Chapter 96: A Mighty and High-Spirited Army of 100,000 Marches Across the Border

"Bang... Bang... Bang..." On the grassland in early autumn, the sound of neat and dull footsteps came from far away, breaking the tranquility of dawn. Two prairie marmots crawled out of the burrow and poked their heads out. They wondered if they were still asleep. The cold weather had made them ready to wear tight clothes and eat to survive the cold winter, but they suddenly heard the Jingzhe that only happens in late winter and early spring!

Oh, marmot Maria, when they saw the dense black armor and the neat pace of the human army, they retreated into the cave as quickly as possible, shivering...

"Dear Yalin, as far as you know, has there been such a large-scale military operation on the continent in the past hundred years?" On the side of the army, Wordsworth, riding on the back of the Fiery Army, had a proud face, and the stubble on his face was carefully trimmed, which not only made them look not messy, but also retained the mark of a mature man.

On the golden general's armor, on the lower part of the chest, a lion burning in the fire was embroidered with gold thread!

The Flame Lion Corps, the pride of the Bruman Empire!

If the special forces of the St. Paul Empire are flourishing, then the Flame Lions of Bruman are the only ones that stand out!

Lions are already kings in the beast world, and the Flame Lions are terrible beasts with both close combat and magic talents. Under the formation of a well-organized team, the combat power released is terrifying. If Bruman invests 90 million gold coins in the military every year, then at least 60 million will be allocated to the Flame Lions!

Therefore, Wordsworth's pride is based on sufficient strength, and the five people also opposed him becoming the commander of the million-strong coalition.

"Great Commander Wordsworth, let alone a hundred years, even in the past five hundred years, how many armies of this size have appeared on the continent?" The man named Yarlin, wearing a green cloak, rode on a warhorse, holding a harp tightly in his hand, with excitement and admiration in his eyes, undisguised, "It can be said that this million-strong coalition army has gathered the wisdom, courage, dignity and glory of mankind. The significance of this army is not only about fighting, but more about symbolizing our unshakable determination, courage, and firm belief in the dominance of mankind. And we have sufficient reason to believe that in front of this army, any race, whether it is orcs, elves, or even dragons, must bow their proud heads to humans! As for the Zerg?" Yarlin shook his head and suddenly plucked the strings with his right hand.

"Ding Dong..." The sound of the harp is warm and deep, like the flow of a clear spring in the mountains, like a breeze blowing in summer! "The trade winds of the Endless Sea,

bring the coldness of late autumn,

the vast Sikuler grassland,

welcome heroes from all races of mankind,

the horn of war is not cruel,

it is only to soothe the restlessness of the soul,

poor Zerg,

the glory of the golden god of war,

will pay tribute to your heroic spirits

..."

The bard, this Yaerlin, turned out to be the bard that Ye Luo had always heard of but never seen...

Ye Wang conveyed this scene to Ye Luo in the atmosphere, which made Ye Luo laugh and cry.

"The composition is OK, maybe the instrument is good, the lyrics? A mess..." Our Captain Ye made the final evaluation.

Ye Meng crossed his arms, "The road of war, with the bard, the tragic defeat of the St. Paul Empire, it seems that the coalition forces of the four empires did not serve as a lesson..."

"When a disaster happens to someone else, 70% of the onlookers will gloat over it and say, look, how useless these guys are, 20% will worry about themselves, 5% will learn lessons, and 5% will look for business opportunities from it..." The smile on Ye Luo's face was filled with the brilliance of confidence, "The Fiery Lion, with its powerful strength, gave them arrogance and arrogance, and with the background of its strength, their arrogance became a matter of course. Over time, this matter of course has become their nature, so when they heard about the failure of St. Paul, they laughed at it the most!"

"When the scar appears on their heads, they will know the pain, my emperor, Ye Yi and the others are ready, we can start!" Ye Wang's voice reached the ears of Ye Luo and Ye Meng.

Ye Luo looked at Ye Kong beside him and nodded.

Ye Kong smiled and drew an arc with his hands. Silver space power burst out from his hands, and a silver light gate was formed in front of everyone with his movements!

At the same time, at the southern border of the Kingdom of Kren, in front of the marching army, the same light gate appeared in the sky!

"Stop moving forward!" Wordsworth roared, like the roar of a lion or tiger, and the arrogance and frivolity on his face disappeared, and he instantly entered a state of war!

"Woo woo..." The flaming lion under his seat also lowered his head, stared, and let out a threatening roar.

The army immediately gathered their formations, fighting each other in a cluster, and their eyes saluted the silver light gate in unison, and the archer army had already put their arrows on the bowstrings and were ready at any time!

"Pa...pa...pa..." Crisp applause came from the front of the army.

Wordsworth, who was concentrating on staring at the silver light gate, twitched his eyes and looked into the distance.

Long black hair, black armor, who else could it be but Ye Luo!

Wordsworth raised his arm, his palm turned outward, signaling the army not to attack without authorization.

"Are you Ye Luo?" Wordsworth admired Ye Luo's courage.

Ye Luo nodded, his eyes swept past Wordsworth, and saw the flaming lion under his seat, grinning and praising, "Tsk tsk, what a cute lion dog, I just happen to lack a guard dog in my manor in the northern province!"

"Roar!!!" As a high-level magic beast, how could the flaming lion not understand Ye Luo's words? Ye Luo's ridicule and provocation made his eyes turn red instantly.

"Becky, be quiet!" Wordsworth kept patting the flaming lion with his left hand...

"Ye Luo, the two armies are fighting. If you are here to surrender, the words just now will only increase our punishment for you!"

Ye Luo smiled and shook his head, "You are wrong. We are not here to surrender, but... to persuade you to surrender..."

"I really don't know where your confidence comes from?" Wordsworth once again used his magical right arm. This time, as long as he clenched his fist, the archers and magicians who aimed at Ye Luo and the heroes behind him could instantly make Ye Luo and his names history!

Ye Luo looked at Wordsworth sincerely and pointed at the silver light gate with his left hand, "Look carefully, my confidence all comes from there!"

"Buzz!"

The light gate shook! Two people appeared on the other side of the light gate.

Wordsworth shook all over and rolled down from the flaming lion...