The sky in the northern part of the Kingdom of Kisliv was gloomy, with gray dark clouds piled up in the sky layer by layer, until the end of the fog and hills far away in the horizon. The sun was invisible. Only the bone-transmissive cold wind whistled from the distance and near, bringing dry grass and dust. It was a sad cry on the plain.

This is a late autumn morning. The late autumn in the northern plains is just a ray of winter. The grassland has withered yellow under the cold wind, and the scattered trees have already fallen leaves, but it has not snowed yet. There is little vitality on the endless yellow and gray plains. The once active sword-horned deer and agar sheep community have migrated to the south in a hurry. Occasionally, a few black long-haired grassland mammoths are still wandering among the grasslands. The huge body stands like black stone statues between the north wind and the weeds, giving the cold and silent wasteland a little color of life.

"The dark clouds of war are very thick, but not ordinary dark clouds. I feel that there are special omens gathering in the high sky above this cloud. This is not an ordinary omen. I saw the morning star of the ancient god descending on earth, entangled with the blood and fire of chaos, or the star burned out the blood and fire, or the stars were swallowed by chaos. I saw the golden fearless lion walking under the light of the morning star, followed by leopards and doves, wolves, bears and big eagles, but there was the purple charming thousand snakes, appearing and hiding beside the male lion! Marius, what did you see?"

The man who spoke in a low voice was an old man in blue robe. He was very tall, with a short sword around his waist. The years were written with crisscrossing grooves on his face. Long white hair was draped off his shoulders, and his equally snow-white beard fluttered in the wind, but under the eye sockets covered with crow's feet, there were deep blue eyes full of radiant light that was not commensurate with age. The two-tailed white comets embroidered on the blue robe and the circling patterns of stars marked his identity - the great master who mastered one of the eight magic winds, and the prophet who obtained prophecy from the sky - the Imperial Aigeer Nebula Skiller.

"If the omen can always be determined and pursued, then the countes should choose you as the emperor, right? When the meeting of the electoral emperors is held next time, remember to ask me to help you blow up the door and go in! My old friend, for decades, have you not changed your habit of losing your book bags in front of me?"

With this bold voice, a big hand was placed on the shoulder of the old man in blue robe and patted him twice. The owner of the big hand was a wide shoulder, wearing a sleeveless red robe and a mitral breastplate, with a straight golden short hair like a needle, a red face and a shiny eyes like a flame. He was carrying a golden cross sword behind him, his hand guard was spread out of an eagle wing, and his sword blade was curly waves. He was holding a huge and mottled iron staff in one hand, and his other hand was unceremoniously covering the shoulder of the Nebula Sword, and laughed haha.

"Marius, the great mentor of Chiyang, you can still be so relaxed at any time! I envy you very much, but I know that you have also seen the omen, right?" The old man in blue robe replied faintly,

"Of course, the apprentices of the Eight Winds of Magic will feel destiny and future, but you are a philosopher who pursues destiny, and I am a warrior who fights destiny. For decades, destiny cannot change me. Even if destiny descends the evil god of Slaanes before me, I will burn the underwear of the evil god first!" The old man in red robe knocked on the ground with his staff.

"At least, we have to see whether he is a man or a woman! This is something that even the learned Carios could not predict."

The humor of this Chiyang Master made the serious old nebula sensual craftsman Carios smile. He deeply understood his friend, Marius, the empire who controlled the flames, was a brave, resolute, fearless person. Of course, his humor. Since meeting in the imperial capital at the age of fifteen, it seems that he has not changed.

Since we met at the Magic Academy in the Imperial Capital Adolph and became close friends for more than 60 years, Carrios and Marius have stood together on the front of the imperial army and faced many vicious enemies. Whether it is the green-skinned storm of the orc commander and the steel-eating master of the Iron Claw Tribe, or the Chaos Army of Bella, the Chaos Army of the Chaos Tsinghua God Selected Lord, Carrios used his wisdom and magic to fight the commander and the count, and Marius used his fire and flame to bring the wrath of the gods to the enemy array, turning the arrogant trolls and ferocious beasts into burning torches, and turning the enemy into ashes and dust.

