White Dragon Lord

On the night after the meeting, a secret magic order was delivered to the supreme commander of the frontier army of the Lowe Kingdom, Viscount Namisha.

The next day, the frontier troops, who had been taking a defensive stance, launched a surprise attack on the barbarian tribes on the frontier.

The barbarians have always been looting in the south, and no one has ever invaded the barren barbarian territory. Therefore, the barbarian tribe suffered heavy losses without any defense.

In one day, the army of the Luowei Kingdom advanced ten kilometers to the barbarian prairie, and the barbarian tribes on the border were slaughtered by the long-repentant Luowei soldiers.

But the battle situation is not as optimistic as it seems. The barbarians are all soldiers. As long as the barbarians recover from the initial raid, under the call of the holy city - Sandonal, the invaders will fall into more than 20 million In the sea of ​​barbarians.

His long military career gave Viscount Namisha a keen sense of military affairs. After chasing and killing for a while, he gave up on expanding the victory, led the army back to the border cities, and sent rangers to notify the residents of the villages and towns around the city to move into the city to prevent the barbarians from retaliation.

Wearing armor, Viscount Namixia stood on the wall of the border city, Midoran Fortress, and looked at the barbarian prairie inlaid with a little green in the distance.

At this time, it was early spring, and the weather began to warm up. The snow on the barbarian prairie began to melt, revealing the barren land below which had been snowed for a winter.

A cold wind blew, raising the white cloak behind Viscount Nanami Xia. The wind of early spring still carried the chill of winter. Viscount Nanami Xia, who was in his fifties, instinctively tightened his clothes and continued to look at the barbarian in the distance. grassland.

There was deep worry in the eyes of this veteran frontier guard, he didn't understand why His Majesty the King gave such an order.

It is not a wise choice to anger the barbarians and attract revenge. The border between the Luowei Kingdom and the barbarian prairie is too long, and even a hundred thousand frontier troops cannot hold such a long border.

Suddenly, a ranger appeared on the horizon in the distance, stationed in the distance to watch Midoran Fortress.

Viscount Namixia frowned, this is the light cavalry of the barbarian's detection information.

The Viscount guards on the side also found the barbarian's forward, and their eyes burst with astonishing hatred.

"Lord Viscount, do you want to drive him away?"

Viscount Namixia waved his hand.

"Need not."

The barbarian prairie has the best BMW in Nordhill,

The barbarians are also known as the nation on horseback. The military horses of the Luowei Kingdom cannot catch up with the light cavalry, but may be injured by the bows and arrows on their bodies.

Viscount Namixia looked down at the crowd of people who lined up to escape into the city, and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the people had evacuated in time.

The barbarians are known as the nation on horseback. They are good at horse fighting. Their fighting style comes and goes like flying. suffer from it.

Whenever there is a shortage of food, the barbarian tribes will organize a green movement south, sneak into the Loewy Kingdom in small groups, attack the towns and villages on the border, rape, murder, loot, and do all kinds of evil. Almost every northerner of the Loewy Kingdom Has an inexorable hatred with barbarians.

Therefore, when they entered the barbarian prairie yesterday, the soldiers were very excited and killed every barbarian they could see.

But the consequences of the momentary relief are also very serious, and the barbarian scouts have arrived.

War is not far away!

Viscount Namixia frowned. He was not afraid of war, because the barbarians who lacked heavy siege equipment could not use the tall city walls. What he was worried about was that the barbarians would bypass the city and attack the villages in the interior.

The Luowei Kingdom is mainly a farming civilization. The villages are scattered everywhere. If the barbarians sneak into the interior and destroy the villages and farmland, it will cause great losses to the Luowei Kingdom. Even if the four princes bring reinforcements, they may not be able to stop Biao. Tough barbarian.

This was the main reason why Viscount Namisha did not understand the king's order.

...

At the same time, the four princes of the Lowe Kingdom—Molausang, Passy, ​​Millam, and Pondelia each led an army of 10,000 white wolves on their way to the border.

The Luowei Kingdom has three trump card legions, one guards the border between the Luowei Kingdom and Paphlan, the other guards the barbarian prairie, and the remaining one is firmly held by the king, this army is the white army. Wolf Army.

At this time, the 100,000-strong White Wolf Army was divided into 40,000 and assigned to the four princes who were eligible to compete for the throne. The old king's meaning was already clear. The best performer in this war was the next one. king.

Therefore, the whole country of the Lowe Kingdom is staring at this battle.

