: The picture is exhausted and the dagger appears

"You seem to be in a bad mood today?" Jady pushed Warren with a gloomy face and gently drove up the small wooden bridge, where the two of them had once been attacked.

He has always had a gloomy face since the incident, and has become increasingly gloomy recently. He often locked in the bedroom and talked to himself, or yelled hysterically. The residents nearby had already spread this matter, so those who saw him did not dare to say hello, but bypassed them from afar.

It is very secluded, and passersby will pass by by chance. However, with the gathering of the clouds of war, Baptiste has become more depressed. This metropolis, which mainly relies on business prosperity, has become quieter. Even the originally noisy city area has become much colder, let alone the suburbs.

The only busy one is probably Du Wei.

His factory was working day and night to create various logistics equipment needed for war machines. At the same time, he arranged for manpower to transport various weapons and equipment from the dream forest and then passed through the official transportation front line of the Principality. For safety, he hired believers of the Daji Church. This also gave the Daji Church a stable income in this depressed season.

In addition, he was also responsible for the sale of various shops. Due to the severance of trade between the countries in the war, the prices of other countries' materials and Norman specialties transported through secret transportation channels opened by the believers of the Daji Gods have soared, and he is making a fortune in the national crisis.

However, since these goods mainly rely on the Dhaji God Cult, a considerable amount of money was drawn to fund the Dhaji God Cult. This religion, which once fell into the entire Baptist, was revitalizing its youth.

Warren looked at the wooden bridge and felt deeply moved. He patted Jady's hand gently and sighed, "Oh, now you are the only one who is willing to accompany me often. My leg was broken. From the moment my leg was broken, I seemed to be abandoned by the whole world. Now looking at everything, I am like a bystander."

"Doing something in the Temple of Light can probably waste time and relieve the loneliness in your heart," said Jady.

"Yes, a good idea," Warren smiled dryly.

The car stopped by the bridge. Warren leaned forward, holding the railing and staring at the clear flowing water. This is a place close to the riverside. The flow is stable and occasionally you can see a ripples that are slowly waving, like a mirror.

"You seem particularly bored today. Do you have any worries?"

When Jady came to the general's mansion, he saw the wind magician. He also recognized the old man. When he rushed into President Gibson's house angrily, it was the old man standing in the corridor in the heavy rain and thunder, with his long beard floating like a god. As a result, he was frightened by him and fleeing in panic.

"Are you worried about it? I just want to know something."

Under the calm water, there were emerald green water plants, and there were moon-white swimming fish in the water plants. Warren looked at the swimming fish playing among the water plants and said quietly: "But, do you know that even if I converted to the arms of the Lord God, he could not tell me the answer.

I had prayed to the omnipotent Lord God, but he did not answer. The crown of Abraham told me, "The omnipotent Lord God has a lot to tell us, but we cannot understand it yet."

Warren was like a melancholy poet. After sighing, he angrily slapped the railing and said, "When will I understand it? When will I suddenly realize it when it happens? The demon wolf that hurt me has never discovered it again, and no one has discovered what is behind it..."

When Warren said this, his spine suddenly shook like an electric shock, and he froze. Warren's hands suddenly clasped the wooden railing, and his fingertips were sinking into the soft wood.

His face turned ashen, beads of sweat as big as beans appeared on his face, and even his eyebrows were covered with fine sweat. In the reflection in the water, when he leaned over and stared at him, Jady's eyes also dropped by chance. Jady did not look in the water, but just glanced at his back lightly.

It was this glance that the familiar feeling suddenly made Warren feel an illusion, as if it was not Jaydi standing behind him, but the demon wolf.

The cold, sarcastic look, and a hint of contempt, was incompatible with the concerns that Jady showed. He read it right and would never be dazzled. Although Jady just glanced at him in disgust and raised his head to look at him, Warren really saw it.

He will never forget that look in his life. In the eyes of the demon wolf that ruined his life, he once saw the same look.

"Jeddy, your kung fu is good, Jaeddy."

"Haha, this is nothing, it's just a family-born fighting spirit!"

...

