The northern defense line of the Seloken Kingdom, the snow-capped territory, and the Thunder Light Fortress are the last stronghold on the second defense line. The kingdom has been here for three years.

Other strongholds on the second line of defense have fallen one after another, but only the Piaoxue Leader has persisted until now, but it has also paid a huge price. The Kingdom's Pioneer Army has been destroyed. The Second Legion has completely destroyed. The world-renowned Seloken Beast Blood Warrior is about to wither. It can be said that the national strength of the Seloken Kingdom has been regressed for at least a hundred years.

But they had no choice but to retreat, because behind them was the capital of Gangling, the capital of the Kingdom of Seloken, which was the last hope and fire of the Kingdom. As a country of mountains, the people of the Kingdom were unwilling to leave the land that had raised them for thousands of years.

Just like the world evaluates them...Everyone of the Selokens is a hard bone. No matter men, women, young and old, as long as their teeth are still there, they dare to bite the enemy's throat and drink their blood.

"The great Seloken people will never retreat!"

On the platform, Marshal Tongze, the leader of the beast blood army with a hideous armor, raised his arms and shouted. His expression was as ferocious as his armor. His scarred face was stained with beast blood, and he was filled with a twisted fanaticism.

This is the rule of the Beast Blood Legion. Whenever you go to war, you must drink enemy blood and dye your face red with blood. It represents their glory.

They were the last shield of the kingdom. Needless to say, every beast blood warrior present today understood their situation. Even if they were less than 3,000 people left, even if their supplies had been cut off for three days, and even if they had eaten their last bite of food today, they dared to launch the final charge.

"Hohahahahahahahaha, kill that damn bug, I'm going to crush their bones!"

"Kill, kill, for the sake of seluken, for the Piaoxue Leader, for the Beast Blood Legion!"

"For the capital! For the family."

"For those beautiful ladies!"

Even though Marshal Tongze just stood on the platform and said something, the more than 2,000 people below were also jealous.

"Then take up the weapons in your hands and use your knife to kill those damn miscellaneous pieces. Whether we still exist in the future or not, the glory of the Beast Blood Legion will last forever."

Marshal Tongze raised his arms again, and the atmosphere in the field was already fanatical. The beast blood warriors who could survive until now were all the elites. Even though they knew that they would die in a battle today, they were fearless.

"The Beast Blood Legion... must drink enemy blood!" Marshal Tongze roared.

"Roar!"

More than two thousand legion soldiers echoed, and their roars shook the sky.

At this moment, the nobles sent from the rear of the kingdom came over on horseback and shouted: "Stop, Tongze, you madman, do you know what you are doing? The king has already given an order to keep you here. The Holy City has found a way to deal with those insects. At this time, no matter how the Piaoxue Collar cannot be thrown away."

The nobleman spoke harshly and was sweating even more. After hearing the news, he rushed over from the Thunder Fortress, his heart beating to his throat.

"Come on, Grent, you are a nobleman and you won't understand how eager we soldiers are to fight. You don't understand such things." Tongze said.

Grent's face was a little distorted and he roared angryly: "Damn, I am a Lord noble, not a inherited noble, I am also a member of the Pioneer Army."

"So where is the Pioneer Army now?" Tongze said calmly.

Grent wanted to curse, but when he heard this, his body stiffened. At this time, the people from the Beast Blood Legion had already taken action, and no one went to see the person who was trapped in memories.

After a while, Grent took a deep breath, and said with red eyes: "Tongze, you don't know anything."

Marshal Tongze had already ridden the wildebeest. The horse was very tall, wearing armor like him, exuding a ferocious and fierce look. He kept sniffing and squirting out a stream of heat.

"Yeah, I don't understand, but I will at least die with my brothers and you survive."

After saying that, he pulled the reins, the wild horse stood up and neighed, and the whole team rushed out like a sharp arrow.

More than two thousand war horses, more than two thousand beast blood army soldiers, a kind of momentum of moving forward, and a determination to tear everything apart. The Piaoxue Collar and even the last defensive force of the entire second defense line rushed out desperately.

The dust was everywhere, and the sound of horse hooves like thunder was trampling on people's hearts. Grent opened his mouth, his face pale, and he wanted to say something but didn't know where to start.

He asked his entourage around him: "Am I really a deserter?"

The entourage shook his head and said with a firm face: "No, you are the pride of the vanguard army. It has never changed. The kingdom has always been filled with the story of you leading a hundred people to fight to the death in the initial protection of Luoye City. It was you who bought precious time for the evacuation of more than 100,000 people in Luoye City."

Grent smiled, but his tone was lonely: "But they were all dead, but I survived."

The entourage shook his head: "They never left because you will remember them."

Grent shook slightly, as if he was thinking of something. His face faded away, and instead he smiled. He patted his entourage on the shoulder: "Go and take my box over."

