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The boundless plains are flat and vast.

It is like a huge dark green jade disk, vast and enchanting.

A continuous plain stretching under the sky without hills, should have been as calm as the sea in a calm day.

However, in the past month, it has been filled with madness, blood, and hatred, creating more blood and corpses.

A month ago, densely packed howling soldiers poured out from the black forest at the end of the plain.

Fighting with nearly one million mercenary soldiers, stalemate, tug-of-war, and melee.

The Howling Legion that came to support was only a scale of more than 100,000.

The mercenary army of the Imperial Expeditionary Force has an army of millions, and the number of soldiers killed in battle every day is tens of thousands, while the casualties of soldiers from the enemy's Howling Legion are few.

The war has continued to escalate to this day. The Howling Legion used a new type of weapon.

"Under the God of War, the Howling Legion uses this weapon, which makes us irresistible."

Taken from Kratos, this new type of war equipment used by the Howling Legion more than one meter long.

In Aaron's cognition, the crossbow should be a weapon for infantry to effectively restrain cavalry and charge heavy infantry.

In combat, the disadvantage of crossbow is that the loading time is much longer than the bow, but it has a longer range than the bow, has stronger lethality and a higher hit rate. The requirements for users are also relatively low, and it eventually becomes a powerful long-range killing weapon that is always present on the battlefield.

The range of a crossbow can reach 600 meters.

However, this modified crossbow has a longer crossbow arm and no bowstring. It uses a power called "magic crystal" to launch iron bullets. It not only has a strong range, but also has a fast firing speed.

A magic crystal stone can support about one hundred launches, and in this process, soldiers holding this magic crystal crossbow only need to continuously load iron bullets.

"What do you think?"

Aaron handed over the ‘Demon Crossbow’ to a pair of rough hands.

Vanon, the first founder of the Spartan Empire.

A simple vest made his entire spine look dark and shiny, as if it was coated with oil.

The trousers under the van Nong were rolled up over the knees, and the furry calves were covered with countless thorns, all of which were connected by high and bulging blood vessels. I still don’t like to wear shoes. Just looking at the cracked toes, you can imagine that the old skin on the van Nong’s footboard is probably as thick as a finger, and it has become a pair of natural shoes...

Holding the weapon seized from the enemy's hands, Vannon's big eyes had already sunk deeply, his rough hands stroking the crossbow body back and forth, his expression was like an art master looking at a priceless work of art.

His hands were covered with earthworm-like blood vessels, stroking the lines on the magic crossbow back and forth. His movements were slow and gentle.

Finally, under Aaron's patient waiting, Vanon raised his head, his weather-beaten face was full of wrinkles, and his headlines and eye masks were covered with white frost, and the horn patterns were heavy like ravines.

"We can make such weapons. It's just a mineral like Magic Crystal, and we know nothing about it."

Vanon expressed his concerns. But in Aaron's opinion, the magic crystal is no longer the responsibility of a founder. And in the heart of the God of War, he has roughly known how to obtain the magic crystal.

The Howling Legion's magic crossbow is a deadly weapon. It is widely used because it does not require too much training to operate. Even a low-level Howling Soldier can quickly become a combat master, and the hit rate is extremely high. It is enough to kill an armored knight who spent his whole life receiving combat training.

The death of the Black Hawk commander Bick is a good warning.

As a commander of a legion with superb combat skills, he was shot twice by the howling soldiers' magic crossbow and died of injury the second time.

Such a great man died at the hands of an ordinary or inferior howling soldier, which was horrifying to the imperial army.

There were about 50,000 dwarf casters who had arrived in the northern kingdom and crossed the Wall of Despair.

There is enough iron ore stored in the Wall of Despair, and the tools required for casting are sufficient. You can start imitation and mass production, which will take about a month to equip the Legion in large numbers.

Within a month after the resolution, hundreds of thousands of mercenary legions had to continue to suffer.

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The entire plain battlefield is currently under the responsibility of the Phantom Commander Jenny. Under her men, more than a dozen commanders have survived so far.

The death of the Black Hawk commander Bick gave Jenny a great blow. But no matter how sad it was, without the order of the God of War to retreat, she could only wander on the scorched earth of this plain and join in with war and death.

A short trench trench trench was not Jenny's favorite weapon. There were more than ten centimeters of blunt trench under the handle, but it was a sharp weapon to break the skull or temples.

Jenny is a melee warrior. Walking in the trenches of howling soldiers and taking away evil souls is her best and most adventurous thing. The 600,000 mercenaries and the Howling Legion fought together in a stalemate, leaving her with not much room to command.

In the past month, the Empire's mercenary legion has been killed by less than 400,000. The Howling Legion has only suffered 10,000 casualties, or 20,000...

The culprits that cause this situation are all long and strange weapons.

Bang~~ An iron bullet dragged a bright red track and hit the side, splashing dust, leaving a pungent burning smell. Perhaps a corpse was buried in the soil and was hit. But who cares?

The sky belongs to fire and smoke, and outside the trenches belongs to fear and death.

A warrior from the Phantom Mercenary Group with a two-handed sword held the crossbow tightly, as if he had held a life-saving straw. But he knew in his heart that there were not many arrowheads on his body. But then again, even with enough arrowheads around him, what can he do when facing the Howling Legion using magic weapons?

The thunderous cannon sound from the magic crystal cannon continued. Many companions who could not bear to bear continued to endure jumped out from beside him. With the fierce sound of magic crystal guns and a series of screams, a large number of mercenary soldiers splashed cheap blood on the battlefield.

In a distance of less than two thousand meters, any charge initiated will be invalid. No matter how many people are sent, they will turn into corpses like hornet's nests in a short time.

