Chapter 2 Entering the City

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In the distant eastern sky, there is a faint red light. A new day is coming, and the morning sun also reveals her beauty. An unusually neat team came from afar. Obviously, this is a starry night army, and it is not difficult to see the dust of the long journey from them.

None of the soldiers in the team showed fatigue or dissatisfaction. Their eyes were sharp and firm. Everyone stared at the direction of the Cologne fortress ahead, and their eyes flashed with the fighting spirit of victory. In the eyes of these soldiers was an endless flame. It was the flame ignited by the Cologne fortress, and it was also their brothers. Their comrades-in-arms were ignited with the flames of life. Everyone's eyes flashed with a strong sadness, but they did not cry. Some were just relief, just blessings, just...

In the distance, at the end of the road are endless heavy trucks, and thick dust rises between the wheels. The dust rises all over the sky and covers everything behind it. At the front of the team were dozens of infantry phalanxes, all of which were wearing dense armor, which was the most common style on the continent, but there was a shining military emblem on the shoulders of each soldier, which was the symbol of the Imperial Central Army.

Several teams of light riders hovered on both sides of the infantry, defending against the monsters that may appear on the two wings. All the light riders held a snowy sword in their hands, but this did not affect their skillful control of the mounts under them. Suddenly, Jing Chen's hazy eyes saw an unbelievable scene in the team. A group of middle-aged people riding horses and moving forward silently were all wearing a unified standard robe. The leader was an old man riding a white horse. He was wearing a lavender robe, and the cuffs of the robe were embroidered with three gold edges.

Such a neat queue, this standard robe reminds Jing Chen of the special formation of the Central Army mentioned by his father Jing Tian, the Magician Corps. This is the core force in the Central Army of the Holy Spirit Empire. The whole magician regiment is divided into three brigades, and three squadrons under the brigade. There are 100 magicians in each squadron. In addition to a squadron leader and nine guards, they are divided into three teams. There are less than a thousand people in the whole magician group. However, less than a thousand people are known as one of the three strong armies in the mainland, which is as famous as the broken division of the San Bruno Empire and the condemnation magic cannon battalion of the Jingge Alliance.

Seeing the scale of the magician's division this time is far from a squadron. Although Jing Chen can't look carefully, according to his visual inspection, there are at least 500 members of the magician's division. This means that there are at least five squadrons. What is this concept? There are only nine squadrons in the magician's group, five at a time, or even more than five, which is enough to show the strong strength of this team. After all, Perry, who is known as the god of war, is not stupid enough to fill the pit with the magicians's group.

The team was far and near, and soon it had opened to the east gate of the Cologne Fortress. Mr. Mo waved his right hand, and the gate more than ten meters high was slowly pushed away by a dark force.

In front of the team was an old man. The old man was burly, with a national face and long blonde hair, and sat proudly on the horse facing the golden dawn. There was a momentum of the old man who had been in the upper position for a long time, and there was also a kind of seriousness used by soldiers. His eyes swept coldly across the city, his expression was slightly slow, and he nodded to Mr. Mo, and said nothing more.

Suddenly, a strong momentum gushed out of the old man, and even Jing Chen, who was standing at the head of the city, was almost suffocated. A soft force suddenly came. Jing Chen reluctantly turned his head and looked. Mr. Mo was holding his body with his hand and slowly let him sit down. A breath suddenly wrapped Jing Chen, so that he was not affected by the old man's momentum under the wall.

"The whole army listen to my order, implement the No. 1 combat plan, and enter the city!" When the words fell, a bright sword in his right hand waved, and the blood of countless soldiers was also ignited at this moment. They roared and rushed to the city. At this moment, there is already a sea of fire in the city. There are roars of warcrafts, human moans, and constant explosions in the sea of fire. As the sun rose slowly, the sun fell on the Cologne fortress. The best time for the activities of warcrafts had quietly passed, and the Central Army, which had always been famous for its toughness, did not show any fatigue even in the starry night march.

Although the defenders of the Cologne fortress have felt the footsteps of the reinforcements, they are still firmly carrying out their own tasks, with soldiers and incoming monsters to die, and monsters and soldiers being blown into pieces. Sad light flashed in the eyes of the central army. Perhaps these dead soldiers did not have their excellent weapons and their overall strength, but all the defenders are the most worthy of their respect, because they are worthy of the word "imperial soldiers".

It is they who defend the mission of soldiers with their lives, it is they who defend the safe evacuation of countless civilians with their flesh and blood, it is they who fulfill their vows when they enlist in the army with everything, it is they who...

All the central soldiers who rushed into the Cologne fortress rushed to the places where the flying monsters gathered, because there were their brothers, because there was the glory of the empire, and because there were immortal military souls. Unfortunately, there are too many Warcrafts. In many places, dazzling flames will rise before they rush over, and then they can see a large number of Warcrafts being killed and flying in the distance.

All the soldiers who entered the city were automatically divided into teams of 20 or 30 people. They tacitly walked between the streets of the city at extremely fast speed. In particular, the team composed of members of the magician group, whether it is low-level monsters or those king-level monsters, can't hinder their footsteps. Every time the wounded are rescued, there will be a life-line Druid in the team to treat the wounded. This is the standard configuration of the magician's team. Each team will have a Druid who is good at healing. This kind of profession, which is very useless elsewhere, is necessary in the magician's team.

