About the brave man who became a thousand-year-old potato and ended up destroying the world

From an outsider's perspective, one could only clearly see the shapes and weapons of the two people constantly changing and intersecting in the air. It would be 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," Mowente agreed, taking one last look at the ground below the fortress, 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 dispersed power gives this place the possibility of a stalemate.

Even the other party'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 in peace before the city 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.

When he looked up, he 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 to hold 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, and 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 Don’t you be the enemy’s spy?”

"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 make everyone in the fortress suspicious." 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 by him and disciplined to the point where he almost lost his human form just because of his bad attitude.

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……

That's it!

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 Fortress," the old man said, taking out a badge from his arms and poking it at Mervent'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 he will be defeated if you let him go to the battlefield?

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

I 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 and looked at the fortress.

The fortress is located on a high ridge, flanked 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 had a history of trying to occupy this half of the world. Unfortunately, the other big countries in the world also have various trump cards. After a series of battles, 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 for 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...

After thinking about it, he looked at the cliff chasm next to him.

If we go over this chasm first and look for opportunities from the other side, I feel that the chances may be greater...

"Well..." Snow fell to the edge of the cliff, squatted down and looked down.

In this world, ordinary mountains and valleys are actually not enough to serve as natural chasms.

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

Therefore, any natural chasm that can be built across passages through earth magic cannot be considered a strategic natural chasm in the true sense.

And here...

"Sure enough, a pure natural torrent of magic power," Snow frowned slightly as he looked at the chasm.

Natural magic flow is not uncommon. It is usually formed in some underground rivers or wind bones with a large number of magic crystals. However, on such a large scale, magic flow is not so common.

A small magic flow environment will make it easier to cast magic, and even increase the effect of magic, but such a large magic flow will have the opposite effect.

Too much magic power will carry the elemental elves with them, and it will be difficult for any magic chant to fix the elves for magic chanting in this environment.

For example, if you ask a group of soldiers standing on the playground to form the formation you want, that is easier.

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

Moreover, these "soldiers" are well fed, so they don't really want to fuck you.

Moreover, this magic flow is not like the conventionally understood water flow or air flow, which can be effectively reduced by blocking it with a solid body.

Magic power itself can penetrate all solid objects.

Therefore, even if you want to use earth magic from the shore to build a bridge over this magic flow, it is impossible.

The functions of this natural moat include but are not limited to - banning magic from flying, banning demons, blocking straight-line transmission, destroying magical creations with unstable structures, etc.

The great thing about this fortress is that it is not only built on such a flow of magic power, 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 power to fly over, such as some magical beasts that can fly by relying on their physiological structure, or birds, or summoned beasts, they can cross it. Cross this canyon.