White Dragon Lord

On the evening after the meeting, a magic secret order was sent to the highest commander of the frontier army of the Luowei Kingdom-Viscount Namxia.

The next day, the frontier troops, which had been adopting a defensive posture, launched a raid on the barbarian tribes on the border.

It has always been barbarians looting south, and no one has ever invaded barren territory. Therefore, the barbarian tribe suffered heavy losses unsuspectingly.

Within a day, the army of the Lowe Kingdom advanced ten kilometers to the barbarian steppe, and the barbarian tribes on the border were slaughtered by the long-cherished Lowe soldiers.

But the battle situation is not as optimistic as it seems. The barbarians are all soldiers. As long as the barbarians are relieved from the initial raid, the invaders will fall into more than 20 million under the call of the holy city-Sandonal. In the vast sea of ​​barbarians.

The long-term military career gave Viscount Namxia a keen military sense. After a while, he gave up on expanding the battle, led the army back to the border city, and sent rangers to notify the residents of villages and towns around the city to move into the city to prevent barbarians from revenge.

Wearing armor, Viscount Namxia stood on the wall of the Midoran Fortress, the border city, and looked at the green barbarian prairie in the distance.

At this time in the early spring, the weather began to warm up, and the snow on the barbarian prairie began to melt, exposing the barren land underneath that had been snow hidden for a winter, and the tenacious weeds absorbed the snow water to draw out new buds.

A cold wind blew up, raising the white cloak behind Viscount Nanoxia. The wind of early spring still brought the chill of winter. The 50-year-old Viscount Nanxia instinctively tightened his clothes and continued to look at the barbarian university in the distance. grassland.

The veteran of the border guard had deep anxiety in his eyes. He didn't understand why His Majesty the King gave such an order.

It is not a wise choice to anger the barbarians and attract revenge. The border between the Lowe Kingdom and the barbarian prairie is too long, and even a hundred thousand frontier troops cannot hold such a long border.

Suddenly, a rider appeared on the horizon in the distance, and the horse was stationed in the distance to watch the Midoran Fortress.

Viscount Nanoxia frowned, this was a barbarian's light horse for detecting intelligence.

The Viscount's guard on the side also spotted the barbarian's striker, with amazing hatred in his eyes.

"Master Viscount, do you want to drive him away?"

Viscount Namxia waved his hand.

"No need to."

The Barbarian Prairie has the best BMW on the Nordhill continent, and the Barbarian family is even known as a nation on horseback. The army horses of the Lowe Kingdom cannot catch up with Qingqi, but may be injured by the bow and arrow on his body.

Viscount Namxia looked down at the crowd of people who lined up to escape into the city, and he was relieved. Fortunately, the people had evacuated in time.

The barbarians are known as a nation on horseback. They are good at horse warfare. Their fighting styles come and go like flying. It is this kind of fighting method that comes and goes as long as you want, which makes the barbarian family go south and plunder without any disadvantage. North of the Luowei Kingdom Suffer deeply.

Whenever there is a shortage of food, the barbarian tribes will organize the Qingzhuang to go south, and small groups will sneak into the Lowe Kingdom, attack the border towns and villages, rape, kill, and looting, and do no evil. Almost every northerner in the Lowe Kingdom is He has an inextricable hatred with the barbarians.

Therefore, when they entered the barbarian prairie yesterday, the soldiers were very excited and killed every barbarian they could see.

But the consequences of being refreshed for a while are also very serious, and the barbarian's scouts have arrived.

The war is not far away!

Viscount Namxia frowned. He was not afraid of war, because barbarians lacking heavy siege equipment could not handle the tall walls. What he was worried about was the barbarians bypassing the city and attacking villages in the interior.

The Lowe Kingdom is mainly a farming civilization. Villages are scattered everywhere. If the barbarians sneak into the interior and destroy the villages and farmland, they will cause great losses to the Lowe Kingdom. Even if the four princes bring reinforcements, they may not be able to stop Biao. Fierce barbarians.

This is the main reason why Viscount Namxia did not understand the king's order.

...

At the same time, the four princes of the Lowe Kingdom-Moro Sang, Percy, Millum, and Pound Lea, each leading an army of 10,000 White Wolf, are on their way to the border.

The Lowe Kingdom has three ace regiments, one guarding the border between the Lowe Kingdom and Pavran, the other guarding the barbarian prairie, and the remaining one is firmly held in the hands of the king. This army is the white army. Wolf army.