The great mentor Chiyang and the great magician of Aijir Nebula have their own fighting styles and personalities, but this does not prevent them. They are close friends and comrades who have been consistent for decades. Today, they gather in this foreign country's northern plains, naturally not for nonsense, but for battle---According to the orders of the imperial emperor Feng Weihe III, they assisted the empire's expedition army to aid the empire's human allies--Kisrif Kingdom in the North.

Over the past few months, Kisliff's letter eagle and black swan, and the good-walking Ugour Knights have sent letters of help to Adolf's Empire Palace, the White Wolf Temple in Midenheim, and even the Maria Fort Maria. What makes the great bear spirit warriors, descendants of Erson, Daha and Thor, and the proud Kisliff nobles in the north so eagerly bow their heads for help is naturally not a trivial matter, of course, it is not a trivial matter, but an event that shocked the empire and the entire old world north - the Chaos army rolled south, swept across the entire territory of the Kingdom of Kisliff and besieged the capital city of Kisliff!

Most of the soldiers of this Chaos Army are composed of the North Nos and Kugan tribes who were still biting dogs not long ago. As for how these bloodthirsty and revenge barbarians forget the hatred of slaughtering and plundering between themselves, and their own heads that were dried by the other party... I have to ask the leader of this Chaos Army - a female warrior Lostali, who was selected by the God of Slaanes from the abandoned land of the Northern Chaos, as well as her banshes and Chaos warriors.

Nine months ago, a battle began on the edge of the North Carolina and the northern grassland. On one side were 12,000 high-ranking warriors wearing double-horned helmets, eye-protecting armor, chain mail, holding tomaxes and javelins - a coalition of the North Norse people, commanded by the large leader of the Eslinger tribe. On the other side were 20,000 short, strong, fur hats, leather robes or scales, and long hair

The short grassland war horse, the Kugan army holding a hyperbolic horn bow and a scimitar, was commanded by the Khan of the Nine Tribes of the Kugan people, Agrissa Mafa. The soldiers of both armies were full of hatred and anger, and they were determined to pierce, shoot, split the humble opponent, insert the enemy's head on the pole, and turn the enemy's body into ashes! These two fierce barbarian brave men have had many years of hatred and battles. This time, it was time for them to confront each other.

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It is said that this chosen man of the evil god of Slaane, a beautiful girl with purple hair and a perfect moving body, rode a gorgeous and dazzling chaos war horse, galloped directly between the North's javelin flying axe and the Kugan's divine archery bow. He shocked the two armies that were about to fight with a pink vortex lightning. Then, on this battlefield, she showed her charming dance and singing to tens of thousands of shocked barbarians, allowing the summons of the great God of lust to be reflected in their hearts. This made the North's warriors and Kugan's warriors forget their hatred, threw down their weapons, and listened to the revelation of God.

Of course, not everyone is like this. Things are not as simple as rumors. The diehards always exist. What's more, among the North Nos, there are many believers of the fierce blood god - the evil god who abused the evil god. As we all know, in the eyes of the blood god, Slaanesia and his lowly disciples should be cut off as soon as possible and completely, and sacrificed the blood god throne with their heads.

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So the chosen one, Lostali, showed a sweet smile. Please ask the warriors who dared to challenge the beautiful messenger of the great god of lust, to come and fight one by one, whether he is North or Kugan, or he is bleeding and fired all over his body. It is stupid and ridiculous, worthless defeated dog, Red Dog, and the lowly wood-cutting slave - this is the name Lostali gave to the loyal warriors of the Blood God.

In order to enhance the effect, she jumped off the war horse with a smile, raised her soft chest, with gold and silver ornaments on it and the sky-green magic eye stone jingling. Her white fingers rotated the nine snakes blessed by the blessed sword. Her slender neck was surrounded by exquisite collars of purple jade and fine gold sculptures. She was surrounded by thin silver chains on her lower abdomen with graceful curves. She stood obliquely in the middle of the blood-stained battlefield in the north in a charming and seductive posture, waiting for the arrival of the challenger. This was really beautiful. However, for the crazy believers of the Blood God, it was probably an unprecedented insult and provocation. Of course, they would not be able to see it in the future, because no one of them could leave this battlefield alive!

