Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

The leading troops of the coalition marched to the hills in front of the Trier Valley.

"Damn it, where is the enemy?"

The knight on horseback looked into the distance. He found no trace of those monsters, but the traps everywhere in the Trier Valley had already made him exhausted. Various traps, poisonous arrows, nooses, and trip ropes, although they only caused dozens of Although many people died, the troops at the front only dared to move slowly.

After all, their job is not to fight. Before the war, they were just cowardly civilians, or even serfs without personal freedom.

The general of the "Legion of Honor" was named Joseph, who was just a baron.

However, he did not even have his own fief, and this so-called "baron" was closer to an honorary title. Joseph was once just a son of a humble carpenter's family. Because of his luck, he was selected by the Luckman family and received the purest education in chivalry. He finally completed a class leap and became an honorary noble and a member of the so-called "Legion of Honor". general.

He has always been grateful to the Luckman family, and often fantasizes about dying generously on the battlefield, repaying the family's kindness with the ending that a knight deserves.

Looking at the fearful militiamen, Joseph suddenly felt an uncontrollable anger.

How are these insects worthy of being with me!

I'm a knight!

A noble nobleman!

Thinking of this, he rode directly to the front of the team.

"Snapped!"

He whipped the soldiers who dared not advance until their skin was torn apart and they screamed in agony.

Joseph roared angrily:

"March forward!"

"No one is allowed to hide behind!"

"The Duke is so merciful that he provides food and even pensions to you bastards, just to let you waste your time here?"

"If these little traps can stop you, then where is your courage? How can you be worthy of the title of the Legion of Honor given by the Duke!"

Under Joseph's stern orders, the more than one hundred supervisors also used violent methods to urge the soldiers to move forward, so that the entire "Legion of Honor" finally began to march normally.

Although stampedes often occur in this army of ten thousand people, at least they will not stop because of one or two traps.

Finally, the landscape suddenly opened up, the terrain was flat and open, and we finally entered the Trier Valley.

"finally reached."

Joseph breathed a sigh of relief.

Traveling in the hills with complex terrain, he was overwhelmed by the various traps.

Of the more than 10,000 militiamen, hundreds of them had been lost before the war started, and the remaining people were a little panicked because of the dead soldiers. He killed several deserters one after another, and then barely managed to maintain the situation.

"This group of despicable animals, they don't deserve to be called the 'Legion of Honor' at all."

"These guys who don't understand the honor of nobility at all... they should be starved to death!"

Joseph cursed to himself as he sat on his horse.

"grown ups……"

The messenger's voice was trembling.

"What's up?"

"Is there another deserter ahead, or is there another stampede, or is there another trap? Don't leave everything to me. I'm here to fight for honor, not to be a nanny for you!"

Joseph couldn't bear it anymore and said impatiently.

"No, neither."

"What's that?"

"Sir, please...please come and see for yourself."

The messenger's voice trembled even more.

Joseph stepped forward to look, but was stunned and fell into silence.

In that flat and open wilderness, there is a mottled torrent composed of goblins and kobolds.

Their progress even kicked up a puff of smoke.

This torrent stretched as far as the eye could see, rolling in from all directions, probably tens of thousands of them. The eyes of those monsters flashed with light, and they let out bursts of noisy low roars.

Many of the monsters are covered with sparse scales, and the blood given by the red dragon makes their veins filled with a greedy thirst for killing and destruction.

There were dozens of winged kobolds flying around in the sky.

"This is"

Joseph's hand holding the reins trembled.

He had imagined countless times that he would charge on the battlefield, kill the enemy heroically, and eventually die of exhaustion, sacrificing his life for his family.

He was always moved by it, bursting into tears, and secretly determined that he would bravely fight for justice in this way if he had the opportunity in the future.

But he never imagined that a real battlefield would be like this.

If you rush into the torrent of this monster, you will definitely be torn into pieces, without any honor or dignity at all.

"No, it shouldn't be like this."

Joseph muttered.

For a moment, he even wanted to turn around and flee back to the camp.

But the monsters have surrounded them from all directions and come into contact with the militiamen in the front row.

Joseph finally recovered from his trance and fear, and shouted with a trembling voice: "Fight! Fight and kill the enemy!"

In fact, the tactics chosen by the leaders such as Doro and Trump of the Burning Ember Nest were surprisingly consistent with those of Robert from the Alliance - they both let the cannon fodder legions clear the way and the elite troops follow up.

There are more than 20,000 monsters in this legion composed of kobolds and goblins, who have been recruited from all over the Storm Slope, and only 30% of them have some thin red dragon blood.

Due to their smaller size, the combat power of goblins and kobolds is not as good as that of ordinary human farmers. However, they are infected by the aura of the red dragon and become cruel and warlike. Their fighting enthusiasm is far better than that of the "Legion of Honor" composed of serfs. ".

"For the Burning Nest!"

"For the great red dragon!"

Waves of roars sounded from the monster army. On the "Legion of Honor" side, people also blew the horn of attack under Joseph's order.

In this way, two large-scale cannon fodder corps were intertwined, declaring the official start of the war.

The kobolds and goblins of the monster legion were attacking crazily, almost regardless of their own lives, attacking the enemy, even though their opponents were just some farmers.

Several kobolds surrounded a human, clawed at his crude leather armor, hit his head with rocks, and stabbed his body with crude daggers again and again.

"For the Burning Nest!"

A dragon-veined goblin threw a short spear into the soldier's body, scratched it as it had no weapons in its hands, and finally even pounced directly on the man and bit him, making his face dripping with blood and letting out a painful wail.

The kobold Erd spit out flaming arrows in mid-air, causing the cotton clothes of many soldiers to burn, and their entire bodies turned into blazing "fire men".

Fire, blood, smoke.

There are no tactics at all on this battlefield, just the purest and most primitive fighting, and the situation is chaotic.

In just the first few minutes of contact with the battle, the "Legion of Honor" had already lost hundreds of people. People screamed, wailed, and cried in panic. This cannon fodder army was inevitably defeated.