Chapter 101

"On the order of his majesty Barrett, your principality, immediately send people to transport food to the front!"

A rough and unruly voice sounded around. A knight with meat on his face looked at an old man in front of him and shouted.

Opposite him, the old man took the order with trembling arms. After seeing the contents above, he was surprised: "so many!"

Looking at the big man in front of him, he couldn't believe it: "are you mistaken? Our principality has just sent troops to attack yadixu for his majesty Barit. At this time, the army is still fighting in front. How can it take so much food and labor to his majesty?"

"Oh?"

Hearing what he said, the man opposite narrowed his eyes and sneered: "so you don't want to pay?"

As he said this, a little evil spirit gradually emerged and surprised the old man opposite.

At the same time, a little fighting spirit flickered. At the next moment, the old man only felt a heavy body and a sharp pain came from his body. Then, during the change of scenery, he bumped into the wall behind him, and a touch of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"My Lord!" suddenly, the surrounding guard door was shocked. Looking at the big man with a sneer on his face, he pulled out a sword directly.

However, the big man opposite looked at this scene, but he just sneered, and then pulled out a sword.

"I am the logistics officer personally appointed by his majesty Barrett. If any of you dare to do it, just try it!"

He said so, but then he waved his sword and cut down. Under the urging of fighting spirit, he cut down a guard directly, splashing blood.

"Stop!"

Seeing this scene, the old man endured the sharp pain from his body and shouted: "of course we obey your Majesty's orders!"

"We will transport the grain on time!"

"These grains?" the big man sneered, "who told you it's just these?"

He turned and looked ahead, gently took back the bloody sword, and said contemptuously: "in addition to what the Herald said, send me more than half to my camp!"

Suddenly, there was a big surprise. The old man angrily supported his seriously injured body, and his fighting spirit was faint.

But at the next moment, he seemed to think of something. He smoked at the corners of his mouth, remained silent for a long time, and finally nodded.

Similar scenes continue to repeat around. Under Barrett's command, those small city states that had originally submitted to yingdeli fell into bad luck one after another. Under Barrett's compulsory recruitment, they were constantly exploited.

The greed of large and small officials exacerbated this situation. So for a time, the major city states and nobles who had originally surrendered wavered one after another. But under the strong prestige of yingdeli, he did not dare to resist at all.

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On the other side, at night, the stars twinkled in the sky.

ADIS ascended the wall and silently observed the strict camp below.

"Sure enough, after such a long campaign, although it has the foundation support of the past, the momentum has declined."

He observed the camp below and said in silence.

With his words falling, from his perspective, there is a heavenly pillar standing between the two camps.

The wolf God roared wildly in front. The wolf's eyes seemed purple with a faint light. Although they were still very strong, there was a faint blood color on the body, with ominous and fatigue.

On the other side, an ancient tree was floating quietly, and the branches danced with the scene, condensing strength bit by bit. On the ancient trees, there is also blood color, but there is also a thick layer of light covering him. He is firmly supported in the rear. The light of faith condenses into new forces bit by bit to disperse the blood color.

"Originally, if it was a normal war between the two armies, it would be on the running border even if it could be supported for so long under such a fierce offensive."

ADIS murmured, with a deep light in his eyes: "but in the face of the sacrifice with divine skill, this law doesn't work!"

"First of all, with the belief of the God of nature as the guide, the support among the army will far exceed that of the ordinary army, and it will never be defeated until the last minute. In other aspects, there are also sacred skills of sacrifice."

"The same seriously injured person can only lie quietly in the other side. Judging from the medical situation of the world, he can only wait for death. But under the divine skill of sacrifice, he can be cured completely. Even the slightly injured person can return to the battlefield in a few days. This is a great contrast."

"Although it costs a lot of divine power and can hardly make ends meet, with the accumulation before the noumenon and the continuous support of divine power, there is no problem in supporting this battle."

Thinking of this, he smiled with a cold look on his face: "the rapid attack for several months has consumed not only troops and morale, but also a large number of source forces in the destiny grid, almost all of which have been spilled here."

"Even if it was the son of destiny in the northern region, the accumulation before was huge, but now, how much power can there be left?"

After all, even if the body is one of the candidates for the son of the world, the power it can squander is not unlimited and cannot exceed a limit. Once you spend too much, you can only start over and accumulate slowly over time.

ADIS looked at it calmly and looked at a star fragment in the distant void.

The star is grand, with a world artistic conception, shining with some brilliance. In its fluctuations, a trace of source force continues to hang down, constantly converging into a pillar of heaven, blessing it.

However, despite this, the vast source power in the original Tianzhu has been consumed, and almost only a thin layer of purple gas is still supporting it.

Looking at this scene, ADIS sneered: "since you can't knock me down at the beginning, then next, it's going to change."

As his mind moved, in the void, the ancient trees that had been quietly floating moved slightly, and a little faint light flowed quietly.

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On the northern wasteland not far from here, figures are galloping.

The army is small, only about 5000 people, but everyone has horses, which is almost unimaginable.

You know, livestock are precious in this world, especially horses. Even some nobles can't own one, let alone such a huge number.

It can be said that the number of horses of all the city-state armies in the northern region is almost more than this. It can be imagined how extravagant it is.

Of course, if it includes those privately owned by the nobility, it will far exceed this number.

The army galloped in the wilderness, with waves of divine power, and rushed towards Cecil.

The first one was an old man, holding a scepter in his hand, wearing the Pope's colorful robe, looking at the shadow of a tree in the distance, the boundless depth in his eyes crossed quietly.