After the holy sword is broken

By the time the two entered the camp of the coalition forces, it was already dark.

Under Lizzy's leadership, Alger went directly to the headquarters.

As soon as he approached the low room, he heard a voice shouting: "Alger is leading the team? That's great!"

Opening the curtain for no apparent reason, the young man who was speaking saw him, his eyes lit up, he stood up and greeted him: "Alger! Let's go, let's push him a few kilometers forward."

"Tch, why haven't I seen you so brave before." Lizzy followed Alger and said disdainfully when she heard what he said.

"...This is strategy, strategy!"

"People who use instant summoning as a solidification spell still know strategy? The snail you summoned last time is still following."

Alger heard the words, looked down, and really saw a crystal-like snail at the feet of the young man.

The fifth executor of the Poetry of Truth, Heroic Spirit Summoner Ragal, immediately exploded upon hearing this.

"...What happened to the snail? Even if it is a snail, it is still a snail from the Kingdom of God. What right do you have to say about it!"

"The technology is poor, so I won't let you talk about it." The little girl's appearance, but the old senior's inner second executor sneered.

Is it tolerable, which is unbearable?

"...I want to duel with you!"

"Come on, use your snail to duel with my construct, the stone golem bullies you too much, how about the mechanical bird?"

Alger had a headache when he heard it: "Okay, let's talk about the situation here first, who is uniting the human front?"

Ragal pointed to himself: "Me."

"...No wonder."

"Hey, Alger, why are you laughing at me too? Your flexible fighting style doesn't mean that your battle command is unreliable, okay?"

The little girl glanced at the snail: "Yes, in terms of size alone, it is very flexible. As for the speed..."

"Lizzy! Stop holding on to the snail!"

The frantic meeting finally came to an end, and several people finally calmed down—to be precise, the summoner Ragal finally calmed down, and they took their seats one by one.

Ragal sat on the main seat and briefly introduced the situation.

"These on my left are the secret key of the holy gate, the dawn of dawn, the eye of the sky and the jewels, cough... and the person in charge of the mysterious chapter."

Several allies with different clothes and occupations exchanged salutes with Alger one by one.

Among these people, Alger saw a familiar figure.

"We meet again, companion of the poem of truth."

The emblem of the stars is embroidered with gold and silver threads on the robe, and the gemstone ring on the hand is dazzling.This is the mage from Daybreak Dawn that I met in the lich's cave before.

Ragal raised his eyebrows: "Do you know each other? Coincidentally, this mage is also the reinforcement who just arrived today."

"Hello." Alger was a little embarrassed, but still greeted him.

"Dempsey." The mage's amber eyes were filled with a faint smile, and the depths contained the unique wisdom of a mage.Like the vast night sky, dotted with stars.

Friendly eyes, but Alger always felt that there was a deeper meaning hidden in them, as if he was... examining something.

He shook his head secretly, probably because he thought too much again.

"Eh?" Lizzy suddenly said, "Alger, when did you get married? I haven't even heard of it."

All eyes were on his hand, where a sapphire ring was being worn on his ring finger.

"...This is a talisman."

Alger explained helplessly, but he unconsciously thought of someone whose azure blue eyes were more beautiful and brighter than this gem.

He pursed his lips tightly, dispelled the image in his mind, and continued to listen to Ragal's introduction.

"The ones on the right are the holy melodies..." Ragal announced the names of several sects in succession.

"The relevant leaders of these sects.

"There are still a few people in front. A legendary mage was seriously injured before and was recuperating, so he didn't show up. In addition, the few vacancies next to you are reserved for the royal family, and they are usually empty. You Don't worry too much about it."

After Ragal finished his introduction, he paused for a while, and waited for them to salute each other before pointing out a few positions close to the top:

"These seniors all have very rich experience in war. In comparison, Lizzie and I are inferior to them in terms of large-scale wars, both in theory and in practice."

