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The sunset on the Ganna Plain was like blood, reflecting every broken body and every pool of coagulated blood on the battlefield. This tragic battle was over. As night fell, darkness enveloped the earth. The air was still filled with the residual breath of death, and the biting cold wind seemed to be telling the tragedy of this battlefield.

As the last ray of light faded, the entire battlefield fell into a terrifying silence.

Ralph lay quietly on the ground. He was a dragon with strong vitality, but after being pierced by Redra's Demon King Sword and drained of his blood, his life had already entered the countdown. He was weak all over, and now he continued to lie on the ground, just quietly waiting for death to come. But to be honest, he didn't want to die. He had originally been determined to fight Redra to the death, but after losing, he was more confused and even terrified than unwilling.

Demon Lord Redra, his swordsmanship... he felt very familiar with it. It seemed to be the knight swordsmanship passed down by the Knights.

Who is he? Why does he know the swordsmanship of knights, and how can he be so good at it? In the current magic world, Ralph thinks that his strength should be limited to Vincent, and there is almost no one who can surpass him except Vincent. And if it comes to a swordsmanship competition, he is second to none. It has been decades, and Ralph has been the leader of the Knights for more than 30 years. The Demon Lord Redra is the first opponent he has met who defeated him in all aspects, which makes him feel very puzzled.

He didn't understand why the best swordsmanship in the history of the magic world could be learned so exquisitely by a demon. Unless... he was also a knight, and it was even possible that he was a knight of a very high status!

"Cough... cough cough..." Ralph weakly covered his chest and coughed up blood from his throat. If the Demon Lord Redla was really a knight, then what on earth had he experienced and what had happened to him that led him to this state? What kind of secrets... did he have?

But unfortunately, Ralph had no chance to know. He could feel that his life was gradually dissipating and withering...

That's all. That's it...

Before he died, Ralph took a last look at his brothers and sisters lying on both sides of him, then slowly closed his eyes.

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On the other side, Jinli, the only surviving senior commander of the coalition, led the remaining thousand defeated soldiers to retreat westward. It was a complete and tragic defeat, and most of the soldiers were unwilling to accept it. However, in addition to unwillingness, the terror of the demons had also planted a seed of fear in their hearts. They staggered, their bodies were exhausted, and their expressions were numb as they dragged their feet forward.

"My lord, should we continue to chase the remaining small group of troops?" Chelist asked, looking at the direction where the defeated coalition soldiers were going away.

"Chase. Send a fast-moving team to chase them if possible. As for the other troops, let them rest where they are."

Redra said calmly. He looked at everything around him with a cold gaze, and slowly stepped down from the chariot, each step appearing to be unhurried. Seeing this, the demon soldiers retreated one after another, leaving a space for their demon king. Redra was wearing bone-white armor, and his eyes revealed a chill that seemed to freeze the air around him instantly.

After all, he was still the king of the demons. Those ferocious monsters were like obedient Karami in front of Redra, and they didn't dare to act rashly. At this moment, Redra's heart was not particularly calm, and it could even be said that it was fluctuating quite violently.

Redra's thoughts drifted back to a long, long time ago. Five hundred years ago, that was the first time Redra appeared in the magic world as the Demon Lord. After accumulating for five hundred years, he finally mastered the power left by the previous generation of Demon Lords and attempted to unify the magic world. But unfortunately, his actions that time were a bit too hasty and not fully prepared, giving the righteous enough time to prepare. In addition, the war five hundred years ago was the period when the Ministry of Magic was at its peak. The Ministry of Magic at that time was indeed a very capable organization, especially Garriott Mason, who was also the Minister of Magic and the Principal of St. Len's School of Magic at the time, was also a very capable person. So the war did not last too long before it was suppressed, and even Redra himself was sealed in his own Demon King's Palace.

But this is not the end. What really touched Redra was the war a thousand years ago. At that time, he was not the Demon Lord. On the contrary, he was the leader of the anti-demon coalition. He was also a member of the anti-demon clan, but after returning from the war, he was persecuted by the church, which made him disheartened and degenerate.

