On the carriage, Misha was so scared that she was shaking all over, but she still mustered up the courage and quietly opened the curtain to check what was going on outside.
In this chaotic battlefield, acrid gunpowder smoke filled the air everywhere. Soldiers from the two countries fought and struggled with each other. Their lives were disappearing at any time, as worthless as grass.
However, a scene that made her despair happened right before her eyes.
Old John was holding a spear and standing tremblingly. He had never experienced such a terrible fight.
Behind him were soldiers with ferocious faces and blood-red eyes.
"Old John——"
Misha quickly stuck her head out anxiously, wanting to remind Old John, but it was already too late.
"Stab it——"
A blood-stained spear penetrated from his chest, and bright red blood flowed from Old John's chest.
At the last moment of his life, Old John did not look at the enemy who had ended him. Instead, he slowly turned his head to look at the carriage where Misha was, and tried his best to put his fingers to his mouth in a "silence" gesture. .
"No"
Misha couldn't help but scream, her eyes red.
But she soon realized that doing so would risk exposure. She forcibly covered her mouth, trembling and huddled on the carriage, letting tears pour freely on her cheeks.
However, Old John's death was just a trivial event on the battlefield, and it was not even a big deal to both sides of the war.
However, the situation on the battlefield has become increasingly complicated. Surrounded by thousands of armored cavalry, there are fewer and fewer hobgoblin soldiers who can stand up. Without a complete unit, they can no longer withstand the cavalry again and again. A charge.
Surrounded by nearly ten times the number of enemies, even with the advantages of equipment and quality of soldiers, the Kingdom's escorts were powerless.
All the guards beside Hart were killed, and he was currently surrounded by nearly a hundred soldiers.
He was covered in blood and let out heart-rending roars, like a beast trapped by hunters.
"Go to hell!"
"You lowly humans!"
"I am a noble dragon-blood noble, the Earl of Burning Ember Kingdom!"
Hart's eyes were red, the scales on his face were slightly open, and white smoke was coming out of his body.
"You damn dragon's minions! Go ahead! Revenge for our compatriots!"
The Knight Commander roared angrily.
Several soldiers behind Hart tentatively thrust out their spears, but they were blocked by the hard scales behind them as if they were pierced into steel.
"Hahahaha, it's useless!"
"This is the power your Majesty gave me!"
He laughed like crazy and used his sharp claws to tear apart the soldier in front of him, and bit off another soldier's arm.
He was like a killing machine, mercilessly harvesting the lives of soldiers.
"Roar——"
With a majestic dragon roar, Hart's whole body trembled violently.
With a ferocious face, he spit out balls of blazing flames, turning the surroundings into a sea of fire. Even the bravest soldiers retreated in panic, for fear of being swallowed up by the raging flames. Hart killed hundreds of elite soldiers by himself, but all the hobgoblin soldiers had been killed, leaving him alone to support them.
The knight commander shouted with red eyes: "He must be killed! Revenge for our comrades!"
Finally, several mages in robes stretched out their staffs. As a strange cold wind fell, Hart's movements became slower and slower, and his face gradually became covered with a layer of frost.
Immediately afterwards, several soldiers swarmed forward, and several spears pierced Hart's still warm heart.
In this way, Hart, the dragon-blooded earl of the Ember Kingdom and the leader of the free trade caravan, died. His death also marked the complete end of this battle and the destruction of this powerful caravan.
At the top of this hillside.
Justice Leo, wearing armor, rode on a tall black horse. He looked down at the messy and smoke-filled battlefield. There was no joy of victory in his eyes.
"My Lord Duke, all the enemies have been killed, a total of 275 people died."
Following the rapid sound of horse hooves, the knight commander who had just retreated from the front line came to report.
Grand Duke Leo frowned slightly and asked: "What about our losses?"
The knight commander lowered his head and hesitated for a moment, then said: "Our total casualties are one thousand two hundred and thirty-four."
Grand Duke Leo looked solemn and couldn't help but sigh: "This is just a caravan escort, not even a regular army of the Kingdom of Burning Ember. And it was still unprepared and surrounded, and it was able to attack Such a level of battle loss ratio.”
"What a terrible army."
Trischka next to him added: "And they are still getting stronger. Now is the best opportunity we can find."
"If they are allowed to develop for another ten years, the consequences will be disastrous."
Grand Duke Leo said calmly: "The matter has come to this, we have no retreat. The all-out war between the Northland and the Kingdom of Burning Ember is about to begin. Justice and evil must have a result, and we - will definitely become the final The winner.”
Trischka looked at the sky, his eyes showing confusion and uncertainty about the future, but he still said:
"I will definitely do it, Your Majesty the Duke will definitely do it."
The caravan's carriage was still burning. During the course of the war, Hart ordered that all the goods be burned to ensure that the enemy would not gain any benefit. However, Bossk's mages had already begun to put out the fire urgently.
However, no one noticed that in this chaotic battlefield filled with smoke, a petite, thin girl moved slowly among the corpses and quietly escaped from this terrible hell.
"Old John."
In the darkness covered by the rock, Misha wiped away her tears. She gritted her teeth and her eyes were filled with hatred.
The girl clenched the old leather whip in her hand - she risked her life to get it from Old John's body, and it was also the last memory he left for himself. Everything that was left of him had been burned to ashes by Bosque's soldiers.
"I will definitely avenge you."
she thought.
A few days later, news of the Bosque Principality's attack on the "Free Trade Caravan" spread throughout the Northland, which made people everywhere feel panic, but the development of the situation soon exceeded their expectations.
The Principality of Bosque officially called this incident the "Battle of Magur" and hyped the victory, saying it was the beginning of the demise of evil.
Immediately afterwards, the Principality of Bosque, the Principality of Carter, the Principality of Fano and other northern countries jointly issued the "Straffburg Agreement", announcing the establishment of the "Anti-Red Dragon Alliance" to the entire Anzeta Wilderness, and officially launched an attack on the Ember Kingdom. declare war.
Suddenly, Anzeta was in a sensation, and the atmosphere everywhere became tense.
Almost everyone knows——
The sky in Anzeta Wilderness is about to change. (End of chapter)