As the night in the east gradually fades away, the gorgeous morning glow appears in the sky, and the auspicious roar drifting on the sea of ​​shadows ushers in a new day.

Marshal Ferry Taylor, wearing a coat, stood on the top deck of the Xiangrui Bridge, looking at the sunrise scene of the shadow sea.

The magnificent imperial capital, the erotic and drunk thunder cliff, and the standing stone plain where thousands of troops gathered, were all thrown far behind the horizontal line by warships. From here, holding the railings and looking around, there was a vast and deserted water surface, and the shore was filled with a quiet and desolate wilderness.

The bright and brilliant wilderness rising slowly from the horizon in the east, crossing the obsidian cliffs that twisted like teeth in the Saburi Mountains, casting light and heat on the world's largest artificial lake, allowing everyone to fully feel its warmth.

Between the clear and cold waves of the sea of ​​shadows, there are swims of fish swimming, and sparkling bo light: the cool breeze with moist water vapor occasionally blows across the vast water surface of thousands of miles, making the reeds in the lake beach and the palm leaves on the shore rust together: the joyful singing of all kinds of birds returns between the thriving green plants and trees on the lakeside, making people feel extremely comfortable.

However, as long as you look a little further and cross the treetops of the palm forest by the lake, you will be extremely surprised to find that only a few feet away from this vibrant lake mountain, there is a deserted, decadent and lifeless world.

Just one arrow from the palm forest on the lakeside, there is a cruel world composed of fire and sand.

When the sun rises from the horizon on that side, it is not the lush green fields, but the lifeless Gobi desert. In the view, there are only scattered gravels, and there is no green forest.

The wail of the sandstorm replaced the singing of birds, and was constantly washed away by drought-tolerant plants that were tenaciously rooted in this barren land. The hot desert winds as anxious as magma can easily send thirsty travelers to their graves.

The bright sunshine of the same cake is roasted on a dry ground without any vegetation, roasting the gravel on the surface hot. The steaming heat makes the scenery blurry and twisting, and it is erratic. The sand dunes and barren mountains in the distance are rising and falling like bo waves, giving people the feeling of being hypnosis.

In fact, this cruel scene of thirst purgatory is the true face of this land.

The new imperial capital of the Second Empire of Ireal, Neserel, is located in the core inland area of ​​the Feren continent, and is a vast wilderness called the Ahnorach Plain. The entire plain is centered on the imperial capital and extends in all directions, just about to divide the entire northern part of Feren into two parts east and west. Therefore, it has been an important transportation hub channel in all directions since ancient times.

Before the restoration of the Second Empire, it was once a barren desert with only stones and gravel. Between the endless Gobi sand dunes, there were scattered oasis and ruins of ancient cities. It was called the "Great Desert" or "The Great Sand Sea" (thegreatsandsea) (thegreatsandsea) (thegreatsandsea) (thegreatsandsea) (thegreatsandsea) (thegreatsandsandsea) (thegreatsandsandsea) (thegreatsandsandsea) (thegreatsandsandsea) (thegreatsandsandsandsea) (thegreatsandsandsands.

)”. The First Empire of Nasèrel in ancient times was swallowed by this ever-expanding desert under the thousands of acres of yellow sand. Then, as the desert continued to form, it further eroded many famous kingdoms around it, causing more catastrophes of civilization destruction.

This wasteland desert that buried countless splendid ancient civilizations is so barren and thirsty, so lifeless that even the monsters cannot survive in its hinterland. Only the most tenacious nomads and sand thieves can barely survive here.

After the revival of the Second Empire of Nesèrel, in order to restore the territory of this ancient empire into a vibrant green field, the relevant authorities used various mysterious large-scale arcane techniques, melted ice 11, dug deep wells, and carried out large-scale greening transformation of the Enoak Desert. It lasted for two hundred years, and invested countless manpower and material resources, and its determination and perseverance were even more irresponsible.

But even though the great arcanes used countless powerful magic and even forced the water element plane to create a lake (Sea of ​​Shadow) that stretched for thousands of square miles on this extremely barren land, the final greening effect was only unsatisfactory on the entire Enoak Plain. About half of the land was restored to dry grassland pastures, and less than 15 land was restored to barren farmland with low yields. Only in the valleys near the imperial capital can you see fertile fields and small patches of dense forests.

The remaining half of the land still stubbornly maintains the old appearance of the Gobi Desert, and is still a world of death composed of fire and sand.

At this moment, on this dividing line that separates the desert and the green fields, the north and the south of the Nairer Empire's civil war started a new round of confrontation here after the imperial capital and the change of ownership.

Digrio, commander-in-chief of the Southern Army and King of Cormier, brought the remaining 15,000 Cormier troops, and after giving up the imperial capital without resisting, he turned south and moved here, and joined several groups of Tukan Khanate reinforcements who came north to aid, bringing the total force to more than 30,000.

Judging from various signs, the King Cormier, who usurped the throne, seemed unwilling to declare failure, and was still peering at the movements of the imperial capital in an unyielding manner, trying to find something to take advantage of.

The Southern Army's rogue practice, which obviously lost but still had to be entangled, naturally made the proud Northern Army feel disgusted as if it had been worn out by someone with a piece of dog skin plaster. However, because everyone is busy distributing the fruits of victory, they really have no time to deal with these insignificant losers. Moreover, some legal procedures for this round of regime handover have not been completed, and in a short time, they cannot send troops to attack them in the name of the central government.

Therefore, Ms. Elaszhuo, who had not yet taken over the CEO's scepter, had to pinch her nose and temporarily tolerate these clowns and wait for the list to settle the total accounts in the future.

But in order to prevent these guys from causing any big trouble during her inauguration and causing trouble for her current ruling career, Elastra sent Ferry Taylor and his giant bear army to march south, warning the remnants of the Southern Army not to speak or move randomly.

Overall, this deterrent operation was carried out quite smoothly.

The towering figures of the two giant ships Yixiangrui and Silver Hunter just appeared in the sight of these defeated generals, the coalition forces of the 30,000 Cormiers and Tukans dispersed in a mess, gave up the comfortable lakeside camp, dragged the plunge back to the middle of the sand dunes more than two miles away, and surrounded a small oasis with springs gushing out, setting up the camp again, confronting the giant bear army that landed in the future.

Although these remnants and defeated generals did not have the fighting spirit to resist, they also had no intention of continuing to retreat.

Feili was unwilling to compete with Ms. Elaszhuo, who was about to become CEO, and sent troops to defeat these "demonstration sacrifices" that had been booked by her.
Chapter completed!