Red Blood Dragon Knight

An entire flying wing sent by the Nedel Flying Eagle Group, lined up in a neat triangular formation in the air, pierced through the clouds and drilled the fog, whizzing to the north.

This wing is loaded with a group of soldiers.

Have these big-headed infantry received such high-level treatment in their lives?

Sitting in a war fort and flying in the sky, that is the treatment that a king-level person can only have. This experience is enough for them to show off for a lifetime.

Nian's war fortress has undergone a series of modifications and designs, either pursuing firepower or speed, none of which is for carrying capacity.

Therefore, the margin of the war fortress is not too large.

Fifty fully armed, armed, and rucksack soldiers must be packed in a war fort, and the space that each person can occupy is very small. In order not to affect the normal flight of the war fortress, they could only sit cross-legged on the ground.

But even huddled together and sitting on the floor did not affect the curiosity of the soldiers of the Eastern Legion.

They tried every means, such as alternate positions, etc., scurrying up and down in the war fortress.

Even the crew members couldn't help them, and closed one eye to the soldiers' behavior.

Most of the security forces are also retired soldiers from the eastern provinces, and many of them are still fellow villagers with these soldiers. When they first went to the fortress of war, they were not necessarily better than these people.

At the beginning, those technicians were also very dissatisfied with them. At that time, everyone was extremely dissatisfied. Now, looking at these puppies who jump up and down, yelling no matter what they do, they are also provoked. Extremely bored. There is no good face for those soldiers.

At the same time, they also suddenly discovered that those technicians did not drive the war fortress to an altitude of 5,000 meters, and then slammed their buttocks and kicked themselves down. It was really interesting-because When they look at the soldiers now, they have such an impulse in their hearts.

Fortunately. Before this impulse broke out in their hearts, the soldiers had already calmed down. After all, flying in the air is an extremely monotonous thing.

No matter how good the scenery outside the window is, there are times when you are tired of it, especially when the wilderness is the same.

After an hour, the curiosity of the soldiers in the war fortress was basically satisfied.

They sat down and began to figure out what kind of battle they were going to face?

Lord Lorraine was in a hurry, and it was a train and a fortress of war. Just to send them ordinary infantry to Viji City.

What happened in that city?

Are the demons killed yet?

Can the city be held?

Is there enough food?

Are the chicks in the city watery?

...

The soldiers gathered together and kept whispering.

Moore raised his head and peeped at the passing Feiying Group security officers and soldiers.

As a veteran of the Eastern provinces, Moore heard many legends about their eldest son-in-law and grandfather.

One of the most thrilling stories. It is undoubtedly about these black uniformed security forces.

They are all selected from the Grand Duke and the retired soldiers under the command of Lorraine, and they have to pass several passes such as physical examination, political review, and professional skills test, and the elimination rate is as high as 60%. But every registration season, many people still sign up to squeeze the threshold.

Because the treatment of the security forces is so good, the salary alone is several times that of ordinary soldiers, and the arrangement of urban hukou and housing are also provided. It is the first choice for most soldiers and officers after retirement.

Moore himself planned to go to the Flying Eagle Group to have a try after retiring the next year. Apart from anything else, the uniform alone would be handsome.

Wear that uniform and go home. It must be able to dizzy the eyes of a large group of chicks. Maybe there are people who don’t want to pay money and voluntarily stick up to marry themselves...

After several hours of flying, when the sky gradually dimmed, large tracts of thick green forest and gray peaks began to appear on the ground under the soldiers.

"Prepare to land." A loud voice came.

In the great roar, the war fortress has slowly fallen.

Everyone felt lightness.

Moore turned his head and looked out the window. I saw a tall city wall slowly rising outside the window, and then the spire of the house slowly appeared in the line of sight.

The situation is quite strange.

He couldn't help but stunned, and then realized that it was not the city wall that was rising, but that he was slowly falling.

At this moment, Moore felt a sudden shock under him.

Immediately afterwards, a loud bang came.

The war fortress has landed firmly on the ground.

The door in front opened suddenly.

An SS officer stood up and blew the whistle in his hand. Then he roared loudly. Said: "Everyone has, stand up, whole team, go to the fort. Hurry, hurry, hurry..."

In his series of urging sounds, a group of soldiers climbed up from the ground in a daze. Lined up and walked towards the door.

Moore came to the door, and suddenly felt a burst of fresh air rushing toward him, and he couldn't help but shocked.

