Mulgore Hotel in Marvel

There has never been such a weird atmosphere in negotiations. Equivalent to before the Battle of Chibi, the three heads of Cao, Liu and Sun sat together and discussed all the war methods in advance. Even how to divide the spoils in the end and how the losers will deal with themselves have been carefully discussed.

Gooden Charlemagne was obviously quite hostile to Newton at first, but as verbal agreements were quickly reached, the young son of luck became more and more silent. In the end, he almost instinctively fought for his rights and responsibilities one by one, and then sat there in a daze. He didn't even notice that Isaac Newton and Huang Chao left one after another at some unknown time.

"Boy, what are you thinking about?"

Cauvus asked lazily as he drank the last bit of wine in his glass.

"I was thinking, from being a church boy to now, I feel like I am being pulled down step by step by fate. It's like being used as a puppet... This feeling is really terrible."

"Just get used to it!" Kausi said.

"Not to mention you, everyone here can't escape that damn fate. What do you think Newton is doing? He is desperately looking for the only opportunity that can allow him to break through. Huang Chao looks like a tool man, but he is actually looking for Have fun on your own.”

"Why can't we escape the shackles of fate?"

Seeing Charlemagne put his hands in his messy hair, Kaus looked at him with a little pity, as if he saw another guy trying to fight fate - he has purple skin, and a man who once Great goal.

"Before you, countless people have tried to fight against fate, but the vast majority of them have failed."

Charlemagne suddenly raised his head, "You mean, is there still someone who can succeed?"

"Ah, you are right to say that. Someone did break his own destiny!" Kausu thought of the big purple-skinned guy who traveled freely in the universe. "This guy has been living a very happy life recently. laid back!"

"Can you tell me his story?" Charlemagne asked with interest.

"That's a long... very long story!"

"It doesn't matter, I have plenty of time now!"

When the sun rose in the east, the tavern became that quiet and empty look again.

"Are they all gone?" Belial walked up behind Kaus and put his arms around his neck from behind.

"I won't treat them to breakfast if they stay!"

"But I want to have breakfast..."

"Eat?" Kausu stood up and prepared to walk to the kitchen, "What do you want to eat? I'll get it for you, for example... Huh? Don't you want to have breakfast? What are you doing? Hey... You didn’t want to eat me early in the morning, did you?”

Anyway, Beliyar had a full breakfast, but poor Kaus slowly moved out of the room with a gloomy face and a staggering step, looking depressed.

When the war began a few months later, the eyes of almost the entire Western Continent were looking towards the Rhine.

The Rhine River is the largest river in the Western Continent. During the high water season, the river surface is endless, and even the largest warships can sail on it unimpeded.

As expected by most military strategists, the huge Crusaders were arrayed on the northeastern bank of the Rhine, and on the other side were the Allied Forces of St. Sealand and Mellenhagen. More than 300,000 troops lined up to confront each other like ants. The atmosphere was as tense as an explosion. The murderous intent was so overwhelming that even birds did not dare to fly over the center of the battlefield.

"Enemy attack - enemy attack - enemy attack -"

The loud siren sounded over the Rhine in the blink of an eye, and countless soldiers slowly formed a formation on both sides. Since the birth of the plane, the most intense conflict in the continent finally broke out in one early morning. As Saint Sealand The coalition with Mellenhagen also faced the most powerful threat.

"Roar——" Countless bipedal flying dragons spread their wings and flew up, and the black flying dragon army rushed over the river from all directions. This kind of flying dragon is completely different from the real dragon clan. The bipedal flying dragon is a sub-dragon species, not even comparable to the bone dragon embedded in the dragon soul. But before the super dragons appeared, this kind of bipedal flying dragon was an absolutely powerful unit in aerial combat.

Worthy of being a son of plane luck, in the past six months, Gooden Charlemagne has been frantically expanding his power. His footprints even extended to the northern and southern continents. This bipedal flying dragon is one of the products he lobbied for - the alien tribesmen in the mountains were willing to obey his orders and brought their strongest troops.

In the Crusaders' camp, a towering pillar suddenly shone with golden light. The magic barrier instantly covered the entire river bank, like a hemisphere. It was maintained at the cost of the mana of countless archmages. Tens of thousands of mages. Under the command of the leader, mana was output to a huge transparent crystal underground to protect the entire camp from being affected by the flames of war.

A white light strip about a hundred feet wide shot from the southwest shore and collided with the golden barrier, causing the huge magic barrier to tremble. Hundreds of magicians who were caught off guard were hit by this huge impact. Vomiting blood, new magicians were immediately added to keep the barrier from being broken.

The white light strip spans both sides of the Rhine River, turning into a simple and majestic bridge.

As if they had received some order, the Crusaders commanded by Newton launched an attack first. Countless gryphon knights immediately took to the air to confront the flying dragon army from a distance. The Templar Knights rushed onto the bridge in a swarm, rushing towards the other side like a tide.

"Brothers, follow me!" A majestic warrior who was extremely strong laughed wildly. He was naked from the waist up and carrying a thick battle ax, commanding the warriors under his command to line up and prepare for the battle.

Mellenhagen did not produce enough war horses, but it had the best forging skills, so Huang Chao's most powerful force was the heavy infantry regiment. Just a few breaths later, the heavy cavalry and the heavy infantry collided with each other. Looking down from a high altitude, it looked like two torrents colliding fiercely together. With just one blow, the bridge suddenly trembled, countless soldiers turned into powder, and those who were lucky enough to survive also fell into the water.

There was a hissing sound, and the sky was filled with free electric light. Countless thick bolts of lightning suddenly formed, falling straight towards the rear formation of the heavy infantry regiment, and were about to completely annihilate these powerful infantry before their very eyes.

Suddenly there was a cold snort from behind the formation, and a huge Holy Shield phantom slowly appeared. Lightning struck the shield and turned into countless tiny silver snakes that surged out. This huge torrent of lightning was also affected by the sudden Holy Shield. The shield turned into nothingness.

Heavy cavalry versus heavy infantry, the two most lethal weapons in the history of ancient human warfare, have become cannon fodder here. In just the first round of charge, the huge surface of the Rhine River was dyed red. Amidst the earth-shattering shouts of killing, the main combat units of both sides were being consumed rapidly, as if they were not expensive heavy-armed warriors, but consumables that could be seen everywhere.

The heavily armored warriors on the bridge were still fighting bloody battles, and the gryphon legion and the flying dragon legion in the air were already entangled in an organized manner. Both sides use rider bows and arrows as their main weapons, while the fangs and claws of griffins and wyverns are also fighting weapons. The flying dragon is stronger individually, but the griffin has an absolute numerical advantage.

"Wow, hahaha, it's cool, this is called war!" Huang Chao was very excited after watching the battle. He was originally a person who was afraid of chaos in the world. The bigger the scene, the more excited he became.

"Mr. Huang, we can't fight like this anymore!" Charlemagne rushed to the command post of the Mellenhagen Army Square in person. He frowned and looked at the flesh and blood millstones in front of the two armies. "Compared with the Crusaders, how can we It’s impossible to fight!”

"Oh..." Huang Chao's interest was interrupted and he waved his hand nonchalantly, "Okay then, tell your flying dragon army to retreat and bring the opponent's air combat force into the ambush circle."