About the story of a brave man being a potato for a thousand years and then the world was destroyed

From an outsider's perspective, one can only see clearly the shapes and weapons of the two people constantly changing and intersecting in the air. It is extremely difficult to distinguish the details of even one round of confrontation.

But such a high-intensity battle suddenly came to an abrupt end after it lasted for an hour. The two stood apart in the air, watching each other quietly.

Without a word of dialogue, the Seventh King Cavalry suddenly turned around, waved his long sword, and an invisible wave spread out.

Immediately afterwards, the Tyrant's troops as a whole switched from offense to defense in an instant, and not long after, they began to retreat in an orderly manner.

Just a few minutes later, the raging battlefield returned to calm. Both sides paid their dues and retreated, leaving only the bodies of soldiers who died in the battle.

But if you look closely, you can find that among these corpses, there are only those from the tyrant's army, but there is no one in the fortress.

Even though there were some lying down, it didn't take long for them to get up from the ground, dust themselves off, and return to the fortress.

On the city wall, Mowente looked at the soldiers running back and touched his chin, thoughtfully.

"Outlander, you performed quite well today, but remember not to be dazed next time. Now you can change your shift. Go and have a good rest." A non-commissioned officer patted Mowente on the shoulder.

"Ah, yes," Mo Wente agreed, looking at the ground below the fortress one last time, then turned around and followed other soldiers of the same shift down the city wall.

The number of soldiers here is quite abundant, and Mowente has traveled to many places over the years, but this is the first time he has seen a place where he can deal with the tyrant's troops so easily.

The retreat of the Tyrant troops just now seems inexplicable, but if you observe carefully, you can find that their ground troops have suffered heavy casualties. Although Bilkinscher is very strong, he can even be said to be the strongest warrior that Went has ever seen. He can fight with The Seventh King's Cavalry steadily gained the upper hand one-on-one.

Warriors of this level have not appeared in the world beyond the desert for hundreds of years.

Moreover, Vente heard that Birkinsche was not the strongest person in the castle.

He is indeed the strongest warrior in the entire empire, but in this empire, in addition to warriors, there are also a group of people called angels.

They are the true core strength of the empire.

But this is just a rumor. In fact, in this fortress, at least the place where Mowente has inquired about, no one has seen the true form of the divine envoy. It is only said that one of the divine envoys has come here since the beginning of the war.

But no one knows where this legend originated.

In addition to Birkinsche and the unseen "Angel", the defense force of this fortress itself is also extremely powerful. Their soldiers work in three shifts, and they are no exception when facing the tyrant's attack. With only one-third of the troops, it can inflict heavy damage on the enemy's ordinary soldiers while the top combat forces of both sides are bombarding each other.

Although the Tyrant's troops are equally strong, their execution of orders far exceeds that of any army in the world.

But after all, they are the siege party, and they have a huge inherent disadvantage. It is only that the tyrant's troops have always been able to directly break this disadvantage with their overwhelming top-level combat power, so this has not been reflected.

But here, they finally suffered a small loss.

This fortress really lives up to its name.

Unfortunately, Mo Wente knew very well that this was still far from enough.

As long as the tyrant himself comes, or a few more royal cavalry arrive, it will be easy to break the city.

The only reason why this place can temporarily withstand the offensive is because the tyrant's invasion front has always been very long, and the scattered power gives this place the possibility of a stalemate.

Even the opponent's purpose may have been to temporarily stalemate and harass, waiting for support to arrive, and then attack the entire city in one fell swoop.

Before the destruction of Dragon City, several vanguard cavalry leaders had been in a stalemate with their city defense forces for several months, which even gave them the illusion that they might be able to protect their homeland.

As a result, such illusions were shattered instantly just by the arrival of the seventh king's knight.

However, these have nothing to do with Mowente.

What he was waiting for was to spend some time peacefully before this place fell completely. When the fortress fell, he could take advantage of the chaos and flee to the depths of the empire with Callidora.

He doesn't have the strength to take revenge yet, so all he can do is try to survive.

only……

How long will it take for him to kill an immortal monster and avenge his hometown?

