The Cormanso Forest in early January is bleak and cold. All birds and beasts have disappeared, and the grass has long withered, and the trees have only bare branches left. On the simple forest road, scattered snow and rotten leaves are mixed together, and they are trampled into a dirty way. Under the lush sky covered with gray clouds, a tired army is rushing in the forest.

Several weak and hung flag bearers walked in front with the six-pointed flags of the Naserel Empire. Next, someone followed behind with two different legion flags. []

Although they were wearing two different legion flags, the size of the entire army was only about 8,000, which was equivalent to half a legion. It was basically pure infantry carrying marching bags, with basically no heavy artillery or iron golems, and not even heavy vehicles. About 70% of the soldiers were gray dwarves carrying battle axes, and the other 30% were humans and half-elves using muskets. Due to their great differences in height and pace, they were mixed together unreasonably. These soldiers of different races always had bumps and bumps when marching, pushing and yelling, making the order always messy.

The supreme commander in charge of commanding the reinforcement, General Vladimir Quelsa, the former commander of the 12th Legion, sat in a rice-heavy carriage with wheat straw and animal skins, frowned and looked at the snowy sky and the tired soldiers who were struggling along the way.

Although this path to Yin Shadow Valley is the shortest shortcut, there are few pedestrians. The lan has been abandoned for a long time, with weeds everywhere, rocky and rugged, and dry and clear seasons that are hard to walk. After a light snow, the muddy force is even more important.

Because the ground was too slippery and not proficient in riding, General Vladimir Quelsa accidentally fell from the horse's back a few hours ago and injured a tui. The pain made him unable to stand up. Therefore, he had to ride the same bumpy and odorous sensation of the squirrel carriage.

"...Oh, it's so damn. It's much more bumpy than the rickshaw I pulled in over. I have to worry about biting my tongue when I speak!" he thought so.

To be honest, if he had a choice, he would rather walk the wide and flat Yuehai Highway, even if he had a longer walk, it wouldn't matter.

But the problem is that General Vladimir Quelsa had no choice but to go from Queen Hinbu's defeat in Santilburg. The bad news that the Second Legion was almost destroyed was only one day. Traces of the Tukan Khanate vanguard rangers appeared on the Yuehai Highway, and corpses were also found on the roadside. If he did not want the eight thousand light infantrymen around him who had only muskets and cold weapons to collide with more than 300,000 Tukan cavalry on the road without fortifications and terrain to rely on, he could only leave the Yuehai Highway and walk this bumpy and difficult semi-desolate path.

Because the road is really difficult to walk and the climate is cold and humid, it is clearly the New Year season, but I can't eat hot meals for several days. Coupled with the fear of hundreds of thousands of Tukan troops, the morale of this small army is extremely low, and almost everyone is full of silence.

However, General Vladimir Quelsa did not take any measures to do this, did not promise the soldiers good wine and bounty, nor did he punish them with whips and military sticks. Instead, he just hid alone in the carriage, rubbing a wound and staring silently.

The reason why he chose to be a turtle like this is actually very simple: he doesn't know how to do it!

In fact, although Vladimir Quelsa is an army general at this moment, he has never put on military uniforms only half a year ago.

The commander of the former "Phantom" of the 12th Legion, originally from a nomad of the Beidai barbarians on the grassland near the new imperial capital. It is said that Si, who was also a romantic and passionate chief, had a son and half of his blood and two wolf ears on his head. He came from a werewolf girl from the Ice Wind Valley and died unfortunately early. When he received a small gift from his father, he relied on herding sheep on the grassland to make a living.

But in this new era, self-employed people like him could not compete for the capitalist's ranch, and the influence of war and plague, after he took over the family business, he was soon squeezed out of bankruptcy by tying taxes and loan interest. So Vladimir Quelsa had no choice but to bid farewell to the flocks and grasslands, and carried his luggage to the industrialized cities in the north to look for jobs.

In the next few years, relying on his good muscles he had trained on the grassland, the half-werewolf Vladimir Quelsa wandered in one strange city after another, carried bags for construction sites, pulled rickshaws at the passenger ship dock, and even worked as a luo model at the Academy of Fine Arts. During his time as a luo model at the National Academy of Fine Arts at the Gate of Bode, he inexplicably soaked a bold girl who loved body art. Although the child born by the avant-garde artist bride later did not seem to be very similar to Vladimir Quelsa. Not only did he not represent werewolf blood and fluffy tail, but he grew a pair of elves' micro-tip ears, but Vladimir Quelsa thought he could not demand too much. Who said that girl's mother was the "Shangjin" Bishop of the Woking Church in Bodegate?

So, by holding his wife's belt tightly, Vladimir Quelsa finally climbed up from the bottom of society. After handing over the "public food" at home that was enough to make normal people feel sore and back pain every day, Vladimir Quelsa, who was as strong as a wolf, still had enough enthusiasm and energy to devote himself to his favorite career. With the recommendation of the Bodemen Woking Church, he took office as the captain of the Bodemen City Guard after marriage, and immediately dismissed all the guards who had been owed for many years and only knew how to make trouble, and then recruited new people from the countryside to start a new job.

