Banner of the Evil God

"The weather is good today, the sunshine is very good." Creek looked up at the sky, stretched out his hand to block the dazzling sunlight, and said with a smile, "I thought it would be very cold in the north, but it turned out okay."

Spencer sighed and turned his gaze to the orc position in the distance. He saw the vast army was boundless and mighty as a mountain, which was intimidating. Looking back at his own side, there were quite a lot of people, but the formation was obviously a bit scattered. , the momentum is scattered and there is no sense of unity.

It's like a piece of steel and a piece of stone. At first glance, they look about the same size and seem to be quite strong, but in fact they are very different. The two collided head-on, just once or twice. If they collided a few more times, the broken pieces would definitely be rocks.

"It's amazing that you can still laugh at this time!" He finished sighing and said to his friends beside him, "After the fight breaks out later, I will find an opportunity to charge towards the Orc Emperor's banner. How can you do this?" Don’t follow me foolishly!”

"Huh? I thought we were friends, didn't you?" Creek said in astonishment, "As one of my only close friends, do you shamelessly throw away the code of chivalry when you see the honor and want to take it all for yourself? It?"

Spencer laughed at the shocked and angry look on his face, and punched his shoulder hard: "How long has it been, and you are still telling jokes. Are you not a scholar, but a bard?"

"I am a believer of His Majesty the Eternal Song. Isn't it normal to be able to be a bit of a bard?" Creek smiled and hit his shoulder. "Good friend, this is probably the first time in our lives. This is the last time we will fight together. Let me share your honor a little."

"What's the point of seeking death?"

"Is it possible that if I don't charge with you, I won't die?" Creek sneered, "It's the same as death, so why not accompany you in the charge? I once heard a saying from a bard, 'Escape is also death. "Fighting is also about death. Since you are going to die no matter what, it's better to do something big and die vigorously." What do you think of this? "

"Very good, but it's a bit too long as an epitaph." Spencer nodded, smiled and said, "I have already explained that my epitaph is 'From birth to death, he was always like a knight.' ”

Crick raised his eyebrows: "Then my epitaph is 'He lived like a poet and died like a knight.' What do you think?"

Spencer was silent for a moment and sighed softly: "What a pity! I will go to the Kingdom of the Lonely Guardian, and you will go to the Kingdom of Eternal Song. Otherwise, we will still have a chance to drink for such a wonderful epitaph. Woolen cloth."

"Why are you talking about such a bad topic?" a knight next to him shouted, "I don't plan to die here! I also plan to take off the head of the Orc Emperor and hang it in my living room until he is old enough to lose his sword. When I can’t lift it, I point it at it and brag to my children and grandchildren!”

Crick and Spencer laughed together, and the knights around them laughed too.

Under the banner of the orc army, Emperor Yunero looked at the human formation and couldn't help but smile.

"Your Majesty, have you thought of anything happy?" the guard asked curiously.

"Victory is close at hand, of course I am happy." The emperor said with a smile, "Look at the enemy army. Although there are many people, their formation is very chaotic. There is obviously a disconnect between the forward and the central army; although the two wings are elite, there are not enough people; the rear is not large enough; The army is a mess, and they all look like civilians. Looking at our side, not only are there more people, but the formation is much more orderly. The outcome of this battle is clear. "

The guards looked at both sides and saw that it was indeed the case. They couldn't help but laugh: "Your Majesty is so wise and powerful! You can tell the outcome before the fight even starts!"

However, at this moment, Sad Wind, who was covered in a green grass robe, spoke: "There is nothing absolute about war. If the victory or defeat can be judged by looking at the strength and formation of both sides, then human beings are still stuck in the wizarding world. Time."

She was talking about the decisive battle between the new magic army and the wizard army led by Lamperus. At that time, there were more than ten legendary powerhouses in the wizard army, nearly a hundred high-level wizards, mid-level wizards and wizards. Thousands of arcane warriors have been trained, and they are supported by a large army that is well-trained and well-equipped. As for the new magic army, the only legendary strongman was Lamperus. Later famous masters such as Beifeng and Yibuwei were only high-level mages at that time. The number of the army was much smaller and the equipment was also poor. Many, although their morale is high, their training level is indeed far inferior to their opponents.

If Emperor Yunero said it, the result of that battle should be a 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 due to different ideas, she was always proud of following her teacher and defeating the Wizarding Age. When I heard the emperor's words at this moment, I couldn't help but think of that past incident and couldn't help but make sarcastic remarks.