The Third Prince - Milem Baines rode a large maroon horse and walked at the forefront of the army. The third prince of the Lowe Kingdom was a pure Nordhill northerner, with a high nose and a deep The sunken eyes, eyes sharp as eagles, full of chestnut curly hair.

Walking beside the prince were two of his close associates, the captain of the Guards - Hatim, and his staff - Samisi.

Prince Millam drove the horse under his crotch and looked around. At this time, he had begun to enter the northern part of the Loewy Kingdom, and the population was gradually sparse. There were only barren wilderness nearby and towering snow-capped mountains in the distance.

At this moment, Prince Millam didn't want to look at the beautiful scenery, so he said absentmindedly.

"Samisi, my father went there yesterday. Who was there? Did you find it?"

The chief staff member who sat down with the third prince, the 13th-level senior mage-Samisi shook his head.

"No, but I can be sure that His Majesty was sent out through teleportation, and only brought the guardian knight and Bruce. I paid a special visit to Bruce, but Bruce was very busy, and I couldn't get any hints."

Prince Millam flashed a hint of disappointment, but then relaxed. Since he only brought the guardian knight and Uncle Bruce, he couldn't find it, nor the other three princes. Everyone was standing on the same starting line.

Fair competition, Prince Millam is not afraid of anyone. He looked back at the army of more than 20,000 people behind him. This is the capital for him to win this throne battle.

"How long will it take for the 3,000 men and horses promised by Earl Tiruan to arrive?"

"It is estimated that it will take two days."

Prince Millam nodded with satisfaction. Count Tiruan's territory is in the south, and two days are already fast.

The prince and his staff chatted about the current situation all the way, and the captain of the Guards, Hatim, suddenly interrupted the conversation between the two.

"His Royal Highness, I'm sorry to interrupt you, but if you continue talking, it may be raining."

Hatim pointed to the clouds that lowered his head, and Prince Millam frowned. At this time, it was getting dark and the clouds were low. It was estimated that the first spring thunder of the year was coming.

"Find a suitable location and set up camp!"

...

The holy city of the northern barbarians - Sandonar.

In the hall of the chiefs, the berserker Sifrey sat high on the throne of the patriarch. Two rows of chairs were arranged symmetrically in the hall. The chiefs of more than one hundred barbarian clans were sitting or standing, arguing with each other.

"How dare these damn two-legged sheep slaughter Sandonar's people?!"

"They must be taught a lesson of blood!"

"Cut off their heads to make Jingguan!"

There was a lot of indignation in the hall, and the chiefs of the major barbarian clans shouted that they wanted to hit the capital of Luowei.

Obviously, the raid of the Lowe Kingdom made these barbarian chiefs who were used to robbing others very angry, or panic.

For a long time, because the barbarians have little oil and water, and the folk customs are sturdy, the whole people are soldiers, and the attack on the barbarians is not worth the gain.

But in fact, the national strength of the Rowe Kingdom is stronger than that of the barbarians. It is only because of the existence of the old enemy, the Paphran Kingdom, that the Loewy Kingdom can only tolerate it, because once a war with the barbarians, the Paphlan Kingdom will inevitably enter.

Today, the Luowei Kingdom is provoking the barbarians for no reason, which makes the chiefs of the barbarians feel angry and uneasy at the same time.

While the chiefs of the major clans were quarreling, the barbarian patriarch, Sifred, did not say a word, resting his head on one hand and closing his eyes, he was waiting for a news.

Not long after, a priest wearing chain armor and holding a one-handed hammer pushed open the wooden door and walked in.

The door suddenly opened, pouring a cold wind into the warm room, and the chiefs turned their heads to look at the visitors.

After discovering the identity of the visitor, the chiefs hurriedly stood up and saluted, because this was the god of barbarians—Balino’s highest spokesperson in Nordhill, the legendary priest—Homland.

Sifrey was still sitting on the throne of the patriarch. The barbarian patriarch and the helm of the Church of Balino were on the same level, so of course there was no need to stand up and salute.

"Archbishop Holmland, is there anything unusual?"

Holmland shook his head.

"No, the border between the Kingdom of Lowe and the Kingdom of Pavlan is the same as before, and the army of the Kingdom of Elans has not moved, but the four princes of the Kingdom of Lowe, each with 10,000 white wolf troops, are rushing to the border. ."

Sifrey frowned.

Luo Wei Kingdom has a convulsion? !

Why provoke barbarians? !

Sifrey felt that something was wrong, and there must be a demon when something went wrong, but his eyes were black.