He was thinking vaguely about something, and suddenly, Mowente bumped into something head-on.

He looked up and saw an old man who was more than two meters tall, with a strong build and handsome features looking down at him.

"Recruit, what are you thinking about?" the old man asked in a deep voice.

"Ah, I'm sorry, it's nothing..." Mowente scratched his head and wanted to go around the old man.

"Wait," however, the old man stopped him.

Mo Wente was agitated, and as soon as he disappeared, he planned to leave directly.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he took a step, the old man reached out and held his shoulder.

"I told you to wait, boy, didn't you hear me?" the old man shouted coldly.

Mowente glanced at him in surprise, and while he was wondering, he suddenly heard the whispers of other soldiers on the side.

"Hey, this brother is so unlucky that he bumped into the deputy commander..."

"Looking at him like this, he doesn't seem to know what the deputy commander's temper is. I'm afraid he's going to suffer a little."

"Shh, keep your voice down. Don't look back and target you. Let's go."

"Deputy commander?" Mowente's heart moved.

He had actually heard of this man. He was said to be a collaborative commander transferred from the imperial capital two weeks ago. He was usually in charge of troop training and military discipline. He heard that he was quite difficult to deal with. Many soldiers looked frightened when they talked about him. The final article Te had never seen him in person, so he was curious at first, but he didn't expect that he would be in such a scene when he saw him.

Seeing Mowente's wandering eyes, the old man frowned slightly, glanced at the badge on his chest, and asked, "Are you an outsider?"

"Ah, yes, he escaped before," Mowente replied bravely.

He had a bad feeling.

All fools know that after such an opening statement, it is time to make a fuss about this and then make things difficult for him.

The result was just as Mo Wente expected. The old man cast his eyes sideways and said coldly: "Oh, that's a coincidence. The outsiders who can rush in at this time are still acting sneaky. I'm afraid You are not the enemy’s spy, are you?”

"No, I'm not," Mowente said. "On the contrary, I joined your army just to fight those thieves. Unfortunately, you don't allow foreign soldiers to go to the battlefield."

"Your mouth alone is not enough to prove yourself, right?" the old man said coldly.

"I can't explain the crime with my mouth alone," Mowente sneered. "No one can explain unfounded suspicions. According to this logic, you might as well doubt everyone in the fortress." Come on."

As soon as this statement came out, the surrounding soldiers were in an uproar.

Good guy, this brother actually wants to confront you?

In the past two weeks, they haven't seen anyone face to face with the deputy commander. Last time, a brother was picked out and disciplined by him just because of his bad attitude. He almost lost his human form.

Wente felt a little regretful after he finished speaking.

He was already in a bad mood, and because he was angry, he retorted without thinking.

but……

What I said is what I said!

At worst, he won't be here anymore.

The old man and Mowente looked at each other for a few seconds, then raised their eyebrows and asked, "I hear you saying you want to go to the battlefield?"

"What?" Mo Wente raised an eyebrow, "You want me to die as cannon fodder?"

"No, there is no cannon fodder in the Imperial Fort," the old man said, taking out a badge from his arms and poking it at Movent's chest, "Tomorrow, report to the White Blade Team."

After that, he bypassed Mowente and walked straight ahead.

Mowente looked down at the soldier badge on his chest and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Looking at the other soldiers nearby, they all looked like they had seen a ghost.

Seeing the old man walking away, one of the soldiers sneaked up, poked Mervent with his elbow, and asked: "Hey, brother, you are not his illegitimate son or something, are you?"

"What the hell..." Mowente glared.

"Ah, just a joke, just a joke," the soldier shrugged irritably, then shrank to the side.

Mowente looked at the soldier badge on his chest again and frowned.

what is this? Are you happy after being contradicted?

Or do you think that if you let him go to the battlefield, you will be defeated?

Or let him go to the front line to fight to prove his innocence?

Don't understand.

However, the quality of the army in this fortress is obvious to all. At least the other side should not resort to evil tactics within the army because of one or two verbal grievances. That is something that a low-level army would do.

