Chapter 105 The Arrival of the Allied ForcesAnother easy win. Facing an enemy who lost consciousness during a battle, Alger would never miss any opportunity, but he did not feel the slightest joy of killing the enemy. Even the dragon-veined giant eagle under his seat let out a low, mournful cry. Alger looked down at the place where Nellie fell and said calmly: "Iger, I've said before, we just each serve our own master. The former Alger is long dead." "Nellie. She should understand that." Without even a moment of mourning for his former friend and the enemy he had just killed, Alger rode the giant eagle back into the battlefield. "Iger, keep fighting." However, this small-scale encounter was almost over. Facing the battle-hardened Eagle Guards, these fledgling Dragon Knights fought even more skillfully than Alger did, and were crushing them. "Look at my barbecue skills!" "Three kills!" "Kill like crazy, kill like crazy."
"Don't compete with me, I will just max out my contribution today!" The flying dragon ignored the heavy encirclement of the Eagle Guards and just sprayed fire at its target, turning several Eagle Guards into charcoal and falling to the ground. These players ignored all tactics, maneuvers, and temptations. If any Eagle Guards dared to fight back, they would just rush over and spray fire at them until they could no longer fight back. You mean tactics? It's just talk for fun. Who would remember these things when a real fight breaks out? Won't it all be just a mess? what? How dare you harass and attack me from behind? The players can even ignore the enemies in front of them and turn their heads away, even if it means risking being attacked from both sides, they are determined to bite the nasty guy who is stealing their butts to death. But what's even more terrifying is that due to the scales these guys are born with, the arrows from behind are like tickling them. The players' rough and wild style made the Eagle Guards extremely uncomfortable. What kind of play is this? It wasn't taught in tactical drills. Due to Nellie's death, the North Wind Eagle Guards had long been leaderless, and were faced with the players' style of attack that they could neither defeat nor escape from. Soon, the battle became a one-sided chase. "Keep chasing! Keep chasing!" "Where to escape!" "Don't run away, bandits!" Mantou rode the flying dragon "Noodles" and rushed to the front, his arms holding a lance that was more than five meters long, and his expression was extremely excited. The gun was already stained with blood, and was longing for the blood of the next enemy. Seeing the Eagle Guard in front of him flying farther and farther away, Mantou was eager to contribute and directly activated his skills. 【Dragon Roar Charge! 】 "Roar--"
The half-dragon knight and the dragon under him roared at the same time. The resonant roars of the two were so powerful that they even caused the giant eagle not far away to tremble and fall into instinctive panic. Its speed dropped sharply, and even its wings were shaking, making it difficult to maintain normal flight. "Haha, suffer death!" "Five hundred contributions, here I come!" Mantou let out an extremely wild laugh and swooped down on the flying dragon. Just as the tip of his spear was about to pierce through the enemy's back, as he drank the blood - "Swoosh!" A sharp arrow passed by Mantou and hit the back of the Eagle Guard's head directly. The powerful force caused the tip of the arrow to penetrate through his eyebrows. The Eagle Guard rolled off the giant eagle's back. Mantou did not receive the expected contribution, and the wanton smile on his face slowly froze. He immediately flew into a rage, and angrily said to the sky: "Xin Gou, why are you trying to steal my kills? My 500 contributions——" Singo's lazy voice came from the air: "I am a bow warrior. If I don't harvest, why would I play the bow warrior? I have already aimed at that person. You can only blame your gun for not being as fast as my arrow." "What the hell" "Just practice more if you're new. You've only killed a few people, but I've already received 6,000 contributions." "If you have the guts, don't try to steal my kills. You're still fighting even though I've already controlled you with my Dragon Roar." "Then if you control it, it means I can hit you, right?" "Fuck you." The battle ahead had completely turned into a massacre. Alger no longer paid attention to the chaotic battle here. He had been with these players for a long time and knew how crazy these players could be for the so-called "contribution to the camp". He believed that they would never let any fish slip through the net. What he was more concerned about was the whereabouts of the coalition forces. “These guys are so exposed.” "Iger, let's go scout on our own first." Alger gave instructions to the dragon-veined giant eagle under his seat. After years of working together, they were almost telepathic and only needed to make a single movement to know what the other meant. So while the players were chasing around for contributions, Alger quietly left on a giant eagle. “Finally I saw it.” He flew over one mountain range after another and finally spotted the target in the distance. It was so obvious that he didn't even need to observe it too much. ——It was a huge army, tens of thousands of people marching in the wilderness, like a mottled torrent, many of them wearing iron armor and holding long spears. War horses neighed, infantry and cavalry alternated, the tips of their spears flashed coldly in the sun, and there were many heavy carriages covered with thick cloth, and no one knew what was inside. Several flags were raised high in the center of the army, with the gray eagle flag in the front - the flag of the "Northern Wind Eagle" Rackman family, followed by the family flags of "Northern Lion" Bosk and "Double-Headed Eagle" Nott. There were also various flags in the team, which were the battle flags of noble lords from various places.
In addition to the soldiers, there were also a large number of civilians in the team, carrying loads, driving carts, and transporting supplies. The serfs were often bent by the heavy food, even though they were still plagued by hunger and often looked emaciated. There were also many giant eagles flying and circling in the sky, alert to the situation around them. Their armies are easy to distinguish. Rackman's uniforms are generally a calm gray-black color, while Bossk prefers dark blue, and Nott is keen on the earthy yellow. And in this torrent, gray accounts for the majority. You have to know that the entire twelve countries of the United Kingdom of the North cannot even gather a million people. Even the capital of the Principality of Rackman, Northwind Castle, is only a city of more than 30,000 people. This time, the Rackman family sent out nearly 20,000 troops, and they were determined to kill the Burning Nest with all their resources. Alger looked at the mighty army and muttered to himself: "The coalition forces of the three northern countries..." "They did come." "Anzeta, there hasn't been a war of this scale in decades..." "You must go back and report to the master immediately." Alger piloted the Dragon Vein Giant Eagle, flying over the mountains at an extremely fast speed and heading straight for the Dragon Valley. (End of this chapter)