The commander of the "Hundred Rebel Army" is also quite famous among the Black Flag Wingmen Group. The daimyo is the head of the middle-aged greasy and senior gang of Irasa Selverik and Fierce Wind Wingmen. Now he is in the most proud and fulfilling stage in his life.

This name sounds quite bold, and it feels like it was born a nobleman with a long family. Although anyone familiar with him knows that although this guy claims to be a descendant of the ancient Wingman royal family, he is a natural bad species born of bandits of the Five Generations. However, this is not important. Anyway, half of the Wingman thieves from Mount Namoa will find themselves a noble ancestor of the ancient Wingman kingdom, and everyone is used to it.

Irasa is one of the largest bandit groups in Mount Namoa, the leader of the Liewing Flag Association. He is also a figure in the one-acre three-point land of the Black Flag Wingers. Moreover, compared with those bandits on the same wings as him, he is a smart person, at least he knows how to seek profit and avoid harm, and knows to change his mind. Therefore, the big leaders of his level died one after another in the war of the Necromancers. Because he tried his best to preserve his life and most of the main forces, he still lived quite well.

The 100,000 mountains in Namoa are too vast, so vast that they cannot completely block and sweep them. Irasa feels that it is not impossible to take his remaining subordinates in the mountains for a lifetime. Anyway, most of the competitors have already died, and there is a lot of room for survival. If possible, it is not impossible to integrate the remaining remnants of the Black Flag Winged Man and call him the King of the Winged Man in a closed door.

This is indeed the idea that Irasa only had after he brought his troops who had preserved most of his combat power to return to the mountains of Namoa. He was already an old middle-aged greasy man. He could not even wear armor with his big belly. His big wings could bring up a gust of oily wind. After chopping and cooking, he could boil enough chicken soup for ten people to drink. Now he can't even fly for hundreds of meters. It's good to be a mountain king and spend the rest of his life in peace.

However, when he was dreaming of midnight, he always tossed and turned, thinking about the lost youth back then. When he was still a young winged man leader who was both civil and military (self-proclaimed), talented and wise (thinking of himself), he really thought of unifying the 100,000 mountains and establishing a domineering career of winged man... This youth that will eventually pass has become an obsession that he cannot avoid.

Perhaps his obsession really moved the already cold bloodthirsty king of Heaven. One day, a sneaky gray-robed masked man came to his village.

"Do you want the 100,000 mountains of Namoa? Want a new Winged Man crown? I put everything there! But, all this requires your efforts."

The lines of this gray-robed masked man are really superb, and even such sneaky outfits cannot cover up his round body shape. It is logical that such a passionate line of kings is not convincing. But the other party is really a talented person, and the words are nice. In addition, he is also a fat man, Irasa likes him very much.

So, he was incited with passion and decided to rise up in the end. The chubby gray robe became the military advisor, magic consultant and diplomatic advisor of the "Winged Man King". With the efforts of this pair of monarchs and ministers, the remaining winged people on Mount Namoa were united, and the undead lords, the remnants of orcs who fled to the 100,000 mountains, and even many dark creatures who were driven out of the dark area became members of this alliance.

These demons and monsters have gained unprecedented cohesion because all those who are unwilling to obey the orders of the "Winged Man King" and the military advisor will either be convinced by reason or they will never hear any truth.

"But, what are we going to do when we unite? We can't just raise the banner and say that it was founding a country, right? Although we are still strong now, we are not the opponent of the Federation! Even the Sixth Legion of Daroshul can't deal with it." Although he was proud and excited, Irasa, who has always claimed to be a clever faction, still has great doubts. He knew very well that with the power of the Black Flag Winged Man, even in the heyday, he was definitely not the opponent of the Eastern Legion on the front battlefield. At most, he relied on the terrain to play hide-and-seek with people.

At this time, of course, it was the turn of the military advisor to shake the fan that did not exist and the "Winged Man King" to analyze it carefully. The military advisor who was chubby, wearing a robe and a funny and even cute cat mask, said this: "The Federation is about to fight a civil war."

