed to the knight in the sky. Although his tone was very respectful, the smile on his face was a little sarcastic. "But I don't know where I angered you, and actually made the 120,000 people of Light disappear into this land for no reason."

"You should be punished if you invade this land." The words of the Knight Saint were a little cold and indifferent, and waves echoed in the sky, and obviously there was still a plan to take action.

"Oh, that's it," Wang Xiaofeng shrugged and said casually, "Yes, the invaders should be punished." A comrade's words made the fluctuate in the sky slightly paused. But then, Wang Xiaofeng sneered repeatedly, "I just don't know why, respected saints, when the Shur invaded the orc tribe and almost broke through the orc royal court, why didn't you stand up to drive them away? Shouldn't the saints protect the existence of the mainland?"

"Hunting mortals, don't try to provoke my bottom line," the knight's sword in the hand of the Knight Saint paused slightly, and the soldiers in the area below howled and fell to the ground.

"As humble as I am, I know what justice and fairness are; as noble as you, I don't know the black and white, I just keep it blindly. As a saint, why are you bowing to us mortals? The three armies obey orders and prepare to fight!"
Chapter completed!