Clark has felt this depressing and somewhat tense atmosphere more than once these days.

Seeing these generals arguing endlessly, he really wanted to go out and get some fresh air.

However, when he came outside, he found that he still couldn't relax.

The entire camp exuded a lifeless feeling. The soldiers had no energy, and some were sitting blankly, without any focus in their eyes.

He wasn't surprised or angry about it.

Because he himself was so anxious.

It has been a day since we lost contact with the Royal Court. The teleportation circle closest to the Royal City was also unilaterally closed. The last news from the Royal City was that there was civil strife in the Royal Court! This is undoubtedly a very bad situation.

Everyone's minds were temporarily separated from the battlefield in front of them.

Most people are eager to return home and want to return to the royal city to help their families, or to take advantage of the situation and take sides to avoid being eaten up by their opponents in this political war.

Clark is also worried about the current situation of the royal court. His family is one of the forces in the country that openly supports the second prince Osul. If the eldest prince Rafman succeeds in taking the throne this time, the same people waiting for him may be

The family was wiped out together.

No one was in the mood to fight, and the result was a steady retreat.

Under such circumstances, it’s strange that the soldiers can still have morale!

Therefore, someone proposed to lead troops back to the royal court to help suppress those "rebellious officials and traitors".

Everyone has this idea, but no one will be the first to agree to this kind of thing.

This is something that these old foxes with a keen sense of politics know very well. There is too little power in the royal city now!

At this time, whether you go back to appease King Jing or choose to follow the dragon, you may achieve unparalleled achievements. The glory of hereditary barons like the Peter Fresa family will be just within your reach.

So, no one will give in.

We can't all go back. If we all go back, what will happen to the fighting here? We can't let Romaniel trample on the land of the empire, right?

In this way, such a ridiculous situation finally formed.

No one wanted to fight the Romaniers, but no one could get permission to withdraw. These people actually stayed in a stalemate for a whole day and night!

Because Clark followed Edward and successfully protected the Fimir Fortress, his status increased, and he was able to occupy a seat even among the leaders of this unprecedentedly luxurious lineup.

But that's all. It's not his turn to arrange the troops yet.

It's about the deepest time of the night.

News came from the royal court! I don’t know who said this, and Clark suddenly became energetic.

When he returned, he was met with silence, and Clark suddenly had a bad premonition.

"What happened?" He pulled the shirt sleeves of the person next to him and asked in a low voice.

"Lord Peter Fresa helped His Highness Rafman ascend the throne. The royal court ordered us to start a decisive battle with Romaniel in advance..."

Clark's eyes widened and he didn't know what to say for a moment.

"What do you think?" the person at the top, who is currently the head of Odin's army, asked.

"No! This is impossible!" Clark's body trembled slightly. "Tell me, this is not true! Where is His Highness Osul?!"

"Calm down, His Highness Osul has already..."

Clark could no longer hear what the man was saying. He just lowered his head and looked pale, muttering to himself, "It's over, it's all over..."

The reaction of some people was similar to his. Almost all of them were Osul's political allies, and they knew what they were going to face.

"Since it is His Majesty the King's order, we must obey it!" One person stood up and said.

"That's right."

"I can't wait to kill some of Romaniel's bastards."

"well said."

Most people began to stand up and respond. Those who had always supported Rafman would naturally not object, while those who were originally neutral had to stand on the side of the prince because of the change in circumstances.

After all, no one wants to be regarded as a "traitor" for no reason, and end up with a family ruined.

"Everyone, I think it's better to wait a few days to verify the authenticity of the news. What if there is any fraud? With all due respect, this order is too weird." Someone else said this.

However, there were not many such voices in the first place, and they were quickly lost among the crowd's words.

After all, the magic beacon of the royal court will not lie, and the scene of Osul being hung on the city wall is also recorded in the magic crystal.

Besides, everyone wants to believe what they want to believe.

After swallowing the last piece of sizzling beef roasted on the fire and listening to the slightly tragic marching song, Clark had a complicated expression.

Near dawn, when people are most asleep, Odin's warriors are fully armed and basically ready to fight Romaniel.

There was still a cold moon in the sky, and the sharp west wind blew the hair of the soldiers. Occasionally, the wild geese passing overhead also made a few shrill calls. The grass on the rolling hills was withered, and the ground was slippery with frost. Only one face could be seen.

