Ember Skywalker

Chapter 198 The Three Southern Territories, the Beginning of the War!
In the early morning, the sun did not rise, but it started raining.

Standing on the city wall, there is a thick fog in the distance.

Suddenly a group of war falcons appeared from the horizon.

They were arranged in a triangle, flying at an ultra-low altitude only tens of meters above the ground, and rapidly approaching the city wall.

On the war falcon in the front sat a majestic cavalryman, holding a ten-meter-long flag that fluttered in the wind.

There were two big and powerful characters written on the flag - Turan.

When they were only a few kilometers away from the city wall, the War Falcon Squadron pulled up vertically, rushed into the sky and circled.

“Damn, this is so arrogant!

Father, let me go out and kill them!"

On the top of the city wall, a young sky knight spoke to Daolan angrily.

He is Rochet, the second son of Dolan and the commander of the air cavalry.

“It’s not the time yet.

They are deliberately provoking you. If I am not mistaken, there should be a strong man ambushing behind them."

"So let these Turan dogs run wild over our heads?"

"Just a few dogs, just here to sniff. The main force is still behind."

Duke Dolan said with a smile, then looked at an old man in a white robe.

"Master Günter, Oz will be troublesome for you to deal with in a while."

"Don't worry, I haven't seen him for a long time." The old man said with a smile.

He turned out to be Günter, the president of the Morgan Guild.

“Master Wellington, please work with Isagu to deal with Cesar later.”

"can."

The one who spoke was Wellington, the Holy Wood Witch.

During his trip to Poincare, he was severely injured by the Soul-Eating Nightmare King and lost an arm, and his strength decreased significantly.

"But there is still one saint who cannot be resisted."

"give it to me."

The leader of the Eclipse Cavalry Regiment stepped forward.

"I will take my subordinates to hold him back."

“It will cost you dearly.

And without your command, the combat effectiveness of the Eclipse Cavalry will decline."

"There's nothing we can do about it. This is all the power we have."

“Isa Gu, your task will be the most difficult later, please.”

"Don't worry, I will definitely stop them at the foot of the city and prevent them from climbing the city wall easily."

The city gate slowly opened and teams of soldiers walked out.

They leaned against the city wall and lined up in the positions they had built, waiting.

Dao Lan knew that the defense line on the top of the city alone could not withstand Turan's attack, so he set up two lines of defense above and below the city.

As long as we hold the enemy back below, we can inflict a devastating blow on them from the top of the city wall.

Not long after, a rumbling sound was heard from the ground.

The vibration was deep and heavy, obviously not caused by one or two cavalry regiments, but by at least several super legions at the same time.

The sky grew darker, the rain grew heavier, the ground was shaking, and a solemn atmosphere filled the air.

The icy rain flowed down the veterans' faces, along their necks into their armor, and then flowed out from the gaps in the armor.

They shuddered and tightened their grip on their weapons.

Suddenly, a golden flag appeared on the foggy horizon.

Then the second side, the third side...

Under hundreds and thousands of banners, groups of galloping red-armored cavalrymen gathered.

The cavalry stopped in front of the city wall and began to form a battle line.

Soon, infantry began to appear in the rear.

Among them were dragon spearmen holding giant halberds, archers carrying longbows, and many shield soldiers.

Viewed from the sky, this army seemed as boundless as the sea.

The gloomy clouds broke apart, and hundreds of war falcons swooped down.

Behind them, a group of Burning Laws slowly flew over.

If they dare to fly over the battlefield, then their strength is beyond doubt.

Looking at the mighty army of Turan, Daolan remained silent.

In comparison, his own warriors seemed too weak.

Half a day later, the Turan army had completed its battle array.

A giant purple horse walked out of the formation.

It was a head taller than an ordinary warhorse, with red eyes and teeth as sharp and interlaced as those of a crocodile.

This is the king of wild horses unique to the Azov region - the Barbarian Horse.

Duke O'Callen sat on the wild beast, approached the city wall, looked at Daolan on the top of the city wall, and said sincerely:

"I want to talk to you."

"Okay, say it quickly if you have something to say. My time is precious and I will have to beat you up later."

“Old friend, you have fulfilled your duties over the past few months and have earned my respect.