Twenty-five believers of the evil gods fought against Lostali one after another, eighteen were the leaders and champion warriors of the North Nos, and seven were the tribal chiefs and blood oath guards of the Kugan people. None of them survived for more than two minutes in the battle--even the powerful Chaos Warriors who received mutated arms or weapons blessed by the terror. The beautiful messenger of the God of Lust lightly avoided their furious battle axe, javelin, claws, and scimitars, and then used the nine snake serpents to pierce their bodies and armor gracefully, cut off their heads, and stepped on them.

When he saw his head of the number one warrior being cut off by a witch smile, the leader of the North North, known for his bravery, could no longer bear it. He let out a wild battle horn, rode his black armored war horse, raised the artifact he was proud of, and a huge chaotic double-bladed battle axe that was said to have been blessed by terror, rushed from behind like a crazy bison. But Lostali just turned his head and smiled, lowered his graceful body and flew over the legs of the war chaser vigorously.

－－－－ About ten seconds later, Rald and his iron armored war horse were still standing blankly, and then they split from the middle together, turning into four, eight, and sixteen, falling to the ground. The terror chaos battle axe also broke into two sections and fell into dust, and blood flew like a waterfall. This was shocking enough, but the beautiful Divine Selector with purple hair had no blood marks on the smooth and white skin of the bright and white skin. Only a drop of blood rolled on the tip of the nine snakes intertwined with gold and silver.

"The great god of lust and beauty and art does not like the dirty blood of the believer of the fallen dog." She raised her pink lips and gently blew away the blood beads on the sword. The purple hair woven with fine golden chains and blue gems fluttered beside her soft cheeks. The challenger's body and head piled into a hill under her slender feet. The blood was emitting heat, and some of the mutated arms that were cut off were still twitching unconsciously in this blood.

"Are there any foolish and ignorant believers who want to fight against God's revelation? I'm very happy to play, and don't care about getting more."

She twisted her long eyebrows and pinched her arms against her slender and fair waist, asking to the stunned front lines between the North and the Kugan people. After a brief silence, the Khan of the Nine Tribes of the Kugan people, Agrissa Mafa lowered his military flag and first dismounted to express allegiance to the God of Lust, the God of Lust, which was not only because of fear, but also because of happiness--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"The great messenger of the god of lust and beauty and art, your humble servant, Khan of the Kuganjiu tribe, Agrissa Mafa, be loyal to you. Your servant has seven thousand tabernacles and ten thousand warriors who can ride horses and shoot archers, two thousand wrathful horses who can break through the battle line with spears, and sixteen chiefs and their blood oath guards, all of your longbows and scimitars. To celebrate this wonderful moment, please give orders, let us cut the ignorant red-haired bearded apes to sacrifice to your great gods."

Agrissa Mafa knelt on one knee, held up the bow bag and scimitar with both hands, and asked the chosen one in front of him. The dazzling and seductive body and glittering gold and silver magic ornaments in front of him, especially the beautiful face of the goddess who was incomparable, made him tremble all over.

"This is not possible. Before executing God's revelation, the power of every warrior is precious. The battle between Kugan and Nos has ended. The great God of lust, beauty and art does not require meaningless sacrifice. His warrior's sword is only used to kill his enemies. Following God's war together to march southward is your right way."

Lostali denied Agrissa Khan's request without hesitation, which made the Khan's face slightly darker.

"I forgot to tell you that I am not alone. God Salis gave his God-selected person an army, which represents the great lust and the will of the beautiful god in the north. He set out to fight against the corrupt and depressed unbelievers in the south. The soldiers who obey this army of beautiful gods will be glorious, and those who delusional opposition will have only one way to die!"

The beautiful Slaanes God's Chosen Grossed her smile and made a sound as firm as steel. She turned over and climbed onto the Chaos Unicorn War Horse dressed in golden armor and silver jewelry. She picked up the pink horny bent horns hanging next to the saddle, inlaid with silver texture and green gems, and blew three times to the north sky, and a long scream straight into the clouds.

