The red tail flame dragged out a long red light track, and then a red light burst out in the slightly white air.

The light is not very strong and dazzling, but at this moment before dawn, it seems particularly dazzling.

The next moment, a sharp and harsh horn sounded at the camp of the Mountain Lion Legion.

The camp, which was originally as quiet as a pool of stagnant water, seemed to have completely come alive at this moment. All the soldiers who were still patrolling and standing guard immediately began to gather towards the designated area. Then the next moment, soldiers began to rush out in the camp tents and then joined the square formation that had formed a formation in the designated area. Although the movements of these soldiers were hasty and rapid, there was no sign of panic.

Alfred, who was observing this legion hundreds of meters away from the camp, couldn't help but become even more gloomy. Although he knew that the mountain master would pretend to fall asleep even when he was sleeping due to habits, even with the reaction speed of the Mountain Lion Legion, it was far beyond the general elite army, which made Alfred understand immediately that the next battle would probably be a fierce battle.

When the soldiers in the Mountain Lion Army camp assembled, they did not choose to wait in the camp, but instead drove away from the camp and put on an offensive posture.

Because this time entering the Soan Territory was a secret operation, the Mountain Lion Legion did not erect a flag with their military emblem printed on it.

However, whether it is the pride of the Mountain Lion Legion or the combat experience of the Mountain Army, the fighting style of defending the camp is obviously not suitable for them. Only fighting each other in the field of battle can truly adapt to the combat style of the Mountain Lion Legion.

However, for the commander of the Mountain Lion Legion, fighting on this wasteland at the moment still made him feel a little regretful. If he could choose, he would definitely choose to fight in the mountain forest terrain, because that was their home court. As long as he fought in the mountain forest terrain, he even had strong enough confidence to wipe out a powerful legion like the Agave Black Guard with the same force.

However, unless it is the party that takes the initiative, there is usually no right to choose a good location.

But even so, Rowell Howard, the commander of the Mountain Lion Legion, didn't care much about it.

Because as one of the few truly elite legions in the Kingdom of Dabiang, Rowell and his Mountain Lion Legion are indeed qualified to be proud and conceited. After all, in his eyes, the only opponent in the Kingdom of Dabiang is the Agave Black Guard under the Duke of the Agave. Even the rumored thundering front under the Marquis of Tonis, he would not be afraid, because he had already caused the army a lot of trouble when he fought in a mountain forest area.

It is precisely these shocking achievements that have created this mountain lion army that dares to claim to be invincible in mountain warfare.

Therefore, in Rowell's eyes, no matter which army the enemy in front of him belongs to, he will not care.

When Rowell led the three thousand soldiers of the Mountain Lion Army under his command to stand about 200 meters away from the camp, he finally saw the legion that was finally late after sending out the signal flare.

All of them are blue heavy armor, all soldiers are equipped with square shields, and their weapons are spears and daggers.

This is a standard heavy infantry legion.

Rowell's mouth raised slightly, a little mockery appeared on his face, and his eyes moved to the flag held by the sudden emergence of the legion.

It was a flag with only the family emblem.

The edge of the flag is silver silk thread. The background is black and has a graceful embellishment similar to starlight. In the center of the flag is a pair of strange-shaped wings: half spread and half closed.

Rowell quickly filtered it in his mind, and then he confirmed one thing: he had never seen this family emblem.

For a noble, it is a basic common sense to distinguish the family emblems of those powerful families. Moreover, this identification is not only limited to one's own country, but even the family emblems of the great nobles in neighboring countries need to be remembered. Therefore, this family emblem that has never appeared in Rowell's memory only represents two possibilities: the first is that this family is not worth remembering at all; the second is that this is an emerging family.

Judging by the orders he received from the Howard family, Rowell naturally favored the latter.

When an emerging family dared to come to Soan to lead the place, or even to cause trouble for the Mountain Lion Legion, Rowell soon knew which family the family emblem belonged to.

Connery family.

The family of Baron Sean Connery, who had made the entire Dabiang South alone, had never had peace.