Those who were pointed out all said that Ragal was too modest.

Ragal neither affirmed nor denied, but continued:

"I represent the Poetry of Truth and sit in the united front position. Apart from following the tradition, the main function is to coordinate various opinions within the human race and communicate with other racial alliances who are active on the Hell's Gate front and stationed in other directions.

"In formal tactical discussions, you can listen to the opinions of these seniors."

This time, several responsible persons did not push back.

Although in a small area of ​​the New World, the saying "The executor of the poem of truth must know a little bit of everything" is widely spread, but in fact, it is not so easy to cultivate all-round talents.

The so-called "a little bit" is really just a little bit in many cases.

Lizzie and Ragal were able to stay at the core of combat command because they had been stationed on the front line for a long time, and their experience in combat and command was accumulated bit by bit.

But Alger is different. Although he has also learned some simple knowledge of warfare, strategy and tactics, and tactical coordination, and has supported the frontline several times, but in terms of depth, he is obviously far behind these professionals.

Not only him, most of the people who came to reinforce this time were just playing the role of elite soldiers. The real decision-making still had to be made by the original commander.

Nodding seriously, he discussed the battle situation with them for a while, and the simple temporary meeting came to an end.

"The room assigned to you is here. The Knights of Truth and the people from the headquarters have also completed the handover here and will be re-formed. Don't worry, go to the front line with me tomorrow to have a look. Let's just leave it at that."

Ragal led Argel to the door of a separate room. After finishing speaking, he hesitated for a moment and spoke again:

"We've also heard some things... The executors of the Poetry of Truth have always been on the tip of their swords. You should be careful. When we submitted the application to become the potential executor, we had already chosen own destiny.

"You yourself too, you probably don't understand."

Everyone knows that the former fourth executor, Fei Luo, is of extraordinary significance to Alger.He must have been the most difficult to accept when he heard the bad news.

Alger was silent for a while, then smiled wryly and said, "Why do you have to bring it up again..."

Ragal patted him on the shoulder, turned and left without saying anything.

How much unwillingness and anger, darkness and pain, all mixed with tears that will not be shed, are swallowed with difficulty in the middle of the night.When the sun rises again, you still have to show your warmest and positive side to face a brand new day.

When he saw Ragal again, he still showed a gentle smile habitually.

But the young man in front of him seemed a little irritable.

"Oh? This time the royal city really sent a nobleman? What kind of title? Viscount? Heh, he will be the earl when he goes back, right? I hope this time he will be more sensible. If he dares to lose the chain at a critical moment, I will dare to bury him in hell to the door!"

Li Ji, in the image of a little girl, said coolly from the side: "Don't do it like this, human corpses can easily degenerate into strange things."

The dark atmosphere around the gate of hell is too strong, not to mention dangerous things like corpses, even the surrounding soil looks a bit wrong.

After Lizzie finished speaking, she found Alger who had just arrived: "Good morning, Alger, have you shaved off your beard? You look much more energetic."

Alger smiled and nodded towards them: "Good morning, Senior Lizzy, and Ragal. What happened?"

"It's not a big deal, it's just that a person's head might be filled in the vacant row next to you last night, ah, no, the level of a viscount is not enough to enter the highest combat meeting, so the row will still be empty .”

Ragal waved his hand: "Don't worry too much about these things, let's go."

I said last night that today we will go to the front line of the battlefield to have a look.

Although the farthest guard post from here to the gate of hell is generally called the front line, the front line specifically refers to the battlefield near the gate of hell where the two sides are fighting.

There are several miles away from the rear camp - all kinds of extraordinary existence and magic means can help them reach the battlefield quickly and leave enough buffer zone, which is very necessary.

"But..." The messenger wanted to call Ragal to stop, but no one paid attention to him. Only Alger glanced at him hesitantly, but was quickly carried away by two seniors, one on the left and one on the right.

Of course, Lizzie's height couldn't stand Alger, so she chose to use a normal-sized stone golem to replace the position on the right.

