Volume 1: The Rise of Elanhill Chapter 0055 Long Live Ailan Hill
"Ugh..." A soldier from the Alante Empire was awakened by the pain and subconsciously pushed away the body on top of him. His face was covered in blood and a feather arrow was stuck in his body.
He tried hard to recall what had just happened, and then he seemed to remember something horrible, and a look of fear began to appear on his face. He tried hard to sit up, but found that there were corpses all around him.
This place was like hell, with rivers of blood and mountains of corpses. The air was filled with the smell of sulfur mixed with corruption and burning, making people feel like vomiting as soon as they took a breath.
The Holy Demon Empire joined the war... After Alante swept through the Dosen Empire, when they thought they had won the most important battle, the Holy Demon Empire brazenly launched an attack on the Alante Empire in order to balance the power between the mortal empires.
Then, the battle became one-sided. The 20,000 elite troops of the Alante Empire and 40 red cannons collapsed in an instant. The tyrannical Holy Demon Empire used force without even notifying Alante.
"Woo..." Seeing the familiar faces lying on the ground in front of him and looking at the charred bodies of friendly soldiers in the distance, the surviving Alante soldier cried in despair.
When he wanted to stand up crying, a black shadow fell quickly from above his head, and the sound of whistling wind followed. The soldier opened his eyes wide and raised his head, and saw a huge lizard-like head swooping down with its bloody mouth wide open.
"Crack!" Before the soldier could scream, the dragon's mouth tore him in two. His two legs were thrown far away with blood, and the soldier's upper body had already entered the dragon's stomach.
"Alright! Alright! Mortals will get upset if they eat too much, baby!" On the dragon's back, a man wearing armor with patterns gently stroked the scales on the dragon's back. The dragon was no longer violent, and it folded its wings and pressed its front limbs to the ground, letting out a low roar.
On the hillside behind the dragon, a team of less than a thousand men was setting up their camp. All of these soldiers were wearing bright silver armor engraved with inscriptions, and each of them looked like a god descending from heaven.
The mounts of these soldiers are not ordinary war horses, but giant white horses that are completely snow-white, covered with armor, and twice the size of ordinary war horses.
The armor on the leader was even more gorgeous, and the inscriptions engraved on it shone in the sunlight, making his entire face look sacred.
On the outskirts of the camp, dozens of giant dragons were crawling on the ground, forming the most indestructible barrier of the camp.
The poor 20,000-strong army of the Alante Empire was swept away by the Holy Demon Empire troops before them. They were completely slaughtered before they could even fire their cannons.
What was even more terrifying was that they had never even seen the Holy Demon Empire's central army until their death. The army that defeated the 20,000 elite troops of the Alante Empire was only the Holy Demon Empire's vanguard, an air force composed of ten dragon knights. The army in front of them was the main force of the Holy Demon Empire this time.
"General Moss! The enemy's army has been destroyed." Several dragon knights who had just landed walked up to the leading general and threw a blood-stained flag on the ground.
"Very good!" General Moss glanced at the bloody flag on the ground and nodded with satisfaction: "Those who disobey the empire must pay the price."
After saying that, he stepped on the blood-stained flag with his iron boots, looking impatient: "The magic aura here is too weak. I really don't want to waste a whole day here."
"I think they have learned their lesson." An officer who looked like a deputy sneered and said, "If it weren't for the fact that the magical aura here is almost zero, how could we tolerate the existence of such a mortal country?"
"Ildo!" The general looked at his deputy and said, "Now all that's left is to go to the Alante Empire and tell them who is the master of this world!"
"We have another mission this time, which is to investigate how this thing called the Red Cannon appeared in the mortal kingdom..." Deputy General Irdo smiled even more and winked at the dragon knight behind him: "Is Ailan Hill a scapegoat pushed by the Alante Empire?"
The two dragon riders turned and walked towards their dragons. Ildo then took two steps back and returned to his dragon respectfully. He climbed onto the dragon's back. The three dragons flapped their wings and soared into the air amid the flying sand and rocks.
"These mortals... are so worrying." General Moss looked at the three giant dragons flying away, rubbing his neck and sighing with his eyes narrowed.
