The red tail flame dragged out a long red trail of light, and then exploded into a cloud of crimson brilliance in the slightly whitening air.

The brilliance is not very strong and dazzling, but in this moment before the dawn, it is particularly dazzling.

In the next moment, a shrill horn sounded from the camp of the Mountain Lion Legion.

The camp, which had been as silent as a pool of stagnant water, seemed to come to life at this moment, and all the soldiers who were still patrolling and standing guard immediately began to assemble towards the designated area. Then, in the next moment, soldiers began to rush out of those tents, and then joined the phalanx that had formed a formation in the designated area, and although these soldiers moved in a hurry and haste, there was no sign of panic.

Alfred, who was observing the legion from a few hundred meters away from the camp, couldn't help but become even more gloomy. Although he knew that the Mountain Division would pretend to fall asleep even when he was sleeping because of his habits, even in this way, judging from the reaction speed of the Mountain Lion Legion, it was far more than the elite division in the general sense, which made Alfred immediately understand that the next battle was probably a vicious battle.

When the soldiers in the camp of the Mountain Lion Legion were assembled, they did not choose to wait in the camp, but left the camp directly, putting on an offensive posture.

Because this entry into the So'an Territory was a covert operation, the Mountain Lion Legion did not erect a flag with their military insignia.

It's just that whether it is the pride of the Mountain Lion Legion or the combat experience of the Mountain Army, the fighting method of sticking to the camp is obviously not suitable for them, and only by fighting each other on the field battlefield can it really adapt to the combat mode of the Mountain Lion Legion.

But for the commander of the Mountain Lion Legion, fighting in the current wasteland. It still makes him feel a little pity. If he had a choice, he would definitely choose to fight in the mountains and forests, because that was their home field, and as long as he was fighting in the mountains and forests, he would even be confident enough that he could completely annihilate a strong army like the Tequila Blackguards with the same strength.

It's just that unless it's the party that has the initiative, it usually doesn't have the right to choose the right place.

But even so, the captain of the Mountain Lion Legion, Lowell. Howard didn't really care.

Because as one of the few truly elite legions in the Kingdom of Dabiang. Lowell and his legion of mountain lions do have enough pride and conceit, after all, in his eyes, the only person who can act as their opponent in the entire Dabiang Kingdom is the Tequila Black Guard under the command of the Duke of Tequila. And even the thunderous front under the command of Marquis Tonis was rumored to be extremely terrifying, he would not be afraid, because he had already made that army suffer enough when he fought in a mountain area.

It is these shocking achievements. Only then did they create the mountain lion army that dares to be called invincible in mountain warfare.

So, in Lowell's eyes. It doesn't matter which army the enemy is affiliated with. He wouldn't care.

When Lowell led the 3,000 soldiers of the Mountain Lion Legion under his command to stand at a distance of about two hundred meters from the camp, he finally saw the legion that had finally arrived belatedly after sending out the flare.

All of them were heavily armored blue, and all soldiers were equipped with shields, and their weapons were spears and short swords.

This is a standard heavy infantry corps.

The corners of Lowell's mouth lifted slightly, and his face showed a hint of mockery, and his gaze immediately moved to the banner held by the suddenly appeared legion.

It was a flag with only a family coat of arms.

The edge of the flag is a silver silk thread. The background color is black, with starlight-like accents, and in the center of the banner is a pair of strangely shaped wings: half spread and half folded.

Lowell sifted through his mind quickly, and then he was sure of one thing: he had never seen the family crest.

For a nobleman. It is a basic common sense to distinguish the family crests of those powerful families, and this kind of identification is not only limited to their own country, but even the family crests of the great nobles of the surrounding countries need to be remembered. So this family crest, which never appeared in Lowell's memory, represents only two possibilities: the first is that the family is not worth remembering at all; The second is that this is a new family.

Judging by the orders he received from the Howard family, Lowell was naturally inclined to the latter.

And a new family dared to come to Suo'an Ling, or even to trouble the Mountain Lion Legion, and Luo Wei soon knew which family the family crest belonged to.

The Connelly Family.

The Shaun who single-handedly stirred up the entire southern part of Dabion to a point where there was no peace. The family of Baron Connery.

Rowell was no stranger to this lord, he had heard too many stories about this lord in the past nearly a year, but the more he did this, the more it stimulated his fighting spirit - for a military madman who is keen on war, being able to confront different opponents and then completely defeat and annihilate them is the greatest pleasure and pleasure of any military madman.

