Throne of the North

Strictly speaking, the king first made a contract with the nobles in the south and sold the kingdom's land in the Griffin Mountains, but it belonged to McReynolds.

But no one can say anything wrong about the king.

Now the words of Archduke McReynolds were undoubtedly a fatal blow to the old king's lifespan. In the palace, the Holy See priest had to release divine magic to maintain the stability of the old king's life.

"You cannot continue to be agitated. Our Lord is calling for your service in Heaven."

The old king was equally angry about this.

"That damn gryphon, he dares to question all my decisions. This is a betrayal of me!"

"You asked me not to be angry with him?"

The old king asked in a cold voice, and the priests trembled. The old king, who was looking back again and again, was no longer afraid of any power in the face of death. Even the Lord of the Dawn could not calm him down.

In the past few days, he has killed many people, including slaves related to His Highness Hernan and caravans traveling with Grandmaster McReynolds.

He became increasingly irritable and unreasonable.

But only the old king himself knew that he was afraid of his upcoming death.

"The gods can be eternal, but I can only grow old..."

There was countless unwillingness in the old eyes, but he was powerless.

Perhaps, he could only let McReynolds die before his own death.

The priests withdrew from the palace, and the palace was silent. Even the birds did not dare to approach here in the recent period. None of the servants in the palace dared to raise their heads and walk, for fear of being locked by the king's disapproving eyes. Then he threw it randomly into a corpse pit far away.

"What on earth is Daryl doing! Why haven't you brought the traitor's head to me yet!"

The roar of the old king was conveyed deep in the palace, so the king's order arrived at the front line in an unknown number of times, belonging to the Andala royal family's own sanctuary knight Daryl Andala.

Looking at the order in his hand with a headache, Daryl didn't know what to do and could only question the nobles outside.

"Where's the food? Why haven't we collected it yet?"

Without food, how could they supply the nearly 100,000-strong army? How could the army kill McReynolds?

Outside the door, the nobleman also had a terrible headache and could only say truthfully:

"The teams we sent to collect food in various territories reported back that the Holy See had collected most of their food and used it to maintain the holy war."

"The Holy See, it's them again."

Daryl was helpless. The kingdom was rich, but it was only rich in fertile land in the southwest. The other places combined could hardly support two huge wars in a short period of time, and now there was a holy war between the Holy See and heretics.

The food in the hands of the nobles cannot be conjured out of thin air. Most of the food has been consumed in the previous war. Now the food is given to the Holy See and they are asked to continue to give it. Not to mention that the slaves below are probably starting to starve to death. The nobles are also I will never let my quality of life decline to support this war.

"In the name of the king, tell them that the food must be sent here!"

Daryl had no choice but to act like this, but it frightened the nobles. In the end, considering that he was responsible for this matter, but it could not be solved, he still did it in silence.

The king's orders urged him again and again. When Daryl saw no food, he finally let the army move forward. He felt that there was not no food to plunder in the territories ahead.

Those mud-legged people can survive anyway, right?

The kingdom and the Grand Duke were at full war. Outside the southern kingdom, the Unicorn Fortress also ushered in a war.

"Mr. Otto, you are really lucky."

Farrell looked at Otto, the heir to the Grand Duke, and outside the Unicorn's fortress, a coalition of nobles numbering as many as 60,000 had arrived at the city that originally belonged to Carlos.

The Violent Elephant Legion arrived at the Unicorn Fortress, and before Otto led the army to leave, they happened to hit the arrival of this war.

Looking at the swarming army outside, those extraordinary legions wearing cyan cloaks with feathers on their heads, Farrell couldn't help but be curious.

"Is that the Kamikaze Legion of the Carlos family, the real direct descendant of Carlos in this land?"

That's right, in the south of the Kingdom of Andara, the owners of the two duchies and the two counts, a total of four territories, are actually Carlos.

Carlos used to be the royal family of the kingdom on the continent of Norris. However, after the Pandimensional War of Gods, Carlos split. The direct lineage of the royal family was unable to maintain the rule of the kingdom. At the same time, civil strife broke out. Some nobles had conflicts with Carlos. marriage, and began an independent attempt to become the orthodoxy of Carlos.

As time went by, no one could succeed, and the nobles died and wandered, gradually forming the current four noble territories.

Among them, the Carlos royal family, which controls the Unicorn Fortress and has trade relations with the elves, is naturally the most powerful.

When there was no excessive conflict with the Kingdom of Andara before, it was always one versus three. Therefore, the Kamikaze Legion was stationed in the south of the territory instead of the so-called indestructible Unicorn Fortress.

After the fall of the Unicorn Fortress, fierce battles broke out in several noble territories. Finally, upon hearing the arrival of the empire's troops, they finally reached a consensus and formed an alliance to fight the pressure from the north.

An army of 60,000 is already the limit of the four noble realms, and they are still competing for command rights.

The Carlos family relented at the last moment and could relinquish command, but the control of the Kamikaze Corps was controlled by no one except Carlos.

In the end, the three nobles introduced the successor of the Harper family, Samuel Harper.

