Before leaving Graystone City, each lord can receive a legion-level wind movement scroll from the great wind mage in Graystone Castle.

This can be regarded as one of the benefits of responding to the call of the great prince.

Legion-level Wind Movement Scrolls can only be made by beings above the Mage level, and a Great Mage can only make one every three days because it consumes too much magic power.

The wind technique that covers an army of ten thousand people cannot be used directly at the level of a great mage.

Therefore, they can only create this kind of super spell scroll by listing the spell matrix of legion-level wind movement in a scroll made from the skin of a high-level Warcraft, and pouring magic power into it.

Of course not every kind of magic can work this way.

Otherwise, wouldn’t it mean that scrolls of forbidden curses are flying all over the sky?

Only mild auxiliary magic such as Wind Movement can use this method. If too much magic is poured into offensive magic with unstable elements, it will explode and tear the scroll directly.

Xiwei asked the gray-bearded great wizard for two scrolls without any ceremony.

After all, his military power was there, and the Great Mage didn't say anything.

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It originally took a day to reach the attack location, but with the help of Feng Xingshu, Count Most arrived with his army in one morning.

On a hillside at the attack point, he saw Earl Eagle standing with his back to him, facing down the slope, followed by two unbelievably beautiful demi-human girls.

"You have to bring a maid with you to fight a war? I'm afraid I won't even know how I'll die."

Count Moster muttered in his heart, covering up his inner jealousy with contemptuous eyes.

He turned around and glanced at the large army behind him, and the confident smile returned to his face.

He suddenly felt that the Eagle Lord was pretty good.

He not only sent him troops but also gave him women. He is simply a good person.

With this thought in his mind, he came to the Eagle Lord and said with a smile:

"Earl Eagle, I think this communication crystal should be given to..."

Most's voice gradually decreased, and he stared blankly down the hillside. His lips trembled a little, and the look on his face was like a dyeing workshop, turning blue and white.

"Give what?"

Xi Wei looked at Count Most with a half-smile, who looked horrified.

"You and I……"

"You are a little bit of an army?"

Most stuttered a bit as he spoke, and looked at the scene down the hillside again, with disbelief written all over his face.

Under the gray sky, an eagle screamed and glided past, the eagle flag with gold lines on a black background hunting in the wind.

The neatly arranged military formation was motionless, and the densely packed soldiers were roughly estimated to number 20,000. The army was completely silent, showing the strict military discipline. The blades flashed, the armor was neat, and a chilling air rushed towards the face, which made Count Most feel a little bit.

Feeling bored.

"What did you say the summons crystal was for you just now?"

Xiwei ignored Count Most's question, but looked at him jokingly and asked again.

Of course he knew what Most wanted to do.

He just wanted to take away the command and take this opportunity to swallow up his troops.

But now that he saw his military strength, he lost his temper.

"Give me……"

Most swallowed his saliva, muttered for a long time, and finally said:

"Uh... wipe it for me. Yes, wipe it. I think it's dirty. It would be bad if it stains your hands when you use it."

"That's not necessary, Count Most, you will follow my command next, right?"

Xiwei stared into Most's eyes closely, with a cold look on his face, and his voice was oppressive and threatening.

"This...I think I..."

Most lowered his head and his eyes were a little erratic. He really didn't want to hand over the command of the army just like that, because the Eagle Lord would 100% let his army be used as cannon fodder.

These are all his family assets.

"No."

Xiwei shook his head regretfully, he had already given Count Most a chance.

Most was surprised when he heard this. He thought that the Eagle Lord would not take away his command.

But when he raised his head and noticed the killing intent in the Eagle Lord's eyes, it was already too late.

"Xilulu."

There was a strange sound of a war horse neighing behind him, and then a long black sword silently pierced the back of his heart.

Count Mostel didn't even have time to make a sound, the Terror Rider who sneaked up from behind had already brutally lifted him up on his sword.

The broadsword stained with the aura of the undead raised Most's still-not-dead body and shook it slightly, causing it to break into two halves and fall to the ground.

Scarlet blood drenched the body of the Frightening Ghost Rider, dripping down the dark armor and onto the ground.

At the foot of the hillside, the knights under Earl Most looked at this scene in horror.

They only saw a few wisps of gray-green smoke instantly appear behind Count Most, condensing into a heavily armored black-robed knight, and then brutally killed such an earth knight as Count Most with a single sword.

It only takes two or three breaths before and after.

"You killed the Earl! Avenge the Earl!"

A dozen of the most trusted knights under Most's command roared angrily after a brief moment of silence, and then rode towards Xiwei on horseback.

However, they were stopped halfway by a few silent and terrifying ghost riders.

A pale sword light flashed, and with a hissing sword sound, these great knights were split in half, including their men and their horses.

A vague smell of blood came, and the Frightening Ghost Rider stood beside the body of the great knight, motionless, the tip of the sword pointed downwards, and a few strands of blood were quietly sucked into the black long sword.

.

The air fell into a deathly silence.

The desolate north wind blew up the clothes of the corpses, covering their still angry faces.

The blood gradually spread on the sand, soaking the hooves of the war horses wearing heavy armor and visors on their heads.

The knights under Count Most looked at each other in confusion.

Their immediate boss was treated like a chicken and slaughtered, and the great knight under the earl was also slaughtered. What should they do now?

Will you continue to resist?

There was no need for them to hesitate, Xiwei had already raised his butcher knife and forced them to make a choice.

"Surrender or die!"

A loud shout rang in the ears of Most's knights, and golden fighting spirit ignited in Xiwei's body.

The ten terrifying ghost knights also turned into black smoke in an instant, and when they regrouped, they were already surrounding these knights.

The pressure of the Sky Knight level came, and these knights with less than twenty levels immediately dismounted and surrendered.

If they are surrounded by eleven Sky Knights, although they may have a chance to escape if they spread out, there will basically only be a few left, and no one is willing to gamble on that luck.

Needless to say, the remaining militiamen didn't have any ideas to begin with. They were forced to go to the battlefield and had no choice. It didn't matter who they followed.

The next thing is simple.
Chapter completed!