In the carriage, Misha was so scared that she was shaking all over, but she still plucked up her courage, quietly lifted the curtain, and wanted to check the situation outside.

In this chaotic battlefield, the pungent smoke of gunpowder filled the air. Soldiers from the two countries fought and wrestled with each other. Life was disappearing at any time, as worthless as grass.

However, the scene that made her despair happened right before her eyes.

Old John was standing there trembling with a spear in his hand. He had never experienced such a terrible fight.

Behind him were soldiers with ferocious faces and blood-thirsty eyes.

"Old John——"

Misha anxiously stuck her head out, trying to remind old John, but it was too late.

"Thorn-"

A blood-stained spear pierced through his chest, and bright red blood flowed from Old John's chest.

At the last moment of his life, Old John did not look at the enemy who had killed him, but slowly turned his head to look at the carriage where Misha was, and tried his best to put his fingers to his mouth, making a "silence" gesture.

"No"

Misha couldn't help but scream out, her eyes red.

But she soon realized that doing so would risk being exposed, so she covered her mouth with her hands, trembling and curled up in the carriage, letting the tears flow freely down her cheeks.

However, Old John's death was just a trivial matter on the battlefield, and it was not even a big deal for both sides of the war.

However, the situation on the battlefield had become increasingly complex. Surrounded by thousands of armored cavalry, fewer and fewer earth elf soldiers were still able to stand. Without a complete force, they could no longer withstand the cavalry's repeated charges.

Surrounded by enemies that were nearly ten times their number, the kingdom's guards were powerless to turn the tide, even with the advantage in equipment and soldier quality.

All the guards around Hart were killed, and he was now surrounded by nearly a hundred soldiers.

He was covered in blood and let out heart-wrenching roars, like a wild beast trapped by hunters.

"Fuck them all!"

"You lowly humans!"

"I am a noble dragon-blooded noble, the Earl of the Burning Ashes Kingdom!"

Hart's eyes were red, the scales on his face opened slightly, and white smoke came out of his body.

"You damned dragon minion! Go! Avenge our compatriots!"

The Knight Commander shouted angrily.

Several soldiers behind Hart tentatively thrust out their spears, but it was like stabbing into steel, and was blocked by the hard scales on their backs.

"Hahahaha, it's useless!"

"This is the power that Your Majesty has bestowed upon me!"

He laughed wildly and madly, and used his sharp claws to tear the soldier in front of him apart, and bit off the arm of another soldier.

He was like a killing machine, ruthlessly reaping the lives of the soldiers.

"Roar--"

Following a majestic dragon roar, Hart's whole body trembled violently.

His face was hideous, and he spit out balls of blazing flames, turning the surroundings into a sea of ​​fire. Even the bravest soldiers retreated in panic, fearing that they would be engulfed by the raging flames. Hart killed hundreds of elite soldiers by himself, and the hobgoblins had all died, leaving only him to hold on.

The Knight Commander shouted with red eyes: "We must kill him! Avenge our comrades!"

Finally, several robed wizards stretched out their staffs together. As a strange cold wind descended, Hart's movements became slower and slower, and a layer of frost gradually covered his face.

Immediately afterwards, several soldiers swarmed forward and pierced Hart's still warm heart with several spears.

Just like that, Hart, the Dragonblood Earl of the Burning Kingdom and the leader of the free trade caravan, died. His death also marked the complete end of the battle and the destruction of this powerful caravan.

At the top of this hill.

Lord Leo, wearing armor, was riding on a tall black warhorse. He looked down at the battlefield filled with devastation and smoke. There was no joy of victory in his eyes.

"Your Excellency the Duke, all the enemies have been killed, a total of 275 people have died."

With the sound of hurried horse hooves, the knight commander who had just retreated from the front line came to report.

Grand Duke Leo frowned and asked, "What about our losses?"

The Knight Commander lowered his head and hesitated for a moment, then said, "Our total casualties are 1,234."

Grand Duke Leo looked solemn and could not help but sigh: "This is just a caravan escort team, not even the regular army of the Burning Ashes Kingdom. Moreover, they were completely defenseless and surrounded, yet they were able to inflict such a high casualty ratio."

“What a terrible army.”

Trischka beside him added: "And they are getting stronger and stronger. Now is the best opportunity we can find."

"If we let them develop for another ten years, the consequences will be disastrous."

Grand Duke Leo said calmly: "At this point, we have no way out. The full-scale war between the North and the Burning Kingdom is about to begin. Justice and evil must have a result, and we will definitely be the final winner."

Telischka looked up at the sky, his eyes showing confusion and uncertainty about the future, but he still said:
"Of course you will, Your Excellency the Duke."

The caravan's carriages were still burning. During the war, Hart ordered all the goods to be burned so that the enemy would not gain any advantage. However, Bosk's mages had already started to put out the fire urgently.

However, no one noticed that in this chaotic battlefield filled with smoke, a petite, thin girl was moving slowly among the pile of corpses and quietly escaping from this terrible hell.

"Old John."

In the darkness hidden by the rocks, Misha wiped away her tears. She clenched her teeth, her eyes full of hatred.

The girl clenched the old whip in her hand - it was the one she risked her life to get from old John's body, and it was also the last memory he left for her. Everything left of him had been burned to ashes by Bosk's soldiers.

"I will definitely avenge you."

she thought.

A few days later, the news that the Principality of Bosk attacked the "Free Trade Caravan" spread throughout the North, causing panic among people everywhere, but the development of the situation soon exceeded their expectations.

The official Duchy of Bosk called this event the "Battle of Magur" and publicized the victory, saying it was the beginning of the end of evil.

Soon after, the Principality of Bosk, the Principality of Carter, the Principality of Fano and other northern countries jointly issued the "Strathburg Agreement", announcing the establishment of the "Anti-Red Dragon Alliance" to the entire Anzeta Wasteland, and officially declared war on the Kingdom of Burning Embers.

Suddenly, Anzetta was in an uproar, and the atmosphere everywhere became tense.

Almost everyone knows that

The sky of the Anzeta Wilderness is about to change. (End of this chapter)