When Ralph fought him, he could see the determination and hatred in his eyes. Once upon a time, he also looked directly at the previous generation of Demon Lord with such eyes.

"My Lord...what's wrong with you?"

Due to Redra's emotional fluctuations, his breath was not restrained for a moment. The air around him seemed to drop by more than ten degrees in an instant. Chelist swallowed, but still walked over with courage to ask a few questions.

"It doesn't matter, go do what you have to do." Redla said coldly, but his eyes were very long...

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The night was gradually getting darker. Jinli and the thousand or so defeated soldiers retreated westward while constantly looking back at the blood-stained Ganna Plain. Their hearts were filled with grief and anger, but also with a firm belief. This battle was too tragic. Not only did they lose most of their comrades, they even lost the commander-in-chief, Captain Ralph. Even the commander died in battle, which shows how tragic this battle was.

They entered a forest and walked through it, trying to avoid the demons chasing behind them. Each of their steps seemed extremely heavy, but they supported each other and no one fell behind. The dense forest provided them with temporary shelter, but the road ahead was still full of unknowns and dangers.

"Everyone, stop and take a break." Jinli's voice was low and tired, but he still maintained the firmness of a commander. The soldiers stopped and found a relatively safe place to sit down, and began to bandage their wounds and replenish their energy. But they did not dare to relax completely, and still had to remain vigilant at all times.

"Lord Jinli, can we really stop the demons?" A young soldier asked in a low voice, his voice full of doubt and uncertainty. Before they set out, their righteous coalition army, a mighty force of 100,000 people, was defeated in a battle! Even the strongest troops would definitely collapse after such a loss.

Hearing the question, the other soldiers nearby also looked over, waiting for Jinli to speak.

Jinli was silent for a moment, looked at the confused faces of the soldiers around him, and slowly said: "Comrades, although we lost this battle, we must never give up. Our homeland is behind us. If we give up, who can stop the iron hoof of the demon army? The time that Captain Ralph and those brave knights bought for us with their lives was not for us to run back in disgrace and become cowards, but for us to use this time to find a way to defeat the demons."

The soldiers nodded when they heard this. Although the hope in their hearts was already very weak, Jinli's words still gave them a glimmer of hope. They began to discuss the next plan, how to organize a new defense, how to find reinforcements, etc.

Of the remaining troops, elven archers accounted for about one third, and the rest were magician infantry. The knights of the Knights Order had been annihilated, and none of them returned. With just these troops, it was simply wishful thinking to want to stop the demon army. However...

"Lord Jinli, in my opinion, this forest seems very suitable for guerrilla warfare." An elven soldier said.

"Guerrilla warfare... is indeed a feasible strategy." Jinli stroked his chin and thought for a while: "However, we are too few in number. Although guerrilla warfare can slow down the enemy's pace and marching speed to a certain extent, I am afraid we ourselves will not be able to return alive."

"Lord Jinli, it's already this late. What's the point of going back alive? Even if you escape back to the Holy City, the demons will attack sooner or later. Rather than being killed by cannonballs from nowhere in the battle to defend the city, it's better to be a hero here!" said a burly soldier. His words immediately resonated with the surrounding soldiers.

"Well, guerrilla warfare is indeed one of our few options... After all, with such a small number of people, it is impossible for us to fight head-on... But we still need to plan carefully how to fight specifically." Jinli nodded and said slowly.

"We need to contact the Ministry of Magic as soon as possible to inform them of the battle situation on the front line, and then organize defenses in the forest as soon as possible. Everyone, it is my honor to fight alongside you."

"Lord Jinli, it is our honor to fight alongside you!"

"In that case, let's take action!"

In the second half of the night, the soldiers dispersed to find food and water, and try to recover some strength. Jinli used this time to draw a simple map, marking some ambush points and terrain suitable for guerrilla warfare. In addition, he also appointed several squadron leaders and captains, breaking up the whole into small pieces, and scattering the thousand-man team like sand throughout the forest. Dawn slowly came, and under Jinli's leadership, the soldiers ignited their final determination, ambushed in the bushes, and quietly waited for the enemy to arrive...