The pale sky lit up from the northwest hillside of the mine. The fog of war that had been surging for most of the day dissipated. The dawn of the morning light fell on the mine, shining on the soldiers who were sleeping tiredly leaning together and bowing their heads.

Where the soldiers didn't know, the Earth Elemental Mages almost blocked the entire underground tunnel and completely cut off the possibility of subsequent undead support. The invasion of Amasil's natural guards and the Silver Blade Knights laid the victory of this mine battle.

Looking around, the ground was covered with bones of the dead. If they peeled off their outer armor, at least two or three thousand pieces could be used. Plus the remaining weapons would be enough to arm a large number of troops.

These armor and weapons produced in abandoned dungeons under the North Plains have excellent quality, and have had a good effect on the armor produced by the Siliki army from the tree demons and dwarves. Even the petrified giant lizard leather armor became ragged and could not be used any more.

Cyril sat on the high slope and looked at the messy battlefield below.

He chatted with Mia for a short night, and heard the mage telling about what had happened for so many days, from encountering the North Wind Cross Corps, to circling the Frost Iron Yuan, to Atsk's temporary decision-making and layout, borrowing the sword-holding skeleton to delay the rhythm of the dead...

The crossbow and cannon chariots of the North Wind Cross Corps, the cloud-piercing arrows of Memphis, the archers' volleys, and the final decision to counterattack, and the huge waves she caused herself - although she only took a few words to bring this paragraph about herself.

Now, the mage lady beside her was half curled up, like a sleeping cat. The pillow was leaning against his thighs, and her long brown hair was scattered softly, blocking her fair side face. The pendant hidden on her chest slid outside and fell on the snow. The originally blue orca tears of the orca turned into a transparent stone. Cyril reached out to pinch it up and could still feel the warmth and coolness on it.

Although she also wanted to hear what happened to Cyril, she couldn't resist being too tired and being able to hold on until dawn was already the limit.

Cyril looked down in a daze, and a rustling sound of footsteps came from his ears. He looked to the side, but Atsk, wearing tattered and ordinary leather armor, walked towards him with his tired body, his face full of fatigue, and a hole was added to the clear face.

He seemed to be about to shout, but when he approached and saw Mia pillowing on Cyril's legs, he immediately lowered his voice, nodded slightly to Cyril, and whispered: "Lord Lord."

"Thank you for your hard work." Cyril also nodded, "Has the statistics been released after the war?"

"It's almost done, we killed probably..."

"Talk about our war losses directly." Cyril interrupted him.

"Fight loss." Atsk hesitated for a moment and continued, "The casualties are less than expected, but the reduction of the shield soldiers and halberd soldiers is still relatively serious. Including the previous war losses, it is nearly half."

The tactics of the Siliki army so far determine that the shield soldiers and halberd soldiers in the team will always bear the most damage. The shield soldiers and halberd soldiers who brought out Siliki a total of 400 people, now there are only less than 200 people left. The greatsword warriors also suffered a lot of losses when they broke in, and the archers' losses mostly come from the scouts scattered out.

"Where is the corpse?"

"It has been sorted out and placed at the pass, and the relics have been put in a space bracelet." Atsk yawned a big yawn, reached out and shook it, and showed Cyril the bracelet that he wore on his hand, "I'll go and rest for a while."

Obviously, he was busy all night with the aftermath. It was obvious how much psychological pressure he and the soldiers were under was found out from the bones of the dead Siliki soldiers.

Cyril sighed deeply.

There is a rare war in the world that can be won perfectly. When the number rises to the level of thousands and millions, a person's power will be easily submerged in absolute quantity unless it can achieve qualitative change.

When we were in the game, those figures that were obviously "data", but were either excited or crying and dying. The figures of fighting together were enough to make people worry, not to mention that these are all living people now.

But this is an indispensable part of the historical process.

If you want to make more people live and to reverse that dark future, in the torrent of history, someone must stand up and stand in front of more people.

He tried his best to think about some happy things and imagine what direction the situation in northern Xinjiang would be if the plan of the undead was cracked.

