Initially, everything was black.
Then, the first light appeared, the solidified water droplets fell to the river sea, and the silent creature opened its eyes. In the timer, 94670778 seconds passed quickly, the hands of the world turned 2248 years, 4 months, 6 days and 13 hours, the sun rose and the moon set, the hourglass was silent, the cry of the newborn came from the tomb, all history has become history, all is happening now.
“The servants have lost 4,000 men, Lord Legionnaire.” The scout in light armor with blood on his face fell off his horse with a thud, and immediately struggled to stand up to report the battle to the commander. .
The legion commander sitting on the back of a tall four-legged beast raised his eyelids carelessly, fiddling with a peeled grape in a delicate porcelain plate with his fingers, watching the crystal clear green fruit rolling around on the plate, “Four thousand? Report back to me when the loss reaches six thousand.” He waved his hand lazily, signaling the soldiers to step back. The scout bowed deeply to the commander aloft, covering his chest with his hands and hiding in the crowd.
“That… adjutant of baggage?” The legion commander hooked his fingers. An officer riding a dragon on the ground immediately appeared beside him and took off his helmet: “The cloud ladder and battering ram are ready. The south gate and the north gate are each equipped with twenty-two heavy catapults, one hundred and four heavy catapults. The crossbow, the ghoul sappers have dug five hundred and fifty yards, and the siege tower can be built in fifteen minutes, Lord Legionnaire.”
The commander of the Raven Corps, one of the four elite units of the Zavi Empire, the great lord of the southern colony, and the second-class hereditary earl of the empire, Ephraim, sighed softly, waving his hand to resign the baggage adjutant, and turning to the person beside him. The red-robed mage: “It seems that you have no chance to make a move, old friend. There is no decent resistance in the Redstone Fort, and the consumption rate of the servants is half slower than I expected. Please tell Lord Zaruhe, No. 1 The First Central Army can withdraw from the Red Plains and continue to march south. Red Rock Fort and Queen St. Bollen are the spoils of my Raven Corps. I can’t wait to taste the taste of Her Majesty, hum hum…”
The red-robed magician stared blankly at the battlefield, “That’s not up to me. Lord Zarukh’s instructions are that by sunset, as long as the Ravens can’t break through the gates of Redstone Fort, the battle caster will be used. Casting the siege spell ‘Lazi’s Anvil of Destruction’ wiped out the city.”
Forty-four-year-old Ephraim raised his eyebrows: “Sunset? It’s four hours before dusk, let me spice up this boring game. Bring our poet here,– Don’t forget his ukulele.”
The crowd dispersed, and the old bard was brought by the knights to the legion commander. The white feathers on the old man’s felt hat were stained with blood and no longer crisp, but the strings of the dudrola in his arms were spotless. Reflecting the midday sun. “Sing a hymn, bard of St. Boren.” The Legion Commander looked down at the small commoners, “add a beautiful footnote to my victory.”
The old man shivered and replied: “I only have one epic poem, my lord, and all the bards of St. Boren have only such an epic poem, my lord, it is the first psalm and the last salutation, as long as St. Bolen still exists, and it will never end.”
Master Hongpao said with great interest: “I have heard that the 446,000-line epic “Silasaga” is about the Lord God Shila performing miracles in the red plain and helping the local residents to establish The history of the kingdom of St. Boren. Over the years, the bard has continued to add new chapters to the epic.”
“Is that so?” The Legion Commander sat up straight and looked out at the battlefield. “Then please choose a chapter at will and start singing, Poet. Before the sun goes down, Redstone will fall, and the history of St. Boren will be in my hands. It will end in your hands, and you will be fortunate enough to be the finisher of “Silasaga”, and today, this overgrown epic will be drawn by me and you.”
The bard lowered his head and held the ukulele with his shaking hands. The moment his shriveled fingers touched the strings, his trembling magically disappeared, and the clear chords flowed in the jungle of honor guards and lances. , the old man opened his bloodstained lips and began to sing the old psalm:
“The creator created the world and created the seven main gods;
The Lord God Sheila is his spirit, his flesh, his servant and lover;
His little daughter, his pride, messenger of words and paintings;
The moonlit celestial rose, the profound and loving garland spirit.
Her brother, patron of war and blacksmiths, **** of fire, Lacy the wrath;
Jealous of mankind’s love for the Lord God Sheila, he lifted up the hammer of flame and brought down disasters;
The sea boils, the mountains melt, and the war of the seven gods destroys the world;
The Creator was finally furious. He raised the cane that could summon thunderclouds and torrential rains, and divided the world into four continents, so that east, south, west, and north were forever separated. “
As the bard’s song spread throughout the army, Ephraim’s ears moved slightly and he nodded lightly in appreciation. He waved his right hand, and the cargo adjutant of the raven regiment and the commanders of the dragoon battalion, the mechanized infantry battalion, the heavy infantry battalion, the longbow battalion, and the spear-throwing battalion immediately appeared before him, “The rules are still the same, take it within an hour. Go down to the Redstone Fort, allow you to slaughter the city, be careful not to hurt Her Majesty’s face, her head needs to appear on the gate of the Redstone Fort, this is my only order.” The commander’s eyes swept over his body. Officers who have been through hundreds of battles, each officer’s armor is covered with bloodstains and deep arrow marks, “to end a six-year war, to end the oldest kingdom in the Western Continent, and to end an era. —— There is more than this. Is there anything more glorious, the founder of the new Zavi Empire, the greedy executioner, my old buddies?” He pointed ahead, his eyes burning.