“Eh?”

"Yes, my informant in the federal government told me that the current head of state Russell is too good to cause trouble, so his enemies, those clans, will definitely cause some big things. Perhaps, they will be launched in just a few days."

"Oh...so that!" Yilasa nodded, without doubting him. He has gotten along well with the chubby military advisor these days, and trusts the other party very much, and can be regarded as a model for the monarch and minister.

"So, we're going to do that?"

"We have also made some trouble here to attract the main force of the Eastern Legion into the mountains. Then, destroy them."

"...Sir, aren't it too radical?"

"Don't worry, my king. In the past two years, the combat effectiveness of the Eastern Legion has been greatly reduced, and most of the veterans who can fight have been forced to retire. Although Astray is capable, he is young, with limited achievements and prestige. It is the limit to be able to hold the main combat soldiers that thousands of people can fight. As long as we can kill his troops, the eastern border of the Federation will be equivalent to being unprepared, and we can let us come and go freely and plunder at will. As for the Federal land, we will inevitably fall into civil strife and cannot look east for a long time. When they settle down, their national strength will inevitably be greatly damaged. We can take this opportunity to take over Daroshul and a series of islands in the East, and use this as bargaining chips to force the new federal government to recognize our new throne in the mountains of Namoa." The military advisor said.

Yilasar thought for a while and felt that there was no problem at all. He immediately grabbed the military advisor's hand and said in tears: "If I get a sir, I will be like a sir!"

Well, this is really not a good example. But most people don’t know it? Until now, Emperor Knous and the purple-clothed prime minister Saidoro are still regarded as models of the mutual accompanies of the monarch and ministers by unknown people.

Now, his first and most difficult step in establishing a country, the main force of the Eastern Legion is about to be realized. How could he not be excited?

What, you said that the so-called "Namoan Rebel Alliance" has gone through a lot of hardships to introduce the Sixth Army into its own pre-set battlefield, concentrated the opponent's troops several times, and "divided and surrounded" the opponent's troops. It has occupied all the right time, place, and people, but the battle situation is still in a state of anxiety and even gradually unfavorable. Why is Irasa still full of complacency? Naturally, it is because the military advisor said to him: "The enemy has been in the mountains for several days, and the supplies of the soldiers and food carried on him should have bottomed out. Moreover, if I expected it, the headquarters of the Daroshul Fortress was already in chaos and they could not get any support. Now, although the opponent is very brave, it is also in the end. As long as there is no major progress for a period of time, his blood and energy are exhausted and his morale is low, he will naturally win in one battle."

"So that's it." Irasa felt that it was great to be educated. It can be seen that after he became the real winged king, he should invite some educated scholars to the palace to teach his little kids to bless the god of war. His six sons were all typical black flag-winged bandits, and their heads were covered in mud.

"But first of all, we cannot lose here!" The military advisor pointed to the federal soldiers attacking at the foot of the mountain and explained: "They should be the flag guard regiment of the Sixth Army. They are not many, but they are the most capable veterans and the most experienced combat mage. Fortunately, with the advantage of geographical advantages and military strength, the goblins, dog-headed people and other things will not feel sorry for death. In a few years, a large number of them will be born. The orcs and khans and the crypt lords have always used this tactic, which is very effective. We can learn from other people's advantages."

Irasa continued to nod. As a wise man, he was the best thing about him, he was very pragmatic and willing to learn from others' strengths humbly. He didn't think that the other black flag bosses were obviously a group of bandit leaders, and they always regarded themselves as "noble gods". How big is it? Did he forget it? Even the heyday of the classical Winged Man Kingdom, it was just a fence-between sandwiched between the Samanthal Empire and the Gerza Empire.

"We have to hold on for a while, and wait until they start to get tired, and then send our ace to a fatal blow."

