On the night after the meeting, a magic order was sent to Viscount Namisha, the highest commander of the border guarding army of the Kingdom of Loway.

The next day, the border guards, which had been in a defensive posture, launched a raid on the barbarian tribes on the border.

Barbarians have always been robbed south, and no one has ever attacked the barren barbarian territory. Therefore, the barbarian tribe suffered heavy losses without any warning.

Within one day, the army of the Kingdom of Loway pushed ten kilometers into the barbarian grassland, and the barbarian tribes on the border were completely slaughtered by the long-standing resentful Loway soldiers.

But the situation of the war is not as optimistic as it seems. The whole people of the barbarians are soldiers. As long as the barbarians recover from the initial raid, under the call of the holy city, Sandonal, the invaders will fall into the vast sea of ​​more than 20 million barbarians.

His long military career gave Viscount Namisha a sensitive sense of military smell. After chasing for a while, he gave up the expansion of his achievements, led his troops back to the border city, and sent Rangers to inform the residents of the villages and towns around the city to move into the city to prevent the barbarians from revenge.

Viscount Namisha was wearing armor and stood on the wall of the border city - the Midolan Fortress, looking out at the distance with tender green barbarian prairie inlaid.

It was early spring, and the weather began to warm up. The snow on the Barbarian Prairie began to melt, revealing the barren land hidden in the snow below for a winter. The wild grass with tenacious vitality absorbed the snow water and sprouted new buds.

A cold wind blew, lifting up the white cloak behind Viscount Namixia. The early spring wind was still chilling with the winter. Viscount Namixia, who was in his fifties, instinctively tightened his clothes and continued to look at the barbarian prairie in the distance.

The old border guard had deep worries in his eyes. He didn't understand why His Majesty the King gave such an order.

It is not a wise choice to anger the barbarians and attract revenge. The border between the Kingdom of Lowei and the Barbarians' prairie is too long, and even a hundred thousand border guards cannot defend such a long border.

Suddenly, a cyclist appeared in the distance, and the horse was waiting in the distance to watch the Midoran Fortress.

Viscount Namisha frowned. This was the barbarian's light cavalry that detects information.

The viscount guard on the side also discovered the barbarian's forward, and shocking hatred burst out in his eyes.

"Master Viscount, do you want to drive him away?"

Viscount Namisha waved his hand.

"Need not."

The northern grassland has the best BMW on the Nord Hill continent, and the barbarians are even known as the nation on horseback. The military horses of the Kingdom of Loway could not catch up with the light cavalry, but might be injured by the bows and arrows on their bodies.

Viscount Namicha looked down at the people queuing to the city to hide, and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the people had evacuated in time.

The barbarians are known as a nation on horseback. They are good at horse fighting and their combat styles come and go. It is precisely this way of fighting that comes and goes as soon as you want, which makes the barbarians go south and plunder all the way, and the north of the Kingdom of Loway was deeply harmed.

Whenever food is short, the barbarian tribes will organize blue-shaped men to go south, and small groups of people sneak into the Kingdom of Loway, attacking the towns and villages on the border, rape and killing, committing all kinds of evil. Almost every northerner in the Kingdom of Loway has an unresolved hatred with the barbarians.

Therefore, when they entered the barbarian prairie yesterday, the soldiers were very excited and killed every barbarian they could see.

But the consequences of being refreshed for a while are also very serious, and the barbarian scouts have arrived.

The war is not far away!

Viscount Namisha frowned. He was not afraid of war because the barbarians who lacked heavy siege equipment had no choice but to use the tall city walls. What he was worried about was that the barbarians bypassed the city and attacked the villages in the mainland.

The Kingdom of Loway is mainly a farming civilization, with villages scattered everywhere. If the barbarians sneak into the mainland and destroy villages and farmland, they will cause great losses to the Kingdom of Loway. Even if the four princes bring reinforcements, they may not be able to stop the fierce barbarians.

This is the main reason why Viscount Namicha did not understand the king's orders.

...

At the same time, the four princes of the Kingdom of Rowe - Morosanne, Parcy, Millem and Pondlea each led 10,000 White Wolf Army and were on the way to the border.

The Kingdom of Loway has three ace legions, one guards the border between the Kingdom of Loway and Pavlan, and the other guards the barbarian prairie, while the remaining one is firmly held by the king. This army is the White Wolf Army.

At this time, the White Wolf Army, a total of 100,000 people, was divided into 40,000 and distributed to the four princes who were qualified to compete for the throne. The old king's meaning was already very clear. The one who performed the best in this war was the next king.

Therefore, the whole country of the Kingdom of Loway was staring at this battle.

The third prince - Millum Baines, riding a maroon horse, walked at the forefront of the army. The third prince of the Kingdom of Rowe is a Nord Hill northerner with a pure bloodline. He has a high nose and deep sleepy eyes, sharp eyes like an eagle, and a head full of maroon curly hair.

Walking beside the prince are his two confidants, the captain of the guard, Hatim, and the staff member, Samisi.

Prince Millum drove the horse under his crotch and watched around him. At this time, he had begun to enter the north of the Kingdom of Rowe. The population was gradually sparse, with only the barren wilderness nearby and the towering snow-capped mountains in the distance.

At this time, Prince Millum was unintentionally watching the beautiful scenery and spoke absent-mindedly.

