The first thousand two hundred and sixty-ninth chapters are melodious
On July 17, 835 in the Julian calendar, the United Nations announced the official start of the "Sword of Justice" peacekeeping operation.
Troops from more than fifty countries, with a total strength of more than 200,000, began to attack Leiria.
To grab money, things, and women... Well, in order to save the innocent people of Leiria who are in dire straits, punish evil, uphold justice, eliminate cruel tyrants, and bring freedom and democracy to the people of Leiria...
Everyone ran faster than the other. They were afraid that they would arrive late and not be able to grab money, things and women.
However, since the troops came from different countries, there was a long way to go. In addition, there was no central command structure and no unified organization. Therefore, the entire operation was extremely chaotic at the beginning.
On the day when the official start of the operation was announced, while the troops from the Elf Kingdom thousands of miles away were still boarding the ship, the Kingdom of Casmonlia, which borders the Kingdom of Leiria, relied on its geographical advantage to take action first.
The Kingdom of Casmonlia and the Kingdom of Leiria have always been known as brotherly states, and there are many intermarriages between them. But there is an ancient proverb: For a rich man, the most annoying thing in the world is
What I hate most is that my relatives are my neighbors. And the most annoying thing is that the neighbors who live next to me are my relatives.
They are always thinking about something of their own, and if they are not careful, they will be taken advantage of. It is really disgusting.
The Kingdom of Casmonlia and the Kingdom of Leiria are not only relatives, but also neighbors. Naturally, this relationship is not much better.
At eight o'clock that morning, the peacekeeping troops of the Kingdom of Casmonlia, who had been waiting at the border, eagerly crossed the border, entered the territory of the Kingdom of Leiria, and went straight to the important local town - the city of Karolia.
Those bastards were all in high spirits, as if the Chinese New Year was about to come, and they planned to go to Karolia City to grab some things... uh... to maintain peace.
But to their disappointment, when their forward troops just saw the city wall, the Lord of Karolia City immediately announced an uprising, replaced the United Nations flag on the city head, and joined the crusade against the rebels without hesitation.
De Rossi among the righteous ranks.
If that's all it is, that's fine.
You can also pretend not to know, then run into the city to grab a lot of things, and then turn around and say a few words, "I'm sorry. I made a mistake. I won't do it next time, I won't do it next time, hahaha..."
No matter how great it is, just randomly grab a few temporary workers, scapegoats and so on. Just to make up the numbers.
But the city lord of Carolia is also extremely cunning. He sent people to cities with railway telegraph stations in advance, and then spent a lot of money to electrify the entire continent.
Make this news known to everyone.
In this way, everyone will naturally be embarrassed to take action again.
Almost all the brothers in the Kingdom of Casmonlia were so angry that they were about to explode: Grandma, I woke up very early and went to a late market.
Everyone spent so much effort and marched for more than 40 kilometers, and everyone was so tired that their tongues stuck out like dogs. In the end, they worked for a long time in vain and caught nothing.
But for the United Nations, this is great news.
No matter what the facts are, there is no doubt that on the day the war started, the peacekeepers liberated a large city in Leiria.
In the words of historians, where the king's master came, the righteous flag pointed out, and the people ate pots of pulp.
Although the word 'King's Division' needs to be replaced with 'Allied Forces', in the end, it is still a very respectable matter.
Therefore, when good news came, the morale of the peacekeeping force was greatly boosted.
Everyone is full of confidence: with the coalition's 200,000 troops and the Bilerian army of 70,000, even a fool can see that the coalition forces have an overwhelming advantage.
What's more, among Leiria's 70,000 troops, it is still unknown how many movements De Rossi can command. Even the most optimistic estimates suggest that no more than half of them can obey De Rossi's orders.
Facing the overwhelming peacekeeping force, the noble officials in Leiria probably gave up.
Anyway, this matter has nothing to do with them. At most, they just lost some money and surrendered the peacekeeping force. They should be generals and they should be city lords.
