Eigberg, capital Wilkes, palace.

Every year, I walked out of the empty kitchen, held the wall weakly, rolled over the marble railing, grabbed a pink tulip, and stuffed it into my mouth.

Five days have passed, and the servants and servants in the palace have almost been evacuated. I have been blessed with this matter. While the chefs have emptied the food materials, the absence of the gardeners has also made the plants in the garden grow particularly vigorously.

The big guys who stayed in the palace for the time being have their own personal chefs. Unfortunately, the eating habits of those people are not matched every year, so she can't get anything delicious.

"I guess I can find you here."

Every year, he turned over and lay in the flowers, his mouth was bulging, and he met Qi Youfeng's helpless gaze and opened his arms upwards.

Qi Youfeng grabbed one of her hands, pulled up the disappointed year by year, and helped her tidy up her clothes covered with grass leaves and soil:

"Simir has something to come to us, and you'll be the one who's missing."

"oh."

Every year, I squatted down, flew with both hands, harvested two handfuls of flowers, hugged them with fragrance, and smiled with satisfaction.

"We should ask Ximier to prepare more food and grass." Qi Youfeng touched his chin.

When I walked all the way with camel feed every year, would I have to live on horse grass again? No matter how easy it is to support me, there should be a boundary?

"Life, ups and downs!"

I bite the juice-filled flower poles every year, and miss the luxurious vegetarian banquet in Usher not long ago.

"Didn't Simier say that you can keep your food and accommodation? There seems to be a separate cooking team there, who is very good at making snacks." Qi Youfeng said lightly.

"Don't eat his for now, and I'll bother you in a while." He raised a flower every year and handed it to him, "Don't be jealous. Whether I'm approaching him or staying away from him, it's all purposeful."

Qi Youfeng took the flower over, fed it to her mouth, and smiled and said, "Are you explaining it in advance?"

"I thought of it and say it," Niannian swallowed it with a mouthful of water, recognizing the direction the two of them were heading, "Combat meeting?"

"Well, I decided to fight ten miles north of Wilkes. The king meant to delay time as much as possible. The second prince who stayed behind was quite ambitious and wanted to slash the enemy's agility."

"Overall, it's almost the same, but it will drag the two sides to join forces before facing each other. The burden on Lord Simeer's shoulders is quite heavy~"

"It is probably not convenient for him to be too radical in the war," Qi Youfeng said fairly, "and he has indeed allocated a lot of power to help the royal family move south, so that he can win the trust of this full command."

"Personal command? Are we considered the direct guards of the commander-in-chief?"

Every year, he held a large bouquet of tulips and kicked open the door of the conference room with a smile.

Simire was naturally sitting on his high-back chair, and he was not angry when faced with such rude behavior every day.

Judging from the people in this room, he did not dare to get angry at every day.

Nick is arguing with Dion about the color and style of the group suit. Alexander has developed more than a dozen solutions for "this boring problem". John is still missing, only the shadow by the window moves.

York raised his head from the dozen or so design patterns, saw the two people walking in the door, and pointed at Qi Youfeng in surprise:

"The tailor is here!"

A drop of sweat suddenly fell on Qi Youfeng's forehead, especially when Nick and Dion both looked at him, they always felt like they were stared at by a poisonous snake.

"It seems... the content of this pre-war meeting," Nian Nian looked at Qi Youfeng sympathetically, "It has nothing to do with the war."

......

Even if Simire wanted to arrange some tactical content, the members of the guard who were nominally directly under him were not interested, and the meaning of these people was not here.

In addition, Captain Nick was heartbroken to find that his members were so casual in some rough areas. Dion refused to wear black robe but did not have bright colors. York was determined to be fancy, and Alexander and the garment master Qi Youfeng, who had a special liking for cloaks and was eventually tortured by various conflicting demands, finally came up with a conspicuous form of packaging.

The basic symbol of the Temple of True God is a hexagonal star embedded in a circle, and there are also symbolic characters representing the seven major metals and other elements.

With the friendly reminders and strong persuasion every year, Simier took on the job of a special effects division, responsible for attaching a hexagram array to each guard member, which moved and shone as they moved.

When these seven people appeared on the city wall, wearing black robe, standing in a row behind the majestic and mysterious High Priest Simire, the magic circle under his feet slowly rotated, and the diffuse light gathered on Simire, the special effects master himself felt that this proposal was particularly outstanding and the publicity effect was very outstanding.

