Chapter 321 Battle of Okagra (Part )
This is Erezega, where there are all kinds of miraculous spells. The effects of these spells range from the simplest cleaning and emitting faint light to the big ones such as flying and hiding, and even permanently changing the world's environment.

In a sense, a country's magic level reflects their standard of living.

The Anzeta Wasteland is geographically remote, far away from the center of magical studies. The United Kingdom of the North has always been outside the "civilized world" for thousands of years. It is in the initial stage of feudal society and has just emerged from ignorance and barbarism. If there had been no intervention from the Kingdom of the Burning Ashes and no interference from external forces, the rule of the Northern nobles might have continued for thousands of years.

Although these Scandians are tough and brave, their military level is like that of primitive people in front of the kingdom. Based in the snowfields, they are skilled in dealing with huge monsters such as dragons and frost giants, but they cannot cope with the monsters' organized army with advanced tactics.

On the ground, the kingdom's cavalry and infantry were like a tide, attacking the coalition's defenses wave after wave, proceeding in an orderly manner according to tactics.

In the sky, the Chimera and the Wyverns had gained the upper hand with their numerical advantage. Under the continued influence of the dragon blood, they roared fearlessly and rushed forward one after another, causing the celestial creatures to retreat step by step and gaining air supremacy over part of the position.

The corpses of flying dragons and the remains of celestial creatures kept falling. At this moment, the sky was like a flesh and blood mill, discarding the creatures eliminated in this bloody battle.

"boom!"

Dark shadows swept through the air, metal bombs and flames fell, tearing apart the lines of the coalition forces on the ground.

The kingdom's musketeer infantry and dragon beast cavalry would quickly concentrate their firepower to attack the weak points in the defense caused by the air strikes. In this way, they would easily gain the advantage and occupy important positions one by one by following the same method.

Under the opponent's coordinated land and air tactics, even with the assistance of celestial beings and the leadership of aristocratic military leaders, the coalition forces were still in a state of decline. Their defenses were collapsing irresistibly, and almost everyone with a discerning eye could see this - because the kingdom had occupied a position nearly 100 meters wide and had completely established itself on the south bank of the river.

As one of the senior commanders of the coalition forces, Count Trischka naturally saw the coalition forces' decline.

He stood on the high ground, looking into the distance with a serious expression. More and more dragon beasts, earth elves, and ogres appeared on the south bank of the river.

However, their command was already somewhat confused; the messengers and noble knights were in a panic and unable to convey orders accurately.

After all, they had never experienced a war of this scale. With an army of 100,000 and a battle line stretching for more than ten miles, it took them all their efforts to barely maintain the defense line.

What's more, the army of the Burning Kingdom was still breaking out from one weak point after another, "encircling" many coalition forces, leaving them isolated and helpless, and cutting off their contact with the outside world.

There were even elite squads from the kingdom that launched deep assaults, roaming and harassing between positions, greatly disrupting the order of the coalition forces.

"Do not……"

"This can't go on like this."

“I have to step up.”

Trischka recalled that several years ago, in front of countless people, Grand Duke Leo put his sword on his shoulder and granted him the status of count.

That was the glory of his life and a favor he would never forget.

He was originally just the second son of a small noble family who was not valued, but he was unexpectedly favored by the Duke and sent to the south for further studies, where he witnessed miracles that many northerners would never see in their lifetime. But even so, what he would never forget was the encounter that changed his destiny.

And at this moment he knew that even if there was a miserable death ahead, he had to stand up to repay the Duke's kindness.

After traveling, Trischka realized that the system in the North had many shortcomings, and he also wanted to learn from the South and improve the lives of the people in the North.

But in his mind, this kind of change should be achieved gradually, from top to bottom, led by the northern nobles. It must not be accomplished by being conquered or invaded, at the cost of eliminating the nobles.

Thinking of this, Trischka put on his helmet, jumped on his horse, pulled out the flag of the Bosk family, and raised the silver sword engraved with a lion's head high.

"For the Principality of Bosk!"

"For the glory of the Scanians!" Hundreds of personal guards followed the count and rushed with him to the main direction of the kingdom's attack, which others could not avoid.

In that wasteland, corpses were almost covering the ground and blood was flowing like a river, but the count and his brave and fearless guards still rushed forward without hesitation.

……

On the front line of the battlefield, the brutal fighting continues.

Gunfire whistled, cannons roared, and the ground dragon beast let out a dull roar.

"Drink!"

"boom!"

With a roar and a dull thud, Tiansheng Zhan Kuang jumped down and chopped off the armor-covered head of the Shield God with one axe.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Fighting is fun!"

The natural born war maniac laughed wildly, his body bathed in the blood of his enemies, white steam coming out of his pores.

With the help of the [Giant Transformation Technique], his height alone was nearly five meters, like a little giant in the crowd.

He was holding the more than three-meter-long, blood-stained giant axe, and his muscular and ferocious body had been strengthened by dragon veins many times. At this moment, he didn't look like a player at all, but more like a boss that required the joint efforts of everyone to deal with.

In the eyes of the coalition soldiers, the natural war maniac did indeed play such a role.

The seventh-level barbarian profession, a strong body with a very high concentration of dragon veins, and years of combat experience immersed in holographic games allowed him to wield a giant axe and kill people in the coalition's defense line. He was not afraid even when facing a siege of more than a dozen people.

Suddenly, the sound of hurried horse hooves was heard.

The natural war maniac dropped the broken corpse in his hand and slowly raised his head.

He saw a group of heavily armored cavalrymen rushing towards him, and the temperament of their leader was particularly extraordinary.

The natural fighter wiped the blood off his face and smiled excitedly.

——A small boss guarding the level, with a high challenge level and worth tens of thousands of faction contributions. You might be able to use this opportunity to get the latest "title".

He thought so.

Under the heavy helmet that only revealed his eyes, Trischka had a solemn expression and sweat oozed from his hands as he tightly gripped the sword, but he still rode his warhorse and rushed forward without hesitation.

——An evil and terrifying monster leader, an enemy worthy of his personal attack and an honorable duel object.

Killing him might slow down the advance of the Kingdom's army a little.

Telischka thought so.

　Just got back, there is one more chapter, four more tomorrow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)