Due to the financial difficulties of the government and the government was always unable to pay their salaries, Vladimir Quelsa was self-reliant, turning the security team into a construction team, and getting many construction contracts through the powerful mother-in-law. He himself was a very excellent contractor. Soon, the Bald Gate City Guard turned losses into profits under the leadership of Captain Vladimir Quelsa and became one of the political achievements widely promoted by the Woking Church.

Next, Vladimir Quelsa, who thought he had reached the peak of his life, was surprised to receive an unprecedented gift to take advantage of the opportunity of the Empire's division. The Woking Church successfully seized control of the 12th "Phantom" Legion through a series of shameful means, but it was difficult for a while to find reliable military talents in the church to take over the legion that had just been obtained.

So, with the strong support of his mother-in-law, Vladimir Quelsa, who had never served in the military, relied on his "achievements" of turning the Bald Gate City Guard into a coolie and a construction team to the 12th "Phantom" Legion. And through some political transactions, he was overjoyed and soared into the sky, skipping the n classes that ordinary soldiers need to fight for their whole lives, and directly took up the rank of Army General!

During the tenure of the commander of the Phantom Legion, General Vladimir Quelsa had "excellent achievements" and brought a group of brothers collected from all over the world to transform the legion's garage into a transfer station and a warehouse, monopolized the contracting of transportation, construction, warehousing and other industries. Soon, the Phantom Legion changed from a "gold-swalking beast" that consumed huge military expenses every year to a "production-type legion" that could "make blood by itself" from top to bottom, of course, there was no need for the Woking Church to pay for "transfusion"... thus winning unanimous praise from the stingy bankers of the church.

The commander also made a lot of profits from it, so he had to keep six loves in the city and the countryside in one go, taking turns to spend the night every week, and gave birth to many children and daughters with furry wolf ears......

However, his good luck seemed to be exhausted here~

After serving in peace for nearly two years, the commander of Vladimir Quelsa and his "production-type legion" were ordered to follow Goddess Elastra to the imperial capital. They thought it was just a peaceful deterrent operation with heavy thunder and little rain, but they encountered the old madman Samust, who almost didn't get to pieces in the catastrophe of the floating city!

After finally escaping from the catastrophe, General Vladimir Quelsa had to bow humiliatedly to the damn "Karatu Conqueror". This silver-haired sissy first picked out most of his veterans who had some combat experience, and then threw back the remaining rookies who only knew how to build walls, pull carts, do small business and carry big bags, as if they were treating the lemon residue that had squeezed the juice.

At the same time, it was also a very arduous task to him as the advance team of the entire army. During the snowy New Year season, he rushed to Yin Shadow Valley, took over the fortifications left by the Ninth Legion, and resisted the surging army of millions of Tukan nomads!!!

Alas, if I had known that it would have fallen to this level, I would have continued to be my construction team contractor at Baldur Gate...

I heard that none of the Mither energy nuclear power units in that city seemed to have exploded? Well, it's a pity! However, other cities in the North should be somewhat destroyed in this catastrophe, and there will definitely be a lot of orders for reconstruction projects. And my mother-in-law, who is more sensitive than a cat and more greedy than a dragon, will definitely try her best to get them all down and cut off 30% of the money as a subcontracting fee...

When he thought of these entangled problems, he felt an incomparable headache, his eyes bloated and there seemed to be thunder roaring in his ears. The fallen tui was getting more and more painful. It was originally possible to solve the problem with just one treatment technique, but because there were too many injuries during the march these days, the priest of the army used up all the magical techniques prepared today, and there were not many bottles of healing potions left in the entire army, so General Vladimir Quelsa could only endure the pain for the time being.

Although less than an hour ago, the commander had just poured two large glasses of ale, a large glass of wine and a small glass of soju, it was far from enough for him. So he took the water bag from his waist, opened it and drank a deep sip... The gods were on the way, and the bag of wine found in the cellar of the farmhouse was as dark as a mud, but it was turbid and turbid. In order to treat the pain, he could not live without this thing.

Looking back at the pile of wheat straw beside him, another "former" legion commander who was lying with him, the commander of the third "Bone" legion, the legendary old dwarf "Bone Master" who has been the commander of the legion for four hundred years.

Because the age is too old, no one knows the original name of the old dwarf, and most people only remember the nickname "Bone Master".

According to folk legends, this "Bone Master" seems to be a very unworthy legendary hero. He once led a group of gray dwarf slaves who called themselves "Mind Catchers" to fight against the cruel rule of the octopus-headed monsters, and vowed to kill all these evil things that are food for the brain of wisdom. After leading his troops to join the Naserel Empire and being awarded the position of life commander of the legion, he did not change his original intention.

During his long war career, "Bone Master" once destroyed several weak spiritual sucking monster cities, but he also failed many times in the attacks of spiritual sucking monsters. Hundreds of subordinates were lifted off their skulls and sucked their brains...... Until he was inspired by the legend of the legend of the medieval legendary gay "Brother Chun", targeting the spiritual sacrificial talent of spiritual sucking monsters, with the assistance of several great arcane artists of the Neseril Empire, he invented an alchemy prop called "Psychic Chaos Scroll" and promoted it to the entire Third Legion composed of gray dwarves, and finally gained an overwhelming strategic advantage.