Eigberg is mountainous, but compared with that, the territory in the north is relatively flat, so the royal family moved south and hid in mountainous areas that are easier to defend and difficult to attack, and chose to fight here.

The city is in a strict garrison, with a dangerous peak on the back. On the east side is a cliff. The river is surging under the cliff. Standing on the city wall, you can see the enemy's every move.

"There is no reason to be compromised at all." Nian Nian commented.

"Look up and look at the sky, there is a reason." Nick answered slackenedly.

Everyone looked up at the flying island hovering above the enemy camp, and turned their attention to Niannian.

Nian Nian looked around alertly: "Hey, hey, aren't you going to hand over this thing to me? I'm not a surface-to-air missile."

"From the attack distance, you are indeed the only one who is suitable." Dion reminded, "and from the previous battle report, the main attack method of Feidao is the magic cannon."

"Just treat it as a practice. Your third-level arrow technique happens to be blocked by magic resonance. You can't find a suitable occasion to use it before, so this time it may come in handy." Alexander also agreed.

"Bone and blood arrows are effective, just bombard it." Simire patted her shoulder with encouragement.

"Are you responsible for replenishing ammunition?" Every year bargained immediately.

"Yes, as long as your performance is exciting enough." Simire agreed happily.

"Then I'll wait for the enemy to come."

Several people on the city wall turned around and looked at the streets full of soldiers. Their eyes swept through the lively street windows. Nick curled his lips in annoyance:

"Now, our mercenary group is about to become famous in battle."

......

In addition to Simire, there are only eight people on the city wall.

Within the city wall, there are about 150,000 local defenders, and there are also players who cannot count the number of people. They are waiting for the results of this defensive battle to determine whether they are heading south or north.

Just as Nian Nian said before, the temporary war situation is mainly limited to the confrontation between the NPC army.

Because the dwarves and Saltonstein were unstoppable, there were quite a few players who joined the two sides, and some of them remained in the rear and were busy occupying the captured towns. The militants began to step onto the front line one after another, preparing to earn military merits.

According to the players' past experience, the vanguard troops in this large-scale siege battle are no different from cannon fodder, but this time there is an air mobile turret Ser Island on the battlefield, and the vanguard troops' record and morale are also growing rapidly at the same time.

This time, even though the city in front of him looked extremely solid and steep and terrain was hard to climb, when dangerous light was brewing at the muzzle at the bottom of Se Island, the soldiers who were deploying the formation in front of the city wall still clenched their weapons excitedly, and their eyes were flashing with a sure-fire light.

The two forces invading Eigberg had already completed the uniting of troops. There were nearly one million troops siege here, and half of the dwarves and humans each accounted for half. Most of them were ordinary soldiers. They did not have much eyesight and could only see the scattered figures on the high city wall. They mistakenly thought that the defender had been forced by magic cannons and their fighting spirit was getting higher and higher.

The launch of the magic cannon was silent. The experienced soldiers calculated the time and rushed towards the closed city gate with a horn of issuing attack orders.

boom--!

An unexpected loud noise blocked the charge. Looking up, the arrow light had not completely dissipated, and the dark red track was a burst of bright light at the end.

In the out-of-time silence, a tall woman slowly floated up from the city wall, her cloak was waving in the wind behind her, and the six-pointed star magic circle under her feet was dazzling. After shooting another arrow, she casually glanced down in another loud roar, like an ant looking down at the ground.

The invincible magic cannon of Se Island was blown away by just one person and a bow?

The wind was blowing from the city wall, and the green vines of spring were winding down the city wall, and a faint fragrance of flowers filled the battle formation, fragrant and sweet.

The two figures suddenly jumped off the city wall. After a loud bang, one of them knelt on one knee, holding two swords, raised his head slightly, and smiled kindly towards the soldiers in front of him;

Another dwarf rolled on the spot, but accidentally twisted his neck, wailed with a sad face, and was almost pressed under him by a monster that hit the ground heavily.

When the two-headed and seven-clawed rat stood up tremblingly and screamed at the gray-robed man on the city wall in dissatisfaction, the black shadow under it suddenly stretched out and disappeared into the shadow of a soldier in an instant.

The black-robed mage standing tall on the city wall raised a staff made of white bones, and the red light in the ferocious and twisted bones of his hand was dazzling, like the blood-colored setting sun.

He calmly gave a sentence to the millions of troops under the city:
Chapter completed!