“No, Your Excellency the Legionnaire!” The officers shouted in unison, buckling on the visor of the knight’s helmet and drawing out their swords and spears. Like Moses splitting the Red Sea, where the right hand of the legion commander pointed, the Zavi soldiers were neatly separated from left to right, exposing the red ground as solid as granite stepped on by tens of thousands of pairs of military boots. Ephraim’s eyes were unobstructed. Over a distance of 3,000 yards, to the place where the sun shines, on the boundless red clay plain, stands an incomparably tall crimson castle, a monument of the two thousand-year history of St. Redstone Castle.
“Attack!”
The Legion Commander crushed the grapes in his heart.
The sound of the drums shook the ground, and the black formation of the Ravens suddenly bloomed like flowers. The cavalry made a roundabout attack. Under the cover of the shield infantry, the mechanical infantry pushed the heavy battering ram slowly forward, and the light infantry carried the ladder and stepped over Layers of corpses of Zavi’s servants ran forward, “Boom! Boom!” With the loud noise of the leather cable breaking, the huge catapult threw a 500-pound boulder into the air, and the stone spun and fell in terror. The screeching screams, the St. Boren soldiers on the city wall raised their heads in horror, but they were first pierced by the arrows shot by the heavy bed crossbow, “Bang!” They were nailed to the red sandstone wall brick.
The torrent of Zavi soldiers rushed past the bard, and the old man was like a dead leaf quivering in the wind, but the verses of “Silasaga” continued:
“His wrath changed the shape of the world, surrounded by impenetrable peaks, and in the center an impenetrable ocean;
Four holy rivers divide the four continents, and the gods and gods can only be seen from afar;
Sheila and Lacy, the supreme siblings in the Western Continent, can no longer come to the world to speak to mankind;
The devout followers of the Red Plain, finally learned to look up.
It was an ancient king named Casfield who ignited the fire of civilization;
But the peasant’s daughter named Wenger, who listened to the word of the Lord God day and night, carried a dog, a pitchfork, and a basket of dry biscuits, and established the glory of St. Bollen in the heart of the earth;
‘Build up the walls, in the promised land where the springs flow’, Sheila descends a metaphor;
——’The one who builds the first brick of the wall will become the king of the laterite plain. Build a castle of red stone, three hundred feet high and two thousand yards wide, and then worship the spirit in the sky, which is what a palace in heaven looks like. “
“Put!”
One hundred and four heavy crossbow arrows poured into the sky, covering the sun in an instant. A hundred yards in front of the heavy crossbow, 2,000 Zavi longbowmen were shooting overwhelming rockets in three-round formation. The locust-like fire rain fell on the Redstone Fort. Although it was unable to shake the solid sandstone wall bricks, it took a while. The guards’ tents, baggage, equipment, and clothing were drawn into the flames.
The figure was screaming and screaming in the fireball. The rolling stones and boiling oil on the city wall were temporarily sparse. Taking this opportunity, the mechanical infantry quickly built two 250-foot-high wooden siege towers, carrying rams. , the springboard and the siege tower of fifty archers immediately descended and poured arrows down the 180-foot-high city wall.
“Zizi…” Purple lightning suddenly descended on the Zavi infantry group. Electric snakes flew between steel and flesh like life. Countless heavy infantry knelt heavily on the ground. Smelly black smoke spewed from the cracks. At the same time, a boulder thrown by a heavy catapult was lifted up by the warriors on the city wall and threw it hard towards the siege tower. As soon as the arrows of the Zavi archers left the bowstring, the boulder covered their entire field of vision, “Boom! Crunch…” The wooden siege tower that was hit hard broke from the middle, swayed, and finally dumped in the center of the siege force, splashing a blood-colored spray.
“The pagan who believed in Lacy, the king of Zavi also surrendered to the first step of the Redstone Castle and promised the farmer’s daughter a full three hundred years of peace;
‘There are countless executioners in the blood of the butcher’s son’, the Lord God Sheila is worried about the believers in heaven;
But the Queen inherited Sheila’s gift of love and beauty, and used culture and art to shape the golden St. Bollen;
God bless Wenger, the best queen, the people of the Red Plains.
But on that windless and moonless night six years ago, the small town of Sandostan was reduced to ashes by Zavi’s journey;
The vassal countries turned against each other, the border garrison Seongyou First Guard collapsed in the first battle, the stormy St. Bolen, the fragmented northeastern border;
Year after year of fighting, the barren fields grow lush wild strawberries, watered with blood, and the fruits look extraordinarily bright;
God bless St. Bollen! Let the invader’s ground dragoons face the peasant’s pitchfork and fall into the dual dilemma of tactics and belief. “
As the bard spit out desolate syllables about the Zavi invaders, his eyes widened and the Redstone Fort began to burn. A large number of rockets flew over the city walls, igniting the buildings in the city, and the majestic ancient The castle is turned into a furnace of purgatory.