A so-called "psychic chaos scroll" is a magical product that causes the psychic energy to run into disorder and disorder. It can be thrown on the psychic user, or used to protect yourself from unreliable psychic energy. Within the effect range of this scroll, the psychic user feels like a magician entering the chaotic magic area and no one knows what the spell he throws out will become.

What's even more terrifying is that the magician at least speaks with his mouth, while the spirit-sucking monsters have to use their spiritual energy to talk with them, and use their spiritual energy to give orders to servants and golems. Once the spiritual energy breaks out in chaos, the spirit-sucking monsters will not even understand what they say. Therefore, under the attack of this deadly weapon, many spirit-sucking monsters were inexplicably ordered by their servants to cut off their heads, or explode and die in the battle, and were killed by the city master brain and compatriots for no reason. In addition, as a gay gray dwarf, the "Mind Catcher", had the ability to rebound the soul-sucking attack and had strong support like the serreer Empire, so naturally, they wiped out the spirit-sucking monsters from then on and repeatedly won, burning one spirit-sucking monster nest cave after another.

After basically exterminated the spirit-sucking monsters in the empire, the Third Legion's "Bone" became a little lazy, and the crimes in the two mainland wars were also unsatisfactory. It was just that due to the qualifications and reputation of "Bone Master", no one dared to break him.

But the old dwarf was lying on the pile of wheat straws in the rice-heavy carriage. He grabbed a pickled greenfish that had been gnawed, and slept with a bucket of inferior soy wine he got from somewhere. His beard and clothes were covered with wine stains, and his body was filled with heavy wine smell that was comparable to a poisonous gas bomb. It seemed to be soaked in the lees for a century. But this might be good. Although the smell of wine was bad, it was much stronger than being covered with some white and viscous liquid all over his body, emitting a disgusting smell like chestnuts...

In this catastrophe, the old dwarf "Bone Master" was safe and sound, but none of his closest friends survived.

So the lonely "Bone Master" who felt deeply lonely has become lost and out of here, ignoring military affairs. He only knows how to get drunk all day and then mutters to everyone: "Oh, my love! Where are you? Who will soothe my soul?"

Damn I don’t even know where my own way out is, so what time do I have to worry about your troubles?

Admiral Vladimir Quelsa shook his head, looked away from the old dwarf, and focused his attention on completing the task.

According to the document conveyed, the Ninth Legion of Kyulu built a very strong permanent camp in Yin Shadow Valley, and left him some local militias. As long as the enemy was not snatched in advance, their 8,000-man advance team had the strength to hold on there for a long time after meeting the yin Shadow Valley militia. However, according to what General Vladimir Quelsa saw in the city of Tivanton, the dark-skinned Ms. Kyulu pulled away a total of 80,000 people from Yin Shadow Valley this time. God knows what else can be left for him...

And the cold and humid weather in Yin is really hard to bear. He wished he could immediately fall hail and heavy snow, accompanied by the whistling wind and the thunderous momentum, smashing the damn forest and the Tukan barbarians together...

Suddenly, General Vladimir Quelsa's thoughts came to an abrupt end, because a few screams came from the pine forests ahead.

However, before he could pull out the revolver that he had not used for a long time and pressed into the yellow orange bullet, he clearly heard a series of brisk footsteps, as well as the tremolo of the javelin breaking through the air and the bowstring's force, which rang out from behind the bushes beside him!

Only,..., the enemy attacked!"

He shouted at the top of his throat, shot several times in the direction where the sound came, and knocked down several shadows, but it was too late.

In an instant, countless arrows and javelins with green feathers suddenly emerged from the dark jungle, falling in beautiful arcs like heavy rain, and shot hard at the advance team that was pulled into a long line of on the road, splashing countless bright blood. The well-hidden muskets and shotguns also spewed out the fireworks of the God of Death in the bunkers on both sides of the road, bringing out blood mist in the queue.

In an instant, the eight thousand advance team, which had rashly plunged into the ambush position, paid the most painful price for their carelessness, and became the eight thousand lambs slaughtered. The rapid sound of gunfire and heart-wrenching screams resounded throughout the forest for a long time until they were dying by the rain of bullets and arrows and javelins, only to see hundreds of elves wrapped in tree bark and covered in oil paint, jumped up from the treetops, grabbed the pre-tied rope, swarmed, shouted, dàng from the air, and started the last white-blade battle.

Faced with such a sudden and overwhelming attack, the eight thousand advance team, which was already low in morale and lacked fighting spirit, quickly collapsed and fled. As for the two "former" legion commanders sitting in the carriage, they were shot into the throat by poisoned arrows at the first time.

After a little concealed the elves, the elves soldiers who had won a lot of battles, after slaughtering for a while, packed up the food, vehicles, cannons, horses and gunpowder, and then quickly disappeared into the rolling forest. Only thousands of officers and soldiers of the Nair Empire were left here, waiting for birds and beasts to eat, and finally slowly decay.
Chapter completed!