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Volume 4 Violet Tower 711 Rebirth from the Fire

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    The night is quiet.  After the destruction of Tirapais, Lyajic, located to the southwest, took its place and became the new capital of the northeastern theater of Ian.  This place was once the frontline against the "Tide of Shadows" and the military center of the Holy See of Light, but now it has become part of the Saint Settian Empire.  Inedil used these lands in exchange for 100,000 desert cavalry to harass the enemy's rear and delay the advance of Snowton's southern expedition.  The ambitious Levi I readily agreed to the deal.  He successively dispatched 150,000 troops, of which 100,000 fulfilled his promise, and the remaining troops successfully took over the entire Northeast Theater.  ??And 30,000 soldiers are stationed in Lyaichi City.  After all, the center of the war vortex is in Severa, thousands of miles away. As long as the New Army of Light is still there, Snowton's Middle Army cannot escape and threaten this place.  But the Settians did not expect that the Bright New Army would be defeated so quickly.  Besides, even if they knew about it, they probably wouldn't take it to heart.  Who would have thought that Snowton's southern expeditionary army, which had just defeated the city, not only did not celebrate, but even rested and rushed to the next battlefield without stopping.  The so-called victory by surprise and the speed of soldiers are exactly the essence of rush warfare.  And when King Naqini was stationed at the city of Malia Ichi, the outcome of the war was actually already determined.  It was only at this time that Settian's scouts sent back the warning of the enemy attack.  In fact, those rangers also tried their best. After they discovered the traces of the enemy, they galloped forward and kept pace with Snowton's cavalry. It was not until the last moment that they barely won the race.  When the garrison commander Rudiger climbed out of bed sleepily, he listened to the urgent report from the scouts.  A series of rumbling sounds came from the northwest corner of the city.  When he put on his armor and prepared to fight, the horn of charge sounded passionately.  When he went out to mount his horse and summon his troops, the cry of killing had already spread to the city.  It¡¯s three o¡¯clock in the morning on December 8th.  "Vulcan's Wrath" took advantage of the darkness to approach the city wall and blasted several gaps.  Subsequently, with the "Black Flag" as the vanguard, Snowton's cavalry troops rushed in, and after only an hour, they captured the unsuspecting Ljajic City.  The difference in strength was more than two times, and Snowton's side were all elite troops. Even though they traveled a long distance, they were exhausted.  He didn't give the other party any chance to resist.  However, the bloody desert men still showed their bravery and fighting side. They fought with the enemy in the streets and alleys, waving their sharp scimitars, and would rather die than surrender, vowing to die together with the enemy.  Until the situation became irreversible, Rudiger fled eastward with only 3,000 remaining troops. King Nachini personally led the "Golden Hibiscus" and "Blue Clothes Long Shot".  They chased for thirty miles and killed more than two thousand enemies.  Only then did he return to the city with satisfaction.  At dawn, the lion flag of the Snowton Empire was raised on the top of Ljajic City.  In the fierce battle in the early morning, the 30,000 defenders stationed here and the 15,000 cavalry who returned to the city to rest finally escaped alive.  There were less than nine hundred people.  There are still about 20,000 Settian troops scattered throughout the Northeast War Zone. They knew they were outmatched and took the initiative to shrink back and retreat to the limestone city at the north entrance of the Ayguns Mountains.  This was also before the war started.  The border crossing between the Saint Settian Empire and the Principality of Ian has a dangerous terrain and is easy to defend but difficult to attack.  But King Nachini has no plans to attack Gray Rock City yet, nor does he want to divide his troops to occupy the entire Northeast Theater.  All he had to do was insert a wedge and strangle Settian's throat so that he could not interfere in Ian's battle.  If this forward position is lost and the desert cavalry cannot be supplemented, the combat radius will be greatly shortened.  If they still insist on doing this, be mentally prepared for the entire army to be annihilated.  At this point, the capitals of the two major war zones in the northwest and northeast of Ian were captured by Snowton, leaving only the precarious holy city of Ranken.  