Throne of the North.

Chapter 311: Faith in a Foreign God, Believers in the Dusk
More troops are not necessarily better. The 100,000-strong army of Twin Cities only covered ten miles in a whole day.

His Highness Hernan, who had never had any command experience, did not realize the seriousness of the matter when three hundred people died just after dawn.

"I have an army of 100,000 men. What does the death of 300 slaves mean?"

He didn't know how to give orders, but as he was educated he knew the huge difference between one hundred thousand and three hundred, so he didn't care.

"keep going!"

He gave orders loudly and arranged for Count Cantra's extraordinary army - the Death Legion to guard him. Although Grand Duke Leta's witch and ghost army was more powerful, he was not willing to get too close to the witches and ghosts. Even among the 100,000-strong army, the witch and ghost army was at the back.

One hundred thousand people were walking in chaos. If the terrain had not been flat, the army would have been broken into several sections.

Hernan couldn't see this kind of thing, and not only him, but also the others in the army of 100,000 people couldn't see it. But when the Griffin Legion from the End of the Sky arrived, all the contradictions in the army of 100,000 people appeared.

"The Griffin Legion is coming!"

As they were marching, the Griffin Legion had already launched an attack. Faced with the Warcraft monster whose claws were as big as its head, the soldiers were extremely terrified. The soldiers at the front certainly did not want to be the first to face this terrible enemy and ran to the rear.

At this moment, a large number of soldiers in the army that were originally advancing fell down. The soldiers in the front retreated, the soldiers in the back advanced, and the soldiers in the middle suffered.

They were standing unsteadily, and the most important thing was that the roar of the griffin legion above their heads made everyone terrified. The roars of the knights came one after another, but the soldiers at the bottom here didn't know whose orders to obey. They watched others flee for their lives, so they instinctively followed.

In just a dozen seconds, the 100,000-strong army fled on a large scale, with some soldiers fleeing directly to both sides.

Hernan's face turned pale as he watched the waves rushing towards him. He roared angrily, but his voice could not be heard more than a hundred meters away.

The first enemy that the extraordinary army belonging to the Kingdom Alliance faced was their own people.

For example, Count Canterlot's Death Legion, before they had the chance to put on their armor and pick up their weapons, they saw tens of thousands of people rushing towards them. Even the extraordinary knights turned pale at this moment.

"What are you still standing there for? Tell them to move forward, forward!"

"Let them attack, no, defend!"

Hernan was roaring as he watched his 100,000-strong army collapse in an instant. Even at this moment, the Griffin Legion in the sky had not launched an attack yet.

Someone heard his words, and the roar spread throughout the army, but it still could not stop the army in front from retreating.

They simply didn't dare to face the powerful griffin legion. These soldiers were just slaves at best a few days ago. They would be afraid of even the most ferocious dogs, let alone the griffins.

Finally, tens of thousands of soldiers began to squeeze the camp of the Extraordinary Legion. Densely packed soldiers rushed over. The knights in front were also dispersed by the large number of soldiers after resisting for the first few seconds.

"kill!"

"Don't care who they are! Kill anyone who dares to approach the camp!"

Finally, a strong man from the Death Legion, a Holy Knight, roared, and the knights who were not wearing armor but had weapons began to kill these soldiers.

At this time, the griffin legion in the sky also launched an attack. Huge groups of griffins landed on the ground, grabbed the soldiers and brought them to the sky amid the latter's screams of fear. The knights on their backs had already brandished their weapons, and harvested the lives of the surrounding soldiers with their backs turned the moment they landed.

The entire battlefield was in great chaos, and gradually turned into a massacre of ordinary troops by several extraordinary legions.

This sudden attack threw the 100,000-strong army into disarray. If the Griffin Legion were given time, they would probably be able to wipe out the 100,000-strong army here.

The chaotic battlefield lasted for two hours and ended with the intervention of powerful transcendents. The Griffin Legion did not want to suffer too much loss. Each griffin was expensive, and the knight on its back seemed cheap in comparison.

The Griffin Legion left, but the 100,000-strong army that remained there did not end there.

The area around the witch ghost who had drunk the blood of his own people was empty and no soldier dared to approach there. Countless soldiers on the vast plain were looking around in a panic. The people around him seemed to be their own people, but they didn't recognize any of them.

They tried to find the knight who led them, so they traveled through the already broken battlefield, making the land look particularly busy.

Since the Griffin Legion appeared, these 100,000-strong army has never organized any resistance, including the extraordinary legions. They are busy cleaning out the "aliens" in their own ranks, and there is simply no wide land for them to directly face the Griffin Knights who fell from the sky.

Perhaps it would be a compliment to describe them as a group of loose sand.

"How could this be?"

Hernan looked at the chaotic battlefield. Although he didn't understand much, he also realized that his 100,000-strong army was easily defeated by a charge of the Griffin Legion.