Standing on the east gate, Jing Chen only felt dizzy to his head. Looking at the scene of war in front of him, he seemed to go back to his childhood. He sat next to his father Jingtian and listened to Jingtian tell him those stories about the war, which was his happiest time. I went to exercise with my father every morning. After exercising, I sat down to listen to my father's story, but now... Jing Chen suddenly thought of his parents. More than a year has passed in a blink of an eye. Now my parents don't know where they are and how they are doing.

"If you are tired, take a rest for a while." Mo Lao's voice suddenly sounded.

"Mo Lao, why did you suddenly come here? Grandpa, are they all right? Jing Chen narrowed his eyes and asked doubtfully. According to what Amanderon said at the beginning, Mo Lao should have stayed at Zeus College to find himself. How could he suddenly appear here?

"Didn't you see that old guy?" Mr. Mo turned his head and looked at Jing Chen, who was already sitting at the head of the city doubtfully.

"Who? Grandpa? I haven't seen him!" Jing Chen tried his best to open his eyes and looked at Mo Lao, who was also looking at him, in surprise.

"How is that possible? It was he who sent me a message that night that I knew that you had come out and rushed to the fortress of Cologne. According to what he said at that time, according to time, he should have arrived a long time ago. How could he not meet you? Mo Lao frowned slightly. Of course, he is not worried about what will happen to the elder. In the world, there may be a peerless strong man who can make the elder have no chance to escape, but he is probably less likely to encounter than the chance of being struck by lightning.

"Oh?" Jing Chen answered hesitantly, and then his eyes condensed. He remembered the battle with the middle-aged man with the zombie face that day. Several times, when the middle-aged man was about to kill himself, he could feel a familiar breath, but at that time, the breath was extremely erratic but very weak. At first, Jing Chen thought it was his own illusion. Now it seems that this is not the case. It can't be said that the elder grandpa was secretly protecting himself. Finally, when he saw Armanderon arrive, he left safely.

Thinking of this, Jing Chen was even more puzzled. Why did Grandpa secretly protect himself but didn't come out to see each other? Where did he go now? Since leaving his parents, Jing Chen has always felt very lonely. Fortunately, an elder accepted him as a grandson, which also made him find the warmth of his relatives again, but now...

"You don't have to think too much about it. The old man's life is very hard. Maybe something is going on. Let's delay it. He will naturally come to see you after finishing it. That old guy is very reluctant to give up your grandson, hehe. With that, Mr. Mo actually laughed, but a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes. He turned his head and glanced at Jing Chen sitting on the ground and said nothing more.

With the passage of time, the heavy truck, which was originally left behind, slowly opened to the East Gate. The heavy truck stretched for more than ten miles. Each car was full of all kinds of military materials, weapons, food, bedding, camp tents, and of course, there were many things that Jingchen did not know. It was also a war. Necessary materials.

The shouting and killing gradually faded away. Jing Chen only felt that everything in front of him began to blur, and his head tilted, and he fainted.

I don't know how long it took, Jing Chen slowly opened his eyes. With the opening of his eyes, his consciousness was also awake again, shaking his heavy head, and Jing Chen raised his head and looked around. Jing Chen, with his eyes slightly hazy, was suddenly stunned. He suddenly found that he had come to a very strange place.

This is a stone platform towering into the clouds. There is nothing else on the stone platform. The stars shine in the sky but there is no moon. Jing Chen slowly lowers his head and sees only the clouds floating on the waist of the stone platform. Everything below is covered by those clouds and can't be seen.

"Wake up?" A kind voice sounded.

Jing Chen turned his head and said in surprise, "It's you!" I don't know when an old man appeared on the stone platform. The old man is of medium height. Although he is not young, his eyes are full of light, and he can't see a trace of old age. This old man Jing Chen has seen. It is the old man who helped him open his blood.

"It's me." The old man answered with a smile. Jing Chen suddenly felt that the old man seemed to be in a particularly good mood. When he looked at himself, he seemed to have excitement and joy in his eyes.

"Do I come again..." He glanced around. Jing Chen hesitated for a moment and did not continue to talk. It doesn't look like the place where he came from. Although the sky is still full of stars, although the old man is still standing here, at least when he came last time, he didn't see this towering. The stone platform of clouds.

"You're really here again. This is the third time." The old man affirmed Jing Chen's guess. Not only that, his fingers were connected, and a faint blood light suddenly appeared in front of Jing Chen, and the blood light slowly condensed into a strange rune.

Suddenly, the bloody rune suddenly shook, and a dazzling bloody light went straight to the sw.

The calm starry sky suddenly trembled, and a huge pressure made Jingchen even a little breathless. It suddenly fell on the stone platform. Jingchen's body, which had just stood up, suddenly shook and almost fell down. The old man raised his right hand slightly, and a soft force came. This force just held his shaking body and allowed him to stand firm.

"Is this...?" Jing Chen looked at the old man beside him, and his eyes were full of doubts.

"Look, no one has been able to enter here for the third time for many years. I hope you can..." The old man did not continue to say. A feverish light flashed in his eyes, but the light flashed away, and Jing Chen in doubt did not find the light.