But unfortunately, he had heard too many stories about Alfred, William, the Thunder Lion, and Steel Wings in the Howard family, but he had never had the opportunity to fight them, which made Rowell's heart hold his breath all the time. So when he received Yean. When Howard asked him to lead the Mountain Lion Legion into the dormant territory of So'an and wait for the order to climb the mountains in the Dayi Territory to raid the Panda Territory, Lowell became extremely excited.

At this time, he suddenly encountered an army from Sean in Suo'an, and Rowell's first reaction was not that this army would appear here, but which army under Sean's command was? But there are more emotions in the heart, but there is a kind of intense pleasure that comes from pleasure, and a sense of superiority that outsiders don't know where it comes from.

When Alfred led the Thunder Lion to stand a hundred meters away from the Mountain Lion Legion, Rowell's eyes naturally shifted to Alfred's body, looked him up and down thoroughly, and then showed a playful smile on his face.

He walked about twenty or thirty meters forward, and out of the unspoken rules of war, Alfred also walked forward twenty or thirty meters. As a result, the distance between the two sides is less than forty meters.

The two sides glanced at each other, but Rowell didn't look at Alfred at all, his eyes fell on the halberd in Alfred's hand, and his eyes showed a bit of fanaticism and greed - the flame lion fangs have undergone a comprehensive improvement since Sean returned from the Gray Shadow Black Market, and now this weapon is a truly powerful golden magic weapon, and its power is more powerful than the flame spear in Rena's hand, and a war maniac like Rowell will show greed for the flame lion fangs in Alfred's hand, This is a very normal reaction.

"The Lion King. Alfred? After a moment, Rowell's gaze finally moved to Alfred's face, in fact, with or without the halberd. He could easily recognize Alfred's identity, because the aristocratic circle of the entire Dabiang Kingdom was no stranger to Alfred, Sean, and William, "When we met for the first time, my name was Lowell. Howard. The Lion King. Lowell. ”

Alfred's pupils narrowed slightly, and he could clearly feel the war, hostility, and greed and thirst for the fangs of the flame lion in Lowell's eyes.

But that's not what he needs to focus on. He will stand in front of this Howard family member who claims to be also the lion king according to the rules of the battlefield at the moment and listen to his nonsense, just to find the weakness of this man. But it's clear. This man not only has the rigor of being a soldier. There is also the caution of being a nobleman - his personal strength is not strong, and Alfred thinks that even without the fangs of the Flame Lion, he can kill the opponent in a turn, because he is the same as William.

However, he chose to keep a distance of forty meters from him, and if this distance was Sean, he would definitely be able to easily kill him. But for Alfred himself, he couldn't. Because he is not known for his agility, even though he has engraved magic textures on all three pieces of equipment on his body to increase his agility speed, his flame lion fangs are completely biased towards the attribute of pure strength. Counting the weight of the armor and the fangs of the Flame Lion, all of this could only make him barely maintain the agility that a high-ranking silver master should have.

If at the beginning Alfred thought that the other party's forty meters distance from him was just the luck of the other party, then through the other party's self-introduction, Alfred knew that it was not luck. Because lions, especially the lion kings of a tribe, in order to ensure their authority, they will strangle all threats in the cradle in advance, and this keen sense of smell and perception of danger is manifested in the war, that is, knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent, so Alfred knows that the other party has a deep understanding of himself, and also has a deep self-awareness of his own strength.

This is a difficult enemy.

Alfred had such an impression in his mind.

"The name of the lion king only needs one person." Alfred said lightly.

"I think so too." Lowell nodded, a bright aristocratic smile on his face, "So, can I ask you to die?" ”

Alfred laughed too, his laughter was more wild and domineering than Rowell's slightly feminine and contrived appearance, and in essence, the mercenary-turned-Alfred was more like a lion than Rowell: "There were many people who said this to me, but in the end they became the bones of my march. I'm sure you'll be no exception. ”

"It's hard to say." Perhaps it was the hostile rejection of the Lion King, who was also called the Lion King, and Lowell was very upset with Alfred's laughter, which made his face slightly gloomy, "But I can give you a chance......