"yes!"

The entourage quickly left and ran back, holding a long box.

Grent rubbed the box, and the box was spotless, as if there were precious things inside.

He solemnly opened it, and there was a piece of broken satin brocade inside. The blue background was stained with dark red blood. In some places, the corroded damaged traces could be seen. This was obviously a military flag and a military flag that had experienced blood and fire.

Crash.

Grent shook it apart and fixed it with the spear pole handed over by his entourage. The flag spread out in the wind, revealing the blood-red spear tip pattern in the center.

"The Pioneer Army is still alive."

He muttered this, then carried it on his shoulders and smiled at his several entourages: "Brothers, we have something to do."

clang clang clang...

The sound of the sword being unsheathed was heard, and what appeared on the entourage's faces was not fear, but a kind of fanaticism, a kind of fanaticism that was not inferior to the Beast Blood Legion at all.

"No matter what the Holy City is doing, we are actually very clear that we can't wait for that day. Today is the doomsday of Piaoxue Leader. Let us use our blood to tell the kingdom and the entire continent, the vanguard army..."

"Diet in charge!"

In the last sentence, Grent almost roared, his face was ferocious and murderous intent, but his eyes showed a kind of madness and determination to me.

"The Pioneer Army... died in charge!"

Several entourages were also crazy, but the voices of several people showed a momentum that only thousands of people had.

"Putting armor!"

Grent roared, and a entourage rode back to the Thunder Fortress and called the logistics servants to change their clothes.

There is no one else in the Fortress of Thunder Light. Grent and his party have less than ten people, but the logistics servants have brought more than forty sets of armor and long swords of horses.

"Why bring so many things?" Grent asked with a frown.

A middle-aged servant bent down and said carefully: "Master Grent, this is the last inventory of Thunderbolt Castle. Except for you and a few adults, the rest are all supplies from the Second Legion."

Grent was slightly stunned and sighed: "Compared with the vanguard army, the Second Legion is truly gone, and even the reserve army is gone."

The middle-aged servant dared to interrupt Grent, which was not allowed in the kingdom society. In this case, people like servants often have to be whipped.

"No, Mr. Grent, the Second Legion has not died."

Grent was not the kind of nobleman who inherited the glory of his ancestors, so he didn't care much about it and asked, "Why do you say that?"

The middle-aged servant seemed hesitant, but he said boldly: "Because we are all logistics servants of the Second Legion, I have worked for the adults of the Second Legion for thirty-three years, and I, we are also a member of the Second Legion."

The Kingdom of Seloken is extremely important in military merits, and every soldier is extremely proud, while servants are just slaves. In the past, they are two kinds of existences of heaven and earth.

But now, the middle-aged servants are bold enough to claim that they are a member of the Second Legion. In the past, middle-aged servants will definitely not survive because the glory of the legion cannot be defiled.

Grent grinned.

"So, what is the slogan of the Second Legion?"

The middle-aged servant shook his body and subconsciously forgot that there was a noble in front of him. He stood up straight for decades and said loudly: "Second Legion..."

Speaking of this, the middle-aged servant remembered that this was a nobleman in front of him, and the humility rooted in his bones made his lips tremble.

Grote suddenly shouted: "Speak out loud."

The middle-aged servant's body shook, and there was no idea where the aura came from, which made his face turn red, and he almost instinctively shouted: "Don't retreat!"

"I didn't hear it clearly, let me know it again." Grent glared at the middle-aged servant.

The middle-aged servant seemed to have given up his promise, clenched his fists and roared at what he wanted to say a long time ago.

"The Second Legion... will never retreat!"

Grent stared at the other servants with a solemn expression.

"The Second Legion... will never retreat."

Grent had no expression on his face.

"The Second Legion... will never retreat!"

Grent's face was slightly soothing.

The servants seemed to have forgotten their identity, and a familiar and unfamiliar impulse filled their hearts. This time, their roars were uniform.

"The Second Legion... will never retreat!"

Grent suddenly laughed.

"Very good, from now on, you are warriors."

After saying that, his face turned solemn again: "Hand on armor."

The number 40 man moved quickly and completed the dressing change in less than five minutes. The servants also put on armor and rode on war horses for the first time. Everything was strange to them, but this feeling was something they had always dreamed of.

The middle-aged servant pulled out a large banner made of linen from a cowhide bag, and it was a battle axe painted with red dye, which was the symbol of the Second Legion.

Grent nodded slightly and said to the middle-aged servant: "You are right, the Second Legion has never died."

As he said that, he pulled the reins: "Brothers, our last battle is right in front of us, follow me to charge!"

"The Pioneer Army... died in charge!"

"The Second Legion... will never retreat!"

Rumble!
To be continued...