When Sauron's army arrived, all he could see was the cold corpses that had piled up like mountains, covering almost the entire hills.

The blood reflected a dark purple color that was almost disgusting under the rising sun the next day. On the entire grassland battlefield, except for the mountainous corpses and destroyed camp materials, there was only endless blood left.

The smell of the dark purple blood condensed overnight made almost half of the soldiers of the entire 150,000 army of soldiers couldn't help but vomit it out.

Cold, the enemy's means are extremely cold.

Cruel, the enemy's means of bloody cruelty.

Riding on the horse, Marquis Hilton stared at the tragic scene in front of him coldly. His slightly white beard kept shaking with the trembling of his lips. His handsome noble face was pale and there was no trace of blood. He gritted his teeth even more hated for Duke Leot.

Mom, no wonder that the old guy gave up the competition for the vanguard so easily. Moreover, he gave the right to command the army as a marshal, but he stayed in Bell City to "repay the wound".

Hold!

It turned out that his "baby" son, who turned against the family and made a big fuss in the capital, was now even more about to break up the territory and block the territory. His methods were so great. No wonder the old fox Leott gave the huge "cake" to himself without hesitation.

Damn, I was completely fooled, I was completely fooled by that cold-blooded guy.

Leott's son, who has been with wolves and beasts since childhood, is obviously not a easy-to-deal character. To be honest, he completely continues the perverted tradition of the Santers family, and his cruelty and wisdom are even more extreme.

Such a character was easily pushed to him, and he also led his army here to wipe out his forces. Was his head flooded at that time? He even happily received the order.

A conspiracy is a total conspiracy.

Mom, if I win, the greatest benefit will be to rule the Marshal Leot. If I unfortunately return to Leot's last defeat, then my fate will never fart like the ninth-level strongman Leot, and I will be just told. Sauron XIV will definitely cut off his head and hang it on the wall of the capital, and the life of the commander of the Flying Eagle Legion is over.

Fuck, Leoth, I curse you and let your son defeat you. This ending will definitely be light. Your vicious heart will never have any good endings. If I go back, I will never let you have a good life.

Marquis Hilton, who was clenching his fists and wearing gorgeous military uniforms, kept cursing Leott, was also turning his mind about the next plan.

Among the army that came this time, his own Flying Eagle Legion accounted for more than half, and all the 100,000 people were taken out. Leott's selfish ghost actually compressed 50,000 people to himself with the title of marshal, and he was not an elite, mostly just some engineering soldiers.

It seems that the old guy should have known that this expedition will not go smoothly, so he let himself take advantage of this muddy water.

Damn, it's such a cunning old fox.

With a cold face, Hilton turned to the commander beside him, and said coldly: "The command is left to leave two brigades to cremate the soldiers who died in battle on the spot, and the rest of the army accelerated to surround the city ahead."

Although his face was cold and calm, Hilton, who said these words at this moment, ignited a huge fire in his heart, almost burning his body.

Under the military order, I could only watch as a gun by Leote, that bastard, this time. In order to go back alive to revenge the old bastard, I had to use all my strength to fight this battle. No matter how much the price I paid, I would have to destroy Leote's disobedient son. Otherwise, I would never have the chance to see my family again.

With the determination to kill Ye Piao, Hilton, under the protection of the direct master beside him, rode the horse quickly and galloped forward with the moving army.

Without ordering a strong attack immediately, Hilton chose the most prudent approach, although the anger in his chest was enough to burn the entire New City.

First, the army surrounded the new city and was unable to penetrate the mosquitoes. Later, Hilton ordered the army to build a camp to defend the enemy's breakout at any time in the city.

After a whole day of turmoil, the army led by Hilton completed the order issued by the commander, connected the built camp in a line, and could not insert the needles in the new city.

Despite the busy smoke and dust outside the city, there was no movement in the new city.

If it weren't for the city guards standing on the city wall, Hilton even doubted whether all the people in the city had run away.

In the evening, it's fucking evening.

After the army completed a series of orders, Hilton finally decided to test the defense power of the new city at the suggestion of the general.

The horn of the assembly sounded, and Hilton went out to fight when the soldiers had only rush to eat a bite of dry food.

I didn't choose to attack the city directly, and even if I wanted to attack the city, it was not allowed in time.

The evening sun has begun to gradually fade, and will disappear completely after about a glorious moment.

Now, Hilton can only do one thing that the two armies on the mainland will do before the official battle.

The letter of war was given, and the generals were sent to fight alone in front of the formation.

The rules passed down for thousands of years have kept the mainland still retaining such a tradition that is not known to be good or bad.

If the challenger wins, or the challenger dares not respond, the overall morale of the other party will be seriously affected, which will be extremely unfavorable to the subsequent battle.

Therefore, those warriors with strong military power on the mainland will become popular among many countries for competition, and as the final level of the ninth-level powerhouses, they can gain almost the same status as the king in every country.

With a cold smile, Hilton didn't believe that the boy from the Santers family dared to come out and accept the challenge.

As the head coach, he takes risks alone. If he is not careful, he will be in danger of falling, just like the other two final-level powerful men in the Santers family who have fallen.

Standing under the heavy protection of the military formation, Hilton looked at the elite subordinates in his hands, and a little comfort rose in his heart.

If it weren't for the strength of Leoth's ninth-level strongman, the whole country could not find an opponent that could match him. How could the strong men of the Tiger Legion steadily suppress their Flying Eagle Legion?

Without Leot, his own Flying Eagle Legion is the strongest legion in the Kingdom of Sauron.

Looking at the tall wall surrounded by a moat in front of him, Hilton shouted coldly with deep curiosity: "Who will go and make military achievements for me?"

Hilton's voice had just landed, and a shout came from the riding formation beside him.

"Marquis, please go to Merol!"

Nodding, Hilton said lightly: "I hope the general can kill the enemy's head and make military achievements first!"

Holding the knight's spear in his hand, Merol rushes forward and shouts: "Last general, take the order!"

Carrying a spear and rushing straight to the new city's arrow, Mellor shouted coldly towards the top of the city: "The left-wing vanguard of the Sauron Flying Eagle Legion, Mellor Azes, come to challenge. Who in the city dares to compete with me? If you don't dare, open the city and surrender quickly."

He shouted loudly twice in a row. He thought the other party would not dare to respond, but was about to retreat, Mellor suddenly heard a harsh friction sound from the huge rock gate of the new city.

Under the setting sun, a war horse slowly ran out of the crack exposed by the giant gate.

Along the stone steps that were almost at a forty-five degrees, a cold swordsman wearing silver light armor and covered in silver wire slowly stepped down with his war horse.
Chapter completed!