"I'll give you a chance." Alfred interrupted Rowell directly, "If you surrender now, then I can keep you alive." Of course, the number of the Mountain Lion Legion can also be retained, and it will not be removed from now on. ”

"Hah!" Hearing Alfred's words, Lowell laughed angrily, "With such a big tone, you really think of yourself as the lion king?" ”

"Isn't it?" Alfred may have had a lot of contact with Sean, and his demeanor at this time was completely copied from Sean's contemptuous style, "I said that only one is enough for the name of the Lion King." If you are willing to surrender, then I can agree to keep the name of the Mountain Lion Legion, and it is not impossible for you to become the lion king. But if you refuse to surrender, then don't say that you can't be the lion king, even the mountain lion army will definitely be removed today. ”

"Huh." Luo Wei let out a sneer, his eyes became extremely cold, "You don't even have the number of banners, you actually have the audacity to say that you want to remove the Mountain Lion Legion, even the Tequila Black Guard would not dare to say such a thing." ”

The number of the flag, that is the highest honor that belongs to the army.

Basically, only the most elite armies could get such a flag, as in the case of the Red Crusaders of the Kingdom of Dabion, who did not go out with the coat of arms of the Kingdom of Dabiang. Rather, it is a red cross flag with a white background. But whoever it is, as soon as they see this banner, they will know that this is the Red Cross Cavalry Regiment, one of the two ace armies of the Kingdom of Dabiang.

In the Kingdom of Dabion, there were only ten legions of the army with the banner of independence, including the Red Crusader Regiment and the Third Garrison.

Thereinto. The Mountain Lion Legion has its own banner.

In the Duchy of Lane, there are even fewer armies with the number banner. There are only seven armies, including Asuna's Thundering Edge. And Sean's army. While each of them currently has its own legion number, none of them have a number banner, so no matter how famous Alfred and the Thunder Lion are, no one will recognize this army as a true powerhouse.

Because he lacks a number flag.

Of course, such a supreme military honor, it is naturally impossible for the lord to get a banner himself and say that it is a number banner. He had to go through a series of complicated vettings before finally notifying the entire continent.

In the face of Rowell's ridicule, Alfred's expression remained calm as before: "Is the number flag really that important?" I don't think necessarily, the strength of an army is determined by the quality of its commanders and the army. It has nothing to do with this flag, it is at best a flashy thing to add to the cake. So even if you have a number flag, so what? If you don't surrender, then it's not like you're going to be removed today. ”

Hearing that Alfred opened his mouth and closed his mouth to remove his name, Rowell's face looked unusually ugly.

If you just judge from the momentum and attitude, no matter how you look at it, Lowell is obviously worthy of the name "Lion King", but it is Alfred's immovable and awe-inspiring momentum that is really like a lion king.

Of course, Alfred said that he would remove Lowell and his Mountain Lion Legion, naturally it was not just casual talk, but he really had the confidence and strength.

Of course, the Mountain Lion Legion is undoubtedly a fourth-level army, but this fourth-level army is limited by the terrain, and only in special places can it truly exert the elite combat power belonging to the fourth-level army. Therefore, in terms of combat power, the Thunder Lion and the Mountain Lion Legion can be said to be the same, and even because the Thunder Lion has been fighting on the wasteland, plains and other terrains since its formation, and it is also the configuration of standard heavy infantry and the investment of Sean and William in armaments, so only in terms of combat power, the Thunder Lion is stronger than the Mountain Lion Legion.

Of course, more importantly, Alfred's Thunder Lion has 5,000 people, while the Mountain Lion Legion at the moment is only 3,000 people.

With almost all of the armaments, troops, and terrain dominant, Alfred really didn't think that his Thunder Lion would have the possibility of defeat.

So what did he not dare to fight in this battle?

"Very good, I want to see today, how did you remove me from the list!" Luo Wei shouted angrily, and only at this moment, when he was furious, did he finally have a bit of the momentum of the lion king's anger.

But in the face of this momentum, Alfred simply turned around, and then returned to his legion the same way.

In the air, only the words that fell when he was leaving: "See you on the battlefield." ”

is a simple sentence, but it reveals an unrivaled domineering.

The routine negotiations that preceded the start of this frontal battle naturally ended in failure, and the commanders of both sides soon returned to their respective regiments.

Without superfluous words and hesitation, the two armies, a hundred meters apart, soon began to march towards each other's formation.

Neither the Mountain Lion Legion, which was a mountain army, nor the Thunder Lion, which was composed of heavy infantry units, were attacked from a distance, so the two armies did not make any defensive advances. They were like a pack of lions that had already set their sights on their prey and were about to attack, slowly but surely advancing towards the enemy.

The sound of the army's footsteps was not very loud at first, and everyone just marched in silence.

The distance of 100 meters is not long, but it is not so short that it only takes a minute or two to start engagement.

