Chapter 152
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Another 15 days passed.
On the 39th day of the Open Beta.
The Battle of the Rhine River erupted.
The Iron Nation's lineup was dazzling. Their commander, Kainor, personally commanded them. The four commanders were all Epic experts of civilian origin. Not only were they powerful, but their fighting spirit was also many times stronger than some of the nobles.
They were soldiers who had climbed their way up through the ranks with their strength and military achievements.
Goethe Nasis gave them a chance!
The four commanders chose to take their glory … or return their lives to Goethe.
The King of the Black Lava Nation, Nedrick Blackrock, swept away all obstacles. All the nobles in the nation surrendered to him. He finally had the right to wear the crown!
He did not hand over the commanding authority to outsiders. Instead, he handed over all the military authority to Violent Dragon, who was stationed at the border. He also let the royal swordsmanship teacher, 'Sword Sage' Baptiste, follow the army into battle.
In just one day.
Both sides lost two vanguard legions. More than 13000 corpses floated south along the river. After meeting with the Rainbow River, they flowed east into the sea.
On this day.
The Black Lava Nation paid the price of 'Sword Sage' Baptiste's right arm. They killed two of the Iron Nation's commanders and successfully took control of the Rhine Bridge.
The players from both sides did not participate in the battle.
The nation did not allow them to participate.
On the narrow Rhine Bridge, the weak chosen ones did not deserve to participate. Even the weaker legions did not have the chance to participate.
The legions that participated in the battle were all Intermediate professionals who had gone through countless battles. They were extremely powerful!
The players on the Gods forum were discussing.
They did not participate in the battle, but many followed. There were also live broadcasters.
There were two Legendary NPCs and 13 Epic NPCs on the battlefield.
The battle was far more tragic than the players had imagined.
The Rhine River was dyed red. Fresh blood soaked the bridge. Broken limbs were everywhere. It was not a battle. It was more like purgatory …
The soldiers could only step on the corpses of their fallen comrades and charge forward. They could not do anything else …
Forward.
Forward.
Forward!
Wherever the flag pointed, the blade pointed!
The players then realized that when the NPCs fought for their beliefs, glory, and the King, they would have a strong will and combat power.
Every soldier was not afraid of death, and every soldier died a worthy death.
They unsheathed their swords!
Shout!
Roar!
He would not retreat no matter what.
Just for that one inch of the bridge!
Just for the sake of taking a step forward!
Just for the sake of victory!
There was never justice or evil in a real war. There was only the will of the king and the flag that was raised time and time again!
Winner takes all.
The loser is the bandit.
This was war.
The war of words on the forum suddenly lessened. The Chinese forum was split into three sections: Dawn, Steel, and Black Lava.
Every post on the forum was either cursing or cursing. Almost all of them had become tactical debates.
Many players let their imaginations run wild, listing classic battles in ancient history in an attempt to present them to the NPCs. Unfortunately, they could not get a word in edgewise. Even if they forced these tactics out, no one would care.
Besides discussing tactics, the players of the City of Dawn were also curious about when the Dawn Mercenary Team would set off!
Because no warmonger was willing to miss out on this war.
…
Rhine Ferry.
Violent Dragon sat on a big rock. He looked at the workers who were building the fortifications. He was in a daze.
He was scolded.
He was cursed by the elders of the clan.
He could even feel the spittle in the magic scroll …
Because his talented nephew, who had the potential to inherit the title of Marquis, had died. Not even his corpse was left behind.
He did not explain because he was the one who gave the order. It was necessary to push all the obstructing corpses into the Rhine River!
The march of the army could not be stopped by the corpses of their comrades.
The commander of the Iron Nation had also given the same order. The corpses flowed into the river. They could not be found.
Violent Dragon wanted to laugh at the current system of the Iron Nation.
Overthrow the nobles?
For freedom?
Could it be that freedom was a reason to start a war?
What did the freedom of the Iron Nation have to do with the Black Lava Nation?
"So what if they are nobles? I am a noble. My nephew is also a noble. I have killed 1,532 nobles! "Violent Dragon's eyes were red. He clenched his fists tightly.
"They're all young knights, barons, and viscounts. Maybe they're here to gild, maybe they're here to earn merits, or maybe they just want to move up their ranks … But they didn't take a step back. They're worthy of the word 'nobles'!"
Violent Dragon lifted his head. He could not say anything.
He was a man in the eyes of others. He was a terrible man. He was a commander who was never afraid. He could not cry.
He still remembered.
When he had gathered the legions, he had not said which legion would be the first to charge.
But the legion with the most nobles.
The Violent Dragon Legion that belonged to him.
All the soldiers strode out almost immediately. They raised their weapons proudly and walked at the front.
They swaggered around to show off their strength.
They did not stand on ceremony and showed off their excellent equipment.
They asked the other three legions to retreat.
Maybe they did it for military achievements.
Maybe they did it for their homes.
Maybe they did it for their titles.
But Violent Dragon understood.
The annihilation of the Violent Dragon Legion was because of him …
There was no legion commander who did not want to keep his legion. There was no legion commander who did not like his soldiers …
But every soldier in the Violent Dragon Legion knew that dying in battle was not scary. What was scary was retreating. What was scary was not drawing their swords against the enemy!
What was even more scary was that the lowly commoners would laugh at the noble soldiers …
They were afraid that the other nobles would laugh at their legion commander and say that the Violent Dragon Legion was a bunch of cowards.
Violent Dragon did not find any corpses from his legion.
He could only use his hands to carve the glory badges. He hoped that they would be delivered to the nobles after the war.
These were the things that the nobles had earned with their lives. This was their belief and glory!
If he died in battle.
It would be up to the next commander to do it himself.
If the next commander died.
If the next commander died.
The King would personally deliver the badges to them.
Violent Dragon slowly stood up. The top expert of the Iron Nation, 'Sword Sage' Baptiste, had lost his right arm. His combat power had been halved. If there were no accidents, he would not be fighting with the army for the time being. There were more top experts in the Iron Nation. It would be harder to fight in the future.
He slowly turned his gaze to the south.
He received news.
The Lord of the City of Dawn would come in the name of the mercenary team leader to help.
At the same time, there were also over 60,000 chosen ones mercenaries.
Violent Dragon did not think highly of those Heaven's Chosen Ones who only had Beginner Level combat power. Similarly, with 100 Beginner Level soldiers, as long as he trained them properly, they would be able to kill 100 Heaven's Chosen Ones multiple times without suffering any injuries!
He was very curious about what miracle William could perform to make the chosen ones so powerful.
Because Violent Dragon understood that in the face of a true elite legion, the chosen ones would not be able to withstand a single blow.
Violent Dragon looked at his boxing gloves that were full of knife marks. Suddenly, he laughed …
He muttered, "I wonder if the swords of the Iron Nation experts are sharper or if my fists are harder?"
…
There was no justice or evil in war.
Everything was the will of the King and the direction of the flag.
The winner was king, and the loser was a bandit.
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