Soon, the same scream came from the valley in the distance, responding to Qianhe, followed by the heavy and deep sound of horse hooves and footsteps that penetrated into the heart. They were slender, with fluttering pink tassels and golden military flags, gradually rising from the horizon between the valleys in the distance.

"This is, the real Chaos Warriors in the North Abandoned Land. Is this the one who is truly blessed by Chaos?" Agrissa Khan's voice trembled with his body. The army in front of him made him and his subordinates feel his insignificance.

Under the purple military flag of the great lust and beautiful gods in the north, four neat square formations were unfolded. They lined up in a line and walked towards the battlefield silently. The first two were cavalry and the second two were infantry. The number of people was small, and the total number of the four square formations was only more than a thousand people, but they were all extraordinary and very different from the mortal warriors. That made the proud warriors of Kugan and Nos bowed their heads to him.

Their horses were toned and tall, two fists taller than the best ones of the North Nos. The horses were all dressed in purple plates and gold armor with dense circumference textures and ancient runes. The golden edges flowed through the edges of the armor ingeniously, white fur and colorful silk covered the towering saddles, and the harnesses and stirrups were silver chains and decorated with bluestone rings. The riders on the horses were slender and handsome, like marble statues.

The glow of the Philosopher's Stone covered their figures with hazy appearance. Protruding sharp blades and sharp corners shone on their shoulder armor, imitating the muscle structure of the metal breastplate, exquisitely carved the beautiful and intertwined bodies of men and women and the symbols of the God of Slaanes Shalishi. The white and pink feather tassels raised in an arc from behind their semicircular helmets, and the silver snake pattern on the forehead coiled around the Chaos Octa-angled Star.

The first square cavalry held a sharp, seven-foot-long machete with sharp hands. The hilt was made of slender ivory white stone. The female body coiled with bronze vipers. The changing clouds on the curved blade proved their powerful enchanting weapon status. The cavalry of the second square held twelve-foot-long flag spears, with fluttering pink tassels and white feathers hanging from the runes-covered spears, and the brass guards had silver textures. The third square was the walking warrior, with the largest number of people, with the same gorgeous armor, carrying wide-blade battle swords and mitral round shields decorated with emeralds. They did not bring helmets, with long silver and golden hair draped over their shoulders, and simply tied with metal head rings surrounded by two snakes and rolled leaves. In the middle of their smooth forehead was exquisitely engraved with the symbol of the God of Slaane.

The first three square formations slowly stepped across the bloody battlefield. Their brilliance made the barbarians feel dazzled, while the fourth square formation was even more unusual. They looked like humans, with beautiful faces and curved figures that made people feel distracted. However, between their pink hair, they were curled and huge, with sharp corners of gems and sharp ears with silver rings. Under their white and soft thighs and knees, there were slender and recurved purple beast hooves, decorated with golden metal snake rings. The horny sharp bone knife stretched out from their arms and elbows, and the brilliant gold and silver chains hung down from their white chests, making a rustling sound like silver bells in the wind.

Walking in the middle of the square are their flag bearers. These proud servants of the god of lust, beauty and art are all wearing black fur cloaks embroidered with purple Saris's Seal, and tie their hair into fluttering ponytails with gem rings. They hold fourteen-foot-long multi-blade halberd guns, densely packed like golden woods. Each of the halberd guns is hung with a blood-red helmet, with two curved serrated metal horns. In the middle of the helmet is the blood-dropping seal of the evil god. The owners of these helmets were once fierce and fierce Chaos warriors and the gods who chose the evil gods, but now they have become the tragic spoils hanging on the golden Saris's Sharp.

The military flags they were guarding were even more terrifying, with two red demon heads covered with horns and thorns, and the heads of the bloodletters of the war demon were decorated on the left and right. The silver snake blades with twists and flashes proudly stretched out from the dry eye sockets of the terror servant demon, and shone light on both sides of the purple Slaane military flag.