But no matter what, the current situation would not allow him to retire, his clansmen were slaughtered by outsiders, and if he, the barbarian patriarch, acted as a tortoise, then the spittle of the people could drown him.

Sifrey slapped his chair, stood up, and glanced at the great clan chiefs below.

The chiefs of the major clans did not dare to look at the legendary warrior with a storied reputation, and lowered their heads one after another.

Satisfied, Sifred said loudly.

"Everyone! A day ago! Our brothers and sisters in the south were mercilessly slaughtered by the bastards of the Loewy Kingdom! I, the patriarch of the barbarian clan! I am very sad! We must avenge those brothers and sisters who died! Who among you is willing to send troops? !"

boom!

A strong man stood up, and at the same time slapped the chair under him to pieces.

"The Stud Clan is willing to stand with the patriarch! We have sent three thousand strong and strong men!"

"The Muluo clan has 2,500 sons!"

"..."

"Five thousand sons of the Haro clan participated in the battle."

As soon as the chief of the Haro clan came out, there was silence. At present, there were 5,000 people at the most.

"I personally lead the team!"

The Harlow clan chief stood up and glanced angrily across the hall.

"Anyone of you who won't go! Who is a woman without eggs!"

The chief of the Stud clan agreed.

"Yes! Whoever doesn't go! Whoever is bastard! Not fit to be a chief!"

For a time, the chiefs responded one after another.

In the end, everyone's eyes fell on the twenty-three chiefs at the end of the seats. These twenty-three chiefs sat at the end of the team, trying to reduce their sense of existence, as if they were out of tune with the whole.

These twenty-three chiefs are indeed incompatible with the group, because most of the barbarians believe in the god of barbarians - Ba Linuo, while the main belief of these twenty-three tribes is the god of war - Haridon!

Due to different beliefs, these twenty-three barbarian clans were excluded from the entire barbarian society.

At this time, everyone's attention was focused on themselves and others, and the twenty-three chiefs felt like a light on their backs.

The leader of the small group, the Waror Tribe Chief, bravely stood up and said.

"The Volor tribe will send 2,500 sons, and I will lead the team myself!"

"One thousand eight hundred sons from the Vani clan."

"..."

It was not until the twenty-three chiefs expressed their opinions that everyone took their sights back.

At the moment of the enemy, the crowd did not overly divide the twenty-three chiefs, but a meal of cynicism was indispensable.

Fortunately, at this time, Sifrey applauded to attract everyone's attention.

"Okay! As long as we unite as one, there will be a Rowe Kingdom! It's not a problem!"

Under the anger of the crowd, the total force of the major clans has reached more than 300,000 people, but Sifrey's happiness is not fake.

The society of the barbarians is made up of tribes, and the tribes have completely independent autonomy. Even the patriarch, Sifred, cannot force a tribe to participate in the war. Therefore, more than 300,000 people are a very good one. s level.

Sifrey's face was full of joy.

"In order to prevent the raid of the legendary powerhouses of the Lowe Kingdom, I decided to sit in the town myself!"

"Okay! With the patriarch in charge, we will win the next battle!"

"Definitely!"

"..."

Responders are like a cloud.

Sifrey and Archbishop Holmland looked at each other tacitly and nodded slightly.

The chiefs left the field and prepared to go. The barbarians brought their own dry food to participate in the battle. It was no small matter to prepare horses and dry food for thousands of people.

Soon only Sifrey and Archbishop Holmland were left in the hall.

Sifrey's face was gloomy, he was not as confident as everyone else, but the situation forced him to go! .

"His Excellency Archbishop, have you tried to seek guidance from His Majesty Barino?"

Holmland's face was solemn.

"I have tried it. Your Majesty has guided me. There is a big crisis ahead. Unfortunately, I am not strong enough to obtain accurate information."

The gods are not omnipotent, because no one can see through the long river of fate, but the gods can predict the future direction and test the luck based on some signs.

Sifrey asked in a deep voice.

"How big is it?"

"The danger of genocide!"

Sifrey's face changed, and Barino all predicted that the family was in danger of annihilation, so the barbarians were really in danger.

But Sifred was also someone who had seen strong winds and waves, and after a while, Sifred calmed down.

"I am in the army, and Your Excellency Holmland is in the rear. At this time, I can only do my best and obey the destiny."

The Winter Lord of the White Dragon

Still looking for "The White Dragon: The Winter Lord" free novel?

Baidu direct search: "" Reading novels is easy!

( = )