At this time, a total of 100,000 White Wolf Army was divided out of 40,000, and allocated to the four princes qualified to compete for the throne. The meaning of the old king is already very clear. The best performer in this war is the next one. king.

Therefore, the entire kingdom of Lowe is staring at this battle.

The third prince-Millam Baynes riding a maroon horse, walking in the forefront of the army, the third prince of the Lowe Kingdom is a pure-blooded northerner Nordhill, high nose, deep The sunken eye sockets, his eyes sharp as an eagle, and chestnut curly hair all over his head.

Walking by the prince's side were two of his confidants, the captain of the guard-Hatim, and his staff-Samisi.

Prince Millom drove the horse under his hips, watching the surroundings. At this time, he had begun to enter the north of the Lowe Kingdom, and the population was gradually dwindling, except for the barren wilderness nearby and the towering snow-capped mountains in the distance.

At this moment, Prince Millham watched the beautiful scenery inadvertently, and said absently.

"Samisi, the father went there yesterday. Who did he meet? Did you find it?"

The chief staff member of the third prince, the 13th-level senior mage-Samisi shook his head.

"No, but I can be sure that Your Majesty was sent out by teleportation. I only brought Master Guardian Knight and Master Bruce. I specially visited Master Bruce, but Bruce's populace was very tight, and I couldn't get any hints."

Prince Millom flashed a disappointment, but then relaxed. Since he only brought the Guardian Knight and Uncle Bruce, he couldn't find it by himself or the other three princes. Everyone was on the same starting line.

Fair competition, Prince Millom is not afraid of anyone. He looked back at the army of more than 20,000 people behind him. This was his capital for winning the battle for the throne.

"How long will the 3,000 men and horses promised by Count Tiruan arrive?"

"It is estimated that it will take another two days."

Prince Millom nodded in satisfaction. The territory of Earl Tiruan is in the south, and two days are already fast.

The prince and his staff were chatting about the current situation all the way, and the captain of the guard-Hatim suddenly interrupted the conversation between the two.

"His Royal Highness, I'm sorry to interrupt you, but if you keep talking, it may rain."

Hatim pointed to the depressed clouds above his head, and Prince Millham frowned. At this time, the sky was almost dark and the clouds were low. It is estimated that the first spring thunder of this year will be coming.

"Find a suitable place and set up camp!"

...

The holy city of barbarians in the North-Sandonal.

In the hall of the chiefs, the violent Sifred sits high on the throne of the patriarch. In the hall, two rows of chairs are arranged symmetrically. The chiefs of more than one hundred barbarians and clans sit or stand, and they are noisy.

"How dare these **** two-legged sheep slaughter the people of Sandonaar?!"

"They must be taught blood lessons!"

"Cut off their heads to make Jingguan!"

The crowd in the hall was angry, and the chiefs of the great barbarian clans shouted that they were going to the King Lowe.

Obviously, the raid of the Lowe Kingdom made these barbarian chiefs who are used to robbing others very angry, or even panic.

For a long time, because the barbarians have no oil and water, and the people's style is sturdy, the whole people are soldiers, and the attack on the barbarians is not worth the loss, the Lowe Kingdom has always adopted a defensive strategy against the barbarians to plunder south.

But in fact, the power of the Lowe Kingdom is stronger than that of the Barbarians. It is only because of the existence of the old enemy Pavran Kingdom that the Lowe Kingdom can only tolerate it, because once it goes to war with the Barbarians, the Pavran Kingdom will inevitably come in.

Now, Luo Wei Kingdom Hao provokes the barbarians for no reason, which makes the barbarians patriarchs angry and uneasy at the same time.

When the chiefs of the major clans were arguing non-stop, the barbarian patriarch, Severie, said nothing, propped his head with one hand and closed his eyes to rest. He was waiting for a news.

Before long, a priest wearing chain armor and holding a one-handed hammer pushed open the wooden door and walked in.

The door suddenly opened, and a cold wind poured into the warm room, and the chiefs turned their heads to look at the visitors.

After discovering the identity of the visitor, the chief chiefs hurriedly got up and saluted, because this is the **** of the barbarians-the highest spokesperson of Balino in Nordhill, the legendary priest-Holmland.

Severe is still sitting on the throne of the patriarch, the barbarian patriarch and the helm of the Baalino church are equal, of course, there is no need to get up and salute.

"Archbishop Homeland, is there anything unusual?"

Homeland shook his head.

"No, the border between the Kingdom of Lowe and the Kingdom of Pavran is the same as before, and the army of the Kingdom of Elans is not moving, but the four princes of the Kingdom of Lowe, each with 10,000 White Wolf troops, are coming to the border. ."