Because of the rapid flight of the war fortress, all the doors and windows were closed tightly, and the number seven or eighty lords crowded together inside. Some dogs still have sweaty feet. After sitting on the ground, they like to take off their shoes. After a long time, this smell... Kaoru's people are hot-eyed, refreshingly wanting to die.

He lined up to the outside of the fort and couldn't help stomping his feet.

Beside him, many soldiers also involuntarily made the same action. For ordinary people like them, although flying is very exciting, they can only feel at ease when they step on a solid ground.

Moore turned his head and looked around curiously.

In front is a dark brown city wall.

With the eyes of an veteran, he keenly discovered that this city wall was not too generous. It is made of large blocks of rock, and it is far inferior to the world's majestic city Constantine or Samarkand. But it is also extremely strong. It can be regarded as a standard first-level fortress.

The walls, rolling logs, rubbing stones, kerosene, ballistas, bows and arrows... and so on are all available.

He couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

Such a solid stone fortress is extremely difficult to break, hiding behind the wall, and their personal safety is guaranteed.

Looking out across the city wall, there are rolling hills in the distance, with the sun slanting west. You can clearly see the white snow on the tops of the mountains in the distance.

There should be Daxue Mountain-the imperial abscess.

The barbarians have haunted the empire for five hundred years. And now, although the barbarians have basically been wiped out, no matter how big the enemy is, the Demon Race appears here.

And their task is to defend this place and block the way of the demons going south.

Just as he was thinking about it, someone pushed him behind his back and said, "What are you doing in a daze? Go. Go."

Moore immediately recovered, and followed the flow of people to the barracks not far away-Vizi City, as a fortress, originally had a barracks that could accommodate large forces, only to conquer De Rossi in the west of the empire. The troops stationed here have been transferred in large numbers.

When Moore came to the camp gate with the flow of people. He heard the huge roar of the war fortress behind him again.

He turned his head and took a look, only to see that the war fortresses had already risen into the sky, flying quickly to the east without looking back. Obviously, they are going to pick up the second batch of troops.

Moore stepped into the barracks, and a huge noise peculiar to the barracks greeted him. Quarrels, clamors, shouts, fighting weapons, roaring officers. All kinds of voices merged into one piece, and it was extremely chaotic.

He couldn't help but stunned, then looked around curiously, and then saw that quite a few troops in the barracks were already living in.

All those people are burly and murderous, and they are all wearing black flying eagle uniforms.

A tall flagpole stood in front of the camp not far away. A large flag embroidered with Longya grass on the flagpole is fluttering in the wind.

At first glance, it was clear that these people were all elite troops under the command of Lord Luo Jue, the God of Flying Eagle.

Seeing troops coming in, they all got out of the camp, standing on both sides of the road, holding their arms, and looking at themselves coldly.

Moore couldn't help being taken aback: Why did these people come so quickly? You know, the time it takes everyone to receive the order should be about the same.

But then he understood: These troops should have been transported by Lord Luo directly by air from the war fortress.

Thinking of this, Morna was excited about sitting in the war fortress. All of a sudden, she disappeared, but she became a little angry: Grandma's, there is a huge difference between this mother-in-law and the stepmother's.

People like myself are walking, trains, and war fortresses, desperate for their lives. There was a big bubble on my feet. But this bunch of puppies were sitting directly in the war fort and rushing over leisurely.

And he keenly discovered that in the opposing team, many of them were still big orcs with thick limbs.

They all have long hairs on their faces, and their yellow eyes are shining fiercely, and they are looking at their side viciously.

Moore did not show any weakness at the moment, staring back fiercely. He clearly knows that no one in the army is looking down upon him. Only by daring to work hard can we win the respect of others.

Sure enough, the attitude of the opposing soldiers improved a lot.

At this moment someone on the other side shouted: "Hey, brother, which part are you from?"

Moore shouted, "We are from the 503th Regiment of the 101st Division of the Eastern Army. How about you?"

The opposite person said loudly: "We are the Naian Artillery Corps."

He then pointed to the orcs next to him and shouted, "Those are from the Nyan Grenadier Corps."

Having said this, I couldn't help but pause for a while, and then shouted again: "Everyone is brother. You can get more close in the future."

Everyone in the Eastern Legion burst into laughter immediately. Although ordinary people look down on half-orcs, they do not include the Eastern Legion.

At the beginning, the Orc Division under Lorraine once went to the Eastern Front and fought side by side with the Eastern Division. Those half-orcs used their bravery and fearlessness to win the trust and goodwill of everyone in the Eastern Legion.

