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    Whether the representative organization of a god in the world has lost the favor of the god, is declining, and can no longer bear the trust of the people's faith. The death of Parriado made this doubt even spread to the Holy City.  Rumors are flying in the area currently controlled by the Holy Fire Cult, and the situation has worsened.  In order to stabilize the people's hearts, the Holy Fire Sect has to purchase a large amount of food and daily necessities from Taoyuan, and provide relief to the people every day in order to win the people's support. At this time, they can no longer win the people's response by just relying on verbal propaganda. For this reason, the Holy Fire Sect  Pay a huge price.  But this is still just a temporary strategy. The war on the Niam River has attracted the attention of the whole continent. The Holy Fire Army must win enough victories here to make the people trust them again.  They can¡¯t afford to drag them down, so it¡¯s only a matter of time before they launch a violent attack.  In order to avenge his shame, Nalander strongly encouraged Brando to launch this attack.  Nominally, the golden-robed demon knight Gaoshi Langdon is the commander-in-chief, but this demon knight is old and plays more of a supervisory role.  All tactics and strategies were planned by Naland. Baimapo is the easiest landing point after long-term observation, and it is far enough away from Crescent City. If we attack this point during the thick fog, even if the beacon signal is transmitted to Crescent City,  They also had enough military strength to land ashore before the reinforcements from Crescent City arrived. The two magic knight legions attacked collectively and took the Crescent City directly by land and water.  Everything went smoother than Naland imagined.  He stood on the bow of the boat and watched several flying eagles circling in the sky with sharp eyes. The thick fog restricted the field of view of the scout pets, but they kept getting close until the White Horse Slope was only a few hundred meters away.  Only then did I see the beacon lighted.  The brief handover battle began soon.  The opponent organized a line of defense and began to resist.  But as expected, compared with the 80,000 Holy Fire Army, this kind of resistance is too fragile.  Narander calmly directed thousands of ships to form a straight line.  Ten minutes later, he was sure that the ship could land on the beach.  After getting the approval of Gaoshi Langdon, Naland shouted: "All ships are ready, mages, archers cover, golden robes. Members of the White Robe Magic Knights Legion are ready to force the landing!" The knights agreed loudly, this is what they expected.  After a long war, thousands of horses on the deck neighed, and then countless dazzling fires broke through the thick fog.  The mages on the deck cast their best attack magic.  The entire Niam River was like a lava vent from a volcano erupting in the blink of an eye.  The tornado strong winds pulled the thick fog around, and the eyes became empty. Countless water dragons roared out of the water and rolled up to the shore.  Then countless flame balls exploded on the open ground of Baimapo, thick smoke billowed, the water rippled, and frightened birds flew into the sky in the distant woods.  There were many wild beasts on the ground who were so frightened that they ran out of the jungle. They ran slowly and were swallowed up by the shock wave of water and fire in an instant.  The peaceful Baimapo became a hell.  The ability of magic to cause large-scale damage in war is fully demonstrated.  Death is beautiful with incomparable cruelty.  The rich heritage of the Holy Fire Religion is undoubtedly reflected.  The more than 10,000 knights in the two magic knight legions all possess the abilities of intermediate magicians, and there are countless other junior mages.  When tens of thousands of mages poured out their magic power together, the entire Baima Slope was like a ball of crumpled paper, changed beyond recognition in a few breaths.  The towering beacon tower was blown down.  Scattered flames were burning everywhere, and the water on the ground was evaporated by the high temperature, and condensed into water vapor in the air, faintly visible.  Coats Langdon and Naland waited for a moment.  They were not delighted by the terrifying power of the Holy Fire Army in front of them, but instead had doubts in their eyes.  Naland took a monocular and scanned the shore a few times, with uncertainty in his tone: "It's strange, there is no sound anymore. Could it be that they were all killed." Although the attack just now seemed very terrifying, because it was  Large-scale attacks mostly target those construction fortifications. Such scattered attacks are ineffective against intermediate and above magicians. They can support themselves with protection. Even ordinary soldiers hide in anti-magic trenches.  It can also avoid most attacks.  Speaking of which, this kind of attack is mostly demonstrative.  Naland hesitated for a long time. The faint burning smell floating in the air made him feel strangely uneasy.  