The ancestors of this family include more than thirty Carlos royal men and more than a hundred Carlos women, so they were able to occupy a lot of legitimacy in the original chaos.

At this moment, it was like Farrell in the fortress observing the Kamikaze Army. He was also behind the army, looking at the towering mountain-like city wall in front.

"Damn Carlos, how could you let such a fortress fall into the hands of the Grand Duke Griffin!"

"The Kamikaze Legion is a bunch of rubbish."

His voice would of course reach the ears of the Carlos family members. For a moment, a group of people glared over, and there was a strong possibility that the civil war would continue if they disagreed.

But in the end, the Carlos member who was wronged said:

"Samuel, you should think about how to deal with the Grand Duke Griffin's army and the violent elephant army that is said to have arrived at the Unicorn Fortress."

Regarding this issue, Samuel was also a little uneasy. He had never commanded any army and belonged to the family's think tank. He couldn't understand what the staff said, but he probably understood one thing.

That is, they are attacking, the opponent is defending, and the initiative is in their hands.

If you don't take into account the extraordinary legion, 60,000 vs. 50,000, the advantage lies with them.

"Tomorrow morning, under the witness of the morning light, I will launch an attack."

Compared with the interior of the empire, other aristocratic territories in the south are deeply influenced by the Holy See. Even in this army, there are many missionaries and priests. They lead monks and nuns, wearing snow-white cloaks. In the military camp, I don't know how much attention it attracted.

The same problem also occurred with Otto and Farrell.

"How will you attack?"

Otto asked. He and Farrell seemed to know each other. Faced with this question, Farrell did not respond. He just turned around and walked down the city wall, then rode on the back of the violent elephant and ordered the city gate to be opened.

"charge!"

Otto saw it hotly, because Farrell's weapon was also a hammer, just a chain hammer, which allowed him to ride on the back of the violent elephant and have a large attack range.

The city gate opened, and the violent elephant rushed out. If this fortress had not been built by giants, the city gate would have been squeezed open.

On the city wall, Otto felt the earth shaking. The gryphon next to him became uneasy, and finally flew into the sky and never landed.

Thousands of violent elephants, without the presence of extraordinary medicine and other crops, could overwhelm a wealthy imperial province. At this moment, on the battlefield outside the empire, a fury that was not seen within the empire also broke out.

The skin as thick as a city wall can withstand spears and knights' swords. Running on the ground, every step can bring up large amounts of soil and throw it into the air. However, no one will pay attention to this, because the violent elephant's charge is in the air. In the eyes of Samuel and others, it was like mountains rushing towards them.

Sixty thousand troops? The 60,000-strong army collapsed in the first moment. The four- to five-meter-tall violent elephant, covered with weapons, just rushed straight towards the shield wearing linen clothes, smelling fresh and smelling of trees, and holding a shield that was no taller than them. Spear, how could they not collapse.

Of the 60,000 troops, the 50,000 at the front were made up of temporary slaves. When the violent elephant rushed out of the city gate and they were still digging pits and burying stoves, they were already scared to death and ran for their lives indiscriminately.

"Are all armies outside the empire so miserable?"

There was contempt in Farrell's eyes. The Violent Elephant Legion charged without any hesitation. The slaves could not escape their trampling. The screams and wailings of each soldier, as well as the scene of blood splattering, spread like a plague in the army. In the soldier's eyes.

Sixty thousand people, in just ten seconds, had lost 40,000 to 50,000 weapons and weapons. Most of them didn't even have shields. They were carrying spears and standing in place with their thin and yellow faces like little skeleton soldiers.

In fact, it was similar. When the violent elephant trampled down, the bodies of these slave soldiers were torn apart immediately, with only flesh and blood still connected to each other.

"With an enemy like this, what if another hundred thousand come?"

Farrell's eyes became brighter and brighter. He enjoyed the smell of blood gradually filling the air, and looked at the soldiers who died in front of the violent elephant intoxicatedly. The scene of blood and tears made him climax and become addicted, and the power in his hands became stronger and stronger. Come bigger.

The violent elephant beneath him seemed to sense his emotions. It let out a low roar and swung its proboscis covered with metal barbs to tear open the bodies of a dozen soldiers around it who could not possibly be faster than it.

Gradually, the thousands of violent elephants behind them began to roar, and the sound echoed on the battlefield, breaking down the psychological defenses of all the soldiers.

Baron Enzo's blood was boiling as he rode on a violent elephant. He could feel that the power of the violent elephant was affecting him. At the same time, he couldn't help but wonder, did the violent elephant army really need a knight to control it?

He didn't need to do anything, he just needed to adapt to the trembling muscles of the running violent elephant. The violent elephant would take the initiative to help him complete all the rest of the battle.

The knight's sword in his hand was like a toy. He couldn't kill the enemy in time.

Until there was a sharp flash in his ear, Baron Enzo came back to his senses from the power of the violent elephant in a cold sweat, and looked ahead in horror, seeing the kamikaze army hundreds of meters away.

He turned his head and saw a violent elephant knight fall from the back of the violent elephant. He was trampled into a pulp by the elephant's hooves behind him in an instant. Then he saw a green feather arrow penetrated into the eye of a violent elephant, and only the feathers were exposed outside.