The United Nations is very optimistic about the war. It is generally estimated that it will only take a month at most for the "Sword of Justice" operation to be successfully concluded. Everyone rolled up the packages they grabbed, including the women, and went home happily. Please move your legs faster.
Yes, maybe we can catch up with the Bacchanalia.
More optimistic estimates even estimate that it will only take a week to resolve the battle - with the current public sentiment and morale of the Kingdom of Leiria, wherever the peacekeeping troops arrive, they will immediately rebel and join the peacekeeping troops to attack De Rossi.
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At most, attacking Ryder City, the capital of Leiria, might be a little troublesome.
This military operation is more like an armed parade from various countries than a war.
Global Gaming Group also takes advantage of every opportunity to make a fortune.
They made a special offer for this purpose, aiming to liberate all of Leiria and see how much time they could spend.
As soon as this betting was launched, it immediately aroused enthusiastic responses from lottery players.
In everyone's eyes, this kid De Rossi was brave enough to kill the king's family and his own father. He was a character, but that was all.
In the face of absolutely powerful strength, any conspiracy or conspiracy is just a cloud.
This time, the grandson is dead~!
While everyone was reveling in the Holy Light Continent, at the same time, the Spiritual Imperial City Akadelin.
"Squeak~"
With a dry and unpleasant sound, a dusty door was pushed open.
The dust accumulated over the years fell down like raindrops.
The long-lost sunshine shone into the dark room, and a man wrapped in a black robe stood in front of the door, staring into the empty room.
The air indoors is dull and full of pungent stale smell.
The man in black robe didn't seem to care at all and stepped into the room.
There is a thick layer of dust on the ground, and every step you take leaves a deep footprint.
The man in black robe slowly walked up the stone steps surrounding the walled building.
The area of this room is not large, but the surprising thing is: I don't know how high it is, and I can't see the top when I look up. There is a black hole above my head.
The room was deathly silent. It was dark and cold.
The stone steps extend upward step by step, straight into the darkness, as if they are a dead end leading to hell.
The man in black robe was not affected by the environment at all and patiently climbed up step by step.
After probably walking for thousands of levels, a spot of light finally appeared on the top of the man's head.
With the footsteps of the man in black robe, the light spot became larger and larger, gradually revealing a platform penetrated by the sun.
It turns out that the top of the stone steps is a small platform.
In the middle of the platform, a huge bell hangs, quietly bathing in the sunlight.
Climbing onto the platform, the view suddenly opened up, and the cool breeze rustled the robes of the black-robed man.
A group of swans flapped their wings and slowly passed by the black-robed man. These elegant birds were so close that they seemed like they could be caught with just one stretch of the hand.
Standing on the platform and looking out, the entire Arkadelin Imperial City suddenly appeared at the feet of the man in black robe~!
Standing here feels like being high in the clouds.
From a bird's eye view, the scenery of the imperial city of Arkadelin is unobstructed.
On the horizon are green fields, and the majestic city walls of Arkadelin are as thin as silk threads.
From far to near, the lower city area, the military camp, the university field, the market area, the commercial street, the upper city area, the inner city wall of the Guards barracks, the wealthy area, the government area, and even the Great Demon Temple at your feet, the Semitic Palace...
Everything, all the scenery, is vividly visible and has a panoramic view.
The majestic imperial city with a history of two thousand years exudes a rich and gorgeous atmosphere, which is fascinating.
But the man in black robe was not even interested in taking a glance. He raised his arms to block the sun, and cursed in a low voice with dissatisfaction, "Damn weather."
Then I walked half a circle around Big Ben, which looked like a small house, and found the hammer hanging on the side by a chain.
The bell hammer is made of pig iron, has a diameter of more than a foot, weighs a thousand kilograms, and is covered with dust.
The man in black robe stretched out his skinny palm like a bird's claw, waved his big sleeve and swept it away. A strong wind blew and swept away the floating dust on it.