Amidst that haha's laughter, Moore gradually gained some confidence in the future war.

They came to their camp, threw their packages on the bed, and just opened them, and then an order came: "Everyone should hurry to rest, and start preparing for battle tomorrow~!"

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The Lich Marcel's already cold heart became as hot as fire at this moment.

Even he himself was surprised. It had been so many years, and his no longer beating heart never experienced this passionate feeling again.

The last time I had this feeling, probably when he was an ordinary human mage, facing the beautiful body of his lover.

"It's about five hundred years, right?" Lich Marcel muttered to himself. He has become an immortal lich for too long, and he has forgotten human feelings.

But at this time. This wonderful feeling is back.

The Lich Marcel pressed the envelope in his arms across his clothes. Although he could not feel the beating of his heart, he could feel the thick stack of envelopes under his clothes.

He was sure that he was not dreaming, they were still there, and the vital and precious information he had obtained from the lich Herod was brought with him.

With this detailed information, defeating the Ruman is simply a piece of cake.

The Lich Marcel passed through the hustle and bustle of the city of Ruman, far beyond the prosperous sight of Akadrien. Let him sincerely admire it.

The straight road leads directly into the city, and at the end is Ruman's majestic palace hall.

The roadside is a luxuriously decorated, clean and bright window, and the goods placed in the store come from all over the world. The hawkers strolling around carry their carts. Bought loudly while walking.

The men, women, old people, and children on the street, almost everyone with a happy smile on their faces, enjoying a peaceful and peaceful life.

There was even a lively breath in the air. The unique breath of creatures. It was also an aura that disgusted the Lich.

"Soon, all of this will change." The Lich Marcel slowly walked on Ruman's street with a sneer from the prophet looking into the future.

He seemed to see Ruman City burning with flames, the day when humans howled in panic.

A fortress of war will envelope the city. The Semitic army rushed through the city wall, and the Liches descended from the sky...

The immortal will rule the largest city in the world.

"We will tear down the Temple of Light in the city and erect a statue of the Demon God. This will become the new capital of their necromancer." The Lich Marcel was full of passion.

It is certainly better to rule one billion humans than to rule one hundred million vulgar Semites.

Just as he was thinking about it, his body shook suddenly, and his shoulder was hit by a hawker with a handbag.

The hawker hurriedly stopped. Accompanied by the smiling face, said: "Old gentleman, are you okay?"

The Lich Marcel looked at the polite faces of human beings, suddenly laughed, flicked his sleeves and turned away.

The hawker wiped the sweat from his forehead, secretly rejoicing in his heart that he did not knock the old man down, otherwise he would have done nothing in one month.

He picked up the bag again and murmured doubtfully: "Strange. Why is this old guy colder than ice?"

When I looked up again, I found that the figure of that person had disappeared from the crowd.

The Lich Marcel easily walked out of the gate of Ruman City, and even looked carefully at the soldiers at the gate.

The burly soldiers glanced at him, treating him as an ordinary bad old man, and turned their eyes away disdainfully.

This made the Lich Marcel couldn't help but sneer, and said in his heart: If he knew he was facing an immortal. Don't know what it will be like?

But don't worry, I believe it won't be long before I will see it myself. At that time, you can slowly and carefully taste.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help showing a slight grin.

The Lich Marcel set foot in a car, walking with his hands on his back as if walking in the countryside outside the city of Ruman.

It was getting late, a crescent moon hung on the horizon, and the sky was full of stars. Even if the people from the opposite side came, only the shadows could only be seen.

At this time, the Lich Marcel finally determined that no one was following him behind him. His arms shook, and he rose into the air like a big bird.

In the next second, the black shadow has disappeared into the night.

Two days later, the Lich Marcel looked down from the air to the Semitic army marching in the wild mountains.

The Semitic's golden lightning banner was hunting and flying in the cold mountain breeze.

General Orlandini, who led this army, sat on horseback in a fur cloak, looking out at the gloomy southern sky.

The howling cold wind has blown, although it is still September, snow has already begun in the mountains, and the temperature at night will suddenly drop to around freezing.

The unique cold of Daxue Mountain made the Semi soldiers very uncomfortable.

It's summer, so they didn't carry winter clothes for protection against the cold. The Semitic army camped and rested at night and even suffered from frostbite and freeze to death.

The rolling mountains are getting harder and harder to walk. They need to climb one peak after another. Every day, soldiers stumble and fall into the cliff when they climb over the mountain.

This is still when he has a barbarian guide who is familiar with the road.