"Mr. Jady's kung fu is very good, but it is neither magic nor fighting spirit..."

"He can deal with the fire of hell, the maggots attached to the bones and all the dark magic, and his body emits a faint golden halo, like a god..."

"Forget it, it's not magic or fighting spirit. So what other powers are there in the world? Unless it is divine art, and he is not the divine art master of our Holy Spirit of Light...

...

"Yes, Pastor Warren, I was hastily fighting the demon wolf that broke in. At the end of the battle, I finally retreated because of the exhaustion of magic. When I took the wand and rushed upstairs, I unexpectedly found that a very powerful dark mage blocked his way. But those terrible dark magic could not defeat him. His body emitted a faint golden light. Please forgive me, I really felt the sacred breath..."

Jady's eyes... Warren couldn't help but think of that moonlit night, in the fog, Jady's bare hands penetrated into the corrosive fog and fought with the dark mage.

Warren could no longer control himself. He swung the wheels and turned the wheelchair over, trembling all over, but his eyes stared at Jady like a poisonous snake.

"You...you..."

"Warren, what's wrong with you?" Jady was shocked and hurriedly stepped forward to help him.

"Go away!" Warren waved his arm suddenly, and almost fell from the wheelchair due to excessive force: "That demon wolf, that damn demon wolf! What does it have to do with you? You say! You say!"

Jady was stunned and laughed: "Warren, what's wrong with you? What can I do with a demon wolf?"

Warren's face turned pale, and his handsome face was completely distorted. He shouted frantically: "It doesn't matter? It doesn't matter if you dare to swear? OK, use your wife and your sister to swear to me. If you lie, let them be ridden by thousands of people and crossed by thousands of people, and the souls will not rest in peace after death. You say, swear!"

Jady slowly straightened her waist, with no expression on her face.

Warren shivered excitedly, the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably, and even his saliva flowed down, just like a patient with a nervous disorder: "Swear, swear in their name, I will believe you!"

Jady suddenly smiled, smiled faintly, and said lightly: "I remember I told you that one day, the demon wolf will appear in front of you again, but I didn't expect that this day would come so quickly!"

"What...what?" Warren's face suddenly became a ball like cramps. He only thought that Jady and the demon wolf must be related, and may even be the master behind it, but he never thought that he was the wolf that ruined his life.

"So surprised? Actually, I'm even more surprised!" Jady said sarcastically: "It seems that since you have lost half of your bottom, even your brain has not worked. No wonder some women say, "Men are animals that think with their lower body!" Why are you asking me now? What can you do to me?"

"You devil!" Warren jumped up angrily and punched Jady hard.

But his hand was strangled by another stronger hand, and the jumping body also fell back into the chakra. From a distance, it was like Jady supporting him, bent down and talking to him with concern, nothing was abnormal.

"You cruel and shameless guy..., why do you... treat me like this? I want to eat your meat, I want to drink your blood, I want to..."

"You don't want anything, you just need to leave this world!"

Jady interrupted him ruthlessly, and then again showed a contemptuous and sarcastic sneer in her eyes: "You can kill someone and take his wife, but I can't deal with a shameless villain?"

Jady straightened up gently, Warren looked up at him, with anger and horror in his eyes. Jady's palm edge had slowly turned into a light golden color...

General Feng Heer cut off his palm, and a crossbow arrow shot from the sky was broken into two pieces with a "crack". The edge of his palm had turned pale golden. Once the golden fighting spirit filled his whole body, his flesh and blood body was no different from steel.

General Von Hell waved his hand and took off the guards who were rushing to the panic, and coldly observed the situation on the battlefield.

As Arthur said, General Austin of the Principality of Butani liked lightning attacks. His army had just appeared in the valley and the first strike arrived. First, it was an air strike. His griffin corps was not only responsible for aerial reconnaissance, but only two griffins circled high around the small Fondenburg on the Great Plains to observe the situation, while the other griffins were all involved in the battle.