However, as the distance between them shortened, the roar like rolling thunder began to gradually increase, and the solemn momentum from the battlefield battle also began to gradually climb in the two armies, and became more and more vigorous. At this moment, both sides seemed to feel as if the entire world realm had become static. Not only was there no sound of the breeze, but even the footsteps of the companions as they moved forward were gone, and everything around them was silent except silence, but everyone began to hold back a fire in their hearts, and this fire was burning more and more. The burning became more and more intense, as if it was about to erupt from the chest at any moment.

Alfred before didn't understand what it was. But now he knows it.

This is killing intent.

It is the killing intent that belongs to the army. It is the awe-inspiring killing intent condensed by the concentricity of 5,000 soldiers, and it is also the "field", "potential", and "domain" that Sean said, which is a unique momentum that only belongs to the army. If this momentum is more condensed, even enough to manifest it, then even the powerhouses of the Sacred Domain will feel like they are stuck in a quagmire when they fall into this environment, which is also the secret of the army to deal with the powerhouses.

And judging from this momentum. Alfred knew he was right about confidence and confidence.

He, and his Thunder Lions, are stronger than Lowell's Mountain Lions legion!

This intense confidence filled his chest, and then turned into a fiery torrent surging through his body. It seems like it's going to break out of your chest at any moment. But he could only hold back and endure patiently, allowing this torrent to continue to compress and condense in his chest, because now is not the time to explode.

When the distance between the two armies was shortened from a hundred meters to fifty meters, the aura of silence and solemnity became stronger and more obvious.

Rowell's brows couldn't help but raise slightly, and the moment he felt the momentum emanating from the Thunder Lion, his heartbeat couldn't help but slow down.

Because at this moment, he suddenly felt an awe-inspiring aura that he had only felt when he was head-to-head with the Tequila Black Guard.

"Impossible!"

Rowell's face was gloomy as water, and he took a deep breath to completely extinguish the slightest trace of fear that had just emerged in his heart. His state of mind once again returned to the same state, but although his momentum still did not change in the slightest, but because of this momentary pause, the momentum of the entire Mountain Lion Legion in the continuous ascent was inevitably eased by a point. And if this point is in peacetime, it naturally doesn't matter, but when facing the Thunder Lion, whose combat power is not inferior to the Mountain Lion Legion, it is a bit dangerous.

Because, Alfred has keenly captured the hesitation of the Mountain Lion Legion at this moment.

Alfred, whose eyes were shining, did not give the Mountain Lion Legion a chance to breathe and recover, Alfred made full use of this momentum that was slowed down by Rowell's change in mood, and completely exploded his killing intent. And when they felt the momentum of Alfred, the coach, the soldiers of the Thunder Lion did not have the slightest fear on their faces, they became more silent, and the killing intent emanating from their bodies became more condensed.

All this makes the momentum exuded by the Thunder Lion even more amazing.

Finally!

When the distance between the two sides was reduced from fifty meters to only twenty meters again, a slightly hoarse roar escaped Alfred's throat.

That's the roar of the lion king!

"Kill!"

A mixture of anger and murderous intent erupted from the depths of his throat, turning into an even more terrifying sky-high momentum, and then merging into the killing intent emanating from the Thunder Lion. At this moment, it was like dripping boiling oil into the burning flames, completely making the burning flames even more violent, and in the induction of the spirit spirit, it was even vaguely recognizable that a blood-red pillar of light rose from the Thunder Lion's phalanx.

"Kill!"

The roar of the five thousand angry lions seemed to respond to their lion king, and a loud roar came from their throats like a single one.

The blood-colored pillar of light that rose into the sky seemed to have become thicker.

As Sean always did, Alfred took the lead in charging the Mountain Lions.

This tactic is to take the lead in the first place. It doesn't have any noticeable effect on the average elite legion.

But just because there is no obvious effect does not mean that it will not be effective.

Alfred's first charge towards the Mountain Lion Legion still had a certain deterrent effect after all, because at this moment, the Mountain Lion Legion was obviously sluggish for a second. And the momentum condensed by the forty-meter distance they walked out before was also inevitably weakened by half in the roar of the Thunder Lion, and a strange emotion that had not appeared in the hearts of the Mountain Lion Legion for a long time began to slowly grow.

"Rush!"

As the leader of the Mountain Lion Legion, Rowell is no less familiar with this legion than Alfred is to the Thunder Lion. So in this moment. He had already sensed the subtle reaction of the Mountain Lion Legion, which made him feel a little annoyed in his heart, because in the last moment just now, he was actually a little distracted, and as a result, he missed the moment when the tactics were launched. Let Alfred steal the lead.