The fluttering battle flags and the sound of hunting; only the sound of the horns of war, powerful and powerful; and the teams of men and horses ready to charge at any time, and the shining swords and guns...

Some people feel overwhelmed with emotion. When they think about being promoted to an official position after returning to China, they can't help but feel arrogant. Of course, there are some people like Clark and others who are naturally unhappy, but they can't help it.

They are.

Even people whose status was lower than theirs in the past and who were always polite when meeting and talking to them gradually became more and more unrestrained in their attitude toward them.

After all, once the emperor and his ministers become losers like their investment objects, there is nothing to be afraid of.

Clark himself and his men were forced to stand at the forefront.

Only now did this official, who had finally escaped from Fimir Fortress, gradually accept his current situation.

He is a bit tragic, but after all, he died here for the empire, and he can be called a "hero" afterwards. If he returns to the royal city, he will probably be given a big name and die inexplicably.

In one's own hands.

Thinking this way, Clark finally felt a little better.

Sure enough, humans will always find a more optimistic perspective for themselves.

At this time, the scouts who came back reported that Romaniel had no sign of discovery. Presumably, Odin had been focusing on "defending" since the beginning of the battle. Romaniel probably never imagined that Odin would dare to attack here.

It’s time to take the initiative.

clark from high

Looking down, Romaniel's camp was very quiet, with only a few scattered fires still swaying in the cold wind. It seemed that they had not taken any special precautions tonight.

The opportunity has come!

Odin's generals were a little excited. They were not idiots. This order was indeed suspicious, so they who always cherished their own lives were naturally fully prepared when executing it.

For example, before they decided to go to war, they quickly organized contacts with spies, sent out scouts to investigate the surrounding areas, and eliminate traps.

What is certain is that Romaniel's camp is indeed somewhat lax.

Now all it takes is a signal, and the warriors of the Odin Empire will charge into battle and completely keep the other side in this great land.

Almost everyone thinks so.

So, the charge begins!

There were no more unnecessary expressions on the faces of the soldiers, only perseverance was left. The imperial warriors who were called by their names jumped up one by one and got on their horses.

There were roars of anger, and a horse rushed downwards like a detached arrow, without hesitation.

Romaniel had already reacted at this time, they shouted loudly, and someone gave an order, and the bows and arrows shot at the sneak attackers like dense raindrops.

The neighing of horses, the shouts of soldiers, the thunderous sound of horse hooves, and the sound of clashing knives and swords resounded throughout the earth. In just a moment, blood flowed into rivers.

On the battlefield, corpses of enemies and our own were scattered all over the place, and many people suffered injuries of varying sizes.

The cold wind blew and the bright moon shone on the armor. Clark sneezed and he was scared.

No matter how much you comfort yourself, facing this kind of bloody hell that completely abandons humanity, no one will care. After all, no one wants to kiss the God of Death, not even once.

Then, a large amount of magic lit up the entire night sky, and the addition of spellcaster troops from both sides directly turned this place into a flesh and blood millstone, with people being shattered to pieces every moment and every second.

Thunder and lightning roared across the sky and pierced the entire night sky, and then fire approached the surroundings, and the smell of blood filled the "noisy" camp at all times.

As expected, the wail must be accompanied by the light and shadow of the sword. Blood-colored roses bloomed in the wind. The broken limbs and broken arms that could be seen everywhere underfoot were hideous and terrifying. The rich aura made it difficult to breathe.

The moment many people fell down, their eyes reflected the smile of their wife, the babbling of their children, and the tears of their elderly parents. But he only had time to say sorry, and then he became

The ashes of destruction.

But no one will stop wielding their weapons, and the last thing needed at a time like this is kindness and kindness.

There is an arrow stuck in the right arm, so use your unskilled left hand to chop it with all your might; the brother on the right is red-eyed and chops until the knife curls...

This is war!

There is only fire and smoke in the sky, and only fear and death are left around!

Clark held one end of the weapon tightly, as if holding a life-saving straw. Many people jumped out from beside him, followed by a fierce collision and screams.

Although the temperature was not high, Clark still wiped the sweat from his forehead and face with his sleeves, his hands trembling constantly.
Chapter completed!