The Phantom Mercenary Warrior raised his hand and wiped his forehead because he was afraid of the cold sweat, and his hands kept trembling.

He wanted to open the kettle and drink some water. However, his hand holding another hand that opened the lid could not touch the kettle. In the face of unknown war, extreme fear grabbed a heroic warrior, as if he wanted to squeeze out all the vitality in his body!

Just as he sat down on the ground with dejectedly against the soil of the trench, another charge was about to begin.

"The warriors of the Imperial Mercenary Legion, Middle-earth was once our home. We have the obligation to regain our land. The God of War's eyes were staring at us. Those who are not afraid of death, rush with me! The Phantom Commander can rush over. We must be able to do it too!"

The smoke of gunpowder was accompanied by the smell of blood, stimulating the nasal cavity of the mercenary soldiers.

Listening to the passionate and exciting roar of his companions in his ears, he could no longer help, and stood up, pressing the arrow at the crossbow while cursing his cowardice.

He clumsyly climbed out of the trench and stood up staggeringly. He raised his crossbow and staggered a few steps. He blindly shot six arrows at the hazy battlefield.

"Bang!~~~"

However, not long after, an iron driven by magic came and pierced his forehead. He fell on the blood-soaked land. His fingers clenched into fists as if they were trying to grab the lost life... His arms gradually lowered, and his fingers gradually relaxed.

More than 300 elite warriors of the Phantom Mercenary Group died in the battlefield.

"The God of War's order is not allowed to charge! You are only allowed to stay in the trenches to defend. We can't rush over, but the Howling Legion with less than 100,000 people dare not advance forward. Remember. In the current situation, only by saving your life and finding opportunities to fight in close combat are their nemesis!"

The night covered the plain, and a full moon flashed out from the fish-scale cloud gap. The hazy moonlight filled the plain, like a faint silver mist rising.

With the moonlight, Aaron used the flying dragon to transform and raided the Howling Legion's front from the air.

Thousands of Temple soldiers shuttled through the trenches and massacred more than 10,000 howling soldiers holding "demon crossbows". At the same time, the cost of killing a thousand people in the temple soldiers was also quite huge.

The Howling Legion has a large number of low-level soldiers, while the God of War Aaron only has 10,000 Temple Warriors, and the Spartan reserve team that can be supplemented has only 10,000 people.

The war mode has been upgraded. Only by solving the problem from the root and maintaining equal combat effectiveness with the enemy is the king.

Turning into a flying dragon, Aaron flew towards the western kingdom of the Western Continent...

The battlefield on the eastern plains continued to be in a stalemate. At the same time.

On the second battlefield around the west side of the Black Forest——

As we approached, we became closer, Yulan finally came to the 76-year-old general Marg and shouted anxiously: "General Marg, we have failed and must retreat!"

There were only three hundred elves of saints left by his side, with bright eyes and nervously paying attention to the movements around him.

The loss of faith made Marg slightly hunched, "The 200,000 legions were wiped out in one month. I have never encountered such a war in ten years. Perhaps... the Howling Legion stole the artifact that should belong to God from God's hands."

Grasping the hand that Yulan handed over, Margo stepped forward, took a step back, and staggered forward.

"General Margo, don't lose confidence. Although we failed, the war in the east advanced 50 miles and recovered a fortress. After a month of bloody battle with the Howling Legion, we encountered the difficulties. I believe that the God of War had already made plans."

"Now, we need to give up the battlefield to the west and turn to the eastern plane!" Even when we retreated, Yulan's steps seemed very even. She held the old general with one arm, and swung her arms forward and backward, and her feet gradually moved faster and faster.

However, General Margo, who had experienced two failures in total, had his eyes turbid and his steps loose, and he had obviously lost his confidence in continuing to fight.

Not only was the 200,000 mercenaries who died in one month, but in the past ten years, Margo has witnessed too much blood, but no matter how difficult it is, the old general still sticks to the defense line of the northern kingdom. It is only this time that the power of the new weapons of the Howling Legion is more difficult to understand and accept than the previous setbacks, which leads to the loss of confidence.

Sweat had already wet the hair in strands. The beads of sweat flowed from their foreheads to their mouths and were bitter and astringent. Yulan did not continue to comfort General Margo. Suddenly, a strange smile climbed onto the corners of her mouth—

"Are you ready to die? General Margo!"

In Margo's eyes, Yulan's smile on the corner of her mouth looked bitter and astringent.

When he heard the creaking, creaking, and the sound of the "Demon Crossbow" loading, Margo quickly twitched his hands. Then he overwhelmed Yulan and rushed forward.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of the "Demon Crossbow" fired, stirring in the slightly concave forest.

About one hundred howling soldiers, carrying weapons with strong linear and shiny appearance, attacked the elf shooter who fell into the trap.

A Howling Alchemist named Mauser designed this rotating crossbow machine and a single-shot weapon with iron bullets. It is called Mauser Step Crossbow.

In the sight, the last standing elf archer fell down in a pool of blood, and the battle was won. In the devastating woods, the deafening cheers of the howling soldiers immediately sounded.

"In front of the Mauser crossbow, only my howling legion is the master of the world! Trembling. Wooden elves."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Howling Captain of the 100-person team raised the Mauser crossbow in his hand and shot a blow to a wounded elf who fell to the ground!

"Bang!~~~"

As soon as the elf grabbed the dagger, a shrapnel pierced his head.

As Margo and Yulan were lying on the ground, they were about to get up to fight, and immediately there were no less than ten Mauser crossbows aiming at their foreheads.
To be continued...