But this is not the whole of the spoil. On the top of the golden flag spear of the military flag, a head with huge horns, long beards and high noses was pierced, as if it had just been cut off from the body - the flashing magic seal flew and rolled beside the head. This head is not a human, nor a demon. This is the head of a lord of a chaotic terror god! It is also the best gift to her master for the great lust and beauty gods!

"Look up, my new warriors, let's see what the power of the god of lust and beauty and art is!"

Lostali instigated a war horse to come under the American and terror military flag, pointing her slender arm with a golden ring to the head of the military flag. Tens of thousands of stunned Kugan and Nos soldiers were shocked by the sound, and many people almost fell on the ground, but the heads of the terror-santh God-Selected Lords and Demons on the military flag focused their sights. The originally noisy battlefield became as quiet as midnight. No one dared to speak, and even the horses were tactfully silenced. Only the breeze occasionally rolled up the golden chains and silver bells on the military flag's tassels, making a subtle sound.

"The above is the head of a foolish believer of a defeated dog. His name is Balmain. He once called himself the champion lord of the Northland Copper Axe Fire Skull War Castle. He repeatedly tried to challenge the glory of the god of lust, beauty and art - my great master, Shalishi. At that time, the believer of this defeated dog felt good about himself and thought he was an invincible warrior of the terror of the Red Dog."

The beautiful girl's Goddess Selector glanced at the stunned barbarians in front of him, stroked his purple hair, and threw a mocking smile at the ranks of the North warriors. She paused and continued in an elegant voice:

"So, my Master of Beauty brought the grace of God on his devout warrior - me, Lostali Grelin, and gave me the sharp blade of God and the warrior of God, and crushed the believer of the defeated dog, his kennel and his minions, and sacrificed it to the great God of lust, beauty and art as a meager sacrifice!"

Lostali's voice was elegant and magnetic, but it shook the hearts of tens of thousands of barbarian warriors like a huge hammer. Everyone, whether it was the leader, chief, or servant, knelt down like the wind blowing through the wheat waves and lie on the ground. Their screams and prayers rolled past like the tide!

"O Saris, the great god of lust and beauty and art! I pay tribute to your noble God-selected warriors! Your divine power is as vast as the endless earth and the North Sea, and your brilliance blesses me with humble eyes! Every inch of my soul and body will always obey your will!"

Agrissa Mafahan leaned his head to the ground, shocked and ecstatic to express his loyalty to the young goddess candidate in front of him. He knew clearly that the champion lord of the Chaos Gods, each of them, even in the battlefield of the hell furnace boiling between the ice peaks of the snow fields in the distant northern north, was a legendary existence. They all had demonic powers, the guards and servants given by the Chaos Gods, as well as granite, brass and steel battle castles and terrible army, to write their majesty and will on the earth for the Chaos Gods!

It can be said that the Champion Lord of the Chaos God is a projection of the power of the Chaos Gods on earth! What level of evil gods have received favor from the great warrior who took off the head of the Chaos Gods and accepted? Is it still necessary to say? And it is so lucky to be the subordinate of such a great Chosen! This is the voice of Agrissa Khan, and the voice of tens of thousands of warriors on this battlefield!

"Please stand up, my new warriors, God feels your heart." Lostali smiled sweetly, turned over and dismounted, and replied gently.

"Saris, the great god of lust and beauty and art, is kind and generous. She punishes her foolish enemies with endless lightning and sharp blades, and she rewards her loyal warriors with endless pleasure and happiness. As long as she gives her soul and strength to her, she will naturally receive her generous reward."

The voice of the chosen girl's goddess is so sweet, with magnetic and indescribable mysterious fragrance, gently echoing in the ears of every barbarian warrior, flexing their fiery hearts, making them feel dreamy and intoxicated, as if they have entered a fairyland.

"Did you see it? The glorious gods and warriors I brought with me, blessed by the God of lust, beauty and art, were once mortals, and I was once mortals, but because we fought for God Sarish, God gave us beauty and strength, armor and blades, and supreme pleasure and happiness!" She was immersed in her voice, lowered her head and lowered her hands on her white chest, making a prayer gesture.