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"It was Ailanhill who provided the technology! I, Zorn, swear! I just wanted to teach Dosen a lesson and never thought of challenging the dignity of the Holy Demon Empire!" In the central army tent of the Alante Empire, which had already retreated, General Zorn knelt in front of Irdo and cried bitterly, selling out Alante, which was far in the north.
Irdo raised his chin, looking down at the servile man in front of him with disdain, and slowly said, "The loyalty of the Alante royal family is of course seen by the Holy Demon Empire... Retreat thirty miles and leave these lands to the Dosen Empire."
He pulled his feet out of Zorn's arms, snorted coldly and warned: "This is the price you pay for starting a war without permission! Do you understand?"
"Understood! I will immediately order the troops to continue to retreat and cede this place to the Dosen Empire!" When Zorn heard the other party say this, he knew that his life was finally saved. He hurriedly thanked him as if he was meeting a monarch: "Thank you, General, thank you, General!"
In fact, Irdo was not a great general. He was just the captain of the Dragon Knights in the Holy Demon Empire. This time he was under the control of General Moss and was only a deputy general.
But he was secretly happy to hear a mortal calling him the Great General. So he didn't plan to cause trouble for Zorn, and continued to ask about the topic that interested him: "So, General Zorn, tell me, what do you know about the Principality of Elanhill?"
Zoen really wanted to answer Irdo's question honestly. He really didn't know much about Ailanhill. He was even planning to go back and kill Ailanhill after defeating the Dosen Empire.
But he didn't dare to say so. He could only stammer and answer some things he heard from others, such as the wooden furniture, the red cannon, and the very useful fire starter, the match...
In fact, he knew less about Ailan Hill than Frunzberg, who was far away in the Holy Demon Empire two months ago, so Doildo's help was not much. After listening to a lot of nonsense, Ildo finally interrupted Zorn's endless chatter and patiently told him to get out.
"Sir... this is not much different from the information we already know..." A dragon knight following Irdo stepped forward and said, "Do we still have to go north and visit Ailan Hill in person?"
"What a joke! I'm not crazy!" Irdo glanced at him and said impatiently: "General Moss is already impatient, we certainly can't go to the north to waste time."
At this point, he pouted outside the tent and ordered, "Let these mortals go north to Elan Hill and flatten it... No matter how much they lose in the end, it has nothing to do with us, right?"
"Mortals fighting against mortals? Great! Sir!" His men immediately flattered him, as if they had heard of this strategy for the first time.
Ildo was not fooled and scolded with a smile: "This is an old trick we have used for hundreds of years. Why are you bragging about it?" However, although he said it, there was no scolding in his tone.
"Anyway, we will be able to wait for the result in two months. Will Ailan Hill be crushed by Alante, or will Alante be defeated?" In fact, Irdo, who was very proud of his own strategy, was still very satisfied with this plan: "No matter what the result is, we can just go and crush the winner, right?"
" Hahahaha !" Several dragon knights held the patterned swords at their waists and laughed triumphantly with Irdo, as if they had already won.
As they laughed, a team of four was marching out of the gate of the barracks outside Seris City in neat steps. As they walked, the dark muzzles of their guns swung left and right, and the gray M42 simplified steel helmets rolled forward in the sun, with no end in sight.
On the other side of the road, war horses were pulling all kinds of carriages heading in the same direction. The carriages were full of soldiers holding rifles. They had firm eyes and believed they would win.
Behind the carriage they were sitting in, cannons of all kinds were shaking violently as the wooden wheels rolled. Dust was raised from under the wheels, spreading far away and mixing with the dust raised by other wheels, covering the sky and the sun.
"Long live Ailan... Hill!" As the army marched in neat steps, the commanders holding their swords shouted slogans one after another. When their slogans ended, all the soldiers followed in step and shouted heroically: "Long live Ailan... Hill!" Wagron, riding on his warhorse, raised his chin and watched his army leave the training base expressionlessly.
In the distant Mayne, the same scene was happening, with countless soldiers marching out of their camps; in the more distant Ferry City, loud shouts of "Long Live Ailan Hill" resounded through the sky. In the northern parts of these territories, the black golden eagle flag fluttered in the wind, and countless soldiers marched out of the earthen forts, out of the North County, and out of the vast sea...