They used crossbows and tinder oil. This tinder oil is made of the fat of the deep-sea manatee whale. Once ignited, this oil can burn for a day, and the water cannot be extinguished, so it can only be covered with sand and soil. They specialize in tall buildings, horse corridors, warehouses and other places to set fire. Before the battle begins, the small town is already full of fire.

Then the army of Austin arrived. They quickly climbed up the gentle slopes on both sides and set up heavy crossbows. The sharp arrows thicker than gun bars did not have any hard armor to resist. However, they would not use such crossbow arrows to shoot people, but set up city walls.

Once a strong city wall is hit by such heavy crossbows, even hard stones will explode. The crossbow drills into the cracks of the wall, and when it shoots too much, it will form rows of climbing objects, allowing infantry to climb and attack the city. Well-trained soldiers can even leaps up and fly.

Before the small town was broken, the cavalry tactics seemed to be useless, but Austin seemed to be willing to take the casualties of the horses, allowing them to carry the city hammers to drive them to hit the city like flying. Even if only one hammer hit the city wall, the city walls of this small town could not stand the impact and collapsed.

Fortunately, they did not have mammoth elephants, and the skin of the giant monsters was hard to be damaged. If they were kicked by that huge creature, they would be enough to withstand the attack of five hammers. And they were not without Mammoth elephants, but twenty giant elephants followed in the main force of the Grand Duke Butani.

Austin didn't know that General Von Hull was visiting the small town in person, and even if he knew, he didn't care. None of the Nan Bing was in his eyes, including the Grand Duke Butani whom he was loyal to.

"This guy is really crazy. If you see him wasting his war horses so much, the Grand Guild of Butani would feel distressed," General Von Hell murmured.

At that time, a war horse with equipment was equivalent to 45 cows or 15 mares. It was indeed a waste to use the sacrifice of the war horse to fight quickly and make a quick decision. But it is not to be denied that one of the benefits of doing this is that it is easy to quickly destroy the opponent's will to resist.

"Haha, I like this guy. Northerners are brave, they just lack a little brain." General Von Hell turned around with a smile. At this time, the city wall had collapsed three times, and the soldiers on both sides were fighting for control in desperate attempts. Death would fall on them at any time.

"Let's go, prepare to abandon the city!" Von Hell gave a simple order and left with the support of the guards.

Arthur ran and roared on the city wall with his sharp sword and issued combat orders. It was not until Von Hell's guard opened the gate on the other side of the small town that the sound of retreating horns rang under his command.

The brave and resourceful officer had a long hole in his cheek, and half of his face was covered with blood. It was scratched by a crossbow arrow, but it didn't look very serious. At least he was still very agile when he jumped onto the war horse.

War is cruel, and sometimes certain sacrifices must be made. For example, not everyone knows the true intention of fighting on the city, nor does everyone have time to retreat. Many of them are destined to stay in this small city and become a cold corpse.

The city was broken, General Austin was overjoyed, the blood-red battle flags rose, and rows of cavalry rushed out with murderous intent. Instead of fighting to lead the city, they passed through the city, letting go of the soldiers who were still struggling to the death and attacking the retreating crowd.

A knight with a 10-foot-long iron spear can easily knock down a fully armed enemy when charging at full speed, or pierce his enemy through a shield, even if the enemy uses equipment made by a dwarf. However, after one blow, the spear is useless. No one can fight with such a long weapon, or have the strength to pull it out of the dead body.

The knights can only throw it away and replace it with a long sword or a battle axe. Even if the battle axe is still very lethal through the armor, the chains of the mail are often cut into the wound and rusted inside the wound, causing serious gangrene. The Austin cavalry carried even more maces, and the stungs with cold light were daunting.

The retreating soldiers are really running for their lives. This scene uses countless lives and blood as props, so it is particularly real. Many soldiers who escaped from the city lost their lives under the pursuit of Austin cavalry. A corpse was abandoned on the grassland, and almost all of them were the corpses of Norman deserters.

The Butani cavalry formed a front line and rushed desperately, and threw many Norman soldiers who were escaping with their legs behind them. In front were runners riding horses, those people must be some generals. Killing them was far more meritorious than killing ordinary soldiers.

