Time may be the most ineffective thing in this world. In a blink of an eye, it is the seventh day after Agudi passed away.

On this day, the light of the morning light pierced through the clouds in a short time when it was rising, and then it was covered by the rolling dark clouds all over the sky.

On this day, the northwest wind whistled, and everywhere we passed, there were sobbing and screaming, and the biting coldness brought about by blowing all things and plants withered and yellow, as if telling what late autumn has arrived and cold winter is coming.

However, even such bad weather still cannot stop humans from killing each other.

The war comes as scheduled!

After seven days of fierce battle, the Gu Mongolian Legion was very tired, but the original members of the slave hunting group were actually even more miserable!

Their charge was to consume the strength of the ancient Mongolian warriors with their lives. They did not dare to retreat without leaving dozens or hundreds of corpses every time.

The full seven days of consumption have made this legion that has been "matched" together almost collapse. They can't see hope for life, but just charge mechanically. The big man above is just using their original tools and will not feel any "mercy".

Even in this last battle, they were still pushed to take the lead, thousands of people were fed with some kind of irritating potion, and when they charged again, they had lost their minds, like wild animals.

They have no formation and no cooperation. They just instinctively rush forward. Even if they are shot by arrows, as long as they are not killed immediately, they will still drag their bodies forward.

They seemed to be holding weapons and shields and wearing armor, but they really didn't know how to use them. They even forgot to use ladders and siege hammers, but climbed up along the bumps of the city wall.

It has to be said that the slave-catching people who can survive to this day actually have great strength. Such a fighting method that is like awakening the instinct of wild beasts actually caught the Gu Meng Legion off guard.

In this direction, about two thousand ancient Mongolian Legion failed to suppress these "wild beasts" as soon as possible, and as time went by, the melee situation on the entire city wall seemed to be getting more and more intense.

In the center of the camp, the group of elves spell casters seemed to have noticed something was wrong. The magic patterns lit up again in the mage tower, and the elements gathered and combined to form spells, and continued to descend.

Because the city walls have become a melee, those elves casters do not dare to use large-scale lethal spells, and can only choose some amplification or defensive spells as much as possible, and the effect will be achieved.

However, after several rounds of spells, some elves seemed to have reacted. They began to use some magical awakening spells, and actually awakened some of the slave-catching people from the madness.

As long as people are awake, they will be afraid, and they will retreat when they know they are afraid, and their retreat will also reduce local pressure.

But this is too late after all!

The battlefield commander of the Gu Meng Legion, Lao Jack, hesitated for a moment, made arrangements. Five hundred Gu Meng soldiers rushed towards the place in the adjacent two directions.

They came to support, but they were only halfway through, and a sharp whistle was exploding in the sky with fireworks.

It was a warning sent by the scouts of the Justice Assassin Group outside the city wall, which symbolized the enemy's way in these two directions.

As expected, not long after, two legions led to the departing from all directions.

In one direction, there are cavalry, but the mount is not the common six-legged wildebeest, but a huge wolf.

The knights they carried were generally not tall, but they all looked fierce and were shaking three flails in their hands.

Their speed is very fast, really fast. The wolf is running lightly and agile. The knight also makes one wolf howl one after another. The sounds overlap, creating a posture of thousands of troops pushing everything.

Such a recognizable legion is rare even in the entire northern region. Amon recognized it at first sight on the tower - this is the Green Wolf Knights, now affiliated with the City of Revenge and one of the new legions.

Of course, Amon is actually more familiar with its predecessor, one of the ten thieves in the wilderness, the Hungry Wolf Group.

Their way of siege is also very special. After getting close to a certain distance, powerful soldiers stood out, stood up from their mounts, accumulating their strength, and shook out the javelin in their hands under the rain of arrows from Gu Meng.

It was strange that their javelins were not dealing with the ancient Mongolian warriors on the city wall, but smashed them against the city wall. The javelins pierced directly into the city wall, and stopped nearly half of the stones.

And those wolves could actually jump on these javelins lightly, climbing up the wall like an elves, and fighting with the Gu Mongolian Legion.

On the other side of the battlefield, the latest legion is not as high-profile as the Green Wolf Knights, but they have brought their stability to the extreme.

By category, this should be a heavy armored infantry, all with steel plate armor, spear in the right hand and shield in the left hand, which looks just like a normal person, as if there is no special thing.

But their queues are too neat, and stepping forward is like a united person. Every step, every step, every step, every step, every step, every step, every step, every step, every step, every step, the distance is as accurate as a ruler, and the pressure brought by this is like a tide.

Their siege tools are also normal, such as ladders, hook claws, and siege hammers, but ordinary does not mean bad. Common use is the real training.

There is no doubt that this is a truly well-trained legion, and it is not something that can be sophisticated by time, but it is possible to reach such a level with strict and almost harsh military regulations.

