The strong wind surged from the south field, as sharp as a blade.


    A bonfire was lit in the black wing camp. The raging flame dragged against the wind and dyed the whole field red. The war lizard stayed at the sentry post with a crossbow in his hand and looked warily at the wind and grass in all directions. Artillery and crossbow vehicles were in place, and the tanks were on standby.


    Accompanied by the flying dragon, Garon climbed a low slope. The trained Orc soldiers were not born, but quietly made way for the prince to climb the overlooking point - in the endless field, this low slope is the highest part of the camp.


    From a high point of view, around the black wing camp, the field seems to be full of ants. With the crawling of these ants, the whole ground is wriggling and undulating.


    "So many people," blakia said softly.


    A simple two eye rough estimation shows that there are probably more tribes participating in the war this time than all the previous expeditions of the Empire, but the wilderness is very quiet. These aborigines silently execute some orders and gather towards the black wing camp.


    "It''s really beyond my expectation," Garon whispered, "but it''s not enough for the aborigines to defeat us with those primitive weapons like this siege."


    "Where''s their blood curse? What are you going to do with it?" blackhia asked.


    "Normal payable."


    "What do you say?"


    "The army of the empire is the first in terms of combat ability. Do you think the family members of ortoronso have no experience in dealing with supernatural forces? If they are on another continent, they are supernatural forces themselves," Garon explained.


    "Let''s see what these aborigines are going to do." when she finished, the mother dragon raised her slender neck.


    The aborigines stopped seven or eight hundred steps away from the black wing sentry, and a series of fires were lit in the vilost tribe. They could vaguely see the aborigines holding stone spears shouting and drinking with their bare upper bodies. Then, ten aborigines in a group slowly rolled out rough stone throwing carts.


    Next, some people in the tribe took blood as a curse, and the fire immediately rose into the sky, forcing back the cold of winter. It was bright on the grassland. They slowly pulled down the long arm of the catapult, and at the other end of the long arm was a flaming fireball burning with blood. After one after another dull noise, I don''t know how many catapult trains around the camp started at the same time, and in a moment, the fire broke through the air, Dozens of hundreds of fire masses cut through the dark night and fell into the middle of the black wing camp.


    "Blakia," said Garon in a deep voice.


    One of the fire masses was facing the low slope. The fire was wrapped in black matter, like a huge meteor falling from the sky, with a burning heat wave.


    As soon as Garon''s voice fell, the mother dragon gave a dull roar, tightened her limbs and shook her tail up. The tip of her tail and the fire hit. A fire collapsed under the attack, and the burning pieces scattered in the explosion, as if it had been a fire rain.


    The mother dragon twisted her neck and shook the ashes on her body: "it''s really useless. I don''t want to protect you."


    Blakiah''s physique has always been better than Garonne. In velost, who can''t display his talents and spells, the gap in physical quality between the two sides is obvious. If there is a fight here, it is estimated that the two garonnes are blakiah''s opponents.


    If the flame was wrapped in a hard rolling stone, even the dragon''s body would feel pain. Now Garon has seen that the burning broken fire is a mass of oily black material, emitting rolling black smoke, which has a faint smell of blood and an indescribable special smell. In addition to the flame, the fireball also brings the smoke that covers the space.


    "In this case, our long-range forces cannot aim," commander ottomo said.


    "There''s no need to aim, just let them attack," Garon said. "Inform the artillery array and tank group to make indiscriminate attacks on the areas where the Aborigines were found before, and blast out all the ammunition."


    The drop train was still firing, but the counterattack of the black wing had begun. The artillery array opened a far more ferocious barrage attack than the opponent. The tank group also rumbled after a round of bombardment, waiting for the curtain call of the artillery attack, ready to run over to the frontal battle field under the cover of the dog demon and the ORC.


    After ottomo went down, Garon looked at the black wing camp in the distance through the thick smoke and rubbed blackhia''s neck with his head: "in fact, I have no bottom in my heart."


    There was no one around. Garon''s dignified and mature expression disappeared. He rubbed blakia''s ear and whispered: "We know too little about the so-called golden city. On the contrary, through the coastal war, the opponents have known our strength. In this case, their decision-makers still decided to go to war and surround us. Do you think they are desperate or ready for a fatal blow?"


    "It seems that you have thought about this before." blackhia turned to look at him in surprise. After Garon nodded, "do you still keep urging the troops to move forward and not digest and consolidate your ruling area?"


    "What can I do?" Garon whispered and explained: "altolenso urged him to ask for the" dead iron "material. I checked it. It is a kind of sacrificial material. It is very few along the coast. It mostly appears in the central continent and is controlled by golden city and some large tribes."


    "Oh, so you can''t wait to attack inland." blakia smiled coldly. "He himself was the emperor in aladdia and slept with the mother dragon. We stayed in this ghost place where magic can''t be used. You fool, now he''s going to sell his life to Caesar."


    Garon stared at the battlefield which was gradually boiling. The flame was beating in the almond shaped vertical eyes, breathing the roaring wind mixed with thick smoke. He was silent for a while. It seemed that he was not confident enough to say in a low voice: "I said before that altolenso was good to us, and I always wanted to help him."


    The atmosphere stagnated for a moment, and blakia suddenly slapped him on the head: "all right, stupid pig, show your momentum. Look at your worthless appearance. When we first met Sylvia, we didn''t see what happened to you."


    "I was scared silly at that time." Garonne smiled foolishly. "At that time, my mind was blank. I ran with altolenso foolishly. Didn''t you run with me?"


    Blackhia raised her head, the whole camp was filled with gunsmoke, and everything around her was in a sea of fire: "it''s spectacular. My teeth have begun to itch."


    "Let these ignorant aborigines see that even without talent and magic, the dragon is still a dragon." Garon nodded, "let''s go!"


    "I won''t care about you later." blackia retracted her wings and stepped forward. "Remember what you said, don''t die here."