Realm of Power

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The sky has completely darkened, and the red light of the Nord army illuminates the hills. Sporadic battles continue between the collapsed Nord army forward and the main formation, especially the Nord army, which is fully loaded with troops. The Halo of Glory, known as the Royal Guards, has suffered heavy losses in many attacks but still maintains strong energy.

This is all due to their excellent physiques. Years of rigorous training have given these children of the traditional Ruode martial arts an extremely strong physique and unyielding will. They still don’t know the news that their beloved King has been killed. For them, , as long as the military flag does not fall, and as long as His Majesty is still there, only death can stop their fighting,

They gathered into small teams one by one, like stubborn rocks in the rushing sea currents, blocking the iron hooves of the Falcon Cavalry, buying the last bit of time for the retreat of the formation.

"Where is your Majesty? Who has seen your Majesty!"

The commander of the Guards, Edian Funk, shouted around, hoping to get an answer, but no one answered him. Some of the defeated troops even tried to rush up and snatch his horse, but he chopped it down to the ground with his sword. There was chaos all around. The situation made his anxious shouts seem so feeble.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

He was riding a war horse in the midst of the rout, shouting loudly while trying to forcefully move in the direction of the formation.

In the direction of the main formation where he could see, flames soared into the sky, illuminating the surrounding mountains. The scattered troops were like ants exploding their nests. The turbulence caused by the defeated troops※○ made even the war horses seem powerless in the flow of people. ,

"The army was defeated like a mountain!"

For the first time, the former German Minister of Military Affairs and an excellent infantry commander felt powerless. For this unexpected counterattack, the Nordic Kingdom had used all its final potential. All adult men over 14 years old in the German Kyoto After participating in this battle, it was so difficult to find one person among the 120,000 fleeing army!

Under the pressure of the Falcon Army from three directions, the Lods had lost any hope of victory. e^Seeing that some commanders ordered to abandon all baggage, the retreating Rohde soldiers set fire to their tents in order to block the pursuit of the Falcon Cavalry behind them. The burning camp ignited flames that soared into the sky, lighting up the sky red and even visible from Rode Kyoto twenty miles away.

"Raise the battle flag and order the entire army to assemble towards me!" At the critical moment, under the bright red firelight, Edian Funk decided to assemble the last imperial guards and break out towards Kyoto. This is the final battle! The passionate war songs of the Imperial Guards once again sounded loudly in the chaos,

"It's the Praetorian Guards! The Praetorian Guards are still there!"

The fleeing Rode soldiers stopped one after another and turned their heads. The sky was full of firelight, shining on their helpless faces. The Falcon Cavalry behind them came like a tide, and some people kept falling. The retreat made this situation even more unbearable. ,

Everyone can see that in this situation, only the Imperial Guards can take everyone back alive. The remaining 2,000 German Imperial Guards have become the last spiritual pillar of these 100,000 German troops.

Whether it was the defeated army or some of the Rohde infantry who were still fighting, they subconsciously began to move closer to the battle flag of the Guards. Because the fleeing people were so dense, tens of thousands of troops were gathered in a short period of time, enough to launch a breakout.

"Target, the hills to the southeast!" Idian Funk was riding on a war horse, raising his sword high. The firelight reflected his whole body. On that fierce night of fierce fighting, the Janissaries led tens of thousands of soldiers. Rode's remnant army tore a big hole in the defense line encircled by the Falcon Army. From this gap, Rode's remnant army quickly passed through and fled in panic.

"It's over, it's all over, Lod is over!" The frustrated General Nord couldn't escape in time, so he slumped on the ground in despair, letting the rushing Falcon Cavalry slash and kill him. Corpses were scattered all over the field, and blood flowed like a river.

"Your Majesty, do we need to close this gap?"

Plais stared with bright eyes at the mountain pass where the German army was escaping, and loudly asked for instructions from the fat man with a cold face next to him. The firelight also shone on the face of the former Ruidian minister. For some reason, he looked at the former The old enemy was completely defeated. What filled Plais's heart was not excitement but confusion.

Wekia is over, Ruidian is over, Rode is over, and Kugit is over. In the entire central and southern region of the Ikadiva continent, only the Dorok people in the eastern mountains are left. After five hundred years, the once divided The continent is unified again! As the overlords of all parties in this era, I don’t know whether it is luck or sadness. "Plais, who has always been cold and cold, can't help but sigh in his heart.

"Why block it?"

The fat man looked at the Nord troops in the distance in the firelight with an indifferent expression. He gently hit the horse's back with the whip in his hand, and said to himself, "These defeated troops are our best guides. We don't even need them." For one copper, they can bring us safely to the gates of Rode Kyoto. Even if they escape into Rode Kyoto, such a huge defeat will be fatal to the morale of the Rode people!"

At this time, a Falcon Guards Cavalry rode up from the front, dismounted in front of the fat man, knelt down on one knee and reported, "Your Majesty, the third Guards Cavalry reported that they killed a man in a delicate battle. Noble of Lod, after being identified by the captured nobles, this person may be Yagrork, King of Lod!"

"Huh? Yagrolk!" The fat man looked away from a distance, the riding crop in his hand also stopped in mid-air, with an unbelievable look on his face, and he asked sternly with some uncertainty.

"You mean the 3rd Guards Cavalry killed Yagrork? Is this news confirmed?"

"This..." A trace of embarrassment flashed across the face of the Falcon Cavalry who came to report. As the King of Lod, Yagrolk was in the army opposite, but no one had seen the appearance of this king.

This conclusion was drawn entirely because of the identification of the Nord prisoners, but this cannot be ruled out that this was a conspiracy by the Nords to cover up the king's escape and claim his death.

"It shouldn't be wrong. With Yagrolk's stubborn character, he will not let himself be known as the king of subjugation!" Prais came from the side, expressed his affirmation of the report, and sighed. One voice said, "Instead of being captured by us on the day Kyoto is captured, it is better to fight vigorously like a Nord warrior. This may be the original intention of this counterattack!"

"Forget it, in this situation, his life and death no longer matter!" The fat man was silent for a while, then turned over the riding crop in his hand, "Order all the armies to press in according to the plan. Tomorrow morning, we should be able to see Nord Kyoto." The city wall has been destroyed. I hope that the Luode people will not do anything stupid by then, otherwise, we will have no choice but to attack by force!"

These words with a strong smell of blood made Plais feel a bit cold and biting. The meaning of attack in His Majesty Falcon's mouth often means destruction.