The man in black robe patted the clock hammer, pressed his palm on the smooth surface of the clock hammer, and shook his arm slightly.
The heavy weight of the clock was as light as a reed stick in his hand. The hammer moved back, and the hanging iron chain made a crunching sound that made your teeth sore.
Seemingly slow but actually fast, the clock hammer suddenly retreated a few feet, and then rushed over at a faster speed. The iron hammer cast in the shape of a ram's head hit the big clock heavily, causing sparks to fly.
The dust covering the big clock suddenly jumped up and fell down one after another.
"Bang..."
A dull and trembling sound.
The loud sound waves spread throughout the city like a tsunami.
The loud sound was enough to shock ordinary people and cause them to lose their hearing. However, the man in black robe was not affected and continued to push the heavy bell hammer, hitting the big bell harder and harder every time.
The ringing of bells started here and spread out in all directions, covering the entire city of Arkadelin.
Everyone heard the melodious bells clearly.
The sound of the bell was like magic. Pedestrians on the street stopped, the coachman tightened his reins, and people in the shops hurriedly ran out. The busy street suddenly froze.
Everyone stood on the street, raising their heads and staring blankly at the towering spiers of the Demon Temple, as if they were crazy.
"It was clicked."
"The big...big bell, it's ringing."
"How many years? Six hundred or a thousand years?"
"The big bell is ringing."
"The big bell is ringing~!"
Morgan was playing a game called golf with Joseph in the garden. Legend has it that it was passed down from humans.
Just as Morgan was about to put the ball into the last hole, Joseph suddenly dropped the club, looked at the sky in the distance in surprise, and murmured: "The bell rang..."
Morgan's hand slipped and he missed the shot. The ball rolled across the hole. He raised his head and asked in confusion: "What bell is ringing?"
"Big Ben in the palace is ringing." Joseph said blankly.
Morgan was stunned for a few seconds, and suddenly his expression changed dramatically. He threw the club in his hand, picked up Joseph, who was still in a daze, and yelled hastily: "Get away, something big has happened."
In the Prime Minister's Office next to the palace, the secretary opened the door of the Prime Minister's room in panic.
There was a loud "bang", and Prime Minister Madolins trembled in fright, threw away the pen in his hand, raised his head and shouted angrily: "What's going on?"
"It's ringing, it's ringing, it's ringing~!" The secretary raised his finger and pointed out the window. He shouted quickly: "The palace's Big Ben is ringing."
Madolins was stunned for a moment, suddenly jumped up, kicked down his seat, strode out with strong steps, and shouted: "Go to the palace..."
After saying this, Madolins was suddenly stunned. No one had lived in the palace for thousands of years.
"Go to the temple~!" Madolins ordered loudly, rushing towards the temple first.
At the same time, the officials and nobles who heard the bell dropped what they were doing and jumped up and rushed towards the Great Demon Temple in the center of the city as fast as they could.
This big bell hanging above the head of the entire city will only be rung when there are important national events.
For example, the death of an emperor, the enthronement of a new emperor, the emperor's wedding, the canonization of a prince, and other major events that affect the fate of the country.
However, the Semitic people have not had an emperor for more than a thousand years. The one who rings the Big Ben at this moment can only be the High Priest of the Undead, the supreme ruler of the Semitic people. He rings this big bell that represents the fate of the entire Semitic people.
Everyone is thinking about the same question, what big thing happened? In other words, what big thing is going to happen?
Uneasiness occupied everyone's heart, and everyone rushed in one direction, the large square in front of the Demon Temple.
The originally empty square was soon filled with nervous Semitic people. They looked eagerly into the tall Demon Temple, eager to know why the bells that had been deposited for hundreds of years were ringing again.
The last time it rang, it was to drive out the war events of mankind and welcome the triumphant spiritual warriors who restored the Caribbean.
At this moment, the door of the Demon Temple was open, and people kept running in a hurry and rushing into the Demon Temple.