Severe frowned.

Lowe Kingdom's brain convulsions? !

Why provoke the barbarians? !

Severe felt something was wrong, something went wrong, there must be a demon, but his eyes were darkened.

But no matter what, the current situation does not allow him to retreat, and the clansmen are slaughtered by outsiders. If he, the barbarian patriarch, is a tortoise, the people's saliva can drown him.

Severe slapped his chair, stood up, and scanned the chiefs of the big clan below.

The chiefs of the major clans did not dare to look at this fierce legendary soldier, and lowered their heads.

Severe was satisfied, and said loudly.

"Everyone! One day ago! Our southern brothers and sisters were mercilessly slaughtered by the Lowe Kingdom! I! The patriarch of the barbarian clan! I feel very sad! We must avenge the dead brothers and sisters! Who is willing to send troops? !"

boom!

A strong man stood up and slapped the chair under him to fall apart.

"The Stud clan is willing to stand with the patriarch! We have three thousand strong men!"

"The Muro clan has two thousand and five sons!"

"..."

"Five thousand Erlangs from the Harlow clan participated in the war."

As soon as the chief of the Haruo clan spoke, it was quiet. Currently, five thousand people are the most.

"I personally lead the team!"

The chief of the Harlow clan stood up and scanned the hall glaringly.

"None of you will not go! Whoever is a woman without eggs!"

The chief of the Stud clan echoed.

"Yes! Who won't go! Who is a bastard! Not worthy of being a chief!"

For a time, the chiefs responded one after another.

In the end, everyone's eyes fell on the twenty-three chiefs at the end of the seats. These 23 chiefs sat at the end of the line, trying to reduce their sense of existence, as if they were out of tune with the whole.

These 23 chiefs are indeed incompatible with the group, because most barbarians believe in the **** of barbarians-Balino, and the main belief of these 23 tribes is the **** of war-Haridon!

Due to different beliefs, these 23 barbarian clans were excluded from the entire barbarian society.

At this time, everyone's eyes were focused on themselves and others, and the twenty-three chiefs felt ashamed.

The leader of the small group-the chief of the Vorol tribe stood up and said.

"The Vorol tribe will send two thousand five hundred Erlang, I will personally lead the team!"

"The Vani clan has one thousand eight hundred erlangs."

"..."

It wasn't until the 23 chiefs all expressed their opinions that everyone looked back.

At the moment of the enemy, everyone has not divided into twenty-three chiefs, but a meal of cynicism is indispensable.

Fortunately, at this moment, Severe applauded to attract everyone's attention.

"Okay! As long as we are united as one, there will be a Lowe Kingdom in just one place! Nothing to say!"

Under the anger of the crowd, the total force of the major clans has reached more than 300,000 people, and Severe's happiness has not cheated.

The society of the barbarians is composed of tribes. The tribes have completely independent autonomy. Even the patriarch—Sifred can’t force a tribe to join the war. Therefore, more than 300,000 people is a very good one. s level.

Severe's face was full of joy.

"In order to prevent a surprise attack by the legendary powerhouse of the Lowe Kingdom, I decided to take the seat myself!"

"Good, good! There is a patriarch who is in charge, and he will win the next battle!"

"Sure victory!"

"..."

Respondents are like clouds.

Severe and Archbishop Holmland looked at each other tacitly and nodded slightly.

The chiefs left the field to prepare. The barbarians brought their own dry food to participate in the war. It was not a trivial matter to prepare thousands of horses and dry food.

Soon there were only Severe and Archbishop Holmland left in the hall.

Severie's face was gloomy, he was not as confident as everyone else, but the situation forced him to go! .

"Your Excellency, have you ever tried to seek guidance from His Majesty Balino?"

Holmland's face was solemn.

"I have tried, Your Majesty has guided me. There is a big crisis in the road ahead. Unfortunately, my strength is not enough to obtain accurate information~www.readwn.com~ The gods are not omnipotent, because the fate is so long that no one can see through, but God Zhuan could guess the future direction based on some signs, and test the good fortune.

Severe asked in a deep voice.

"How old is it?"

"The danger of extermination!"

Severie's face changed, and Balino predicted the danger of extinction, so the barbarians were really in danger.

But Severy was also a person who had seen strong winds and waves, and after a while, Severy calmed down.

"I'm in the army, Lord Holmland is in the back, and I can only do my best at this time and obey the fate."

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