She Is Not a Witch

The pale red empire is in the southern province of Yinding.

On the high mountain peaks, there are still remnants of barriers full of scorched marks, guarded by soldiers, and below is an endless sea of ​​flags.

After the initial defeat, more support was sent from the empire's rear. The flags representing the nobles in the middle of the empire gradually gathered, and the lords and their private soldiers began to support the general who was marching south.

The roaring cannons continued to fire, and meteor fires roared down, bombarding the barriers on the hillside.

The mud and smoke were flying, and the deafening noise made it impossible to calm down. There were sounds of artillery bombardment everywhere, enemy shooting, own counterattack, and the sound of horns charging forward.

Bronze-colored chariots rose from the bottom of the mountain and began to move up the mountain continuously. These chariots were made of orichanous copper and were extremely heavy, but they could stand still and keep moving forward in the face of the artillery fire on the mountain.

These chariots are the trump card of the 'Golden Mane Bear' army. They are extremely heavy, and one of them is like four elephants superimposed on the ground. It is unshakable and unstoppable.

There are fangs and horns in front of the chariots, which can spray high-temperature boiling 'blue snow flames'. Even steel can quickly melt into liquids. After nearly a month of confrontation on the front line, these chariots finally arrived slowly from the rear , speed is probably its only fly in the ointment.

In the sky, giant dragons with shining scales hovered continuously. They were the few elites of the Sequence of Dragons in the empire. After transforming into dragons, they had the strength equivalent to that of Sequence 7 monsters.

Under the cover of artillery fire from the rear, these giant dragons flew over the open sky, raining flames from the sky, and burning the places behind the mountain that the artillery fire could not bombard.

And in this noisy battlefield, a warrior covered in armor stood on the top of the mountain, overlooking the bottom.

Feel the choking smoke coming slowly, the scorching fire passing by the outer layer of the armor, and a scalding feeling coming from the skin.

Lorraine Hill's eyes under the mask slowly opened, and his eyes swept across the battlefield below, silently watching the chariots getting closer, getting closer, so close that they were about to reach the barriers on the mountain where.

it's time.

The 'unnamed' hero muttered in his heart, and then pulled the sword out of its sheath, making a gentle rubbing sound.

The long and narrow blade is extremely straight, giving people a solid and reliable aura. And as the warrior shook the sword together, bursts of air continued to surround the sword.

The high-speed swirling airflow brought a screaming sound, and the edge of the sword even rubbed against the airflow to produce fine sparks, which made people startled.

Seeing below, the barriers and bunkers began to lose to the advancing orichanite chariots, and this 'unknown' warrior also jumped from the sky.

A long red ribbon fluttered at the end of the hilt, while the sword body went straight up against the wind, smashing towards the heavy orichanous copper chariot amidst the shouts and shock of countless people.

When the metal was twisted and torn, it made a creaking sound, and the thick and thick mountain copper was torn apart bit by bit in the constantly vibrating and rubbing sword body, revealing the panicked soldiers inside, and then the chariot rolled over and overturned, and the sword-wielding After the trace, behind the tearing car, a burst of red sparks sparkled, floating on the smoky battlefield.

The raging power and violence swayed on the battlefield, and then the warrior started to gallop across the battlefield with a long sword in his hand. The long and narrow sword was like fangs, tearing and overturning heavy chariots one after another.

Sparks flew, blue flames brushed past, and the burning armor sometimes reflected red like a soldering iron, causing traces of white gas to emerge from under the armor from time to time.

Pain, shock, heat, choking, and all kinds of uncomfortable feelings came from all over the body, so the girl under the armor sometimes had to tremble and close one eye.

Yes, she is a witch, she is also the original of the past, and the heir to the crown. There is no need to step into the battlefield in such a mess, as long as she stands behind and commands easily.

However, if one wants to suffer fewer casualties and sacrifice less, sometimes such difficult moves have to be made.

People need hope, and the people need heroes, because the timid heart needs encouragement and role models, because the feeling of inferiority needs courage to overcome, and because that kind of back view brings people incomparable belief and touch.

That indomitable figure cannot be replaced by any commander safely in the rear.

The people are smart, the people are stupid, and the people are simple. They are only willing to follow such heroes.

If it is just a remote command that is always at the rear, I am afraid that everyone will be disappointed in the end. What they need is a solid high wall that can withstand fire and cold wind, not fragile and precious gems.

So, it has reached the point where we can no longer wait and see.

After her companion arrived, she was finally able to join the battlefield with peace of mind.

Under the mask, those eyes slowly swept across the battlefield, and then swung the sword and galloped again, slashed down amidst countless gazes and screams, and chopped into the extremely heavy orichanous copper chariot.

The blue flames spewed out, making the surrounding air scorching and suffocating, and the body under the armor was also hot and uncomfortable, but he was not injured in the end.

Thanks to Keti for her blessing, this body was protected from the high temperature of the flames. The free high-temperature particles flew away after touching the body, and no longer contacted.

The long and narrow epee inserted into the chariot was slowly pulled out, creating a torn gap, and then the chariot was separated, and the soldiers inside scattered and fled.

The bronze front that was climbing upwards began to crumble. A sprinting and slashing figure attracted the attention of countless people on the battlefield. With his actions, the battlefield began to slowly tilt.

"Bring my battle axe." On the high platform, Bazel shouted.

"Yes,...but General, this..." The adjutant wanted to say something, but he was stared at by Bazel's gnawing gaze, and he couldn't say anything.

The general was so powerful and conceited that he couldn't bear to stand and watch the battle under the circumstances.

The huge general's helmet was slowly put on. Under the bear's head carved in metal was a narrow horizontal bar, and then there were small holes pierced for breathing.

Holding a huge war ax in his hand, the general rode on a five-meter-tall horse and began to rush to the battlefield.

And looking at this unstoppable scene, the adjutant had no choice but to let those elite guard knights follow up.

"Hurry up! Follow the general. If something happens to your lord, none of us can bear the consequences."

After a burst of urging, knights in heavy armor also rode their horses and kept up. They were all wearing full-body armor with a thickness of more than 10 millimeters, and the horses under them were also special "black nightmare blood horses". Ma Nai is a Sequence 3 magical beast that can bear huge loads and can withstand high temperatures. It is also an elite war horse that has been bred and improved by the empire for hundreds of years.

Pull one hair and move the whole body.

When these golden and bronze armored knights stepped forward with heavy hooves, the various legions of the empire were also encouraged, and began to blow the high horns of attack~www.readwn.com~ and shouted forward.

"Boiling blood, the glory of the empire!"

"Rose Blood Moon, don't fall into the world!"

For the military merit, for the family, for the glory, for the wealth, and for everything that was extravagantly desired, the soldiers of the empire's legion also raised their fighting spirit and marched towards the front line.

On the opposite hill, when the enemy's artillery fire gradually went out, flags fluttering in the wind slowly rose, and then soldiers in green and white uniforms appeared on the hill.

At this point in the war, there is no need for any verbal arguments. They will decide everything with their guns and swords.

"To open up a new future, ushering in an enlightened and just world, Dryerwood, go forward!"

It is obviously the small white flowers on the snow mountain that no one cares about, but now they are blooming in the wild one by one, spreading silently.

In the harsh winter and the year of famine, the seeds of civilization are forced to germinate.