The available troops of the Holy See of Light are less than 100,000 at full strength, which also includes the security forces from various places.  The Buyada Empire still sits on the mountain and watches the fight between tigers and tigers, without any sign of helping.  Settian was eager to give it a try, but with the fall of Liajic, they were unable to affect the battle situation in a short time.  The Tolm Federation is divided internally, and the major business clans are constantly at odds with each other, and a fight is about to begin.  As for those small countries with weak military strength, it will not help at all.  It can be said that at the end of the third year of the Renaissance calendar, Snowton's situation was very good.  Conquering Ian is just around the corner, and unifying the continent is not impossible.  At the same time, the fame of King Nachini spread throughout the north and south.  The poem about "The Lion King" has become the hottest song in the northern land.  Just like a gorgeous piece of music, Nachini is stepping towards the peak of the king, where he will be crowned emperor and rule the world.  Time is like a long rope with no beginning and no end, you don¡¯t know?Are you pulling the rope forward, or is the rope dragging you forward?  But no matter what, the knot of fate is there. One day, you will arrive, and everyone will arrive, whether they are kings or beggars.  Allegri did not realize this. Like most Snowtonians, he was looking forward to triumph and victory.  This is not his hometown, but in comparison, he has a much better impression of Snowton than the southern countries.  So when it came time to make a choice, Allegri resolutely chose the north. He is the Violet Earl of Snowdon, the highest officer of the "Wrath of the Vulcan", and a close comrade-in-arms of the Lion King.  There is no doubt that when King Nachini comes to the throne, he will become one of the highest-ranking people in the palace, because of the military achievements of "Wrath of the Fire God", because of his huge role in recruiting Duke Ian, and because of his  Put down the rebellion of the Eighth and Tenth Legions, and then introduce the loyalty of the "Flywheel" business group.  Or, to put it further, the pure friendship that started on the red stone platform and the sympathy of those who love each other.  But today, both of them have found new sustenance.  And Allegri, who is addicted to the sweetness of love, will naturally not think of his former naivety.  He began to feel that the so-called love at first sight was a false impulse, and only the feelings that gradually accumulated over a long period of time were unbreakable love.  I remember when we first met.  Allegri felt incredible.  At that time, he probably never thought that one day in the future, he would fall in love with the princess in distress who deceived him, and the Grand Duke Anlan who only formed an alliance for profit, but the world is so strange.  It¡¯s like he wouldn¡¯t have thought of it.  His dead teacher was opening his eyes blankly at this time, scanning the surrounding mist and flames.  "Old guy, are you awake?" Banalgomo looked at him happily.  The Fire Demon King's injuries have not yet recovered, and black-red flames are burning on his exposed chest, licking the flesh and blood.  The eyes of the Great Demon King, who was stuck in the plane, turned into a strange purple-red color.  Hearing the other party's inquiry, he was stunned for a long time.  It seems that a simple mind cannot handle such complicated information at once.  "II" His eyes became clearer and clearer, which was far different from Sodan's frenzy. Finally, the ferocious-looking demon king showed a smile on his lips and murmured to himself, "I.  I am Herseus, the Fire Controller.  ?¡± ¡°Powerful, extremely powerful,¡± Hersius closed his eyes for a moment to appreciate it.  He asked in surprise, "Xiaoba, how did you do that?" "I obtained your remnant soul from the collapsed Violet Tower, and then went to the Vulcan Cult in the north. Looking for the things you left behind thousands of years ago.  The pseudo-godhead complements your soulbut the resulting soul is too powerful and an ordinary human body cannot bear it." Banalgomo explained enthusiastically, not minding being called like a puppy.  , "It happened that Sodan escaped from the plane gap through the portal, so I conspired with Amosich to plot against him" After he finished speaking, Hersius stared at him, his eyes  There was a touch of emotion in his face, and he said softly, "Thank you." It was a bit incongruous to say such gentle words from his bloody mouth.  But at this moment, Banalgomo was slightly shocked, and his handsome face showed an expression of wanting to cry but trying to hold it back.  "But how could that old dragon be willing to help?" Hersius changed the subject.  "When Sodan escaped, Amosich happened to be sitting at the portal. He was beaten up when he came up and had to run away with his tail between his legs. Naturally, he hated him deeply" Banalgomo shook his head and quickly recovered.  He stopped and replied with a smile.  "Shut up!" The two-headed demon dragon that had just woken up poked his head and said angrily, "Also, don't forget what you promised me." "What's the matter?" Hersius  With a glare, two flames burst out, like a pair of thick eyebrows.  "I want to become the Lord of Purgatory." Amosiqi said angrily.  It is said that the old dragon lies prone on the ground and is full of ambition.  "No problem," Hersius agreed nonchalantly. He twisted his thick waist and frowned, "But before that, how do I get out?" "This" Amosich and Banal  Gomo, at the same time, was in trouble.  They destroyed the old portal and just trapped the Great Demon King in it.  However, it is easy to destroy but difficult to recover, because the old door self-destructs and the chaotic flow of time and space will inevitably cause errors in the original coordinates.  Even if you build an identical iron gate, it may not be able to accurately connect with the plane of purgatory.  "Don't worry,""The demons should still be repairing the portal. Their end is intact. It won't take long to trace the source." Hersius searched for the past memories and comforted him, "You can rest in peace and recover until the time comes."  Once the portal is connected, we will enter purgatory together and unify the entire plane.  " "Don't forget, you are the Great Demon King Sodan," Amosich reminded. "First win over the Great Demon Clan, and then use them to fight everywhere, the success rate will be much higher.  " "It seems that you really want to be the Lord of Purgatory," Hersius said with a smile, "That's it.  " Amosiqi smiled coquettishly, lay down again, and soon fell into a deep sleep. The two-headed dragon was seriously injured and had to rely on sleep to repair the damaged soul. "Don't ask, what happened to that student of yours?  Like?  " Banalgomo sat cross-legged on the ground and asked casually. "Everyone has his own destiny." Hersius pondered for a moment and shook his head. "I wanted to take over his body, but I didn't.  Success, I just accepted that kid as a student As for the construction of the Violet Tower, it is also to preserve the north-south passage of the 'Lightstalker Road'. By the way, Snowton should have already started a fight with the Holy See of Light, right?  " "Are these all part of your plan?  Banalgomo was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but cursed, "You old fox!"  " "Relying on that soft-hearted boy, I don't know when we will be able to establish enough power to take revenge on the Holy See of Light," Hersius said slowly, "But as long as the 'Way of the Light Walker' is there, Nachini will eventually be able to take revenge.  One day he will raise an army and go south. That little lion is an ambitious guy.  " "But you still have some feelings for him, right?  " Banalgomo asked. "What do you think?  "Helsius asked with a sly smile. The sky was gray. Modric stood at the highest point of the Norman city, with the uninvited Katherina behind him. "Your Highness, why are you here?  "The handsome palm seal officer turned around helplessly and saluted. "This is also within the palace, why can't I come?  "Katherina snorted, walked to the edge of the terrace, and leaned on the railing to overlook. The large and small gates of Norman were controlled by the Guards. Anyone entering or leaving the city was required to show identification and road guidance. This made the streets and markets in the city difficult.  "  So, Your Highness, what are your orders?  "Modecic has a headache. He cannot disobey Her Royal Highness the Queen, but in the past few days, Katherina has been looking for trouble. It seems that she vented all her grievances against King Nachini on him. "There are several princes and ministers.  "Jianyan, I hope you will let go of the restrictions," the slender Katharina, who was almost as tall as Modcic, turned to look at the opponent and said casually, "After all, the remaining rebels are already a minority. If you  Push too hard and they may jump over the wall and cause unnecessary casualties.  " "Catch them all in one fell swoop and eradicate the roots. This is the king's order.  "Modecic replied firmly, without any tone of discussion. "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, you talk about it every day," Katharina said angrily, "My words are of no use to you, right?  "Modsic stood there and saluted again without saying a word. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster! ps: (4000 words.)
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