The royal family, the prime minister, the chiefs of various departments, the admirals of the Imperial Guard, the military commanders, the people who ruled the country walked into the deep Demon Temple as fast as they could.
When Madolins ran into the Great Demon Temple out of breath, the undead high priest in gray robes was slowly pacing back and forth in front of the altar.
Cameron stood silently behind him.
Madolins bowed respectfully to the High Priest of the Undead.
The high priest just glanced at Madolins, hummed slightly, and waved his hand to signal Madolins to sit down.
Madolins sat in the front row with uneasiness, quietly observing the people in the Demon Temple, wondering why the big bell that had been silent for hundreds of years was ringing.
Edwood was also among them, and he was standing closest to the High Priest of the Undead.
It can be seen that his status among the lich has been upgraded to second only to the High Priest of the Undead. On the contrary, Herod, who has been competing with him, is not here.
Next to Edwood was another lich. Although they only met once, Madolins knew this person and was called his teacher.
As a lich, his identity has always been a mystery. He suddenly appeared in front of the High Priest of the Undead and was immediately trusted and reused.
Even Edwood, a jealous man, maintained his courtesy towards him.
Another person next to the mysterious lich surprised Madolins.
He is a human, and he is wearing a white robe, which is very eye-catching among the black lichs.
He was short and thin, with a face that showed the vicissitudes of suffering, and a pair of slender eyes that revealed a sorrowful light.
Madolins knew this man, the Bishop of the Holy See of Light who had defected from humanity. Legend has it that he was persecuted by Lorraine, and he and Lorraine were sworn enemies.
After changing his supporter, he was immediately kicked out by Lorraine. On the eve of Lorraine's plan to kill him, he took the risk of smuggling from humans to the Semitic tribe. He suffered many hardships along the way. When he walked to the Semitic coast, only the remaining
One breath.
Because of his experience in Vatican, he is an important source of intelligence for the Human Curia.
Madolins had some guesses about what happened today, but he couldn't be sure because it was so unexpected.
People kept walking into the Demon Temple, and the Great Demon Temple, which had always been empty, became increasingly crowded.
In front of the high priest, everyone bowed obediently and did not dare to make any sound.
Although the crowd was large, it was still quiet.
The high priest suddenly stopped and turned to face the thousands of people in the temple. He said in a hoarse voice: "I know you are all confused as to why the big bell is ringing."
The eyes of the high priest patrolled the audience, and he raised his voice and said: "I have decided to launch an expedition against mankind now~!"
Although his words were not high-pitched, they were like thunder and lightning, exploding in the ears of the people with a flash of lightning. The minds of everyone in the Demon Temple went blank.
Although they knew this was inevitable, the High Priest had been preparing for this for hundreds of years, and saw this war as the key to the survival of the Dark Mage clan.
But this war came so suddenly...?
"Is it finally here?" Madolins thought to himself. He had been looking forward to this day for countless days, but when the day finally came, Madolins had a strange feeling in his heart.
He seemed not to want this day to come. It would be best for the Semites to always prepare for war rather than start a war.
Madolins was surprised why he had such cowardly thoughts. Even a leader of the war faction like him didn't want war to happen?
"No, of course not." Madolins told himself secretly in his heart. When he was on the battlefield many years ago, he determined to expedition to the human continent and establish his own immortal achievements.
"Why is that?" Madolins lowered his head and frowned in thought, suddenly realizing that he was afraid of failure~!
Deep in his heart, he was still afraid that Ling Shan would repeat the same mistakes he made a thousand years ago and come back defeated, having to lick his wounds for hundreds of years before recovering.
Last time, their spiritual flashes were stronger than now, and humans were weaker than now, but they still failed.
The current human power is ten times that of their Semitic tribe, can they still win?
The most powerful strategic weapon, the war fortress, has failed. Humans have artillery as a battlefield weapon. Can they win?
Although he was extremely reluctant to admit it, Madolins had to admit that their chances of winning were slimmer than they were a thousand years ago.
Is it too hasty to start a war at this time? (To be continued...)
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