Mount & Blade: Wind of War

With the Viar volcano area as the center, after the gate of hell was opened, a large number of hell creatures continued to pour out, spreading and radiating the entire continent.

The Bridges Line, with military forts standing in rows and elite troops from various countries gathered, although it was impossible to completely prevent the spread of demons, at least the defense line formed blocked the most important population gathering place of the country behind.

A large number of disordered hell demons were blocked here, and they even fought and devoured each other. In the eyes of humans, this is extremely brutal and bloody, but in hell, this is a normal phenomenon.

In hell, the weak can't even chew the roots and barks of plants and trees, because there are magma fire lakes everywhere, and the normal natural ecology is rare and unevenly distributed.

On the battlefield, various magic missiles of various systems are flying, and after the earth is torn, rock claws will suddenly emerge and tear the surrounding creatures apart.

The magic casting on the human side is regular, striving to pursue the minimum consumption and the maximum number of enemy casualties.

On the demon side, even high-level demons rushed behind the wall and self-destructed. No one could understand what they were thinking in their chaotic brains.

On the human side, they deployed defenses, formed formations, and arranged a stranglehold based on fortifications, but faced the chaotic demon torrent. Standing on a high place and looking down, there were battles, casualties, and deaths everywhere.

"For a general who is about to die of old age, it is a blessing and misfortune to be able to command such a war in his later years. Everyone, I hope you will do your best so that I can close my eyes when I die in this position."

On the top of Sotol Castle, the old Marshal General Flanad drew his sword and stood it on his chest. With such calm words, he has decided to leave his life here.

And below him, one by one, the knights, who were either middle-aged, young, or even old, also drew their long swords and stood them on their chests:

For a soldier, it is a blessing to be able to fight to protect the empire and all mankind. It is better to swing a sword for this than to swing a sword for the ambitions of nobles or monarchs.

Unfortunately, this is an extremely difficult war with a very low chance of winning. Once defeated, the people he protects behind him will face the threat of the devils of hell.

This is also the reason why Rhodes understands General Flannard. An excellent soldier gives up his dignity as a soldier for what he protects. This is courage in another sense.

There is no right or wrong in this war. There are only wins and losses and life and death.

"Frightening Evil Seal!" This is a high-level negative energy spell.

Within the range of the spell's power, nearly 200 human soldiers on the wall suddenly lost control of their bodies. They were deprived of control of their bodies because of all kinds of strong negative emotions that surged from their hearts. The high-level demons and their inferior demons under the city immediately seized the opportunity and rushed up from all sides, attacking and killing a large number of human soldiers who could not resist normally.

Accompanied by a powerful skeleton wizard who was able to move freely under the wall, casting a spell.

The whole process took only one minute, and hundreds of human soldiers died. But just as the high-level demon opened its claws and prepared to continue tearing flesh and blood, a large fireball suddenly fell from the sky.

The fireball exploded with a "boom", killing indiscriminately in a wide range. Not only were the high-level demon and its subordinates blown away, but the high-level demon itself was also hit by the hot flames and flew backwards and hit the wall.

A dull "bang" sounded, and the wall even had cracks like broken tortoises.

Along with the sound of flying through the air, a huge shadow enveloped it. On the back of the white dragon, the legendary masters of the northern elves were all on it.

The legendary strongmen of the Lonely Mountain Castle were dispatched very shrewdly.

One was the three-headed evil dragon Paraskevi, who Rhode didn't care about and was ready to serve as cannon fodder at any time, and the other was the legendary priest James, who had extremely strong healing and auxiliary abilities and was almost bound to be left behind.

Later, Cress, who specialized in reconnaissance, came. Except for Rhode himself, almost no one he cared about directly participated in the front battlefield.

And because Rhode himself participated in the front battlefield, with strong combat power and amazing gains, no one dared to say that the Lonely Mountain Castle did not work hard.

On the other hand, the candidates sent by Bright Moon City were a little too generous. There were four legendary elves: the great elder Spasoye Dogan, the legendary warrior, the eldest princess of Bright Moon, the legendary swordsman, the second princess of Bright Moon, the legendary magic swordsman, and a legendary swordsman, all of whom needed to go to the front battlefield.

However, this is understandable. The two sides have different purposes. The Lonely Mountain Castle supports the Bridges defense line, on the one hand to contribute, and on the other hand to train soldiers, of course, with mounts and priests.

Bright Moon City is more for blood refining, facing the war, and feeling the war. In addition to the four legends, they are also equipped with a secret space elf master. Once their own legend encounters a huge crisis, as long as they are not killed in the first time, they will be teleported back to their own camp.

Such a luxurious hand, except for the elves, basically no other forces in the entire continent can come up with it.

"It's the necromancer from the Howling Mountains. Without the restraint of Brother Arantir, they have indeed mixed with the Hell camp."

"Isha, come and interfere with the spellcasting of that guy down there. I'll go and kill him right now!"

Just as Arlos drew her sword and was about to jump off the white dragon, her shoulder was suddenly held down by the green-robed Spasoye behind her.

"Don't worry, if you jump down at this time, you will face more than just a necromancer."

Because of Spasoye's suppression, Arlos failed to take action immediately. The next moment, two powerful evil spirits that were no less powerful than that of the white-bone necromancer suddenly appeared:

A huge tree slowly moved from the back of the demon group. It was of astonishing height, and its crown supported the sky, as if covering half of the sky.

But such an incomparable giant tree has now lost its branches and leaves, the bark is dry, and the rugged branches look like a skeleton with flesh and blood separated.

In front of the giant tree, the twisted bark formed a hideous and desperate old face, and every inch of wrinkles in it seemed to contain endless resentment.

On the rugged branches, there were hanging pale skulls, all of them with open mouths and bared teeth, looking tyrannical and ready to devour everything. There was a faint dark aura looming in their mouths, as if thousands of ghosts were hiding in them, ready to rush out at any time!