The Clamoring Hydra

It's late summer and it's half autumn.

Salamis Island was a battleground for soldiers during the Hundred Years War. Affected by the Hundred Years' War, Salamis Island has many defensive facilities. These facilities are weapons and armaments that have been left over from the time of Kronos. Now, these weapons are taken out again, reused after renovation, or directly eliminated and replaced with new weapons.

Looking far away, the two armies confronted each other.

Compared to the army of Olympus, the army of Sparta can be described as diverse. In addition to the human army in the front row, there are other various races.

When looking at the Spartan army again, no matter what kind of existence it will feel a pressure. There was no other reason. When the Spartan army, especially the troops of the next race, looked at the Greek Allied Forces again, their eyes even flashed green. That kind of feeling seems to be the reincarnation of starving dead ghosts, only to treat them as a meritorious move, not life... Or, even if it is life, how can it be? Anything that can provide merit is only a stepping stone for them.

The dwarf artisan is almost 24 hours of high-strength forging, but even so, the speed of forging is far behind the number of Spartan races. In this case, the policies that Sparta can implement are also very clear... all armaments, all give priority to the supply of higher races. The rest of the middle or lower races have their own equipment for war.

Just like now, covered in bright silver armor, holding a halberd or a lance-this is a new equipment added for the Centaur after the Celtics merged into Sparta. The Centaurs loved it and other aspects.

At a neat pace, the Centaurs are like elaborate war machines. The inner layer is soft and tough leather armor, the middle layer is chain mail, and the outer layer is plate armor. The body of the person, even with the body of the horse, is all wrapped tightly, and the entire upper body, even the eyes are protected and polished carefully after the spar.

Reflected in the sunlight, when the Centaur went wrong through the Spartan formation and looked straight ahead, looking at the Centaur warriors, the lower race, the middle race troops, even through the armor, can covertly Feel the arrogance and disdain of the centaur... No one will go and blame them on it. As the upper race, they have been guarding the border all the year round. They have been serving the Spartan Empire since the Hundred Years War. No one felt Denying their achievements... At the same time, their appearance also makes those subordinate families extremely heart-warming.

In the phalanx of the magic wolf clan. Coors stared at the passing centaur...he knew it. After the Hundred Years' War, the massacre suffered by the Centaurs can be said to be one in ten. The original population of more than 3,000 fell linearly to more than 200 people after the end of the Hundred Years' War. Because of this, they became a member of the upper race, relying on the privileges of the upper race, all young children can be taught by sage scholars at the Spartan University regardless of age, epic The teaching of first-class fighters. It even says that you can get guidance from the sages and the training of the guards every week... Even if you are not engaged in production, you can be supported by the country without compensation... It is also because of this exclusive racial benefit, now The Centaur family has surpassed the 3,000 population in history and reached 4,000 people...

You know, this is the slow reproduction ability of the Centaur family!

If it is the magic wolf clan... the current population has definitely broken 10,000, even 20,000!

There are no fewer people with such thoughts, or Warcraft and Dependants.

There is no need to even shout slogans in the air, and the moment the heavily armed upper race comes out, the morale reaches the peak he can bear...

"Prepare for a dead fight, the Nordic warriors."

Looking back at the companions, Quill's fingers were stained with blood and he drew a rune symbolizing the "Victory" Rune on the chest-that was the emblem of Odin.

"In order to allow our traditions and culture to continue, to allow our children to be well-educated, and not to live under the discrimination of others. For the next time on the battlefield, we can also cover our ancestry in exquisite And in a safe full body armor...fight! The Nordic warriors!"

"Let's meet again in the Hall of Heroes!"

As he said, Quill carried the battle axe. The face was painted with oil paint... This was painted by an old wizard in the tribe, and it is said to give infinite courage. Perhaps it was the oil paint that worked, and Guell’s heart did not open his fears at all, and when he thought about the Greek coalition forces several times as large as Sparta, his eyes were full of cold killing intent...

Soaring eagles in the sky, in addition to fighting, they are also responsible for supervising warfare and counting the merits of war. It's Hydra's sister, Harpy's family. In order to be neutral, the Hawks and Banshees lived in the inner layer of the main city of Sparta all year long...It is an absolutely fair judge.

Kane Bloodhoof panted heavily in his nose, gripping the rune battle axe in his hand. The demon wolf was tight all over, backed away, like an open bowstring. With a grinning grin, the sticky saliva kept falling... They were not hungry after they were fed, or they became more hungry.

Anything above the first **** is located in the fortress behind him to guard. Not only Sparta, Olympus also thought so... Once the god-level existence took the lead, it also meant that the battle situation had tilted to the point where the gods had to be defended. In other words, the right to attack is lost...

But the number of gods in Olympus can definitely be regarded as wealthy. Therefore, in that formation, you can clearly feel the breath of gods...

But will this scare the Spartan army?

Not...

Instead, they are craving...

A god, how much merit is that? ! !

"let's start."

Standing above the fortress, Hedra looked at the battlefield calmly.

"Victory will not take the initiative to lean into our hands."

The words fell, and Rez suddenly threw a violent etheric energy into the air. Along with the roar, the heralds who had been fully prepared suddenly rang the huge horn in front of them.

Woo ————

It was like dropping a spoonful of cold water into the oil pan, and the entire Spartan formation immediately boiled.

There was a figure galloping through the wind and dust that was blown up by the wind-they wanted to kill!

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I found myself too lazy! Obviously, I can still make three changes when I am in school, but I can only maintain two changes when I go home... I can't be lazy anymore. There is one more change tonight, five changes every day starting tomorrow, and at least ten thousand words per day!

Decisive battle to dawn! ! ! !