He took a deep breath to clear away those uneasiness.  "Are you too suspicious? It must be that you have been under too much mental pressure recently. White Horse Slope is not a good place for an ambush. By choosing this place, you eliminate the possibility of being ambushed by the other party. You can no longer hesitate."  "Sir, we are forced to board." Coats Langdon's cloudy eyes stayed on Nalande's face.After a moment, he suddenly said: "Naland, my dear child, remember, this is your only chance." Naland's heart stopped suddenly. ?? Coats Langdon is not only the golden-robed demon knight, but also his godfather and master. He has guided him in martial arts since he was a child, watched him grow step by step, and finally promoted him to a pivotal position in the Holy Fire Cult.  Nalander was able to convince Brando to get this opportunity to attack, which was also the result of Coats Langdon's strong support.  There was a deep feeling between them, and Naland knew that Coats Langdon was warning him and warning him.  The death of Parriado put Nalande at the forefront of the church. In this sensitive period, the Holy Fire Cult could no longer afford to lose a war, and he, Nalande, could not afford to lose it. Once he failed, what would happen to him?  It will be more miserable than Pariado.  Looking at Nalander's slightly pale face, Gao Shilanden gently put his hand on Nalander's shoulder and whispered: "My child, Parliado's death tells us that we need to be cautious. We face  You are facing a very powerful enemy, but, dear child, you cannot lose your courage, go and win your victory and complete the glorious mission given to you by God!" "I will, I promise you!"  He straightened his back.  He took a deep look at Coats Langdon, turned around suddenly, and shouted: "The first, second, and third battalions are responsible for guarding, knights in gold robes and white robes, come ashore with me." The armored ships slowly docked on the way.  No attacks were encountered.  Groups of knights wearing Holy Fire Cult standard armor and with a golden or white snake totem on their chests began to land in an orderly manner in deep magic trenches five hundred meters away from the shore.  This kind of trenches are used to dig big holes at the bottom. During magic attacks, soldiers will get into those big holes, which can effectively avoid magic attacks.  It took a long time after the magic attack stopped.  Gray-faced heads emerged from the magic ditch one by one. They shook the ashes from their heads and faces, and there was still fear on their faces. The sight of all kinds of magic bombarding their heads just now made people suspect that they had arrived in hell.  .  A feeling of surviving a disaster arose in everyone's heart.  A soldier cursed in a low voice: "Damn it, I almost thought I was going to be a roast pig." "Shh! Shut up!" A squad leader shouted in a low voice: "Mouse, go up and take a look." A thief-faced rat-eye  , the soldier with a thin body but unusually long limbs groaned and flexibly rolled up along the edge of the trench.  After a while, he suddenly stuck his head back into the ditch and smiled very treacherously.  The squad leader shook his fist hard at him and threatened him to complete the reconnaissance quickly.  "Mouse" chuckled twice, stretched out his left hand from behind, and saw a roasted pheasant in his hand, still steaming. It was obvious that he had no time to run away from the magic craze just now, and turned into a pheasant.  turkey.  The soldiers under the trench snickered in a low voice, and the shadow of death was weakened in the laughter.  "Go, go, if you mess around again I'll roast you!" The team leader picked up a piece of dirt and smashed it hard. The "mouse" made a face, retracted its head, and disappeared.  After waiting anxiously for four or five minutes, the "rat" finally came back. He climbed down sweating profusely and said hurriedly: "Damn, they are all cavalry. I met the squadron leader and he said that the superiors asked us to evacuate as soon as possible.  "Evacuate?" The soldiers were sweating: "Run away without fighting?" The squad leader grabbed the "rat" by the collar: "Are you mistaken? How could the superiors ask us to withdraw?  They are all coming up." "Rat" shouted: "It's true, captain, you didn't see, the shore is already full of their cavalry. If we don't retreat, it will be too late." "Rat" the captain pushed away.  " He climbed up the ditch. When he saw it, his mouth and neck trembled. He still had some eyesight, and he could tell that the people standing neatly in rows on the shore were actually the world-famous gold-robed and white-robed legions. This  But it is the most cutting-edge combat power of the Holy Fire Cult.  He carefully looked around under the cover of the bushes, and sure enough he found a comrade crawling out of the trench in the distance and retreating quietly.  Damn it, we really have to withdraw!  He climbed down the trench and waved to the soldiers: "Retreat, retreat, be careful and don't make any noise."
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