Rowell is no stranger to this lord. He has heard too many stories about this lord in the past nearly a year, but the more he does, the more he stimulates his fighting spirit. For a military madman who is passionate about war, being able to fight with different opponents and completely defeat and annihilate them is the greatest pleasure and pleasure of any military madman.

But unfortunately, he had heard too many stories about Alfred, William, the Thunder Lion, and the Iron Wings in the Howard family, but he never had the chance to fight with them, which made Rowell feel angry. So when he received Yeen Howard's request to lead the Mountain Lion Army into the Soan Territory to secretly lie dormant, and waited for the order to climb the mountains in Dayi Territory to raid Panda Territory, Rowell became extremely excited as if he had chicken blood.

At this time, when Soan was suddenly encountered an army under Sean's command, Rowell's first reaction was not why this army appeared here, but which army was under Sean's command? But more emotions appeared in his heart, which wave of intense pleasure arises after joy, and a sense of superiority that outsiders don't know where they come from.

When Alfred led the Thunder Lion to finish the station for a hundred meters away from the Mountain Lions, Rowell's gaze naturally turned to Alfred, looked him up and down thoroughly, and then a playful smile appeared on his face.

He walked forward about twenty or thirty meters, and due to the unspoken rules of the war, Alfred also walked forward twenty or thirty meters away. In this way, the distance between the two sides was only less than forty meters.

The two sides looked at each other, but Rowell didn't look at Alfred at all. His eyes fell on the halberd in Alfred's hand, and a bit of fanaticism and greed were revealed in his eyes - Flame Lion Fang has made a comprehensive improvement since Sean came back from the Gray Shadow Black Market. Now this weapon is a truly powerful golden magic weapon, and its power is even stronger than the Flame Gun Crush in Rina's hand. War madmen like Rowell will show a greed look at the Flame Lion Fang in Alfred's hand, which is a very normal reaction.

"Lion King Alfred?" After a moment, Rowell's eyes finally moved to Alfred's face. In fact, whether there was this halberd or not, he could easily recognize Alfred's identity, because the aristocratic circle of the entire Dabiang Kingdom was not unfamiliar with Alfred, Sean and William. "For the first time I met, my name is Rowell Howard, Lion King Rowell."

Alfred's pupils shrank slightly, and he could clearly feel the fighting spirit, hostility, and his greed and desire for the fangs of the fangs of the flaming lion.

But these are not what he needs to pay attention to. He will stand in front of the Howard family member who claims to be the Lion King and listen to him nonsense, just to find the man's weakness. But it is obvious that this man not only has the rigor of being a soldier, but also has the caution of being a nobleman - his personal strength is not strong, Alfred believes that even without the flame lion and fangs, he can kill the opponent in one round, because he is like William.

However, he chose to keep a distance of forty meters from himself. If it were Sean, he would definitely be able to kill him in seconds. But for Alfred himself, he could not do it. Because he was not good at agility, even though he had magic textures on his three pieces of equipment to increase his agility speed, his fangs were completely biased towards pure power attributes. Including the weight of the armor and fangs on his body, all this could only barely maintain the agility value that a top silver master should have.

If Alfred thought at the beginning that the other party maintained a distance of 40 meters from him was just the other party's luck, then through the other party's self-introduction, Alfred knew that this was not a lucky one. Because lions, especially the lion kings in a tribe, would kill all threats in advance in order to ensure their authority. This keen sense of smell and perception of danger is reflected in war, which is to know oneself and enemy. Therefore, Alfred knew that the other party had a deep understanding of himself and also had a deep self-awareness of his own strength.

This is a difficult enemy.

Such an impression came to Alfred's mind.

"The name of the Lion King is only one person." Alfred said lightly.

"I think so too." Rowell nodded, with a bright noble smile on his face, "So, can you ask you to die?"

Alfred laughed, his laughter seemed more wild and domineering than Rowell's slightly feminine and artificial appearance. In essence, Alfred, who was a mercenary, was more like a lion than Rowell: "There were many people who said this to me once, but in the end they became the corpse of my advance. I believe you will be no exception."