He didn't understand why this happened. He clearly had an army of 100,000 men, and all he needed to do was launch one attack after another to bring victory after victory and countless prestige to the king and himself.

How could you lose?
"How could I lose?!!"

He questioned the extraordinary knights around him, saying that this failure was a shame for Hernan, and if nothing unexpected happened, his evaluation in front of the king would drop another level!
Even the inheritance status may be threatened.

Hernan looked at Allah of the Leta family and asked loudly:
"Why can't you, the Leta family, deal with those Griffin Knights?"

"This is all your fault. The king ordered you to kill those griffins, but you didn't do it at all!"

Hernan scolded loudly, seeming eager to put the blame on the Leta family.

"Your Highness Hernan, my army has not yet come into contact with the Griffin Legion. On the contrary, your 100,000-strong army is so fragile that it easily died in front of the Griffin Legion."

Allah will not give Hernan a good face. He is not only the commander of the Witch and Ghost Legion, but also a powerful legend. There are not many such legends in the kingdom.

"You want my Leta family to bear the responsibility this time. It doesn't make any sense."

Hernan's face turned pale, and it took him a moment to realize that he still wanted to win over the Leta family.

"This matter... has nothing to do with the Leta family, it's..."

He couldn't think of a reason, but the commander of the Death Legion, the Sanctuary Knight of the Canterlot Family, spoke up.

"This is a mistake in command, Your Highness Hernan. You don't seem to have any talent for military command."

He said it directly because he was angry. The reason for his anger was, of course, that more than twenty soldiers from his own Extraordinary Legion died at the hands of his own people. In addition, the impact of the army prevented the Death Legion from fully assembling, and the Griffin Knights who descended from the sky caused even greater losses of his soldiers, which exceeded two hundred.

In his opinion, it was Hernan's command mistake. He was unable to control and command an army of 100,000 people, which led to such a devastating defeat in the war.

"I……"

Hernan's face turned pale. He would never admit that this was his problem.

An army of one hundred thousand was defeated on the road before they even saw the enemy.

"I was sent by the king to supervise the noble coalition. How can this be my responsibility?!"

He gritted his teeth and said that failure in command must never be admitted, no matter how unreasonable it was.

Of course, he didn't think this was unreasonable.

In addition to a large number of knights, there were also some nobles nearby. At this moment, everyone looked at Hernan with strange eyes.

These gazes made Hernan's face stiff and cold, and he patted the royal robe on his body.

"What are you doing! Our war has not been lost, it's just that McReynolds shamelessly attacked us!"

He took a deep breath, confident in his answer.

"That's right. It was their sneak attack that caught us off guard. We didn't fail, we were just ambushed."

The nobles and knights finally went to stabilize the huge and bloated army, leaving the embarrassed Hernan at a loss.

For a moment, he didn't know what to do.

"Your Highness, perhaps we should find a suitable commander."

Baron Haffman came up at some point and spoke into Hernan's ear.

Hearing this, Hernan looked at Baron Haffman in anger. Just as he was about to scold him, he heard Baron Haffman continue:

"Win this war and put down McReynolds' rebellion, and you will be the undisputed king of the kingdom. Not even the king can deprive you of your qualifications."

"But you also see that the Griffin Legion is unexpectedly powerful. We need an extremely outstanding commander to win the war." Hearing this, Hernan couldn't help but realize his own shortcomings.

He was unwilling to admit it, but these facts could not be changed. His face was a little hot as he asked:

"Who do you think is suitable? The legend of the Leta family? Impossible. The noble army will not allow a witch to become its commander."

"Knight MacKalu of Canterlot? He is just a peasant, how can he be the commander of the army? Karni of the Batalia family? He has never commanded an army, not even as good as me."

Huffman said:
"Perhaps Lord Williams can."

"Williams?"

Hernan thought for a long time before he thought of the baron who followed in the army.

"Him? His army has less than 200 men. Is it okay for him to command an army of 100,000?"

"Baron Williams' bloodline is inherited from the ancient William family. He received a lot of military knowledge in his education. At present, he seems to be the most suitable."

"As the commander-in-chief, let Baron Williams assist you in commanding the army. If there are any problems, just cancel his qualifications."

Hernan thought about it, then laughed.

"Yes, that's right. Go and call Baron Williams over."

……

Baron Huffman left and came to a corner of the army, which was Baron Williams's team. Compared with the chaos and noise in other places, it was surprisingly quiet here.

Huffman walked among them, and the soldiers around him looked at him calmly, watching him arrive and pass through the team to where Baron Williams was. During the whole process, the soldiers did not make any sound, and did not even breathe.

The soldiers' stiff gazes gave Huffman goosebumps all over his body, and he walked over to Baron Williams with gritted teeth.

Sensing someone coming, Baron Williams ended his meditation with his eyes closed, turned around, and there seemed to be flames in his eyes, reflecting the shadow of Baron Huffman.