"Samisi, my father went there yesterday. Who did you see? Have you found out?"

The chief aide who sat down with the third prince, Samisi, a senior mage at level 13, shook his head.

"No, but I can be sure that your Majesty was teleported, and only brought the Guardian Knight and Lord Bruce. I specially visited Lord Bruce, but the demise of Bruce was very tight and I couldn't get any prompts."

Prince Millum flashed a hint of disappointment, but then relaxed. Since he only brought the Guardian Knights and Uncle Bruce, he could not find it himself, nor could the other three princes find it. Everyone was standing on the same starting line.

In fair competition, Prince Millum is not afraid of anyone. He looked back at the army of more than 20,000 people behind him. This is his capital to win this battle to chase the throne.

"How long will the three thousand men promised by Count Tiruan arrive?"

"It's estimated that it will take two more days."

Prince Millum nodded with satisfaction. Earl Tiruan's territory was in the south, and two days were already almost done.

The prince and his staff talked about the current situation all the way, and the captain of the guard, Hatim, suddenly interrupted the conversation between the two.

"Your Highness, I'm sorry to interrupt you, but if you continue, it may rain."

Hatim pointed to the clouds that were pressing down on his head. Prince Millum frowned. At this time, the sky was almost dark and the clouds were pressing down on him. It was estimated that the first spring thunder of this year was coming.

"Find a suitable place and set up a camp!"

...

The holy city of the Northland Barbarians-Sandonal.

In the chief's hall, the violent man, Siphregao, sat on the throne of the clan leader. In the hall, two rows of chairs lined up symmetrically. The chiefs of more than a hundred barbarians and major clans were sitting or standing, and they were quarreling.

"How dare these damn two-legged sheep slaughter Sandonal's people?!"

"They must be taught a bloody lesson!"

"Cut down their heads and make them into Jingguan!"

The hall was filled with anger, and the chiefs of the major barbarian clans shouted that they would fight to the end of King Rowe.

Obviously, the raids of the Kingdom of Rowe made these barbarian chiefs who were used to rob others very angry or panic.

For a long time, because the barbarians had no good fortune and strong people, the whole people were soldiers, and the attack on the barbarians was not worth the loss, the Kingdom of Luowei has always adopted a defensive strategy against the barbarians going south to plunder.

But in fact, the national strength of the Kingdom of Loway was stronger than that of the barbarians. It was only because of the existence of the old enemy, the Kingdom of Pavlan, that the Kingdom of Loway could only tolerate it, because once the war with the barbarians began, the Kingdom of Pavlan would inevitably take advantage of the situation.

Now, the Kingdom of Luowei has provoked the barbarians for no reason, which makes the major barbarian leaders angry and feel uneasy.

While the chiefs of major clans were arguing, the barbarian leader, Siphre, did not say a word, supported his head with one hand and closed his eyes to rest. He was waiting for a news.

Not long after, a priest wearing chain armor and holding a one-handed hammer pushed open the wooden door and walked in.

The door suddenly opened and a cold wind poured into the warm room, and the chiefs turned their heads to look at the visitor.

After discovering the identity of the visitor, the chiefs quickly stood up and saluted, because this was the god of barbarians, Balino's highest spokesperson in Nord Hill, and the legendary priest - Holmland.

Siphrey was still sitting on the throne of the patriarch. The Barbarian Chief and the helmsman of the Balino Church were on par, so of course he did not need to stand up and salute.

"Article Homland, is there anything unusual?"

Homran shook his head.

"No, the borders between the Kingdom of Rowe and the Kingdom of Pavlan are the same as before, and the troops of the Kingdom of Alans are not moving, but the four princes of the Kingdom of Rowe, each carrying ten thousand White Wolf Army, are rushing towards the border."

Siphrey frowned.

The Kingdom of Rowe is in a state of confusion?!

Why provoke the barbarians?!

Siphrey felt something was wrong. If something went wrong, there would be a demon, but his eyes were dark.

But no matter what, the current situation cannot tolerate his retreat. His tribe members were massacred by outsiders. If he, the barbarian tribe leader, was regarded as a turtle, then the saliva of the people could drown him.

Siphrey slapped his chair, stood up, and glanced at the chiefs of the clan below.

The chiefs of major clans did not dare to look at this fierce and famous legendary warrior, and they all lowered their heads.

Satisfied, Siphrey spoke loudly.

"Everyone! A day ago! Our brothers and sisters in the south were ruthlessly slaughtered by the fragments of the Kingdom of Rowe! I! The patriarch of the Barbarian clan! I feel very sad! We must avenge the dead brothers and sisters! Who of you are willing to send troops?!"

Bang!

A big man as strong as a cow stood up and slapped the chair beneath him.

"The Soha clan is willing to stand with the patriarch! We have produced three thousand strong men!"

"The Muluo clan produced two thousand five sons!"

“….”

"Five thousand children from the Harlow clan participated in the war."

As soon as the words of the chief of the Harlow clan came out, it was quiet. At present, five thousand people were the largest.

"I'm leading the team myself!"

The chief of the Harlow clan stood up and glared at the hall.

"No one of you will go! Whoever is a woman with no balls!"

The chief of the Soha clan echoed.

"Yes! Whoever doesn't go! Whoever is a bastard! Not worthy of being a chief!"
To be continued...