So at this moment, he naturally wanted to shout the slogan of the charge.

It's rushing. And not kill.

Only from this point. It is also true that Lowell is a seasoned commander.

Then, he took the lead and rushed towards the Thunder Lion.

As a commander, Lowell is also not the kind of person who just talks but doesn't practice, and he is at the forefront of every war. Although his personal strength is a high-ranking bronze - which is certainly much better than William, but in Alfred's eyes, he is still just a scumbag - which is certainly a more dangerous behavior in the current battlefield environment. But I have to admit that Rowell's charge of leading the way can indeed play a very good positive role.

When he was the first to charge towards the Thunder Lion, the panic that had just emerged in the hearts of all the soldiers of the Mountain Lion Legion behind him. and it was completely extinguished. All the soldiers of the Mountain Lion Legion rushed towards the formation of the Thunder Lion with a fanatical and fearless face, and then soon, soldiers began to pass their commander, and in the blink of an eye, Rowell, who was in the first place, already knew where the road was.

Alfred's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a thick disdain in his eyes.

Acting school.

He spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm.

With Rowell's strength, although he was a scumbag in Alfred's eyes, if he really charged single-mindedly, it would be impossible for him to be surpassed by the soldiers of the other Mountain Lion Legions, but would be the first to rush in front of him and fight him. But now, in Alfred's vision, Rowell's form has completely disappeared, which shows that he was not a sincere charge at all from the beginning, he was just using some psychological cues to strengthen the courage and confidence of the Mountain Lion Legion.

Such an opponent, in Alfred's eyes, is simply worthless.

Because once the war situation is weak, such a commander will not be able to set an example at all, and defeat will only be an inevitable result.

Alfred was disgusted by the fact that he had treated Rowell as an opponent.

Countless thoughts flashed through Alfred's mind.

And then.

He was the first person on the Thunder Lion's side to engage the Mountain Lion Legion.

The fangs of the Flame Lion were raised high by him, and then flung to the right, and his right hand slid back on the handle of the halberd, and when it slid to the end, Alfred suddenly exerted his right hand and tightened the handle of the halberd. With the force of Alfred's sudden effort, the halberd swung to the right of the dragon came to a halt in midair, but the sharp blade of the axe was just enough to cut the throat of a mountain lion legion soldier who was rushing towards him.

To outsiders, it seemed as if the soldier himself had rushed to seek his death.

But only in the eyes of true masters and strong men can they see that Alfred's blow is an excellent judgment of distance, speed and force.

When the halberd slashed the soldier's throat, Alfred didn't stay where he was, his figure still charging forward. However, his right hand was swung again, and this time the halberd swung fiercely to the left, and then once again slashed a soldier of the Mountain Lion Legion directly into the air - with the weight and attribute bonus of the flame lion's fangs, plus Alfred's full force, it was impossible for ordinary soldiers to block it.

This time, however, the Mountain Lion Legion soldier was also unlucky, as he triggered the special effect attached to the Flame Lion's fangs.

Scorching burning.

So when the soldier of the Mountain Lion Legion was chopped into the air, a ball of flames suddenly exploded from his body. In less than a second, the flames engulfed him, and his screams stopped as soon as they rang out, all of which was enough to prove how hot the flames were.

As the soldier was slashed out of the coffin, it looked almost like Alfred had slashed a fireball with his halberd.

On the ground, the soldier's light armor was burned into molten iron and fell to the ground.

In the air, there was the scorching smell of the soldier's body being thoroughly roasted.

Then, this humanoid fireball fell on the bodies of several charging Mountain Lion Legion soldiers, and the extremely hot flames condensed entirely by magic power instantly devoured these unlucky soldiers again.

Alfred, on the other hand, couldn't even sweep the corner of his eye after splitting the soldier out of the air.

He just kept charging, and at the same time kept waving his halberd, without the slightest idea of stopping, but there was a great tendency to chisel through the formation of the entire Mountain Lion Legion.

That's an indomitable domineering!

In the face of such an Alfred charge, the soldiers of the Mountain Lion Legion soon felt a chill, because at the forefront of the battlefield, they did not find the soul of their legion - Lowell. Howard, who was obviously the first commander to charge, was not able to see him at this moment, but not a single soldier of the Mountain Lion Legion could see him!

And the soldiers of the Thunder Lion, their morale is extremely high.

Because their king, the lion king who led them to victory, was right in the densest part of the crowd, always in front of their sight!

They are also known as the lion kings, but Alfred and Lowell have diametrically opposite attitudes towards war. (To be continued......)