"The weather is good today, and the sun is shining brightly." Crick looked up at the sky, reached out his hand to cover the dazzling sun, and said with a smile, "I thought it would be cold in the north, but it turned out to be fine."
Spencer sighed and looked at the Orc camp in the distance. He saw that the vast army was boundless, and the military power was as majestic as a mountain, which was daunting. Looking back at his own side, there were quite a lot of people, but the formation was obviously a bit scattered, and the momentum was scattered. There was no sense of unity.
It was like a piece of steel and a stone. At first glance, they seemed to be about the same size, and both seemed to be quite strong, but in fact, there was a big difference. When the two collided head-on, one or two hits were fine, but if they collided a few more times, it would definitely be the stone that broke.
"You can still laugh at this time. It's really amazing!" He sighed and said to his friend around him, "When the fight starts, I will find a chance to charge towards the flag of the Orc Emperor. Don't be stupid enough to follow me!"
"Uh? I thought we were friends, weren't we? " Crick pretended to be stunned, "As one of my only close friends, do you shamelessly throw away the knight's code when you see honor, and want to take it for yourself?"
Spencer was amused by his shocked and angry expression, and hit him hard on the shoulder, "Look at the time, and you're still joking. Are you not a scholar, but a bard? "
"I am a believer of Her Majesty You Jiu of Song. Isn't it normal for me to have some skills as a bard?" Crick laughed and also hit him on the shoulder, "Good friend, this is probably the first and last time in our lives to fight side by side. Let me share a little of your honor. "
"What's there to share when it comes to courting death?"
"Don't tell me that I won't die if I don't charge with you?" Crick sneered, "If I'm going to die anyway, I might as well charge with you. I once heard from a bard that 'running away means death, fighting means death. Since I'm going to die anyway, it's better to do something big, and die with a bang.' What do you think of this? "
"Very good, but it's a little too long as an epitaph." Spencer nodded and said with a smile, "I've already told them that my epitaph is' From birth to death, he was always like a knight '."
Crick raised his eyebrows. "Then my epitaph should be 'He lived like a poet, but died like a knight'. What do you think?"
Spencer was silent for a moment, then sighed. "What a pity! I will go to the Divine Kingdom of the Lonely Guardian, and you will go to the Divine Kingdom of You Jiu. Otherwise, we will have the opportunity to have a drink with such a wonderful epitaph. "
"Why are you talking about such a terrible topic?" A knight next to them shouted. "I don't plan to die here! I was planning to take off the Orc Emperor's head and hang it in my living room. When I'm too old to even hold a sword, I'll point at it and brag to my children and grandchildren! "
Crick and Spencer laughed together, and so did the knights around them.
Under the military flag of the Orc Army, Emperor Junero watched the battle formation of the humans and couldn't help but laugh.
"Your Majesty, did you think of something happy?" The guard asked curiously.
"Victory is at hand, of course, I'm happy," the emperor said with a smile. "Look at the enemy. Although there are many people, their formation is very messy. The vanguard and the middle army are obviously out of touch; although the two wings are elite, there are not enough people; the rear army is a mess, and they look like peasants. Look at our side, not only do we have more people, but our formation is also much more orderly than theirs. The battle doesn't need to be fought, and the outcome is already clear at a glance. "
The guard looked at both sides, and it was indeed so. He couldn't help but laugh. "Your Majesty is really wise and powerful! The outcome has been seen before the battle has even started! "
However, at this moment, Beifeng, who was covered in a grass robe, said, "There is nothing absolute about war. If the outcome could be determined by looking at the strength and formation of the two sides, then the humans are still stuck in the Age of Wizards. "
She was talking about the decisive battle between the New Magic Army and the Wizard Army led by Lamperus. At that time, in the Wizard Army, there were more than ten legendary powerhouses, nearly a hundred high-grade wizards, and thousands of middle-grade wizards and Secret Spell Warriors trained by the wizards. There was also a well-trained and well-equipped army to rely on. On the side of the New Magic Army, there was only one legendary powerhouse, Lamperus. Masters such as Beifeng and Ibuwei, who later became famous, were only high-grade wizards at that time. The number of troops was much smaller, and the equipment was much worse. Although the morale was high, the level of training was indeed far inferior to the other side.
According to Emperor Junero, the result of that battle should have been a great victory for the Wizard Army. But in fact, after a desperate fight between the two sides, it was the New Magic Army led by Lamperus who had the last laugh.
Although Beifeng later parted ways with her teacher because of differences in philosophy, she always felt proud of following her teacher and defeating the Age of Wizards. At this moment, hearing the emperor's words, she could not help but think of that past and could not help but make sarcastic remarks.
The emperor's face sank slightly, and he frowned, but he did not refute. He even stopped the angry guard with his eyes.