"Whether you are the luxurious Khan of the tribe or the poor tribe, whether you are the champion warrior or the lowest slave, as long as you dedicate your loyalty and wholeheartedness to the great masters of lust, beauty and art, as long as you are brave enough to fight for the will of Saris, God's blessing is fair to everyone! I and them are the best evidence, do you understand?"

The girl named Lostali raised her voice and pulled out the golden sword with the heads of the nine snakes and raised it high towards the sky, "My new warriors, God's will and path have been pointed out for you! Are you ready to fight for the God of lust and beauty and art?"

After a moment of silence, the entire battlefield became boiling. All the barbarians stood up, ecstatically lifting their weapons and flags into the sky with her, like a forest of endless guns and halberds rising on the empty plain. They knocked on their shields and battle axes, waved their short bows and scimitars, threw the horn helmets and fur hats into the sky, and used their respective languages ​​to make ecstatic battle sounds. The boiling and noisy torrent finally formed a sound----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

This amazing historical drama came to an end. The harvest of this drama is the rolling up of a chaotic storm. This storm belongs to the evil god of chaotic desire and beauty, Saris, and her beautiful goddess candidate.

In this way, Lostali subdued 30,000 barbarian warriors and trained and commanded them with the thousand Saranes Chaos warriors she brought. Half of the 160 Sharis's servant Banshee was sent out as messengers and scouts, and half of them were guarding her and the military flag. From the edge of the North Ca Peninsula and the northern grassland, she began a storm journey that was destined to shock the earth.

Wherever the purple military flag of the Chaos God passed, the believers of Slaanes from the north flocked like bees, butterflies and birds chasing flowers. Some came alone, some were in groups, and some even the entire tribe came to join. Among them, many warriors who were famous among the grasslands and mountains, such as Morseri, a handsome North Knight who had defeated two-legged flying dragons, could control the control of the three-headed stone-skinned trolls, and Tayan, the chief of the Kugancao Beast Tribe, who was good at taming cold-horned beasts. They rushed from all directions, bowed their heads and knelt under the purple military flag of beauty and terror, and were all eager to express their loyalty to the evil god of beauty.

These powerful warriors were warmly welcomed by Lostali. The beautiful goddess-selected gods released a sweet smile, held their arms with fragrant slender hands, and welcomed them into layers of fur, silk and gold and silver. On both sides were lined with the servant witch of the god of lust, beauty and art. She raised her glasses with them to drink amethyst-like dreamy wine, gave them enchanted weapons and armor for the blessing of Saris, and promised them a bright future for the gods. This made the warriors who had been trekking with their hard-working hearts and all held up their weapons and wine glasses and offered them to the great master of lust, beauty and art in the chaos and high heaven.

When the devout believers of the Northland Saris celebrating, their neighbor, the Kingdom of Kislif, rushed to prepare for war. As we all know, when the chaos storm is rolling up, Madame Kislif is often the first to bear the brunt of it. This is a tragic geographical decision between Kislif and the Chaos believers of the Northland, and a plain without any dangers to defend.

But Kisliff's preparation for war never represents their timidity. This barren northern kingdom was able to survive on the grasslands full of ferocious beasts and chaotic nomadic barbarians. It was by no means timid, but by firm fighting and perseverance. Of course, sometimes it also needs the support of the Southern Empire. However, the arrogant Kisliff nobles did not like to mention the second point. However, they had to mention the second point soon.

Madame Kisli's courage comes from their strength. They are warriors who believe in Esun, Daha and Thor, holding the bear spirit army flag with the red background and white war bears, and irreconcilable with the Chaos believers. Their nobles rode the fierce royal war bears and could use powerful ice and snow magic, or use sudden blizzards and cold waves to freeze the enemy, or crush the enemy with the summoned snowman and ice colossus.

The most famous warrior under the command of Mrs. Kisli's war bear army flag is the Wind Wing Cavalry - an excellent light cavalry with white and red wings on the back, wearing chain mail and light chest armor, using 14-16-foot-long super-long flag spear and sharp nomadic scimitar. Their war horses are not covered with armor, but are painted with red and white colors. They are blessed by wind magic and are agile like lightning.

