Low Dimensional Game

On the Red River Plain, a large number of soldiers of the Holy Seville Empire stood in the setting sun at this moment, and sorrow surged in the camp. Many people beat their shields with long swords, and the thumping sound seemed to attract the souls of the dead.

A large number of priests of the Sun Church accompanying the army, as well as church knights, knelt down on the ground, kissed the holy patterns on their necks, and prayed in the direction of the sun, praying for the forgiveness of the gods, and praying for the gods to respond to their hearts.

"Why?"

"Why do you want to do this?"

Jorkins is also wearing the soldier costume of the Holy Seville Empire at this moment. Outside the chain mail is a sleeveless blouse, with a shield on his back and a standard long sword at his waist. He is the initiator of the initial rebellion. Among the rebel slaves, there are also quite a few followers.

But at the beginning of the rebellion, he knew that if they continued like this, they would be defeated by the Cretan Empire, so he negotiated with other leaders, and he would lead a few of his followers to sneak through Crete day and night. On the border of the empire, ask for help from the Holy Seville Empire.

When the Holy Seville Empire sent troops, he also voluntarily applied to join it, became a small captain, led ten soldiers, followed this mighty army, and came here.

Jorkins hopes to welcome hundreds of thousands of compatriots in the Cretan Empire home, and at this moment, all those people have turned into corpses, those damned nobles and hateful executioners who died in the Crete Empire superior.

Jorkins recalled the scenes of familiar faces, his father and younger brother, and his mother and sister who could not be found. The memories of those scenes of suffering flooded into his heart. Little by little, the eyes turned red and the canthus were about to crack, bloodshot little by little filled the eye sockets.

"Unforgivable!"

"I will never forgive you, those guys."

"I want them, pay for it!"

Jorkins angrily cut his arm with the long sword, stained with blood, raised it up to the sky, and shouted hoarsely: "Blood pays blood!"

Immediately, the army was ignited with anger. Everyone roared crazily, and the crowd surged. Everyone raised their weapons and uttered their inner cries.

"eye for eye!"

At this moment, in the big tent, all the templar knights and a large number of nobles gathered in large numbers. They were so excited that they couldn't suppress it. Everyone looked at Verdante with red eyes, hoping that she would make a decision immediately and pounce on her. The Crete Empire, let the Crete Empire pay a heavy price for their evil deeds.

"Your Majesty, send troops!"

"Do they still think we were decades ago? This time, let them pay the price for the evil deeds they inflicted on us orcs decades ago!"

"This time we absolutely can't tolerate it. Hundreds of thousands of orcs, when we approached the city, their actions are blatantly declaring war on us. The only way to fight is to repay it with blood!"

At this time, a large crowd of shouts suddenly sounded outside, which immediately alarmed everyone in the big tent. When they walked out of the tent, they immediately saw the excitement and roar of the crowd outside.

Verdante, who was originally furious and frowning, could no longer suppress the fury in her heart when she heard the voices of thousands of people. She pulled out the Royal Power from the gorgeous scabbard around her waist, and pointed at Kerry. direction of the Empire.

The golden ponytail flicked, and strong anger was revealed in the flaming golden pupils: "Send troops, blood debts!"

Immediately, all the templar knights and nobles roared at the same time, and the anger of hundreds of thousands rushed to the clouds, shocking the sky, and the clouds in the sky seemed to be burning.

All the soldiers in the camp were immediately ready to go, took all their bags, and lined up neatly. They were divided into combat units, and under the control of their respective officers and lords, they waited in the form of military columns on the plain. their emperor orders.

Verdante was riding a white steed, and under the galloping horse, the figures of Verdante and the Templars passed by the front soldiers, allowing everyone to see their figures.

All the soldiers and knights looked longingly at their emperor, the emperor who rescued the orcs from melee and disaster, led them to the future and peace, and let them win wars again and again. And they will always follow behind her, even if they conquer all the way to the ends of the earth.

All the soldiers seemed to be able to see their unconditional trust and admiration for Verdante, as if the blond figure in front was their belief and everything.

Verdante passed by the front of the battle formation with the sword of royal power held high, her large cloak fluttering like a fluttering flag, and wherever she passed, cheers resounded like thunder.

"Long live my king!"

"Long live my king!"

"Long live my king!"

The voice of the mountain was transmitted from the front, stretching to the sky, and the aura was instantly ignited. Only the figure in front of them was left in their eyes, and the whole world seemed to become small in front of this figure.

"Fight for justice!"

"Punish evil deeds!"

Verdante only said two short sentences, but it seemed that everyone took it as the truth. Everyone's eyes were red, especially the large group of knights in front of Verdante, tears filled their eyes and trembled all over.

Following Verdanti's order, the army immediately launched. Hundreds of thousands of troops crossed the Red River Plain and broke into the Crete Empire. years of war.

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Thousands of people gathered in front of the royal palace in the capital of the Cretan Empire. At this moment, a large number of soldiers were recruited. Knights spread all over the square in front of the royal palace. More civilians were in the distance, looking at the Cretan Empire The prime minister, the Duke of Tambor, signed the war mobilization order, and then, His Majesty the Emperor of Crete, Zolman II, who had a dark complexion, also signed and passed the war mobilization order in extreme anger and depression.

Here, the war is completely inevitable, and the ordinary people of the Cretan Empire are divided into two factions, one is worried about the upcoming war, and the other thinks that the Orc Empire is not worth mentioning, and it is impossible to be the Crete Empire opponent.

The nobles and soldiers of the main combat faction, still retaining their past strength and glory, cheered impatiently after the war mobilization order was signed and passed.

The Duke of Tambor held up the document of the war mobilization order, and the gilded ink pad on it was still emitting heat. He stood in front of the stage and accepted the cheers of everyone. The soldiers in the audience cheered. Fight a war to get the title, fiefdom, wealth, slaves and women promised by Prime Minister Tanbur.

The prime minister of the empire, the Duke of Tambur, raised his hands and papers high, behind him was the red bull flag of the Cretan Empire flying, and the tall and straight bodies of knights in full armor stood on both sides, accepting the baptism of the eyes of the nobles, soldiers, and civilians in the entire city of Niah.

"This war is glorious, and we will usher in the final victory!"

"We will tell those barbarians who is the real master of this land!"

Tanbul's passionate roar made the soldiers, who were eager for war, roar again, following Tanbul's arm waving and making a sound.

"Must win!"

"Must win!"