Chapter 105 The Arrival of the Allied Forces

Another easy victory.

Facing an enemy who lost consciousness in battle, Alger would never miss any opportunity, but he did not feel the slightest joy of killing the enemy. Even the dragon eagle under his seat let out a low mournful cry.

Alger looked down at the place where Nellie fell and said calmly:

"Iger, I said that we just serve different masters. The former Alger has long been dead."

"Nellie. She should understand this."

Without even a moment of mourning for his former friend and the enemy he had just killed, Alger drove the giant eagle back into the battlefield.

"Iger, keep fighting."

However, this small-scale encounter was about to end. Facing the battle-hardened Eagle Guards, these fledgling dragon knights fought even better than Alger, showing a crushing trend.

"Look at my barbecue skills!"

"Triple kill!"

"I'm going crazy killing people."

"Don't compete with me, I'm going to max out my contribution today!"

The flying dragon ignored the heavy encirclement of the Eagle Guards and just blew fire at the target, turning several Eagle Guards into charcoal and falling to the ground.

These players ignored all the tactics, maneuvers, and probing. If an Eagle Guard dared to fight back, they would just rush over and blew fire until they couldn't fight back.

You said tactics?

It's just a joke. Who would remember these when they really fought? Isn't it just a mess?

What?

You dare to harass and sneak attack from behind?

The players could even ignore the enemy in front of them and turn their heads away. Even if they risked being attacked from both sides, they would bite the nasty guy who stole their butt to death.

But what's more terrifying is that because of the scales these guys are born with, the arrows from behind are just like tickling them.

This rough and wild style of the players made the Eagle Guards extremely uncomfortable.

What kind of fighting style is this?

It was not taught in tactical training——

Due to Nellie's death, the North Wind Eagle Guards had long been leaderless, and they encountered the players' fighting style that they could neither defeat nor escape.

Soon, this battle became a one-sided chase.

"Keep chasing! Keep chasing!"

"Where are you running!"

"Don't run, bandits!"

Mantou rode the flying dragon "Noodles" and rushed to the front. He clamped a lance of more than five meters in his arms, and his expression was extremely excited.

The lance was already stained with mottled blood, and it was eager for the blood of the next enemy.

Seeing the Eagle Guards in front of him flying farther and farther, Mantou was eager to contribute and directly activated the skill.

[Dragon Roar Charge! ]

"Roar——"

The half-dragon knight and the flying dragon under him roared at the same time.

The roar of the two vibrating and resonating was full of power, and it actually made the giant eagle not far away tremble and fall into instinctive panic. Its speed dropped sharply, and even its wings swayed, and it was difficult to maintain normal flight.

"Haha, prepare to die!"

"Five hundred contributions, here I come!"

Mantou laughed wildly and swooped down on the flying dragon.

Just when his spear tip was about to penetrate the enemy's back and drink blood--

"Swoosh!"

A sharp arrow passed by Mantou and hit the back of the Eagle Guard's head directly. The powerful force made the arrow tip penetrate through the center of the brow.

The Eagle Guard rolled off the back of the giant eagle.

Mantou did not wait for the expected contribution, and the wanton smile on his face slowly solidified.

He was immediately furious and said angrily to the sky:

"Xingo, why are you trying to steal heads! My 500 contributions——"

Singo's lazy voice came from the air: "I'm a bow warrior. If I don't harvest, why am I playing a bow warrior? I've already aimed at that person. You can only blame your gun for not being as fast as my arrow."

"Fuck me"

"If you're a rookie, just practice more. You've only killed a few people, and I've already got 6,000 contributions."

"If you have the ability, don't steal my heads. I've controlled you with my dragon roar, and you're still fighting."

"Then if you controlled you, didn't that mean I could fight you?"

"Fuck you."

The battle in front of him had completely turned into a massacre.

Alger no longer paid attention to the chaotic battle here. He had been with these players for a long time. He knew how crazy these players could be for the so-called "camp contribution". He believed that they would never let any fish slip through the net.

He was more concerned about the whereabouts of the coalition forces.

"These guys are making a big fuss, it's too easy to be exposed"

"Iger, let's go scout first."

Alger instructed the dragon eagle under his seat. After years of running-in, they are almost telepathic, and only need one action to know each other's intentions.

So when the players were chasing contributions everywhere, Alger quietly left on the giant eagle.

"Finally saw it."

He flew over the mountains and finally found the target in the distance, because it was too obvious, and even did not need too much observation.

-It was a huge army, tens of thousands of people marching in the wilderness, like a mottled torrent, many of them wearing iron armor and holding long spears. The war horses neighed, the infantry and cavalry alternated, the spear tips flashed cold light in the sun, and there were many heavy carriages covered with thick cloth, and no one knew what was inside.

Several flags were raised high in the center of the army, with a gray eagle flag in the front - that was the flag of the "Northern Eagle" Rackman family, followed by the family flags of "Northern Lion" Bosk and "Double-headed Eagle" Nott. There were also various flags in the team, which were the battle flags of noble lords from various places.

In addition to those soldiers, there were also a large number of civilians in the team, who carried loads, drove carriages, and transported supplies. The serfs were often bent by the heavy food, even though they were still troubled by hunger and often looked skinny.

There were also many giant eagles flying and circling in the sky, alerting the surrounding situation.

Their armies were easy to distinguish. Rackman's uniforms were generally calm gray-black, while Bosk preferred dark blue, and Nott was keen on the earthy yellow.

And in this torrent, gray accounted for the majority.

You have to know that the twelve countries in the entire Northern United Kingdom combined could not gather a million people. Even the capital of the Rackman Principality, North Wind Castle, is only a city of more than 30,000 people.

This time, the Rackman family sent nearly 20,000 troops, which can be said to be all the family's wealth, to put the Burning Nest to death.

Alger looked at the mighty army and murmured to himself:

"The coalition forces of the three northern countries..."

"They are here."

"Anzeta, there has not been a war of this scale for decades..."

"I have to go back and report to the master immediately."

Alger drove the Dragon Vein Giant Eagle and flew over the mountains at a very fast speed, flying straight to the Dragon Valley.