Edge of the Apocalypse

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update of the latest chapters on Edge of Doom!In the evening, a military camp quietly stood up in the wilderness not far from the city of Shubia.Standing on the city wall and looking around, you can see a continuous stretch of tents.Various flags on the tent moved with the wind in the evening light, and the shields and swords placed outside the tent reflected golden halos.A stream of cooking smoke rose in the camp, but there were still people arriving outside the camp.

Allen's tent had already been set up. It was a single tent, gray and white, with the demon wolf battle flag standing on it.He himself was in a field outside the camp, where seven or eight grass men were erected.The straw men were tied up by soldiers. They were tightly tied to sharpened wooden stakes and nailed to the ground. The distance between each straw man was different, and the distance was different.Regis looked at these grassy people, holding his chin in his hands with a puzzled expression: "What are you going to do with them?"

"Try it." The long knife in Allen's hand is not the Scarlet King, nor the Dragon Flame, but an ordinary steel knife. Its only advantage is that it does not cut corners.In fact, no weapons dealer dared to do anything with the standard equipment of the Imperial team.Allen stood in front of these grass men with a knife, three meters away from the nearest grass man, and the farthest one was at least ten meters away.He squinted his eyes, and suddenly swung a knife.

The left arm of the grass man nearest to him flew up, and the other grass man behind his left side tore a gap in his chest.Allen frowned, turned around and walked back, raising his hand for another knife.This time, the two grassmen on the right were hit by the knife at the same time, and the grass was flying.

Regis next to him yawned: "What are you doing?"

Allen shrugged. When he was fighting countless different beasts on the scorched ground deep in his consciousness, the scene of one enemy one thousand, or even ten thousand enemies was still vivid.He intends to combine the experience of that battle and the experience he has experienced all the way to the north to create new sword skills.He has ideas and feelings, but it is another matter to actually use them.In the world of consciousness, there is no physical bondage, he turns into fire, becomes wind, and his mind is ever-changing, and all attacks are eclectic.But now, with a single knife, he can't reach the level of freedom in the world of consciousness.

He swung a third knife.

This time the last grass man exploded, and Allen simply plunged the knife into the ground and stopped thinking hard.

"People are always accustomed to focusing on one thing. Being able to do two things with one mind is already a talent. Three uses and four uses? That is basically a monster, and as far as I know, no such character has appeared. "There was an abrupt voice, Belleky smoked a pipe and stood next to Regis for unknown time.It wasn't until he spoke that Regis jumped up subconsciously, his expression embarrassed.Belleky walked to the side of Allen, suddenly raised his hand with a wave, and shot several black lines from his palm, nailing them to the grass men.

Allen looked at it, and every grass man had a throwing knife stuck in his chest.Some of them were blocked by the grass men, so Bellekay's seemingly simple attack contained a lot of knowledge in it.Belleky shrugged: "Since there is no way to count it, don't deliberately target every opponent. Let the blade replace your eyes and let it decide which targets to attack. The key is whether you can trust it. ?"

After beckoning, the throwing knives flew back to Belleky's hands, and Ye Ying walked back.Allen suddenly plucked his knife and slashed without hesitation.Regis frowned, unable to understand the purpose of Allen's knife.Belleky stopped

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) Come and sigh: "Could it be that Earl Alan has the current strength at a young age, and your talent is so high that I have only seen it in my life. When I was your age, don't say This knife can't even be swung halfway."

Allen exhaled and smiled and said, "That's also a reminder from Lord Ye Ying, otherwise I can't get the knife just now."

"Don't be humble, with your talent, that cut will happen sooner or later."

Regis frantically said: "Don't patronize the puzzle, who will tell me what happened just now?"

Just after speaking, the seven or eight people standing on the ground flew their heads at the same time, and they scattered into the ground and grew grass.Regis opened his lips, he seemed to understand something, but he didn't seem to understand anything.

"Oh, yes." Belleky patted his head and said: "Almost forgot to do business, Earl Alan, Woodrick wants you to attend the evening combat meeting."

"Thank you for notifying, Lord Yeying."

"Just call me by name. I'm a sir or something." Bellekay said with a smile.

In the evening, a messenger came to see Alan and took him to Woodrick's military account.There were only a few people standing in the military tent, and the dragon general Woodrick was looking at a sandbox on the table.Next to him was Adjutant McCarty, a man with a mustache and a solemn expression.Julian was full of excitement, but he was still able to control his mood and was not stupid enough to direct Woodrick to work.Whenever the general asked for his opinion politely, the prince always gave the decision to Woodrick after giving his opinion.

