Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

On the banks of the Tvar River, with lush grass and warm sunshine, this is a famous grassland in the North Issel area. It is said that only here can the purest and tallest Issel war horses be raised.

A well-equipped and well-trained cavalry is stationed here. The neighing of the war horses is mixed with the whistling wind, which seems a bit noisy.

In this team of thousands of people, almost every cavalryman is wearing gorgeous armor with gold and bright silver mixed with bright red cloth, riding tall and strong war horses, holding five or six meters long lances, and there are bright flags fluttering on the top.

What is most eye-catching is that they all have huge wings made of metal frames and feathers behind them.

——They are the Issel Winged Cavalry, and also the most elite spears under Walter.

This army, established hundreds of years ago, has achieved brilliant results. It has completely destroyed the orc clans and giant tribes in the North Issel Plain, bringing decades of peace here.

Although it seems inconspicuous in front of the God Legion of Fadlan, it is enough to sweep across any kingdom in the north.

The eye-catching wings behind the winged cavalry come from the glorious military tradition of the Holy Fadlan in the past. The cavalry used this to imitate the angels of God, hoping that they could also have the courage and strength of the gods.

And these wings are far more than just decorations. Under the careful design of the former Fadlan wizards, they have become important equipment to increase speed and enhance impact.

In recent years, the Aesir cavalry has been equipped with muskets, which can be used for long-range shooting in a chaotic battle and gain an advantage.

Such a set of winged cavalry armor alone weighs hundreds of kilograms. If you want to turn around and move freely in this heavy equipment, you must be a professional warrior at least.

Four-digit professionals are unimaginable for any former duke of Anzeta - and the Aesir Winged Cavalry is such a terrible legion composed of thousands of professionals.

It is said that when they charge in groups, the footsteps of the horses will make the earth tremble and the rivers overflow, and the screams of the wings can make the dragons tremble.

Even the bravest warriors will lose their legs when facing the charge of the Winged Hussars, and be mercilessly killed by the god of death.

The current Winged Hussars General, Count Leonie Garcia, rides on horseback and looks solemnly towards the north.

The general looks to be in his fifties, with two exquisite beards and a more luxurious armor than ordinary Winged Hussars. He looks majestic and awe-inspiring.

It is said that Leonie almost got the qualification to become a descendant of God, but unfortunately, after the Holy Fadlan split, he never had the chance again - and this became a regret of his life.

As a former Holy Fadlan Cavalry General, Leonie is extremely powerful.

Even the warhorse under him is extraordinary. It is said to have the bloodline of a dragon. It is not only extremely powerful, but also grows gray and white hard scales.

In the winged cavalry formation, long spears stood in a row, and the battle flags with the sun and wing emblems fluttered in the wind.

Leonie rode his warhorse to inspect the front, swept his sharp eyes over the cavalry, and then drew the saber from his waist and raised it high.

The bright silver blade shone in the sun, the delicate patterns on the blade were glittering, and there were silver wings on the handle.

-This is the saber handed down by the earliest general of the Ethel Winged Cavalry. It is forged with mithril and is extremely expensive. It symbolizes the belief of the winged cavalry to win.

At this moment, Leonie wants to use this to boost morale and evoke the glory and belief of the winged cavalry.

"Warriors, I believe you also know that war is coming!

The evil dragon from the north and his family are not satisfied with their barren territory. They are coveting the rich and beautiful land of Ethel and want to destroy our homeland!

Can we sit back and watch this happen?"

"No——"

The long spears standing in the forest vibrated, the battle flags crossed, the cavalrymen shouted loudly, and even the war horses under their crotches kept neighing, and stomped the ground rhythmically with their huge hooves.

"Boom, boom, boom"

For a while, the ground trembled slightly and made a dull sound. The cavalrymen seemed to use the horse's hooves as drumsticks and the earth as drumheads, constantly beating this huge "war drum".

"No! We must not allow such a tragedy to happen!"

Leonie waved a beautiful knife flower in the air with his saber, and then pointed it straight to the sky. The tip of the knife seemed to be lit by the sun.

"Warriors, do you see it? The sacred sun is still hanging high in the sky, never setting. We are still the favorites of His Majesty Amaunator, and we are still the noble and confident Fadlans!

