In the palace of Soland, Loranhill listened to Feherlang talk about the glorious years when heroes emerged.

"After that, why did the fluttering Wind Curtain flag gradually decline?" She asked curiously. According to the old man's description, the knights of the West Wind Kingdom were once famous on the continent. They even defeated several elite troops of the Verdant Empire. They were on par with the Red Dragon Cavalry of the Doom Dragon, and even had more people.

"Because this kind of tactics, or fighting style, places extremely high demands on its members. It requires every knight in the formation to possess extremely high combat proficiency, and to coordinate with each other perfectly, with coordinated movements, in order to unleash its full power. Otherwise, it will be a mere facade."

"Until the destruction of the West Wind Nation, the only ones who maintained this military formation were the Lightning Knights. They guarded the Chaos Vortex for years, with relatively little contact with the outside world, and that's why they never fell."

Feherlang recounted the legend of the White Horse of the West Wind. Back then, when Roland was in command of the army, the knights on white horses held high their silver spears, with the swallowtail flags on the spear tips fluttering in the air, like a wall of wind. One hundred thousand cavalrymen were connected together, attacking all enemies in front of them like a sea of ​​silver light. Their momentum was invincible and terrifying.

"Even if there were a Sequence 9, they would feel powerless under the onslaught of an army of that size. Taking shelter temporarily would protect them, but they would be unable to withstand the overwhelming advance and impact of their front."

"This is the charm of the war sequence. It may not be strong when played alone, but when coordinated and in resonance with faith and extraordinary core, it can shine brightly." Fei Helang looked up at the blue sky, wisps of clouds passed by, and scenes from the past years emerged in his mind.

So brave and strong.

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New Wilga Alliance, Huangnan County.

This place is not far from Hopeland and is on the east side of the New Virga Alliance.

As a coastal plain, the terrain here is flat, but it has abundant rainfall and has brought vast forests. Faced with such terrain, it is not easy for the army to advance. They can only form a long snake formation and advance on the long and rugged road.

Jenkins, the general of the Frost Alliance, was also riding on the forest road. In front of him and behind him were 200 cavalrymen wearing dark metal breastplates. These people were his personal soldiers, and they were quite powerful. They also wore extraordinary weapons specially made by alchemists. With the coordinated resonance of the war sequence, they could hold out for a while even a Sequence 8 being could be seen.

At this moment, he asked a mounted mage beside him, "Are there airships covering the entire 50-mile radius? This place doesn't seem like a safe place."

"There have been eight airships patrolling the surrounding area over the past two days to ensure that the team's march is not attacked by surprise." The wizard answered confidently.

"Actually, Lord Jenkins, there's no need to worry. The New Virga Alliance was established not long ago and can't even be called a country. Their military composition is quite complex. In my opinion, they are brave enough to stand before our army. Surprise attacks are not so easy to pull off."

Seeing the general's expression remained unchanged, the mage suspected he was looking down on him, believing him to be a theoretical strategist. He continued, "Surprise attacks require a high level of skill from the troops. They require tremendous patience and courage, and they also require ensuring that no one among so many men reveals their true intentions and destroys the entire force."

"Although such tactics have appeared in several famous battles in history, it is actually a survivor bias. More generals have ruined their armies by using them improperly. It is far less effective than direct combat." The wizard continued to speak, as if this was the only way to save his face.

Jenkins nodded slightly, as if agreeing, but also as if wanting to shut up the talkative wizard.

A knight on horseback came from the front, wearing dark metal armor and a blue-dyed cloak with a white rose pattern on his shoulders.

"Report to the general, the golem army ahead has cleared a piece of land in the forest to use as a camp. Would you like to set up camp here?" Her voice was clear, and only then did the accompanying mages realize that she was a woman.

"Very good, pass the word down and begin setting up camp. Also, send two more teams of scouts to deploy along a 5-mile circle outside the camp to prevent any nighttime attacks. We're already in enemy territory, so we must be extremely cautious."

"Yes, General!" The young knight saluted, then rode her horse forward.

After he left, the wizard beside him asked curiously, "Are there any women among your personal guards?"

The other mages around also pricked up their ears curiously.

"That's my daughter, Ada. She's now at Magic Sequence 7. What do you think?"

The mage, who had been about to offer a tease, suddenly became timid. Although he himself was also a Sequence 7 in Magic, he knew his own business. His Sequence 7 was actually quite fake, having been promoted through some trickery. He was only stronger than a Sequence 6, but he would be at a great disadvantage against others of the same level.

"I didn't expect that Lord Jenkins' daughter is so outstanding..."

Then there was a round of praise and flattery. Although it was a bit exaggerated, she was his own daughter after all, so Jenkins' expression softened a little.

"I put a lot of thought into her training. I originally wanted her to be a mage, as that would make life easier and more comfortable for a girl. But it seems that because of me, she's been exposed to the military since she was a child, and now she's become a knight."

After saying this, the general sighed, and then the group slowly saw a large open space in front of them.

Originally there was a small lake here, and the Golem Legion expanded a large area outward and cut down many trees, so that such a large army could be stationed here.

When Jenkins and his guards dismounted and stepped onto the ground, they could still feel the warmth of the earth beneath their feet. It was the remnant of the previous burning.

There are many wooden stakes, snakes, rats, ants, insects, etc. in the jungle. Burning them can not only clear away these rugged wooden stakes, but also burn most of the insects to death, preventing them from harassing the soldiers, making it suitable for camping.

As these tens of thousands of people settled down, wisps of smoke rose from the lakeside, the soldiers began to eat, and some mage apprentices also walked out of the golems and prepared to enjoy dinner.

It is the cool season of September now, and the evening breeze can relieve people's fatigue of the day.

The sky gradually darkened, and the woods gradually became shrouded in a hazy darkness. Deep in the invisible forest, the soft chirping of insects could be heard, only this time, the sound was slightly louder.