"It's hard to say." Perhaps because of the hostile repulsion, also known as the Lion King, Rowell was very upset by Alfred's laughter, which made his face slightly gloomy, "But I can give you a chance..."

"I'll give you a chance." Alfred interrupted Rowell directly, "If you surrender now, then I can keep you alive. Of course, the number of the Mountain Lion Legion can also be retained and will not be removed from the list from now on."

"Ha!" Hearing Alfred's words, Rowell laughed furiously, "You really think of yourself as the Lion King?"

"Isn't it?" Alfred may have had a lot of contact with Sean. His expression at this time was completely copied by Sean's style of despising everything. "I said that only one name for the Lion King is enough. If you are willing to surrender, then I can agree to keep the number of the Mountain Lion Legion. It's not impossible for you to be the Lion King. But if you refuse to surrender, then don't say that you can't be the Lion King, even the Mountain Lion Legion will definitely be removed today."

"Haha." Rowell sneered, his eyes turned extremely cold, "You, a person who doesn't even have the number flag, actually have the courage to say that you want to remove the Mountain Lion Army. Even the Tequila Black Guards dare not say such words."

The number of flags is the highest honor of the army.

Basically, only extremely elite troops can obtain such a flag, just like the Red Cross Cavalry Regiment of the Kingdom of Dabiang. The flag they used when they went to war was not a flag with the national emblem of the Kingdom of Dabiang. It was a red Cross flag with white background. But no matter who it was, as soon as they saw this flag, you will know that this was a Red Cross Cavalry Regiment of one of the two ace armies of the Kingdom of Dabiang.

In the Kingdom of Dabion, there were only ten armies with independent flags, including the Red Cross Cavalry Regiment and the Third Garrison.

Among them, the Mountain Lion Legion has its own number flag.

In the Principality of Ryan, there are even fewer troops with number flags. There are only seven armies, including Asuna's Thunder Front. Although each army under Sean currently has its own legion number, no army has number flags. Therefore, no matter how famous Alfred and the Thunder Lion are, no one will recognize that this army is a real powerhouse.

Because he lacks the number flag.

Of course, it is naturally impossible for the supreme military honor to be made by the lord himself to say it is a numbered flag. He must go through a series of complicated reviews before he will finally announce it to the entire continent.

Faced with Rowell's ridicule, Alfred's expression was always calm: "The number flag is really that important? I don't think it is necessary. The strength of an army is composed of his commander and the qualities of the army. It has nothing to do with this flag, and it can only be regarded as a flashy thing that adds icing on the cake. So even if you have a number flag, so what? If you don't surrender, then you will be removed from the list today."

Listening to Alfred's words and expelling the list, Rowell's face looked extremely ugly.

If we only judge from the momentum and attitude, Rowell obviously feels guilty of the name "Lion King". On the contrary, Alfred's unmoving awesome momentum is truly the temperament that a lion king should possess.

Of course, Alfred said that he wanted to remove Rowell and his Mountain Lion Corps, so he was not just talking casually, but that he really had the confidence and strength.

Of course, the Mountain Lion Legion is undoubtedly a fourth-level army, but this level four army is limited by the terrain, and can only truly exert the elite combat power of the fourth-level army in special places. In the current wasteland terrain, the Mountain Lion Legion is at most equivalent to a quasi-level four-level army. Therefore, in terms of combat power, the Thunder Lion and the Mountain Lion Legion can be said to be the same. Even because the Thunder Lion has been fighting in wastelands, plains and other terrains since its establishment, and it is also the configuration of standard heavy infantry and the investment in military issues with Sean and William without any effort, so in terms of combat power alone, the Thunder Lion is stronger than the Mountain Lion Legion.

Of course, what is more important is that Alfred's Thunder Lion has 5,000 people, while the Mountain Lion Legion is only 3,000 people at this moment.

With almost all the advantages of armaments, troops, and terrain, Alfred really doesn't think his Thunder Lion will be defeated.