The emperor's face darkened slightly and he frowned, but he did not refute him verbally, and even stopped the angry guards with his eyes.

The majesty of the orc emperor is completely ineffective against people like the Great Druid of Sad Wind. She said whatever came to her mind, and unless she wanted to fall out, she could only endure it.

Besides, what if they fell out? He could feel that Archdruid Sad Wind was also a strong man who had crossed the Immortal Gate. Unless he disobeyed the order of His Majesty the Sky-Devouring Dog and unlocked the hidden power seal, even if he took the Staff of Imprisonment, he might not be able to keep her.

This Archdruid was not only the top master of natural magic, but also the top figure in the field of magic. He was also a powerful ranger, with no weaknesses in melee, ranged attacks or spells. More importantly, even he could not be sure that the "Archdruid Sad Wind" standing here was her, not a clone.

Many of the strong men who had crossed the Immortal Gate liked to hide their bodies in a safe place and concentrate on pursuing deification. They usually only sent clones to move in the world. Perhaps Sad Wind was the same...

On the other side, Woods Igor frowned deeply as he looked at the orc army's formation as solid as a mountain.

He knew that this battle was most likely to be lost.

But he had to fight!

As the king of the Eagle Kingdom, others can admit defeat and surrender, but he can't.

Besides... it's just death, what's there to be afraid of?

Thinking of the promise made by his majesty to him, he couldn't help but laugh.

The knights beside him couldn't help but rejoice when they saw that his majesty could smile confidently in the face of such a disadvantage. Although they could see the disadvantage of the situation, and although they couldn't think of any way to win, at least their morale was improved a little.

In the sky, the air forces of both sides that took off in advance confronted each other. The human side had giant eagles, griffins and air knights, and the orc side had flying magic beasts and air knights.

In terms of quantity, the orcs' air knights were not particularly large, but flying magic beasts had an absolute advantage over giant eagles and griffins. According to general rules, in a battle like this, the human side might be able to hold on at the beginning, but when the knights suffered more losses, they couldn't hold on.

Riding a griffin, Leon didn't pay much attention to the black mass of flying magic beasts and air knights in the sky opposite. His eyes were on the ground, staring at the man under the golden crown eagle.

After not seeing each other for decades, the man has grown old. He was less than ten years older than me at the time, and now I am still as young as before, but he has gray hair. The years have left deep marks on him, washing away the vigor of the past, leaving only the dusk.

If you only look at the back, he really looks a bit like his grandfather...

Leon sighed in his heart, and clenched the scimitar that was temporarily inlaid with magic gems and had the effect of "reducing weight".

This scimitar is the relic of Altair, the first assassin of the Orc Empire, and also his trophy. In the previous scout battle, he had used this scimitar to chop off the heads of more than 30 Orc warriors, winning a great reputation for "Rian Panther Killer". So now he is one of the most noble air force knights in the Eagle Kingdom, riding a royal griffin with strength comparable to that of a high-level Warcraft. This griffin is not like the other griffins, which are gray and yellow with only a white head. Instead, the whole body is covered with white feathers, and the feathers on the top of the head are even more golden, as if it is wearing a crown. The name "Royal Griffin" comes from this.

It is obvious that this griffin is not the type that has been trained for a long time, and it was reluctant to accept this knight at first. But when it felt the true breath revealed by Leon, it immediately became tame and obedient, just like it had been trained for a long time.

Except for Leon and this speechless griffin, no one knows why.

Leon gently touched the feathers on the griffin's back and whispered to it: "When the fight starts, just rush forward directly, don't get entangled with those guys who are not worth mentioning, understand?"

The griffin nodded and made a cheerful cry.

As a powerful creature known for its bravery, it likes to attack, attack and attack again. Especially attack those powerful enemies, knock them down, tear them apart with powerful iron beaks and claws, and cheer for victory in the blood.

His knight not only possessed the kind and comfortable breath of the descendants of the eagle, but also possessed outstanding strength and fearless courage, which was really to his liking!

Hearing the cheerful cry of his mount, Leon couldn't help laughing.

"You guy." He said, "You are just a griffin, but you have the heart of a dragon!"

The smart griffin understood his praise and responded with a proud cry.

At this moment, the flag of the Orc Empire moved and slowly advanced forward.

That was the order to attack.

The next moment, the flag of the Eagle Kingdom also moved tit-for-tat, advancing without showing weakness.

The soldiers on both sides roared deafeningly and launched a charge towards death or victory.

The murderous aura was so strong that even the bright sunshine was eclipsed.