In this way, Julian's voice was in the military tent, but it also showed his respect for Woodrick.In general, Julian played more as a witness and participant in this crusade, but he was definitely not a commander.He has no experience in commanding a large army, not to mention Woodrick, even Allen is a hundred times better than him.So far, Julian has strictly adhered to his duties and has not interfered in military affairs. This is commendable.

Bellekay is the one who has enough weight in the military account, but also leisurely enough.He seemed to be lacking in interest in the marching war. He sat alone and swallowed the fog. When he saw Alan, he lazily greeted him and continued to enjoy his fog grass.

"Earl Ellen, come and see..." Woodrick beckoned, motioning Ellen to come forward.Allen was also welcome and came to the table.There is a sand table on the table, and you can clearly see the Furhorn Forest and Myrahan behind.The city of Milahan is actually not that big, but it is an important pass guarding the Gushan Icefield.The Empire will set up such a city here, and it also has its strategic significance in it.

It can be said that Milahan is a gateway to the Lonely Mountain Icefield, and this gateway is extremely tight.Woodrick made a brief introduction for it, and Mirahan can be regarded as a small fortress.The city was thick with high walls and was originally guarded by a battalion of the Bucks, but before the declaration of the Flame Cannon, the defenders of Mirakhan were replaced.Instead of the Bucks Army is a private army of a Count, and Count Jerio is definitely a real power lord.His personal army "Hellhounds" is well-trained, with cavalry, musket, and infantry in addition to the three conventional arms, as well as a special team.

It was an army made up of hundreds of evil wolves, a real beast.Count Jerio has

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) A group of beast trainers, they catch wild wolves for training, and put them into battle.The animal trainer will apply a special potion to the allies, they will emit a scent that only wild wolves can smell, in order to distinguish the enemy from the enemy.In addition, the beast trainer also formulated several special strategies for these beasts according to the needs of the battlefield. One of the fire wolf tactics is quite a headache.

"But the biggest headache for me is not the dogs raised by Jeriomon, but Milahan himself. Unless Jeriocan surrenders, we will have to pay a considerable amount to break Meirahan with our strength. Price. By the way, our Earl Jerio is a 27th-level epee himself."

"So..." Putting down the smoker, Belleky blinked: "Before the siege, I don't mind taking the head of this Count Jerio."

"No, Lord Nightshade." Woodrick shook his head and said, "I hope you keep intact. Your opponent should be Mason, not Jerio. Although it's a little troublesome, Milahan is not qualified to stop him. The pace of the dragon army, so please feel free to leave it to us in this first battle."

"Listen to it," Belleky said, but he didn't care about his suggestion and rejected it to the general.

Seeing the miniature model of Milahan on the sand table, Allen squinted.At this moment Belleky looked at him intentionally or unintentionally, with a smile on his mouth.

"Hurry up! You lazy guys, who told me to see him slacking off? The whip in my Lord Rock's hand is not a display!" A naked, oily-skinned man held the whip in the air and pulled it out. Crackling lightly.Sometimes he would use a long whip on a certain coolie, leaving a blood stain, but no coolie dared to complain. After all, not far away, soldiers wearing black armor and vicious dog helmets were staring at him.

It was a soldier of the "Hellhound" Legion, and the coolies believed that under those helmets were faces from hell.They are transporting square blocks of stone onto the city wall to strengthen and elevate the defense wall of Mirakhan.At the same time, trebuchets, artillery and other equipment that require dozens of people to pull together are also being transported to the city's guard walls, making the city that was originally a fortress stronger.

Jerry was standing on the wall.

This earl is in his prime of life, he is very burly, even among the tall northern men, the height of 230 cm is still rare.Count Jerio is like a moving hill, his body is simple, but the absolutely heavy armor makes the count look more like a war fortress.The straight spikes on the armor and the embossed hellhound on the breastplate made the earl exude a breath of terror.The earl’s apothecary would hide sulfur in that armor, and through several small mechanisms, he could spray out flames when needed.It can not only hurt the enemy, but also create the stage effect the earl wants.According to Jerio, he looked more like a demon from hell then.

Jerio was leaning on his great sword "Spike Tooth", which was a great sword with interlaced canine teeth. It would never feel comfortable to be chopped by this sword, and this fits well with the earl’s love to torture enemies with pain. style.The earl watched with satisfaction as the third catapult was pulled to the guard wall and fixed in the position he wanted.He remembered what Mason said when he left: "Armed Milaham to the teeth, my Lord Earl."

"I'm doing this," Jerry murmured.

(End of this chapter)

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