“Whoosh!” Countless golden bands of light passed over the old man’s head, which were golden ground dragoons with wings on their backs, the elite of the elite of the Zavi Empire. “Assault!” Under the guidance of a dragon knight in black steel armor, the golden ground dragoons fluttered into the sky, zipping through the arrows of the guards, like golden carp swimming upstream in a flood.
The powerful warrior on the city wall roared wildly, took off his shirt, exposing his rock-like muscles, he picked up boulder after boulder and threw it at the Zavi, “Bang!” A 500-pound boulder struck The half-dragon mount that was able to fly briefly fell to the ground with a whimper, smashing more than a dozen soldiers and their master into flesh.
“Shoot!” The black armored knight shouted again, and the dragoons flying in the air threw the spears in their hands in unison. Fifteen spears penetrated the body of the fighters from different angles, and the blood of the whole body instantly drained from the body. Thirty wounds erupted completely, and the fierce general with his eyes wide open and not falling down turned into a heroic soul on the execution rack. The purple lightning that wiped out a large number of Zavi soldiers also disappeared, and the spear of the black armored knight shot into the narrow window of a lookout, reaping the life of the magician hiding inside. The golden ground dragon could no longer keep flying, and fluttered its wings and fell to the ground, “Crack! Slap! Slap!” The light infantry who stepped on the layers of the corpses of the servants put the hook at the top of the ladder onto the city wall and began to climb a hundred Eighty-foot-high walls.
“The flames of war raged in every corner of the Western Continent, and statues of Lacy, the **** of war and blacksmiths, were erected everywhere;
At this time, the Lord God chose to remain silent, and Sheila no longer gave the peasant’s son the guidance of wisdom, and Wenger III bravely clenched the spear;
‘I know this day will come’, the queen disperses the inhabitants of Redstone, leading three thousand guards to stand on the heights of Celestial Castle…”
Singing here, the old bard had no strength to compose the next verse, and he fell to his knees panting, his cloudy eyes reflecting the outline of the burning redstone fort.
This was never a close fight. The 100,000 well-equipped soldiers of the Raven Corps, plus the 150,000 soldiers of the First Central Army who stared at them from afar, and the 3,000 members of the Queen’s Guards who refused to leave the Red Rock Fort formed a defense system that was simply a touch away. Broken soap bubbles.
“Bang!” With a loud bang, the battering ram slammed into the fifty-foot-high heavy city gate with the logs and arrows, and the triple latches and hundreds of St. Bollen’s soldiers behind the gate were desperately fighting. The attack survived, but riots ensued in the city.
The ground suddenly trembled strangely, and then the floor tiles and red soil poured into the sky like a fountain. “Crash…” A 30-foot-wide hole suddenly appeared inside the city wall, completely swallowing dozens of guards. With the screams flying out of the cave, there are also severed limbs and stumps with ferocious bite marks. Countless pairs of blood-red eyes appeared at the bottom of the dark cave, and the ghoul sappers kept by the Raven Corps directly dug into the city with their sharp claws and launched a surprise attack.
There was chaos in the defenders. “Boom!” The second swing of the battering ram completely knocked down a city gate. The door pinned dozens of St. Bollen’s soldiers under it, before they could push the plank away. , the ground dragoons galloped heavily through the door, and the sharp spears took away the life of every rebel in the path.
On the skyline, the Red Stone Castle was reflected in a black silhouette by the raging flames, and the gray torrents mixed with golden light spots were pouring into the city gate, which was a cavalry team led by the Golden Land Dragon Knight. “It only took forty minutes, old friend. If the servants of prisoners of war and slaves could support them for a while longer, the time would be shorter.” The regiment commander seemed dissatisfied. Shake your head.
“No, I’m already impressed.” The red-robed mage said expressionlessly.
“As for you, my poet friend, have you figured out what the closing line of ‘Silasaga’ is? It must rhyme.” Ephraim looked down at the bard kneeling on the ground.
“…You can’t destroy the glory of St. Boren…” The old poet gritted his teeth, and just after speaking half a sentence, a large hand appeared on his temple, with a crisp “pop”, The regiment commander crushed the old man’s head into pieces like a grape. “Enough, it’s rhyming, didn’t you find it?” He shook his brain, ignoring the riding beast behind him, and walked straight to the burning castle.
“What are you going to do now, Ephraim?” the red-robed mage asked.
“Enjoy the victory.” The Legion Commander waved his hand.
The red-robed mage narrowed his eyes, watching the man slowly walking towards the purgatory of blood and fire in the warm sunshine of the spring afternoon, and couldn’t help but reminded: “Don’t forget the secret order of Emperor Yelizawitan! The blood of…”
“The beautiful day has just begun.” Commander Zavi walked briskly forward without looking back.