For hundreds of years, only Fadlans have conquered other nations, and we have never been victims! And any force that dares to offend us will face a catastrophe!

Remember, as long as the sun still exists in the sky and operates according to the laws of the gods, Fadlan will live forever!"

"For Fadlan!"

Suddenly, unimaginable cheers broke out in the army, and the momentum was even greater than before, even drowning out the sound of horse hooves.

The winged cavalry looked fanatical, raised their spears, waved their battle flags, and shouted the slogan "For Fadlan" at the top of their lungs.

At this moment, they proudly raised their chests, as if they had returned to the heyday of more than a decade ago, when the huge empire still dominated the continent, and they were still the most distinguished and confident citizens of the entire Fianso.

Some people even sang the long-standing ballad - even the devils in hell dare not provoke the Fadlan people.

After years of war and disputes, Fadlan in the imperial period has been beautified over and over again, becoming the "ideal country" in their minds and their spiritual pillar.

For these Esser Winged Cavalry, recalling the glory of the past and chasing the light of Fadlan are always the best catalysts, making them always high-spirited and willing to sacrifice their lives.

For some reason, the ground trembled more violently, and this was obviously not caused by the horses' hooves - but the Winged Cavalry in the enthusiastic atmosphere did not realize this.

Leonie looked at the enthusiastic faces of the cavalrymen and whispered, "Very good, that's it. We must never forget our pride as Fadlans.

So what if it's a giant dragon?

In the glorious history of the Fadlan Empire, His Majesty Aragon led us to kill countless beasts that were overconfident, white dragons, blue dragons, countless."

"Buzz--"

Just then, a harsh noise sounded above his head, interrupting Leonie's thoughts, and a hideous shadow cast from the sky appeared on the grassland in the distance.

"It's only been less than three days, how could it be so fast?"

Leonie quickly raised his head and looked up at the sky with a serious expression. He saw hundreds of two-legged dragons spread their wings, lined up in a wedge-shaped formation, and flew in their direction.

What surprised him was that the edges of the wings of these two-legged dragons were equipped with metal shells that cut through the air, and they seemed to be carrying humanoid creatures on their backs.

And the formation of these monsters was also very neat-not like the simple-minded, disorganized beasts in his impression at all.

"What is that?"

"Damn it, the attack of the Burning Empire came so quickly!"

"Are those scouts in the north just strolling around? How could they rush here!"

Looking at the flying dragons gliding rapidly in the distance, the winged cavalry couldn't help cursing, but they didn't lose their footing because of panic.

For them, the wyverns are tricky, but they are not opponents that can pose a threat to them.

Leonie didn't care so much, just raised his saber and ordered loudly: "Be careful! It's a wyvern! Keep a defensive formation and shoot down these damn flying lizards!"

The war horses neighed, and the winged cavalry cooperated skillfully, changing formations quickly, and the horses' hooves raised clouds of dust. These winged cavalry are very experienced in dealing with attacks from the sky. They have fought against flying enemies such as white dragons, griffins, and demons.

The winged cavalry holding huge shields hurriedly drove their horses to the front row and lined up in a tight formation, almost shoulder to shoulder. They raised their shields high to defend against the swooping dragons.

The winged cavalry in the second row raised their spears and extended them through the gaps in their giant shields, ready to pierce the attacking dragons at any time.

The other winged cavalry took off their muskets and bows and arrows, aimed at the sky above, and were ready to shoot these unpredictable monsters into sieves at any time.

In the center of the army, Leonie stared at the dragons, but found that they were still diving at a height of 100 meters, and seemed to have no intention of landing on the ground to pounce on them.

Their shadows stretched long on the ground, like a sign of death, which made people feel cold.

Could it be that these two-legged dragons were just here for reconnaissance?

For some reason, Leonie's heartbeat accelerated, and he seemed to have a bad premonition in his heart.

"Whoosh--"

The harsh roar sounded, which made Leonie feel creepy and his hair stood on end, and his premonition was soon confirmed!

The wyverns loosened their claws, and a series of black dots appeared in the blue sky. Hundreds of bombs fell freely, like raindrops - attacking the winged cavalry who were waiting for them.