It is closer, and it is not a bumpy ground or swamp area, so the charge effect is very obvious. However... the turf in front suddenly trembled and then collapsed. A trench that ran six or seven miles long appeared in front of it, with dense sharpened wooden stakes inserted into the trench.

The war horses neighed, and the cavalry charged at full speed had no chance to stop the war horses. They were like moths flying into fire, and they fell down the deadly trench one by one with despair. The people and horses were pricked by the sharp wooden stakes.

Not far away, the second turf fell on its own, and countless ambush soldiers flocked out. First, they served with bows and arrows, shot horses and did not shoot people, and shot down the knights who had not fallen into the trench one by one. Once their heavy armor left the war horses, they could only be slaughtered. Then, the Norman soldiers waved their swords and guns to counterattack.

The Butani cavalry was wiped out, and there were very few escapees, so they could no longer be considered a cavalry team.

General Austin saw his eyes burst from afar, and his arrogance finally paid the price. The climate in the south is warm and the seasons are like spring, but the men in the south obviously did not smear in the warm wind as he imagined. They used the price of rippling to exchange for even more rippling losses from the enemy.

"Occupy Vondenberg!" Austin gritted his teeth and said coldly.

His decision was not wrong. The entire cavalry's defeat greatly affected the morale of the army. He needed to stabilize the morale and redeploy the army. The army of the Norman Principality escaped from the city, and the soldiers lying ambushed outside the city, because they lurked in the trenches and did not carry any siege equipment. He was not a rude and unwise general when he could exchange the minimum casualties for the enemy's greatest losses.

The Butani army quickly gathered into the small town. Although they were panicked, they were well-trained.

At this time, there were several raised mounds on the grassland, slowly revealing the black holes of the muzzle, and from a distance, it was still green.

They have been calibrating for three days, and all the magicians accompanying the army are here to fill the magic crystal day and night. Each magic crystal cannon can fire at least three cannons before it needs to cool down. The four cannons have a total of twelve heavy blows, and Fondenburg will...

On the high snow-capped mountains, Salice once again pretended to be a superwoman. Brother Picasso, wearing a blanket, happily held his "Secret Eyes" with a piece of white plaster on his nose, looking like a clown, which was broken when he fell into the cave last time.

"Hey! Dear sister, do you want to see clearly? General Von Hell is going to set off a big firework!"

"Of course I want to, but can you, the clown, get out and see the light? You are ugly enough. If you are crushed again, I will not be able to eat dinner when you look at your virtue!" Salist rolled his eyes and said.

Paul Radford was a loyal old vegetable farmer. He had a large vegetable garden on the outskirts of the city. In the past, except for selling it to General Von Hell's mansion, most of it was sold to the troops stationed outside the city. Now General Von Hell has been on an expedition, and the barracks in the western suburbs are also empty, so he had to drive a donkey cart to sell vegetables in the city.

Fortunately, despite the market slump, the vegetables still have to be eaten, especially the nobles and rich gentry. The luxurious life still remains, and his vegetables are not worried about not being able to be sold. In the empty car, Paul smiled and went up the bridge. The copper bells on the donkey's neck ringed, as happy as his easily satisfied heart.

Suddenly, he saw a wheelchair, which was from Master Warren. As a person who delivered vegetables to the General's Mansion every day, he not only recognized Master Warren, but also knew the guys in the General's Mansion's kitchen and knew the recent situation of many Warren Knights. He immediately sat up straight and pulled the reins to make the donkey walk slowly so as not to disturb the Master.

Master Warren was wearing a green pastor's robe and sat on the chair with his head slightly tilted. Since he was carrying this sideways, he couldn't see the expression on his face. In front of him, there was a man kneeling on one knee, wearing a black robe, holding the wheelchair with both hands and lowering his head slightly, as if he was listening to something.

Paul slowly approached, hesitating to get off the car and salute Mr. Warren, or not to disturb the other party's continued journey. Suddenly, he saw Mr. Warren tilting his head, wide open his eyes, and covered his forehead with blood. He couldn't help but scream in shock and fell off the donkey cart.
To be continued...