Now, I urge you to lay down your sword and submit to Turan. You cannot win, and do not go down in the sea with Dante's doomed ship."

"Hahaha, don't you think you're ridiculous?"

Doran laughed and pointed at O'Karlen:
"I used to think highly of you, but now you're asking me to betray my master for glory. It seems you're nothing special!"

Okalun looked a little unhappy, but he still advised sincerely:

“Turan inherited the Glorious Dynasty and is the orthodox human race.

Your surrender to us is not betrayal, on the contrary, you will be honored in history!"

"It's a shame!"

“No, it must be glory.

Daolan, help me, make the human race stop fighting each other and reunite.

You take a small step today, and it will be a big step for humanity in the future."

"Go and deceive the undead!
Why does Turan call himself orthodox?
Don't forget, our Dante also made great sacrifices in the war with Zhimin.

That is blood that even Qiuyun River cannot contain. Why should we unite with you?"

"Listen to me.

Now we have the eternal enemy, the Holy Alliance, to the west, and the constant invasion of the frozen land barbarians to the north.

To the east and south, the Deep Blue Sea people are also eyeing us covetously. We cannot afford internal strife.

You have to think about the entire human race."

"Haha, stop talking about this bullshit!
Since you are thinking about the human race, you Turan might as well merge into Dante."

"This is impossible!"

O'Karren shook his head.

"The Turan Empire possesses the blood of the Titans, the bloodline of God. How can we condescend to others?"

“Then there’s no need to talk about it.

If you still care about the difficulties faced by the human race, retreat to the other side of the Qiuyun River now.

I can assure you on behalf of your majesty that Dante will never invade Turan."

"Then I'm sorry, but the human race must be united!

Dao Lan, you are so stubborn that you will definitely lead to the destruction of this century-old family."

Dao Lan clenched his fist fiercely, and a wave of air exploded with his fist as the center:

"Dante's land is vast, why should we be afraid of one more dry bone of mine!"

He turned around, looked at the Dante soldiers who were motionless in the heavy rain, and shouted, "What about you!"

"No fear, kill!"

All the soldiers roared.

Doran looked at O'Callum and sneered, "See, the Dante man has responded!"

Okalun's face was as gloomy as water. He slowly drew his sword and said loudly:

"Warriors of Turan, let us uphold the will of our ancestors and restore the glory of the human race!

Charge for Turan!"

"For Turan!"

The sound of roaring mountains and tsunami sounded.

The Turan warriors roared, revealing the superiority and pride that came from their bones.

On the left wing, dozens of infantry phalanxes began to move.

At the front of these phalanxes stood giant shields three meters high.

The shield was covered with half-meter-long spikes, and there were wheels underneath the shield.

Two thick wooden frames are connected to the shield body, and the wooden frames are tied to the back of the wild rhinoceros at the rear, relying on the power of the wild rhinoceros to push the giant shield forward.

An endless stream of golden light shone from Turan's center and right wing.

This is the sorcerer of the Holy See casting magic on the cavalry.

Turan's center and right wing were both cavalry, and there were also many barbarians on the right wing.

Since the conquest of the Azov frontier, barbarians have become part of the Turanian army.

The cavalrymen clamped their horses, held their lances horizontally, and began to slowly accelerate.

"Master Oz, Günter is now in your hands."

O'Karen said respectfully to a red-robed warlock beside him.

This warlock was in his forties, had silver hair, and possessed tremendous power.

He is the leader of the Order Warlocks and the protector of the Pope, Oz.

"I will suppress him, but during this time, I will not be able to provide you with any help."

"This is enough."

"Ferdinand, lead the Tianjuan Cavalry to attack Dante's right wing. Make sure to defeat the enemy in a short time."

"Don't worry! I will let the reputation of the Tianjuan Cavalry resound throughout Qinglan!" Ferdinand sneered.

"Saisa, your Nightfall Cavalry will join forces with the Azov Army to attack their left wing.

Remember, don't turn back after you penetrate them, but join me as quickly as possible and defeat the enemy's center army."

“Under orders!
To be honest, I can easily defeat them with just the Nightfall Cavalry!" Saisa said with a smile.

The Turanian army moved.

(End of this chapter)