Leonardo showed a much stronger power than before. The figure of the giant statue soared into the sky made Cyril feel trembling. He had no idea what direction the Wandering Knight was going. There had never been a name for Leonardo in the history of the game, not to mention that the real power system and the simple data in the game have already had huge differences.

Although Memphira was beaten by a vampire, she survived successfully under the protection of the barrier. She was not seriously injured when she fell into the mountaineering position of the Amasil Natural Guards.

She successfully broke through to the professional level - she actually broke through before the three heroes of the Elf Golden Generation, "Walking Golden Yang" Aris and "Natural Storm" Jenny. Memphis in history is also unknown. Cyril thought she would be a defensive specialist, not an excellent shooter when he heard this name.

This is the third professional level in Silici. Of course, the mad dog of La Rochelle is not included. If there are three professional levels in such a small place, it will be heard by Duke O'Connor, and he will probably be greedy.

After bloody training, the surviving Siliki army is obviously far better than the surviving Siliki army that has just entered the northern border.

At the same time, the strengthening of the Silver Blade Knights also made the tactical system available for Atsk more abundant, and no longer relying solely on the Great Sword Warriors to undertake the task of side advancement. Excellent impact cavalry like the Silver Blade Knights can undoubtedly better tear the enemy's wounds.

If we look at the military achievements, we will block the undead support troops, cut off the undead support channels, and annihilate thousands of undeads with less victory. Such military achievements will be enough to allow him, Earl of Siliki to obtain more fiefs and a large amount of Jintriga rewards-

As for the Duke's position, if he leads his team to a major battle of 10,000 people, and then all the O'Connor's forces die in the northern border, he will have the opportunity to take over the Duke of Amasil.

But obviously, this is not realistic.

Of course there are things that make him worry about. The disappearance of Caroline and Alina made him feel sank, but everyone is so tired, and now is not the time to ask...

This is a rare sunny day in northern border in October, and it seems to be celebrating this outstanding victory of the Siliki Army. After the renovation, the Siliki Army set off again without stopping and heading towards the core of the northern border, the Tower of the North Wind.

And in the northeast of the Frost Iron Plain, the Duoyin Plain.

The Titan arrow cut through the sky, and the golden thunder arrow arrived at the chaotic battlefield from the North Wind Tower, and fell into a large skeleton bush, annihilated it in an instant.

However, such a powerful spell could not help but be overshadowed when facing thousands of skeletons. The powerful crossbow arrow only cleared a piece of skeletons, but the remaining undead had already swarmed up, and the undead who had cleared out the vacancies of the Titan arrow were now piled up in front of the defense line led by the Snowy Owl Legion, had launched a full-scale attack.

Although during the previous stalemate, the three thousand private troops that were far beyond Claude Atley's expectations were timely re-elected, and he breathed a lot.

This private army comes from Amasil, who is home to Atsk Angels, a former classmate of Claude Atley, and is a team of the troops of "Duke O'Connor" as stated in the draft order.

Although this unit did not seem to be as good as the Siliki Army, the investment of 3,000 people made the No. 4 and No. 5 positions on the North Line suddenly stabilized. What's more important is that there were a total of twenty fifth-ring mages in their team, most of whom were mainly specialized in earth elements, which made a lot of effort for them to build positions.

Including the subsequent support of the Fifth Ring Mages by the North Wind Tower, the scale of the forty Fifth Ring Mages is now considered an excellent mage group in ordinary regular legions, but it is not enough to see at all in this battlefield of tens of thousands of people.

Forty mages have to be dismantled to five areas for use. They can hardly last long, and their magic will be almost exhausted.

However, the defense line, which was originally divided into five positions, is under much pressure at this moment.

"Sir, that's already the support of the last North Wind Tower."

The adjutant's eyes were filled with bloodshots, and the battle had lasted for three days. The undead's strengthening offensive started yesterday afternoon. He had never closed his eyes until now. His voice was so dull that he could hardly tell what he was talking about.