The so-called ace is the troops hidden in the valley at both sides of the hillside. They were more than 300 crypts and more than 1,000 gray dwarves belonging to three tribes. They were all stray dogs who escaped from the dark areas. They were all young and middle-aged people who could still fight, but they could not find them.

They were all loyalists in the Minas Demon Cave. Today, when the Drow elves completely counterattacked, the crypt lords were all made into cockroaches, so these tribes were naturally in panic all day long. You know, even if the Drow elves were barely considered as part of the Justice camp, they were never a magnanimous race. Each of them was still very cruel, no less than the Abyss Lords.

Being pushed into a poisonous insect pit to sacrifice, or fighting to death in a fighting are already considered the most lenient treatment.

Since I didn't choose to take a dog, of course I had to escape.

When the Taurens and the Grey Dwarves fled to the mountains of Namoa, they were all so miserable that they seemed to be refugees, but they were still much more capable than the Black Flag Wingers. After a period of rest, they had recovered some combat effectiveness. Irasa even made up their weapons for them, and now they are regarded as the last and strongest ace reserve team under the command of the "Hundred Rebel Army".

In order to win over them, Irasa also married his four sisters to the Taurus Governor and the three gray dwarf chiefs who led the team. Don’t think reproductive isolation is important. You should know that the aesthetics of almost all races in this world are very decent. Moreover, the average appearance of the Winged Man is actually above humans, and can usually be regarded as a low-end version of the elves. Besides, as long as there are holes, isn’t it enough?

"Maybe your kingdom can become a harmonious United Kingdom of hundreds of races in the future, just like the Minas Demon Cave... no, just like the Golden King of the past." said the military advisor.

This big cake is really outrageous, but it really can't resist the willingness of the Irasa king to believe it!

However, seeing the Federal soldiers who were constantly attacking at the foot of the mountain, he was somewhat shaken, so he said to the military advisor for the ninth time: "Sir, isn't the time yet?"

"No, wait a little longer." said the military advisor.

"But... they all rushed up the hillside. At least two goblin tribes and one dog-headed tribe were crushed, right?"

"We must let them go deeper so that we can surround us!" The military advisor said seriously: "My king, this is also a test of being a king!"

"Brush!" With a piercing sound, an arrow was nailed to the flagpole next to Ilasa.

"This, it's not time?"

"It's not time! My king, this is a test, testing your determination and courage as a king."

"Boom!" A fireball fell ten meters in front of Ilasa, and at least five bear goblins were killed on the spot, and fired a flame on the big wings of more than ten Winged Man guards. The heat wave that rushed towards the face made the Winged Man king feel aching for a moment. He felt that he was about to get oil out.

"Right, can't you do it?"

"Of course not. Our kings are kings. As kings, you must learn to stand firm and stand firm. Have you seen the red clouds floating in the sky? That is, your luck is rising slowly! Don't be afraid of these small twists and turns, and don't be shaken at all! Learn about it as if you are not moving! This is the real king. I will pass on these small things for you."

The chubby military advisor and magic consultant stretched out his hands and pressed it into a handprint. Three fireballs that flew in again and then dissipated in the air, leaving no heat left. Then, the federal mage who had rushed to the front of the opposite side seemed to be hit hard by some invisible impact. His body trembled, his face instantly lost its blood color, and then he collapsed. Fortunately, his comrades around him were all experienced veterans, and he quickly held the fainting combat mage back to the camp behind.

"Look, a little question." The military advisor said proudly: "Can you feel the scenery floating in the red clouds in the sky?"

"But, but, that's so white!" The winged man pointed at the horizon and finally couldn't help but scream: "The white one is floating over, isn't it time yet?"

The fat military advisor thought to himself, then turned his head and squeezed out a smiling face under the cat-face mask: "Of course it hasn't arrived yet... I'm so mean, how could that thing come so quickly?"

The white ark came through the rolling blood clouds, as if light had broken through the burning sky.
Chapter completed!