Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 1113: Desire And War

At dawn, the army set up camp.

The crusader army bypassed the city of Shubia and turned into the Forest of Horns of Anger. The forest has a road to walk on. It was just that the spacious main road, where two carriages usually traveled side by side, had suddenly squeezed into such an army today, making it seem a lot more crowded. Allen rode on his horse, allowing the warhorses to take small steps and follow the group. He recalled the scene of seven or eight scarecrows being slashed by the blade last evening. This was a rare experience. If he carefully thought about it and practiced it, he would soon be able to add another brand-new blade technique to his ten moves.

Allen had even thought of a name for that stance, and it was called the Thousand Army. With a single slash, the Thousand Army could be broken. That was the Saber Intent Saber Realm that he was pursuing.

Niu Mingma's hissing broke his thoughts. Alan looked up and saw a group of people approaching in front of the army. They were citizens who had escaped from Milahan. Yesterday, Woodrick had mentioned that after the Imperial Capital issued a warning to Mason, people had continuously escaped from the three cities controlled by the Sword Lord of Milahan. Although Mason was a Ten Saint expert, his opponent was a colossus like Tangerio, so people didn't think highly of him.

Now this was the fourth wave of refugees that Allen and the others had encountered, and people kept appearing. Among them were empty-eyed old men, barefoot girls, women holding babies, wounded men sitting on carts, and men frowning. When they saw the punitive army, their expressions were filled with horror. They were afraid that the Great Emperor would grant them the sin of seating together. This had not happened in the history of the empire, and not all kings were so broad-minded. Fortunately, Tangerio was not a stingy king, so the crusaders and the refugees passed each other peacefully.

"The unlucky ones in war are always the people." Belkay did not smoke his pipe today. It was said that there was not much fog left. No wonder the old smoker was "frugal". He chewed on the tobacco leaves to temporarily cure his addiction. As for his image, of course, it was not fated to be tall and brilliant. Belkay didn't care about that, otherwise he wouldn't always look like a vagrant.

"So you're a pacifist?" Alan blinked.

Belkay spat out the chewed tobacco leaves on the ground. After stepping on the horse's hooves, they were already mixed with the soil. "Believe it or not, Alan," Belkay shook his head as he laughed. "This era has nothing to do with peace, and history has always told us that there is no eternal peace. Of course, there is no endless war. War, peace, war again. Like the four seasons, we always reincarnate and enjoy it."

"There must be desire. The war will never disappear. It will only pause." Belkay grabbed his horse and left without Alan.

Allen shook his head. "Desire exists in all life, and war is everywhere because it is natural. So is Baylor Gorge, and so is the universe."

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Alan saw Milahan.

The city was like what he saw on the sand table, separated from the Angry Horn Forest by a barren plain. It was sandwiched between two mountains and became the gate to the Lonely Mountain Ice Plains. The crusaders had to open this gate before they could reach Blaze Fort.

Otherwise, everything would be empty talk.

Groups of refugees could still be seen fleeing, and their footsteps had quickened considerably, especially after seeing the crusaders. Woodrick, Julian, and Ellen rode their horses to Milahan while the army was camping and setting up the formation. Alan saw the towering gray-white city wall. The top and bottom colors of the city walls were different, and the top was light and the bottom was dark. It was clear that the light wall had only recently been temporarily raised. They had increased the height of Milahan's wall from six meters to ten meters.

The outline of many weapons could be seen on the city wall. Alan knew about the giant ballistae, cannons, catapults, and so on. Together with the shooting holes behind the city wall, the arrows and the dense lines of defenders, the city was armed to the teeth. The city gate was locked tightly, and there was an additional iron fence. There were still laborers digging trenches in front of the gate. The enemy soldiers laid a series of sharp spurs in front of the trenches in front of Allen and the others.

Woodrick narrowed his eyes and made a gesture. Behind them, a soldier stepped out and shouted at the top of Milahan's city wall, "In the name of the king, the defenders of Milahan demand your unconditional surrender. Open the city gates and give up resistance. You will have a fair trial in Oliska. Otherwise, it would be considered a betrayal of the empire and would be punished for betrayal. Your clan and descendants will suffer the humiliation of betrayers. I hope that you will make the correct judgement. "

The soldier shouted, paused, and repeated.

On the city wall, there was a small commotion among the soldiers. Although they were soldiers of the Hellhound Legion, Earl Jerrio's private army. However, just because Jerrio wanted to rebel did not mean that these soldiers were willing to follow suit. Especially when he saw the vast formation of the crusaders, his heart skipped a beat. Now that he heard the words of urging him to surrender, it was a lie to say that he was not tempted. Suddenly, a fierce might appeared on the city wall, causing the soldiers to not even dare to breathe a single mouthful of air.

Because that's Earl Jerrio's aura.

Still wrapped in heavy fortress-like armor, Jerio walked up to the city wall. He handed the giant sword in his hand to a soldier, but took the iron bow from another person. As soon as the bow was drawn, an arrow seemed to ignore the distance before it shot out from Jerio's hand and was already nailed to the throat of the soldier below the city. The soldier was trying to persuade him to surrender. The arrow-tied corpse fell to the ground, shaking up a few strands of dust. josei

Woodrick frowned.

Jerrio put down his bow and shouted, "Dogs of Tangerio, I'll give you a chance. Now go back and drink with a woman and enjoy the sunshine. Otherwise, Milahan will be your grave and you will have to go to hell to regret your decision!"

Julian snorted, wanting to say something. Seeing that Woodrick had finished his sentence, he thought for a moment and decided to remain silent. Woodrick glanced at Jerry O in the city, then turned around and returned to the camp with the others. Along the way, he whispered, "That idiot Jerrio just gave up his last chance."

The next day, at dawn, a bleak horn sounded above Milahan. Jelio dragged the giant sword to the city wall. A soldier brought an iron chair and placed it in the middle of the wall. Jelio sat down on the iron seat and put the giant sword aside. He had a cold smile on his face. Today, he was going to sit here and watch how the punitive army broke through the city. As the horn sounded, all the equipment was undergoing a final inspection, and the soldiers entered their battle positions one after another under the orders of the officer. All the gears of the Milahan Stronghold began to spin.

At this moment, the bugle horn from the direction of the crusaders also came, and Jerrio felt a burst of excitement for no reason.

"Come on." He said.