"The blazing fire of the Lord will take you into the great kingdom of heaven."

Williams spoke up, and Huffman became reverent at this moment.

"The glory of the Lord in the form of fire purifies the world of filth."

"Praise my Lord."

"Dusk witnesses the devout faith, Baron Williams, I have recommended you to become the commander of this army."

Williams finally smiled.

"Baron Huffman, you should address me as Bishop Williams."

"I'm sorry, Bishop Williams."

The bloated army finally got back into action on a new day. Baron Williams was indeed a capable man. He divided the army into ten parts and advanced in batches.

Finally there was no congestion, and the Griffin Legion's several attacks did not cause too many casualties.

In Hernan's view, this was a huge victory. They finally arrived at the edge of McReynolds' territory, the small town that was originally slaughtered by witches and ghosts.

"I will attack our enemies at sunset on the third day, Your Highness, and victory will be yours."

Williams saluted Hernan, who waved back somewhat giddily.

"Go, Baron Williams, I believe you will bring me victory."

"Of course, defeating the powerful Duke 'Wind Emperor' also makes my blood boil in the dusk."

Hernan did not hear the difference in Williams' words and handed over most of the power to Williams.

The first thing Baron Williams did after gaining power was to take charge of the food distribution of this huge army.

"The army's food needs to be protected. We must be vigilant against the Griffin Legion's attacks on our food supplies."

This reason is recognized by most people.

In the next three days, Williams personally led his soldiers to inspect the distribution of food.

Against the backdrop of the sunset, Williams had a pious expression on his face, and he couldn't help but smile as he watched the soldier drink the wheat porridge.

"The dusk is like a flame burning your cold heart, and the Lord will lead your soul into heaven."

He came in front of the soldiers and spoke in a low voice to each soldier without feeling tired at all.

The soldiers looked up, not understanding what the noble lord meant, and could only look at him in awe.

"You will dance in the evening, a red dance to please our Lord, and He will take you into the burning kingdom."

As dusk fell, Williams ordered his troops to attack the front, where a large number of enemies were already waiting.

Although the 100,000-strong army had encountered several attacks before, it was still a huge number. The dark mass of troops on the ground launched an attack towards the noble flags on the opposite side.

There was a defense line built by McReynolds' soldiers on the ground. The coalition forces were running on the open battlefield. They looked at the strict military formation in front of them with fear in their eyes.

But what was even more terrifying was that their bodies seemed to be out of control and they rushed forward recklessly.

They are afraid of the coming of death, but their bodies are excited about the coming war and blood.

The soldiers at the front had faces filled with fear, because they saw huge deep pits in front of them. They wanted to stop, but their legs were running forward wildly. At a certain moment, they fell forward, and their eyes clearly reflected the sharp wooden thorns in the pits.

"what!!!"

The screams were heard, followed by more screams, but the soldiers in the rear seemed not to have heard them and charged forward madly.

Their bodies filled the holes, allowing the soldiers in the rear to move forward as if on flat ground.

The fiery clouds overhead were brilliant, and countless blood was spilled on the earth at dusk, burning on the battlefield like a bright red flame. When the two armies collided, Baron Williams in the rear let out an intoxicated groan.

"Lord, your devout servant calls out your name, hoping that the dusk before my eyes will be enough to please your gaze for a little while."

"Under the dusk, all things are your believers."

The fiery clouds in the sky became brighter and brighter. On the earth, the fighting on the battlefield resulted in countless deaths. McReynolds' soldiers were shocked and terrified.

Because opposite them, they could clearly see the desperate and frightened eyes and expressions of their enemies, but underneath these terrified expressions was a suicidal attack.

They seemed to have no idea how to use their hands, or how to fight against the spears. They just waved their hands around randomly, not caring at all even if their bodies were pierced by weapons. They approached like crazy, then attacked with swinging weapons, and even bit at the throat with their teeth.

Such fearless charge and fight should only be seen in those extremely elite and warlike soldiers, but now it happened in a group of slave soldiers, coupled with their terrified and desperate eyes and expressions, it was so weird.

"Hahahaha! Well done, Williams, you really are a genius at commanding wars!"

In the distance, Hernan couldn't help laughing as he watched his soldiers on the battlefield continuously suppressing McReynolds' flag. The huge army was almost about to tear the enemy to pieces.

"The victory of the war belongs to the kingdom and to me, Hernan!"

On the other side, Grand Duke McReynolds squinted at the battlefield and felt a different kind of power.

"The power of faith of the gods? Did the Dawn Church take action?"

He felt the power permeating the battlefield, and understood its heat and coldness, but this did not seem to have much to do with Chen Xi.

"Strange God?!"

The Grand Duke cried out in fear, looking at the battlefield below with some disbelief.

(End of this chapter)