The majesty of the Orc Emperor had no effect on people like Great Druid Beifeng. She said whatever she thought. Unless he planned to fall out with her, he could only endure it.
Besides, even if he fell out with her, so what? He could feel that Great Druid Beifeng was also a powerhouse who had crossed the Immortal Gate. Unless he disobeyed the order of His Majesty Sky Devourer Canine and unlocked the hidden power seal, even if he took the Staff of Imprisonment, he would not be able to keep her.
This Great Druid was not only the top powerhouse of nature spells, but also the top figure in the field of magic. She was also a powerful ranger. Whether it was close combat, long-range attacks, or spells, she had no weaknesses. More importantly, even he couldn't be sure that the "Great Druid of Beifeng" standing here was the real her and not a clone.
Many of the powerhouses who had crossed the Immortal Gate liked to hide their bodies in a safe place and concentrate on the pursuit of becoming a god. They usually only sent their clones to move around in the mortal world. Perhaps Beifeng was the same …
On the other side, Woods Igor looked at the stable formation of the Orc Army, which was like a mountain, and frowned deeply.
He knew that this battle was most likely going to be lost.
But he had to fight!
As the king of the Eagle Kingdom, others could admit defeat and surrender, but he could not.
Besides … it was just death. What was there to be afraid of?
Thinking of His Majesty's promise to himself, he could not help but laugh.
The knights next to him could not help but rejoice when they saw that His Majesty could smile confidently in the face of such a disadvantage. Although they could see that the situation was unfavorable, and although they could not think of any way to win, at least their morale had improved a little.
In the sky, the air forces of both sides, which had taken off in advance, confronted each other. On the human side, there were giant eagles, griffins, and air force knights. On the Orc side, there were flying magical beasts and air force knights.
In terms of numbers, the Orc air force knights were not particularly large, but the flying magical beasts had an absolute advantage over the giant eagles and griffins. According to the general rule, in a battle like this, the human side would probably be able to withstand it at the beginning, but when the knights were lost, they would not be able to withstand it.
Leon, who was riding a griffin, did not care much about the black mass of flying magical beasts and air force knights in the opposite sky. His eyes were on the ground, watching the man under the Golden Crown Eagle Flag.
After not seeing him for decades, that man had aged. At that time, he was only less than ten years older than himself. Now, he was still as young as before, but he had gray temples. The passage of time had left deep scars on his body, washing away the soaring spirit of the past, leaving only the gloominess of the twilight.
If one only looked at his back, he really looked like his grandfather …
Leon secretly sighed in his heart, his hand clenching the scimitar that was temporarily inlaid with magic gems and added with the effect of "reducing weight."
This scimitar was the relic of Altair, the number one assassin of the Orc Empire, and it was also his trophy. In the previous scout battle, he had used this scimitar to cut off the heads of more than 30 Orc warriors, earning him the reputation of "Rion Killer the Leopard." So now he was a member of the noblest air force knight of the Eagle Kingdom, riding a royal griffin with strength comparable to a high-level magical beast. This griffin was not gray and yellow like the ordinary griffins, with only a white head. Instead, its whole body was covered with white feathers, and the feathers on the top of its head were even more brilliant with golden light, as if it was wearing a crown. The name "royal griffin" came from this.
Obviously, this griffin was not the type that had been trained for a long time. At first, it was very reluctant to accept this knight. But when it felt a little bit of Leon's real breath, it immediately became tame and obedient, as if it had been trained for a long time.
Except for Leon and this griffin that could not speak, no one knew why.
Leon gently touched the feathers on the back of the griffin and whispered to it, "When the fight starts, rush straight forward. Don't get entangled with those guys who are not worth mentioning. Do you understand?"
The griffin nodded and let out a cheerful cry.
As a powerful creature known for its bravery, it liked to attack, attack, and attack. Especially when it attacked those powerful enemies, knocking them down, tearing them apart with its strong iron beak and sharp claws, and cheering for victory in the blood.
Its knight not only had the unique breath of the descendants of the Eagle, which made it feel comfortable, but also had outstanding strength and fearless courage. This was really to its liking!
Hearing the cheerful cry of the mount, Leon could not help but laugh.
"You," he said, "You're just a griffin, but you have the heart of a dragon!"
The intelligent griffin understood his praise and responded with a proud chirp.
At this moment, the military flag of the Orc Empire moved and slowly moved forward.
That was the order to attack.
The next moment, the military flag of the Eagle Kingdom also moved tit-for-tat and moved forward without showing any weakness.
The generals and soldiers of both sides let out deafening roars and launched a charge toward death or victory.
The murderous aura was so strong that even the bright sunshine was overshadowed.
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