In this case, no matter how much he does, it is good to be able to go to the battlefield.

He touched the cloth bundle bundled in the clothes behind his back.

There were two sabers belonging to Morvent.

"Huh, it's been so many days," Mowente murmured softly, "It's finally time for you to see the light."

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Outside the fortress, Snow stood in the shadow of a forest, looking at the fortress.

The fortress is located on a high ridge, flanked on either side by cliffs thousands of meters deep.

There is a long and fast river under the cliff, whose origin is unknown and its destination is nowhere to be seen.

As long as you pass this fortress and go further, you will reach the Joka Empire.

Snow often saw it when collecting information about this empire.

This empire is quite powerful, and has even attempted to occupy this half of the world. Unfortunately, the other big countries in the world also hold various trump cards. After a long battle, the Joka Empire not only failed to gain much However, it was brutally slaughtered by several big countries joining forces.

Since then, the Joka Empire has kept a low profile.

But being low-key does not mean decline. Even now, the Choka Empire is said to be as strong as it was back then. One of the important reasons is that as the two strongholds at the gateway to the Choka Empire, they are guarded by the strongest warrior in the kingdom, Birkin Che. The Fortress of Samoteles and the Fortress of Samothrace, commanded by the kingdom's highest mage, Messerine, have experienced countless disasters and wars over thousands of years, and have never been captured once.

"The one who had a duel with the Seventh King before was probably the legendary Bilkinsche," Snow thought to himself.

All he could say was that he was indeed worthy of the title of the strongest warrior in the kingdom. He could count the number of warriors he had seen in his life who could tie with Wang Qi on two hands.

However, it seems that there are only two people left alive now, including Liu Ji.

The others, without exception, either died in the hands of the three kings or generals, or were killed by the tyrant himself.

Of course, he had only seen Liu Ji for so long who could actually kill Wang Qi.

"With such a master in charge, there should be no need to think about trying to get in," Snow stroked his chin.

We have to find another way to break through...

Thinking about it, he looked at the cliff next to him.

If we go over this chasm first and look for opportunities from the other side, it feels like the chances might be greater...

"Hmm..." Jon Snow floated to the edge of the cliff and squatted down to look down.

In this world, ordinary mountains and valleys are not enough as chasms.

It's not that they are useless, but it's far from enough for a kingdom to rely on such a chasm to build such a high-standard strategic fortress. After all, if the cost of crossing the chasm itself is much lower than that of conquering the fortress, the value of the fortress will be greatly reduced.

Therefore, any chasm that can be built across the channel by earth magic is not a real strategic chasm.

And here...

"Sure enough, a pure natural torrent of magic," Jon Snow looked at the chasm with a frown.

Natural magic flow is not rare. It is usually formed in some dark rivers or wind bones with a large number of magic crystals, but such a large scale of magic flow is not so common.

A small magic flow environment will make it easier to cast magic, and even amplify the effect of magic, but such a large-scale magic flow has the opposite effect.

Too much magic will carry elemental elves with it, and it is difficult for any magic chant to fix the elves for magic chanting in such an environment.

For example, if you let a team of soldiers standing on the playground form the queue you want, it is relatively easy.

But if you let a group of soldiers who are drifting in the water stand still and form a stable formation for you, it will be fatal.

And these "soldiers" are still full, so they don't really want to fuck you.

And this kind of magic flow is not like the conventional understanding of water flow or air flow, which can be effectively reduced by blocking it with solid matter.

Magic, this thing, can penetrate all solid matter.

Therefore, even if you want to use earth magic from the shore to build a bridge above this magic flow, you can't do it.

The functions of this natural chasm include but are not limited to - magic flight ban, magic ban, blocking straight-line transmission, destroying unstable magic creations, etc.

The power of this fortress is that it is not only built on such a magic flow, but also relies on the solid structure of the magic array to take this torrent for its own use and transform it into a defensive barrier.

Of course, there is no way to cross this canyon, as long as you don't rely on magic to fly over it, such as some magic beasts that can fly by their own physiological structure, or birds, or summoned beasts, can cross this canyon.