"Captain Ildo acting alone? How so? General Morse, dressed in heavy armor, turned over and got off his horse, looked at the only wounded dragon knight left in the Arrant Empire's army, and asked with a frown.

Leaning into General Morse's ear, the dragon knight spoke of the previous engagement, mentioning that his dragon was hit and wounded and could not continue the battle: "In order to prevent these mortals from seeing more dragons shot down, Captain Ildo can only act alone. ”

"Uh......h He was right. Touching his chin, General Morse thought for a moment and gave his own judgment: "It was a correct decision to attack Maricha first, and if it were me, I would prefer to choose this way." ”

Then he looked at the dragon knight and said, "You say that these mortals have the means to shoot down the dragon, and besides, it only took 500 men to wound you?" It's incredible......"

"General! I didn't want to believe that this kind of thing happened until I went through this kind of thing...... But they did. "The dragon knight still had gauze wrapped around his head, and he looked embarrassed.

"Can take down the Dragon Knight...... There are no heavy weapons yet...... The country of Ellan Hill is really ...... It's unexpected. General Morse touched his chin and said thoughtfully.

"We're less than a day away from Maricha, if we rush fast......"

"No, you don't! It should be in ruins. Let these mortals see how good we are. General Morse thought for a moment, and felt that he didn't need to rush at all.

After all, the dragon knight's destructive ability is very powerful, as long as the city is attacked, then this city called Maricha can be directly erased from the map - the destructive power of 20 dragon knights, that is not a joke.

The fact that the other party could shoot down the dragon was something that General Moss did not expect, but the fact that the other party could shoot down 20 dragons was something that General Moss had never thought of at all - in his cognition, it was impossible for mortals to confront a dragon knight squadron head-on.

"I have brought 3,000 giant horse cavalry with me this time, and no mortal empire can stop the onslaught of these cavalry. Hopefully, this time, Alan Hill can surprise us a little. Although there had been no head-on collision, General Morse was still confident in his army.

The mounts of this cavalry unit are low-level magical beasts called giant horses, which are well-trained and huge, twice the size of ordinary war horses.

These powerful horses can be equipped with heavy armor and maintain a faster advance rate than normal cavalry. Under the onslaught of cavalry, which is comparable to tanks, the defense line of any mortal empire will crumble in an instant.

If the dragon knights are elusive assassins with amazing destructive power, then these giant horse cavalry are the invincible iron horsemen on the frontal battlefield of the Holy Demon Empire. What's even more terrifying is that these knights are magic-wielding warriors who can use ranged magic to hit enemies in front of them.

"Report! Report! In the midst of the armies of the Arrant Empire, which was constantly moving south, a scout general rode his war horse in a panic, ran to General Zorn's side, lowered his voice as much as possible, and reported: "Our scout, scout...... They, they seem, seem to see, see something. ”

"Flustered, what do you look like? Say, what do you see? General Zorn disagreed, and dragged his long voice to question his subordinates. He had just received reinforcements from the Holy Demon Empire's 3,000 magic cavalry, and he was full of confidence in victory.

Although he had been defeated by Iran Hill's 500 soldiers before, he was still full of confidence in the strength of the Holy Demon Empire. He firmly believed that this victory belonged to the Holy Demon Empire, which was equivalent to saying that it belonged to the Arrant Empire.

In his mind, the 500 Elanhill grenadiers must be the best of the best, and their weapons may be the most powerful weapons in Irlanhill's hands. That's why they can shoot down a dragon knight, so they can shake the tens of thousands of elite soldiers of the Arrant Empire head-on.

Only Prince Lombuck, who was beside him, knew that he had seen even more terrifying burst weapons, the most powerful weapons in the hands of the Elanhill forces. Unfortunately, no matter how much he reminded him, General Zorn didn't want to believe that his opponent was already that strong.

"They said they saw a lot of ...... Many ......" The officer stammered, as if he did not dare to mention something, but he had to say it.

Eventually, General Zorn, who couldn't bear it anymore, urged his horse forward and decided to see for himself what Maricha had put on to scare his soldiers like this.