Claude Atley was also in a bad situation. He just leaned on the camp for a short rest before getting back to command the battle.

"Where is the catapult? Where is the crossbow?"

"The stone has been exhausted, and there are not many crossbow arrows left. The supplies from the North Wind Tower will not be transported until noon. In addition, the wear and tear of the crossbow and catapult are also severe and cannot last long."

Atley was suffocated, this was undoubtedly news that was so bad that it could not be worse.

They had no way of knowing the preparation of the North Wind Tower. The news would be transmitted from the North Wind Tower to the east, and it would take a lot of time to get those already stationed private troops to set off for the camp to rush back. After counting on their fingers, it is estimated that only one or two teams will arrive at the North Wind Tower.

"Do we have any extra troops?" he asked unwillingly, but the answer was obvious - facing the undead who were several times more powerful than theirs, they had no power to make extra plans, and it was already extremely difficult to achieve a rotation on the front line.

"Let the mage build a second line of defense backwards and start to retreat from the wings to the middle. We shrink the line of defense and let the flanks protect the archer position in the middle - is the crossbowmen's ammunition sufficient? If enough, let them continue to shoot until the undead retreat."

He simply drew two strokes on the map, and the originally lined up line collapsed into a box in his picture, firmly guarding the long-range power.

"Our mission is to hold on, how long can we rely on the position to resist, and until the support of the North Wind Tower arrives - damn, why don't they send two professional-level mages here? Just put a doomsday judgment and send all the dead of the dogs to heaven, isn't it all done!"

He couldn't help cursing, his hoarse mouth could no longer spit out a little spit. The messenger immediately executed this order, and Atley paused for a few seconds, then thought of something and continued:

"Where are the two little girls and scouts in Silicia? Let someone send them to the Tower of North Wind, don't spend it with us in the position..."

The adjutant was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that there were three people. He recalled for a while before saying, "Sir, the three of Siliki... seem to have already been re-elected to the first position. One of them said that we can't just watch us fight..."

"First position?" Atley immediately looked at their south. He couldn't see the first position so far away that he couldn't even remember who was mainly responsible for guarding the first position.

"At the beginning, Swipayi was responsible for joining the army, but the undead had concentrated on attacking from the south side, causing Swipayi to join the army to lose his troops seriously. Now what is there..."

The adjutant flipped through the roster in his hand, then raised his head and said a little embarrassedly:

"The main unit of the adults."

"Huiyi Infantry Regiment."

"It's okay, they can retract their defense in a while..." Atley breathed a sigh of relief, as if he was relieved.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he heard a burst of embarrassed footsteps coming from below. Then a scout rushed to the whistle tower and shouted loudly: "Sir, there are giant beasts in the undead, and giant beasts are beginning to attack the position!"

"They, they come from the south!"

"South?!" Atley's face changed drastically - they had just finished talking about the No. 1 position in the south, why was the No. 1 position suddenly going to be in trouble?

He slid down the hood, grabbed the scout and wanted to ask a few questions, but a few mouthfuls of black blood were sprayed out of the scout's mouth and his head drooped forward. Only then did he find that a black iron arrow was inserted into the scout's back, and when he reached out to explore, his breath was gone.

On the way back to the position, he was caught with an arrow with corpse poison, and forced himself to run from position No. 1 for several kilometers back to the main position, just to convey this sentence.

Atley's face turned pale. He slowly placed the dead scout on the ground, stood up and turned to look south.

There were black clouds rolling there, and in the fog, a huge figure was vaguely seen moving forward slowly.

"Let them shrink their positions and immediately shrink inward. Go to support the second position, hurry up, where are the cavalry? The cavalry also go and lead the giant beasts away..."

Claude Atley suddenly started to scream, but as he spoke, his voice became hoarse.

It's too late.

The Huiyi Infantry regiment he brought out was not afraid of death, and it was impossible for him to retreat in fear when he saw the giant beast. They would choose to cover Swipayi's retreat with the army, and the consequence was...
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