No!

These things are real weapons! These cunning wyverns didn't even want to fight them in close combat!

Suddenly, Leonie's face was horrified, and he roared heartbreakingly: "Scatter quickly-"

"Run! Run!"

However, it was too late at this moment! Although the winged cavalry reacted quickly and galloped on their horses, they still couldn't beat the speed of the bombs falling to the ground.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the explosion was deafening, and the flames shot up into the sky, tearing the earth into countless pieces.

Then, accompanied by a series of deafening noises, the flames of the explosions burst out one after another, engulfing the tightly-formed winged cavalry, and shrapnel, limbs and flesh flew everywhere.

Smoke filled the air, dust flew everywhere, and everything around became blurred under the reflection of the fire and the thick smoke.

"It's so hot!"

"Ah! My legs!"

"I can't hear! I can't hear!"

Under this sudden attack, the horses neighed in panic, and the winged cavalrymen also wailed and screamed, no longer as brave as before.

Among the injured winged cavalrymen, some lost their arms and legs, some had half of their heads cut off by shrapnel, and some even burned their whole bodies and burned to death on horseback.

Because they had never experienced such a blow, this round of bombing alone caused nearly 200 casualties among the winged cavalrymen.

However, those two-legged dragons climbed up skillfully, ready to turn around and carry out the next round of bombing.

Seeing the heavy losses of his winged cavalry, Leonie's eyes were bloodshot, and his face blackened by smoke became more and more hideous.

He shouted angrily: "Damn monsters! You will pay the price with your lives!"

Leonie galloped on his horse and chased the dragons.

His eyes were red, and he casually pulled out a long spear stuck in the ground, raised it behind his head, and threw it with all his strength, as if to completely pour out the suppressed anger in his heart!

"Swoosh-"

The long spear pierced the air and flew nearly 100 meters high, crossing the sky like a comet, and fell towards the dragons.

"Ah!"

A short scream came from the sky, and an unlucky flying dragon cavalry was pierced by the long spear and fell from the sky.

Looking at the falling wyvern, Leonie gnashed his teeth and said, "Never. Never anger a Fadlan!"

The battle situation has gradually turned into chaos. Under the threat from the sky, the Winged Hussars did not even dare to gather together and could only run aimlessly.

Suddenly, Leonie's expression froze. He suddenly found that the ground was shaking unnaturally and making a dull sound, but the Winged Hussars did not charge in groups at this time. How could it be...

Leonie suddenly realized that the shaking of the ground was not caused by the Winged Hussars!

The vibration of the ground became more and more violent, the stones on the ground were boiling, and the sound became heavier.

Leonie turned around in panic and looked at the source of the sound. Suddenly, the expression on his face froze.

"Your Majesty Aragon."

I saw thick smoke billowing, covering the sky and the sun, and steel giants appeared on the distant horizon, galloping towards them, like moving mountains rolling towards them, and even the river behind them was trembling.

These battle-hardened Winged Hussars had just escaped death, and now they cried out in disbelief again.

"Oh my God!"

"Amaunator, can they fly?"

"This place is hundreds of kilometers away from Carterpa! How did these things get here!"

They only thought they saw the miracle of war, and did not know that this was the result of the cooperation between the tank cluster and the "aircraft" and the rapid advancement of the depth.

Leonie could not help but mutter to himself: "When the Winged Hussars launched a cluster charge, the footsteps of the war horses would make the earth tremble, the rivers flood, and the screams of the wings could make the dragon tremble."

These are obviously words used to describe the Winged Hussars, and they are descriptions that make him feel extremely glorious and proud.

Leonie was horrified to find that at this moment, these sentences seemed more appropriate when used on these enemies.

Because - they are indeed making the earth and rivers tremble.

If it were in the past, he would have faced it bravely without hesitation, and even launched a charge, because there was a powerful Fadlan Empire behind him.

But now, he actually hesitated.

Without the support of the Holy Fadlan Empire, can they really defeat the Burning Empire and defend the land of North Ethel?

Leonie, who has always been a staunch "Fadlanist", feels a little confused at this moment. His lips fluttered, his hand holding the saber trembled slightly, and sweat oozed from his palm.

"Can we really win this war?"

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