"But..." The poor communications officer stayed where he was, wanting to cry without tears: "The lord will be here soon, aren't you going to greet him?"

Even those who are on the front line of the gate of hell, none of them are ordinary people, and even the cooks in charge of the kitchen are served by knight retinues and magic apprentices.

But for an ordinary professional, a nobleman from the royal city is still a big man who needs special respect.After all, while they have actual social status, they often also have a thick and long-standing secret art inheritance.

"Is it really okay..."

The battle lines in Hellgate are long.Surrounding the collapsed ancient holy land, there are battlefields surrounding the gates of hell.

Humans are responsible for guarding the west, elves are responsible for the battlefield in the east, dwarves defend the north, and dragons and beasts protect the south.This is the most basic division of responsibilities.

In addition, there are some ethnic groups with a small number, or branches separated from the original ethnic groups due to special reasons.They do not have fixed habitats, or their habitats are small and scattered, and they tend not to stick to one side like the main four groups.They go to war in their own way.

On the mainland, except for the devil worshipers, no race wants evil to invade.

Even the vampires—the demons born on this side of the mainland—want to enjoy this wonderful world to themselves.similar?It doesn't matter to the devil.

At this time, conflicts are unfolding on the human battlefield.

Warriors and knights charge forward, guarding the rear with swords and spears.Around them, magic and divine art bloomed at the same time, protecting the brave.

Demons continuously crawled out of the basin behind, attacking here with claws and teeth.

"Scenes like this happen all the time."

As soon as Lizzie finished speaking, Alger saw a warrior whose armor was pierced, and a thorny thorn was pulled out, and the death knight riding a skeleton horse grinned at another human being. The warrior ran.

Alger subconsciously wanted to rush into the battlefield, but was grabbed by Ragal.

"That's not what we're here for."

Alger frowned, watching the Skeleton Knight harvest another life.

Finally, a spell of ice fell from the sky, freezing the death knight, including the skeleton and the horse, in place, and then, a heavy hammer smashed it into pieces.

But on the other side, a new batch of death knights crawled out slowly, seemingly endlessly.

Seeing that Alger had calmed down, Ragal let go of his hand and said, "The garrisons at the front and rear camps will rotate every once in a while to ensure the condition of the participants.

"According to the recent frequency, there will be a strong attack tomorrow evening, which will last until the dawn of the next day. At that time, we need you as a striker to carry this round of offensive.

"So, first come over and get in touch with the front line."

"But before that—" Lizzy pointed to the huge basin in the distance, which is the so-called gate of hell, the ruins of the ancient holy land.

Above it, cloudy clouds that cannot be penetrated by the sun are piled up all year round, oppressive and dark, making people breathless.Even the entire battlefield is gloomy.

"Look there, do you have any special feeling?"

Alger frowned and said nothing.

"Closer?"

……

…………

"I'm a swordsman. No matter how powerful my perception is, I'm not as keen as a magician. If you want to say something, just say it."

Alger stood on the edge of the Hell's Gate Basin, stepped on a little devil that was struggling to climb up, and said to the two people around him.

There is a pungent sulfur smell here, mixed with the smell of burning charcoal. There is a cliff at the foot, and under the cliff is a sunken crimson hot soil, as if flowing magma from hell.

The further you go, the deeper the ground sinks.Standing on the edge, you can't see the end at a glance.

Except for the crimson light source below, almost no light can be seen in the fallen holy land covered by thick dark clouds. Only by relying on powerful dark vision can one see everything here clearly.

Nothing unusual?

Lizzy and Ragal looked at each other.

So, why did the chief priest give a special order?

"Hmm...so when the battle officially starts, I still have to give you a battlefield commander with clear and detailed instructions."

Li Ji looked thoughtful and said: "Otherwise you might be hitting and hitting, and you won't be able to tell the direction."

"……how is this possible."