"On the order of Your Majesty Barrett, your principality will send people to the front line immediately!"

A rough voice sounded around, and a knight with a fleshy face looked at an old man in front of him and shouted.

Opposite him, the old man took the order with a trembling arm. After reading the above, he was suddenly shocked: "So many!"

He looked at the big man in front of him with disbelief in his eyes: "Your Excellency made a mistake? Our Principality has just sent troops to attack Adyxu for His Majesty Barrett. At this time, the army is still fighting in front. How could it be possible to get so much? Give food and labor to your majesty?"

"Oh?"

Hearing him say this, the man opposite narrowed his eyes, with a sneer on his face: "So, you don't want to make it?"

As he said this, a bit of evil spirit gradually emerged, and the old man on the opposite side was taken aback.

At the same time, a little vindictive wave flashed, and the next moment, the old man only felt his whole body sink, and a sharp pain came from him, and then as the scene changed all over, he hit the city wall behind him, and a touch of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"My lord!" Suddenly, the surrounding guards lost their color, looking at the big man with a sneer on the opposite side, he drew his sword straight out.

However, the opposite man looked at this scene, but only sneered, and then drew a sword.

"I am the logistics officer personally appointed by His Majesty Barrett. Whoever dares to do it, just give it a try!"

He said so, but then he swung his sword and slashed it indifferently. Under the urging of a grudge, he directly hacked a guard to death, splashing blood.

"stop!"

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

"These grains, we will definitely deliver them on time!"

"These grains?" The big man sneered, "Who told you that it was just these?"

He turned to look forward, gently retracted the blood-stained sword, and said with contempt at the back: "Apart from what is said in the order, let me transport half more to my camp!"

Suddenly, the whole scene was shocked, and the old man angrily supported the severely injured body, and his vindictiveness was faint.

But the next moment, as if thinking of something, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he was silent for a long time, before finally nodding.

Similar scenes were repeated all around. Under Barriet's order, the small city-states that had originally surrendered to Indeley were unlucky one after another, and under Barriet's compulsory conscription, they were constantly being exploited.

The greed of officials, large and small, has exacerbated this situation. So for a time, the major city-states and nobles that had originally surrendered were shaken. Only because of Yingdeli's powerful prestige, he did not dare to resist.

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On the other side, at night, stars gradually shone on the sky.

Artis climbed onto the city wall, silently observing the strong camp below.

"Sure enough, after such a long battle, even though it has the foundation to support it in the past, that momentum has declined."

He observed the big camp below and said silently.

As his words fell, from his perspective, in the two camps, each had a sky pillar towering.

The wolf **** roared frantically in front, the wolf eyes with a dark light, seemed to have a purple meaning, although it was still very powerful, but there was a faint blood on the body, faintly ominous and exhausted.

On the other side, an ancient tree was quietly ups and downs, and the branches danced lightly as the scene fluctuated, condensing strength little by little. Above the ancient tree, there was also **** color, but there was still a thick layer of light enveloped, firmly supporting him behind, the light of faith condensed into new power bit by bit, dispelling the **** color.

"Originally, if it was a normal battle between the two armies and supported it for so long under such a fierce offensive, even if it could still be supported, it would still be on the border of collapse."

Artis murmured, with a deep gloom in his eyes: "But in the face of a sacrificial priest wearing divine art, this law doesn't work!"

"First of all, with the belief in the **** of nature as an introduction, the support in the army will far exceed that of the ordinary army, and it will never be broken until the last moment. In other respects, there are also sacrificial sacred arts."

"The same severely injured person can only lie quietly with the other party. Judging from the medical conditions of this world, he can basically only wait for death. However, it can be completely cured under the sacrificial magic, even lightly injured people only need You can return to the battlefield in a few days. This kind of one-in-one-out view is a great contrast."

"Although it would cost a lot of divine power to make ends meet. But with the previous accumulation of the ontology and the continuous support of divine power, there is no problem in supporting this battle."

Thinking of this, he smiled slightly, with a cold expression on his face: "The swift and violent attack for several months consumes not only troops and morale, but also a large amount of source power in the destiny person, almost all of which is swayed here."

"Even if it was the Son of Destiny in the Northern Territory, the previous accumulation was huge, but now, how much power is left?"

After all, even if it is one of the candidates for the son of the world, the power he 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.

Attis looked calmly, and looked at a star fragment in the distant void.

The stars are magnificent, with a world of artistic conception, shining with a certain brilliance. While it fluctuated, a trace of source strength continued to hang down, and it continued to merge into a pillar of heaven, blessing it.

However, despite this, Adis calmly saw that the original source power in the Tianzhu had already consumed more than half, and almost only a thin layer of purple energy remained, still supporting it.

Seeing this scene, Artis sneered: "Since I couldn't knock me down at the beginning, then the next one will lose and grow."

As his mind moved, the old tree that had been quietly floating in the sky moved slightly, and a little faint light circulated quietly.

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But on the northern wasteland not far from here, each figure was rushing.

The number of this army is small, only about 5,000 people, but everyone has horses, which is almost unimaginable.

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

It can be said that if the horses of all the city-state troops in the original Northern Territory were gathered together, it was almost more than this number. It can be imagined how extravagant it is.

Of course, if you include those privately owned by the nobles, then it would be far more than this amount.

This army galloped in the wilderness, carrying waves of divine power on its body, and rushed towards Cecil City.

The leader was an old man with a scepter in his hand and wearing a colorful robe for the pope. He looked at the shadow of a tree in the distance, and his eyes passed by with boundless depth.