General Orlandini didn't dare to think about the other Semitic armies that had landed on them. They must have worked harder than him.

But to his relief, all these difficulties did not scare his soldiers.

By his side. Energetic Semitic soldiers strode past, stepping neatly on the mountain road, making heavy rasping noises.

The mountain roads are rugged and difficult, and the temperature is bitterly cold, but these difficulties are nothing to the brave Semitic soldiers.

The soldiers are eagerly looking forward to entering the Ruman Empire, so that they can let go of robbing things, robbing money and robbing women... Well, get rid of the false gods of light and restore the glory of the great demon god. Let the grace of the undead high priest spread throughout the starry sky.

In order to boost morale and invigorate people, Olandini asked the officers to desperately instill the wealth of the Ruman Empire on the ship crossing the ocean.

They portray the Ruman Empire as a land of gold and milk. A country like heaven.

There are mountains of gold coins piled in the warehouse, the women are beautiful and enchanting, the porcelain is exquisite as jade, and the clothes are as smooth as silk...

And those weak humans actually eat three meals a day. Every meal has salt, and after the meal, there is a big red, watery apple for dessert.

This alone made the jealous eyes of those soldiers bluish and shouted.

For ordinary Semitic people, every day is a meal. And they are all rare.

Not only that, if the salt in the rice exceeds three grains. It's all things that will kill the earth.

And this group of lazy and incompetent humans live such a corrupt and luxurious life. It really should be killed a thousand times, and then set foot on 10,000 feet, so that they will never turn over~!

Moreover, the officers told them that after the battle, every one of their soldiers could become a hundred acres of fertile land. The lord of the landlord in the ten rooms of the big house has lived a life of worry-free life.

It is ten thousand times better than when they were tenant farmers or permanent workers in the Semitic.

This greatly aroused the enthusiasm of the soldiers.

General Orlandini was also strong and fierce in his heart. He commanded an unprecedentedly large army of the Semis, and he was about to become the conqueror of the Ruman Empire and will be forever in the annals of history, establishing an immortal achievement that is admired by future generations.

Even better, the main force of the Ruman people in the north. All have been transferred out of the border, and he is now facing an empty Ruman Empire north.

After the army passed by, siege and pull out the city was effortless.

The news that the two generals of the West Road Army had made the king had already reached his ears, defeating the Ruman Empire and taking down Ruman City, according to credit. The high priest may appoint him as the new King Ruman.

"King Orlandini, the founder of the Orlandini dynasty~!" General Orlandini chanted this name silently in his heart, with a smile on his face, and said in his heart: It seems that you can buy it for half a million This position is worthwhile, it can even be said to be cheap.

His colleagues who are still in the Semitic continent must have wonderful expressions on their faces after hearing the news that he was made king.

Let them regret it~!

Dare to say that it is impossible for him to win the Ruman Empire.

At this time, a dark shadow fell from the sky and landed in front of his horse.

The horse under General Orlandini's crotch was suddenly startled, neighing and standing up, and behind him was the Baizhang cliff.

Orlandini didn't panic when he was in danger~www.wuxiaspot.com~ His legs clamped the horse's belly and clung to the horse's neck.

The warhorse had only its hind legs on the ground, and kept backing away. He was on the edge of the cliff. A few more steps, he would become the first Semitic general to fall to death.

What name goes down in history, Huang Tu domineering, will soon have nothing to do with him.

The attendants next to them were frightened and frightened. At this time, they swarmed up and hugged General Orlandini's horse, and a dozen people forced the horse down.

The rock lifted by the horseshoe rolled off the cliff, making a crackling sound.

General Orlandini walked around the ghost door closed, his face paled in fright, his heart pounding wildly, he raised his head and glared at the dark shadow in front of him, seeing that the one who didn’t have eyes dared to count him, he must Cut him thousands of times.

But then the corners of General Orlandini's mouth twitched twice, and he said angrily: "It's Master Marcel."

The Lich Marcel gave an awkward laugh. If the commander of the North Route Army of the Undead Race was thrown down the mountain and killed by the horse, it would be a big joke.

However, out of the self-esteem of the immortal, he would not apologize to a Semitic, and directly changed the subject, said in a hoarse voice: "General Orlandini, I have brought you some good things. I think you will be willing See them as soon as possible."

The Lich Marcel took out the envelope from his arms, and General Orlandini snatched it in angrily. After opening it for the first time, he took a breath, and then exulted: "God helps me too! "

(To be continued)