"They are so fast, like wind and electricity! The Wind Wings were still on the horizon the next moment, and the next step their spear had already penetrated into your chest!" This is what the barbarians on the northern grasslands evaluated the Wind Wings cavalry. The power of these cavalry's high-speed impact is amazing. Even the fat and tall ogres often hate the wind-like flag spears that were sprinted hard against them!

In addition to Wind Wings and Bear Cavalry, Kisliff also has a large number of Uguoer cavalry archers, including an elite long-barrel cavalry, who can shoot plate armor at a distance of 100 steps. As for infantry, most of them are powerful warriors who wear short leather jackets, who can use horn bows to shoot long and raise two-handed axes to fight. Of course, there is no shortage of disciplined long-distance spearmen and halberd spearmen. These soldiers use curved halberd spears and armor-breaking long cone guns that are longer than Imperial spearmen, and wear exquisite steel locks and inlaid armor, which are the backbone of the front array of infantry fronts. After drinking strong wine, they are naked, shouting the divine enlightenment of God Thor, and wielding two swords to rush into the enemy formation wildly are key characters who often turn the tide when the front is in crisis.

As for firearms, Kisliff was not short of them. They included snake lizard long-barrel cannons purchased from the Empire, curved mortars made by dwarf technicians, and a large number of double-barrel long muskets, with excellent quality and power. As for the guns, guns, bronze bear chariots built with oak and bronze imitation of the Empire steam tanks under the guidance of the Empire Wandering technician, although their strength is far from comparable to the Empire's artifacts, they are also considered unsatisfactory. In addition to these, various ferocious monsters captured or hired from the land of trolls, non-human mercenaries often became part of Kisliff's army, fighting involuntarily or voluntarily for the glory of the Red-Back Bear Flag of the Bear.

Overall, the army of the Kingdom of Kisliv is a very combative army and the guarantee for their survival on the northern border. Over the past few hundred years, they have defeated the invaders of Chaos many times and protected the kingdom. The nobles of Kisliv were full of confidence and wanted to compete with the Chaos Storm of the Evil God - but sometimes, courage and confidence may not necessarily solve the problem...

The current White Tsar Boris IV is a brave warrior. He is less than 35 years old this year. He is good at ice magic and excellent fighting skills. He and his White Bear Battle Cavalry, Wind-winged Brown Bear and Wind-winged Griffon Horse Guards, have explored five times in the land of trolls, killing a large number of monsters, trolls, and even a scorpion tail lion known for his ferocity. He also performed well on the battlefield, once commanded 2,400 Wind-winged Cavalry and killed 20,000 orc troops and fled with their heads. The boss of the Orc Legion - Gamgam of the Black Cliff Tribe, whose head was boiled in spirits is still hanging on the wall of the Red Palace in the capital of the Kingdom, Kislivgrad, and has become a witness to the White Tsar's great martial arts.

When the news of the God-Selected Witch of the Evil God of Chaos Sarish summoned the army to the south and reached Boris IV's ears, he quickly made a decision at the court meeting. The brave White Tsar clearly pointed out that he must not sit and watch the Chaos Storm gather. He could only quickly summon the army and launch a preemptive assault to kill the Chaos Demon in the cradle of his fertility! There was no other choice.

Boris IV told his dukes and ministers that the border between the Kingdom of Kisliv and the Northland grassland was thousands of miles long, mostly plains and a small number of coniferous forests. In fact, it was impossible to defend, and it was impossible to predict where the enemy would enter. Madame Kislivgrad was an outstanding cavalry, but was not a good defender. Although the capital Kislivgrad, surrounded by red brick walls and bronze gates, and several other big cities were very strong, most other towns and fortresses were just simple defenses surrounded by rammed earth and wooden walls. It was different from the giant granite walls of the empire states and could not withstand a siege of the Chaos Army at all. Therefore, it was necessary to attack!