The violent elephant was shocked and furious. The pain made it wail. It attacked madly without direction and purpose. The surrounding violent elephants were not vegetarians either. After being scratched by the long trunk and the metal weapons on it, they actually attacked the violent elephant at the same time.

The violent elephants never had the consciousness of a tribe. Their brutality was directed at everything, including violent elephants like them.

Before, they could remain calm and cause limited destruction under the suppression of the knights and Farrell, but now under the stimulation of blood, the violent elephants have long lost all their reason. Even the knights on their backs can only control the direction of their advance, but cannot change their desire instinct to happily tear flesh and bones and listen to screams and wails.

As for Farrell who can suppress them? At this moment, the commander of the army had already looked at the Kamikaze Corps in front of him with bloodshot eyes like a violent elephant. There was no extra thought in his mind now. There was only one thing, that was to rush over and turn the extraordinary army into a pool of mud under his feet in the most cruel way.

"Tear them apart!"

Farrell roared in a low voice, but the voice spread throughout the battlefield. The violent elephant became more and more crazy. There was no weak soldiers around him in his eyes, only the Kamikaze Corps in the distance.

Five hundred meters away, the Kamikaze Corps, which could shoot flying birds from a thousand meters away, fired calmly, and the arrows pierced the violent elephant's body, making the violent elephant, which already had many metal fragments as weapons, feel nothing.

Four hundred meters away, the powerful arrows finally had the possibility of shooting through the flesh and blood of the violent elephant, but the pain from the bones made the violent elephant scream and become more crazy.

Three hundred meters away, the Kamikaze Corps could almost smell the fishy smell in the air. Some people's faces were stiff, and the bows and arrows in their hands were no longer stable.

Two hundred meters... The Kamikaze Corps could still hold back and continue to shoot arrows, causing the violent elephants to fall into a state of rationality and riot, but the Kamikaze Corps leader, Ian Carlos of the Carlos family, the Holy Domain Knight, could not help it.

"Retreat!"

In the middle of the Kamikaze Corps, a priest was chanting, and then the snow-white holy light fell, and the divine arts bathed the legs of every Kamikaze Corps soldier, making them retreat to the distant hillside like the wind under their feet.

"Divine arts that I have never seen before, magic?"

Farrell did not think about it, watching the Kamikaze Corps retreating to the hillside, a ferocious smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Stupid."

The violent elephants did not stop. The 60,000 troops had already been drilled through by them. Behind them was a river of blood, and there were no deep pits or large holes in front of them to deal with violent elephants. The most wrong thing the Carlos family coalition did was that the time they arrived overlapped with the time when the violent elephants arrived at the Unicorn Fortress.

The political struggle caused the war to fail. Seeing the Kamikaze Corps retreat to the hillside, the violent elephants became more excited. When the violent elephant under Farrell stepped on the gentle slope and brought up a lot of soil and gravel, Ian Carlos's face changed.

The violent elephants rushed up the hillside from the flat ground. It was not as if they were walking on flat ground, but the soil and rocks of the mountain were broken under their feet, as if they had stepped out a staircase step by step, making the mountain...smaller.

"Tear them up for me...!"

Farrell finally roared out, waving the chain hammer in his hand, carrying the deep blue fighting spirit to throw out a storm vortex with a diameter of tens of meters, rolling up countless gravel and rushing forward.

He was powerful, and the violent elephant under him was also powerful.

The violent elephant raised its head and let out a roar that shook the mountains and cracked the earth in the storm of soil and rocks.

Thousands of elephants roared at the same time, and the ground beneath their feet shook. As the elephant under Farrell raised its front legs high, the ground in front of it...really cracked.

The hillside trembled, and a hideous huge crack appeared in the middle of the hillside, followed by dense spider-web-like cracks that cracked towards both sides.

"Crush them!"

The hillside was not high to begin with, and now it was broken, and the rocks and soil kept falling. The elephants once again increased their speed and rushed towards the collapsed hillside.

This time, the elephants no longer stepped on the soil and rocks, but used their tusks to hit this - perhaps what can be called a mountain.

The tusks tore open the main body of the hillside, and ran towards both sides in pain, but the elephants behind them had already pushed up and hit the hard place in full force.

Repeatedly hitting forward, repeatedly throwing both sides away, until thousands of elephants had all hit once, the main body with cracks on the top of the head finally collapsed and fell to one side.

Ian Carlos appeared in the sky, looking at the scene of the hillside collapse in shock, and the Kamikaze Corps soldiers who were staggering because they could not fly and the hillside was broken.

"How could this happen?"

He murmured with a trembling body, and the next moment he flew madly downwards. If the Kamikaze Corps was completely wiped out here, the Carlos family would be finished.

However, before he landed, he heard a sharp roar in his ears, and a hammer full of spikes smashed towards him amid the roar of the violent elephant.

Dust filled the air, and elephants stood up from the mud, shaking off the dirt and rocks on their bodies, and made cruel elephant calls to the Kamikaze soldiers who had fallen under them.