A majestic group of horsemen followed behind Zorn and Prince Lombuck, and they overtook the large number of soldiers marching on foot, and quickly overtook these troops, and came to the front of the whole army.

"Beyond this small jungle, there is Maricha ahead!" Seeing that there were already his own soldiers blazing a trail in the jungle, General Zorn was not worried about an enemy ambush. His troops stretched for dozens of miles, and there was no need to worry at all that someone would ambush such a huge army.

Passing his own soldiers, galloping on a very wide road that had already been opened, soon the walls of the city of Maricha appeared in the distance. Then General Zorn saw a scene that made him tremble.

His hairs stood on end, his body stiffened, his teeth chattered, and his muscles tensed to move.

It was a visceral fear that Zorn didn't even dare to scream. He managed to stabilize himself on horseback and keep himself from falling.

"......Come on," with a cry, General Zorn shouted a faint sentence in his voice that had changed its flavor after a few minutes, but it seemed to him that he had exhausted all his strength: "Go and call General Morse......"

"Help, help me......" Prince Arrant Lembac, who already felt that he was about to pee his pants, was even more unbearable than General Zorn at this time. He felt that his legs were no longer obedient, and he couldn't even turn over and dismount and find a place to sit.

At the end of a wilderness, on the head of the majestic city of Maricha, stood a row of huge trees, which stood like masts, and at the highest of them carried a huge, hideous and terrifying dragon head.

Some of the dragons' dragons had large mouths of blood, some had closed their mouths and rolled their eyes, all of them were covered in blood, and some even flowed down the giant tree before the blood dried up.

On the walls beneath these dragon heads, dried blood sprinkled on the walls like a waterfall, which seemed to make these cold walls even more terrifying. This is the Maricha that General Zorn is familiar with, this is simply the graveyard of the dragon, the carnival of the dragon slayers.

Maricha, who should have ceased to exist, was still standing tall across the wilderness, like a sleeping beast, exuding an air of savage that had never existed before. The towering trees, like the spikes on the back of the beast, represent death.

And the heads of the dragons, who seemed invincible, were now hung on the walls, and blood was drenched in the battlements of the city—a provocation and a contempt. For the first time, the Mortal Empire has responded to the millennia-old enslavement of the Magic Empire in a bloodier and more barbaric way.

On top of the blood, the giant banner of the king of Irlanhill from the largest loom production line of the Seris weaving mill hung at the head of the city, the black royal flag surrounded by blood, and it looked so majestic and magnificent - it seemed to represent the iron will, indestructible.

"They...... They ...... "tried to open their mouths to say something, but General Zorn suddenly found that neither his knowledge nor experience could support the scene in front of him. He really wanted to leave a cruel word, but he found that the war seemed to be completely out of his control.

Alan Hill has fought a bloody battle with the Holy Demon Empire to the end, and Arant, as a mortal Empire, is struggling in a war of immortals - no matter which side wins, it seems that it has nothing to do with Arant.

It can't be said that it doesn't matter at all, because if Iran Hill rises in the forbidden demon realm, then wouldn't this country be able to sweep through the mortal regions that the Magic Empire can't meddle in?

After gaining more land and more people, will this Iran Hill grow into another magical empire? A terrifying, mortal "super empire" that does not hate demonless regions. If Iran Hill wins, then a serious question will be before Arant: how to face such an empire?

While General Zorn was thinking, General Morse had already ridden his huge horse covered in battle armor to a place where he could see the head of Maricha. He frowned as he looked at the bloody dragon heads, his whole face twisted.

He has a decent personal relationship with Ildo, and the Dragon Knight has always been the most common method used by the Magic Empire to suppress the Mortal Empire. Now, these dragons that once crushed the mortal empire have become corpses and hung on the head of the city like a demonstration, and General Morse can't swallow this breath.

He wants revenge, he wants to avenge these dragon knights! He wants to destroy the city of Maricha completely, turn it into a ruin, into a realm of death - with blood, to soothe the anger in his heart! Thinking of this, Moss pulled the reins of his war horse hard, suppressed the lingering anger in his heart, and looked at Zorn beside him.

After a few seconds of silence, he squeezed out a desperate question from between his teeth: "General Zorne! Your army, when can it start attacking? ”