Of course, it seems a bit alien to a group of spellcasters in red robes in this legion, but no one can deny the role of these spellcasters in combination with the legion.

Not to mention the rest, the super-large deflection position just stood up early, deflecting the arrows shot by the ancient Mongolian Legion, almost unharmed.

Not to mention that there is a red-robed saint standing in the void in the center of the military formation. He just stood there and did not take action, but he had the style of a peerless strong man that people could not ignore.

This person is the saint of red robe, Rui Geng Mian.

He was the first legend to appear, but he was definitely not the most coquettish one. At this time, the last vacant outside the elf camp was shining with a flashing light falling from the sky.

In the light, the black-robed lich appeared on the 100-meter-long bone dragon. He looked at the elf camp below. To be precise, it was the mage tower. In the black hole-like dry bone pupils, the red soul fire was almost burning out.

Behind him, countless undead legions were walked out of the light of the teleportation array, with the Legion of Bones leading the Legion of Skeleton Swordsmen in the middle, the zombie legion guarding, and behind them were skeleton archers and skeleton spellcasters preparing.

There are even ghosts and ghosts floating around, roaring as if they choose people to eat. There are a large number of gargoyles circling in the sky.

When the light of the teleportation array was closed, this huge undead legion was left. Well, no matter which world, the lich was standing at the top of the spellcaster.

The Lich who lived for a long time, even if it was again, would accumulate the next legion of the undead for itself.

For them, one person is a legion.

Until this moment, in the initial direction, the original slave-captured people finally began to collapse, but they were unable to escape from the battlefield.

They are all dead!

They either died at the hands of the Gu Meng Legion or behind them, the latest charge-in-charge legion.

That legion did not have the speed and agility of the Green Wolf Knights, nor did it lack the steel discipline of the War Legion, but their equipment was the best.

The seemingly thin and silver-white armor is obviously high-quality. You can see the light of the magic pattern in every joint and main position. The center of the armor, the chest, and the magic crystal core constantly flashes.

Not to mention, this fully armed magic-patterned armor alone will consume several astronomical wealth and resources, and there must be enough craftsmen and alchemists to build it.

And if there is such a trick in the entire northern region, there will be no second city except for Gongde, the city of craftsmanship.

Even if it is neither Kelma City nor Aldian City, Aldian City may have enough alchemists, but they cannot find so many masters of craftsmen. And Kelma City, a group of blacksmiths who have learned half-baked elves, are really far from masters of craftsmen.

Over this legion, Eduardo of Thunder Blades showed off his legendary majesty without any scruples. He didn't say much, but his momentum was already colliding with another legend in the elf camp, the sword saint Atanasius.

Well, the attack of the slave hunting group is really just a greeting. Now, when the group of strong men and legions are exposed, and when the camp is surrounded in all directions, it has already indicated the determination of the group of people.

They not only want to swallow everything about the Silver Moon Elf.

They even didn't want the Eight Thousand Eternal Mongolian Legion to leave. The King of Hakas had already brought enough intimidation to the North. Since he was dead, the city of Kelma should decline.

The war reached its climax at this moment.

The sword saint Atanasius finally couldn't help but take action. The Star Sword seemed to light up the stars in the sky. When it fell, it would penetrate many people's chests, but the speed of the Thunder Blade was fast enough. When the two speed legends were entangled in the sky, the screaming sound had already overwhelmed the north wind.

The Elf Mage Tower finally began to completely "express its power". Various magic patterns kept flashing and combining, forming flames, frost, and thunder and winds pouring downwards from all directions.

The elves seemed to finally feel the approaching crisis, no longer being stingy with the scarce water of elements.

However, the caster group headed by the Red Robe Saint also showed their true skills, either intercepting, blessing, or bombing, or increasing the amplitude. Although it was a bit reluctant, it could also be considered to contain the rampage of the mage tower and did not cause them to cause large-scale damage.

With the full siege of the four-way legion, the Gu Mongolian Legion, which had only 8,000 people, could no longer hold on. After resisting for about a quarter of an hour, Old Jack finally sounded the horn of retreat in person.

Therefore, the ancient and Mongolian Legion had to give up the battle for the city wall, retreated to the elf camp while fighting, and built a second line of defense around the elf mage tower.

The four-way legion finally invaded the elf camp. They cleared everything in the camp and surrounded the elf mage tower heavily.

Until then, there was another loud noise in the sky, and the falling stars and the spreading thunder separated after a collision. The Sword Saint fell on the Elf Mage Tower again.

The Thunder Blade landed beside the other two legends. The three of them looked at each other and laughed with satisfaction. The Lich Victor's crown prince made an unheard strange laugh.

"So, this is the legendary ancient Mongolian Legion, which never retreats, and that's all!"

Inside the mage tower, Amon finally smiled. Now, the request to you has been completed, and it is time to move on to the next step.
Chapter completed!