So what did he dare not fight this battle?

"Very good, I want to see how you can remove me from the list today!" Rowell shouted angrily. Only at this moment, when he was furious, did he finally have a little bit of the momentum of the Lion King getting angry.

But facing this momentum, Alfred just turned around and returned to his legion as usual.

In the air, only the words he fell down before leaving: "See you on the battlefield."

A simple sentence reveals an unrivaled domineering aura.

The routine negotiations before the war started naturally ended in failure, and the commanders of both sides quickly returned to their respective legions.

Without extra words or hesitation, the two armies, a hundred meters apart, soon began to step forward towards the other party's lineup.

Neither the mountain lion army was born in the mountain army or the thunder lion composed of heavy infantry troops, neither side attacked long-rangely, so the two armies did not make any defensive advancement. They were like lion groups whose prey was about to attack, slowly and firmly advancing towards the enemy.

The sound of the army's steps was not very loud at the beginning, and everyone was just moving in silence.

The distance of 100 meters is not long, but it is not so short that it starts to fight in just one or two minutes.

However, as the distance between them shortened, the roar of thunder began to increase gradually, and the murderous aura from the battle on the battlefield began to gradually rise among the two armies and became thicker and thicker. At this moment, both sides seemed to feel that the whole world seemed to have become still. Not only was there no breeze, but even the footsteps of the companions as they moved forward disappeared. Everything around was not only silent but also silent, but everyone began to hold a breath in their hearts, and the anger was getting stronger and stronger. It was getting stronger and stronger, as if it was about to gush out of their chests at any time.

Alfred didn't understand what this was before. But now he knows it very well.

This is the murderous intent.

It is the murderous intent that belongs to the army. It is the awesome murderous intent formed by the unity of five thousand soldiers. It is also what Sean calls "field", "power" and "domain", which belong to the momentum that belongs only to the army. If this momentum is more condensed, even to a level that is sufficiently manifested, even if the strong people in the holy realm fall into this environment, they will feel like they are trapped in a quagmire. This is also the secret of the army to deal with the strong people.

Judging from this momentum, Alfred knew that his confidence and confidence were correct.

He, and his Thunder Lion, are stronger than Rowell's Mountain Lion Legion!

This strong confidence filled his chest, and then turned into a blazing torrent of violent torrent that surged in his body. It seemed that he would break out of his chest at any time. But he could only hold it in and endure it, allowing the torrent to constantly compress and condense in his chest, because it was not the time for an explosion.

When the distance between the two armies was shortened from one hundred meters to fifty meters, the silent and solemn aura became stronger and more obvious.

Rowell couldn't help but raise his brow slightly, and his heartbeat couldn't help but slow down when he felt the momentum emitted from the thunder lion.

Because at this moment, he suddenly felt a sense of awe-inspiring aura that he had only felt when he was head-on with the Tequila Black Guard.

"Impossible!"

Rowell's face was as gloomy as water. He took a deep breath and completely wiped out the fear that had just emerged in his heart. His mood returned to the same as before, but although his momentum still did not change at all, the momentum of the entire mountain lion army was inevitably slowed down a little because of the pause at this moment. And this part would not matter in normal times, but it would be a little dangerous when facing the Thunder Lion, which was not inferior to the Mountain Lion Army's combat power.

Because Alfred had keenly captured the hesitation of the Mountain Lion Legion at this moment.

Alfred, whose eyes were shining brightly, did not give the Mountain Lions a chance to breathe and recover. Alfred fully utilized this momentum that was slowed down by Rowell's change in mood, and completely erupted his murderous intent. When feeling the momentum of Alfred, the head coach, the soldiers of the Thunder Lion were not afraid at all. They became more silent, and the murderous intent emitted from their bodies became more solid.

All of this makes the momentum emitted by the Thunder Lion even more amazing.

finally!

When the distance between the two sides was shortened from fifty meters to only twenty meters, Alfred let out a slightly hoarse roar in his throat.
To be continued...