In addition to these, there is another possible more important reason - the White Tsar is eager to show his courage and merits. If a little girl who believes in the evil god of Slaane scares the great Boris so much that he dares to walk out of the city wall like a badger hiding in a cave, then what dignity does Boris IV have to give orders to his subjects? As for the rumors about the demon lord, it is well known that the demons are cunning, and that may just be the boring illusion displayed by the little witch, used to fool those stupid barbarians without brains...

The supreme tsar was unquestionable, so the dukes and marquises, local governors and governors gathered in Kislivgrad with infantry and cavalry, and gathered with the royal army. A total of 60,000 people, cavalry and infantry each accounted for half. They wore shining chain mail, and held countless colorful army flags and statues of Esun, Daha and Thor above their heads, and marched towards the north.

White Tsar Boris IV riding on the white war bear wearing holy talismans and bear spirit blessing armor, holding the six-leaf enchanted warhammer in hand, surrounded by the wind-winged brown bear and the wind-winged griffin horse guards, walked in front of the team with confidence. Before leaving the city, he drank a glass of spirits delivered by the noble girl, swallowed the etiquette bread and salt on the silver plate, and said to the crowded farewell crowd on both sides of the road with a smile--------

"In a few months, I will return triumphantly with the ever-winning military flag, and that will be an exciting time."

This is the last words of the White Tsar Boris IV who stayed in Kislivgrad. In a sense, this is not wrong. Because, after only three months, he really returned with the military flag - but he was with the vast army of the God of Chaos.

The brave White Tsar was left with only a head that was dying with his eyes closed, and he preserved it well with magic. The military flag was held upside down, with blood on it on it, and was held in the hands of a servant witch with a black fur-tie, god of lust, beauty and art. This was so exciting that everyone in Kislivgele was terrified, just like the coldest ice tide in December.

"Your Tsar is worthy of being a Tsar. He is a very capable person. He is much better than the waste of the red dog and the defeated dog at the time - what big leader, Lald. He hit me a lot. Oh, I seem to like him a little, but unfortunately he has too many beards, not the type I like."

The beautiful goddess-select Lostari held the head of Boris IV in his hand, rode a gorgeous Chaos-horned war horse, and stood smiling in front of the bronze city gate of the Sacred Bear Spirit of Kislivgere. Her smile was so sweet, and her gentle voice exuded magnetism and fragrance. But every word of her was impacting the hearts of every defender on the head of Kislivgere like a cold wave. The great White Tsar died tragically in the hands of the Chaos Witch, and the mighty kingdom army was destroyed under the chaos storm. Could it be that Madame Kisli's fate has come to an end?

As if seeing through everyone's hearts, Lostali smiled slightly at the city and supported her slender fingers on her lips, "Soldiers of Kisliff, don't be sad, I'll point you out the way." Her gentle voice sounded again, with incomparable magnetism.

"My great master, Saris, is extremely kind and fraternal, and is completely different from the bloody red dog, terror of Gotha. As long as you take off the false artifacts of Esun, Daha and Thor, dedicate your unchanging piety to the great master of lust, beauty and art in the great chaotic sky, devote yourself to her great chaotic storm, and give your soul and body without reservation, then you can not only save your life and city, but also receive endless joy and happiness. Open the city gate and be loyal to my great master."

The young witch's voice was as tempting as her suggestion, which made a silence on the red walls of Kislivgrad until an angry thunder broke the silence.

"The shameless witch of Chaos Slaane, don't use your treacherous and despicable lies to defile the glory of Kislivgere! Your sinful blood hand killed our brave king, my dearest brother Boris, and killed millions of warriors of Kisliv. Are you going to insult our souls today?"

The angry thunder sound came from the white-robed female mage on the bronze tower of the upright bear spirit, Katerina, the eldest princess of Kisliff. The 24-year-old ice and snow warrior wore a white bead crown inlaid with gold edges, and a short cloak of yellow and black scorpion tail lion skin, and a tight white bear skin robe. The red magic ribbon on her chest and her towering chest were undulating violently due to anger. Her beautiful blue eyes are now rushing with raging waves, and the long golden braids under the bead crown shake in the wind.
To be continued...