Chapter 1962

On this day, the western frontier at the forefront of the war and the most elite third regiment of Celtic Empire gathered. The city wall of the western frontier, hundreds of meters high, stretches for hundreds of miles. Hundreds of high-level mages are nervously repairing the magic array. The forging masters from the dwarves set up one magic crystal gun after another. The Elven archers are wearing soft armor, and the paper bows patrol.

The Terran knights are ready to fight, the three dragons are hovering in the void, and the fury and barbarism of the orc army is also very quiet.

Looking at the West from the wall, it is like a wave of undead moving slowly, covering a large area of airspace. There are terrible bone dragons, liches, nightmare knights, zombies, and endless skeletons, forming an endless wave of undead.

Disaster of the dead!

The existence of countless races and countries is frightening. Every outbreak of the dead will devour one race after another. It is not only spread in one world, but also a nightmare for many races.

Thirty six elite legions of Celtic Empire, the third legion, which is known as the trump card, took over the defense of the western frontier three days ago. This is a mixed Legion composed of the lowest level five soldiers and mages, with a total number of 1.3 million. It is only a member of the regular army of the Legion, excluding the number of people who participate in the investigation, logistics and supply.

This war has lasted for more than 100 years. All the last creatures in this continent gathered near the capital of Celtic Empire, and 90% of the territory has been occupied by undead, demons, void monsters and so on.

The weak race has long been destroyed. The remaining races are the strongest fighters, mages, archers and assassins.

With the gradual destruction of the world, the racial estrangement in the past has become irrelevant.

Guarding the western frontier, Irving, the commander of the third Celtic legion, is a nine rank swordsman of the holy land. He comes from the tulip Duke family, one of the four Dukes of the Empire. He is 370 years old.

The youngest army commander of the Empire has been in charge of the third army for 120 years. This war lasted for more than 100 years. He is absolutely a witness. From the initial recruits of the third army, he has been promoted all the way to the current army commander, and has experienced thousands of wars.

But there has never been such an uneasiness as today. The endless wave of the dead will come down to the city one day at most. It is impossible to win with 1.3 million legions on hand.

Her Majesty's decree, no supplies, no support, no replacement.

The third army will fight to the last!

As the commander of the third legion, he has already issued a military order. No one will die, no city will fall!

He is not afraid of death!

But he was afraid of no hope!

Because this is a war with no end, no hope and no tomorrow.

One hundred and twenty years later, the soldiers of the third Legion did not know how many had been changed. All the soldiers recruited together in the past had died.

The city of the sky, the last fortress of the Empire, has gathered all the strong and resources of the Empire. There is master Merlin, the guardian of the Empire, who is known as the God of Dharma

The legendary mage of the Empire helped his Majesty King Arthur to build a huge magic empire. It has been brilliant for 30000 years, and finally it will come to an end.

Apart from master Merlin, all the thirteen Dharma gods of the emperor have died in battle, and thirty-nine demigod mages have fallen one after another. It is said that the strongest one who controls the natural calamity of the dead on the western border is an existence beyond the divine level, at least the 12th level

"Vanessa Merlin, commander of Owen's army, is here to help at the command of the king."

There is an ice dragon floating above the sky. A valiant woman appears on its back. From the sky, it comes to the western city wall. Wearing a legendary blue magic robe and holding a two meter long magic wand in the palm, it is Vanessa Merlin, the deputy head of the imperial court mage group and one of her Majesty's guards.

He is the descendant of Merlin, the God of Dharma. He is a ten level semi God level mage.

"Wang Ling!"

"Miss Vanessa, please don't make a joke. Your majesty will never issue such a decree."

"The order I received was no supplies, no support, no replacement, only a fight to the death."

"Please go back! The war has come to the most cruel time. Don't let master Merlin distract you, because you are not sharing the worries of the Empire, but blocking the Empire. "

"Miss Vanessa, if you still refuse to leave, I will punish you with the highest law in wartime."

Owen, the commander of the army, looked cold and serious, and would never give Vanessa any conditions for negotiation. He was the only surviving descendant of master Merlin, the last demigod of the Empire.

"Chief Owen, I'm in this war. You can't stop me, and you need my help."

"As a demigod, you should know my role. I'm not as vulnerable as you think."

"Because I am not only a demigod, but also a knight of the holy land at the top of the Ninth level."

"You and I should know that if the western border is broken, then I will stay with your majesty for just a few more days and let me do my part in the battlefield.""I, Vanessa Merlin, would rather die in battle than die in despair."

"Chief Owen, please give me a chance."

Vanessa Merlin, with her right fist across her chest, knelt down on one knee and gave a knightly salute to Irving, the commander of the army, but her eyes were fixed on the Far West, full of unyielding and firm.

"Report to the commander of the army!"

"One thousand five hundred miles to the northwest, the nightmare knight has launched a charge."

"The number is 18000, and the cultivation is from level 6 to level 8!"

"It's expected to contact the 17th team in an hour."

A rescuing Knight came down from the sky, but he didn't care to salute, so he handed down the military order directly.

"Herald! Unit 17, pull back

"Order the orc cavalry of the 25th unit to charge!"

"Order Griffin Knight air support from unit 27!"

"Charge the ninth Centaur

"Vanessa, I order you to command the mage group, effective immediately, to monitor the movement of the whole army."

Irving, the commander of the army, stares at the northwest and immediately gives the order. The soldiers in charge of the order pass it down one by one. At last, they take a look at Vanessa and then walk down the wall

"Yes, commander!" Vanessa got Owen's permission, but also directly to the forefront of the tense war, there is no time to clean up the house, because this is a life and death war.

In the east of the western border city wall, on the plain about 300 miles away, a young man with black hair and black eyes is walking. A picture emerges in front of him, which is Owen and Vanessa of the western border city wall.

"The trough! Guye, commander Owen, isn't that the 3000 surviving veterans of the order army? And Vanessa is one of your apprentices. How many people have you stuffed in

"Spicy chicken system, 3000 order veterans, should be reborn here. I owe them a promise, and now I should give them a bright future."

"Mr. Gu, what's your position? Can we still use the monarch of order? "

"Spicy chicken system, nonsense, of course, is the last monarch of order. Does that fit my identity? After all, I have countless legends in this continent. "

"What! Gu Ye, you still have a legend, let this system have a look? The disseminator of light, the only savior, the forger of sword in stone, the husband of the great queen, the holy king of Celtic Empire, the only dawn of darkness, the founder of magic civilization, the most handsome Faye in history Good heavens! Mr. Gu, can you still order your face? "

"Spicy chicken system, how to speak? What's shameless? It's wise and powerful. Do you understand? "

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The ancient wasteland and the system roam on the plain, and the system is completely speechless at last, completely refreshed by the shameless of the ancient wasteland.