Crossing The Dragon: The King Sacrifices The Princess At The Beginning

"Ouch! What a big firework!"

"Orange-red, I would like to call it the most beautiful color!"

The Cloud Explosive Bomb killed the Great Mage in one fell swoop, causing all the pretty players to cheer.

They gave each other thumbs ups, their admiration for the hot weapon rising to the next level.

But Ivan the Great continued to lean on the watchtower and smoke a cigar very calmly. He said nothing and stared at the chaotic city wall in the distance with squinted eyes.

Being able to kill the Great Mage in one fell swoop proved the power of the Cloud Explosion Bomb, but this did not mean that the scene just now could be replicated infinitely.

After all, magicians, even those who have reached the level of a great wizard, have the ability to teleport. Who would be so stupid as to stand there and blast you?

The old mage just now was completely underestimating the enemy in his haste, and the process of the explosion of the cloud bomb was indeed very confusing. The natives of this other world did not know what the white mist that filled the air was. If they had known, they would have escaped by now. .

Any weapon is scary when it's first produced, but by the time everyone knows about it, its threat plummets.

Big Ivan dropped the butt of the cigar on the ground, raised his foot to crush the sparks, and then shouted to the players under the tower: "Let's do another round of artillery washing, and blow up their front wall." The gap must be as big as two of our transport trucks!"

"Just take a look!"

The players laughed.

…

…

Less than a morning.

The border fortress of the Slot Empire was breached.

During this period, the second commander of the fortress, the Knight Nanston, organized a heavy cavalry charge.

It was a knight legion of more than two thousand people, each of whom was a great knight.

Led by Nanston, a silver knight, they attacked the invaders' garrison.

But I don't know what kind of magic weapons the enemy used, and they pulled out a large net of fire lines on the way to their charge.

The line of fire was mixed with a large number of high-speed moving metal missiles, which were so powerful that even sophisticated armor and shields were penetrated.

The fighting spirit of the knights was quickly consumed.

He barely lasted ten seconds in the line of fire before being torn to pieces by the violent torrent of metal.

Only Nanston is still alive.

His heavily armored horse was long dead.

A metal missile shot through the gap in the visor, rushed into the eyeball of the war horse, and tore its brain tissue.

After the horse fell, Knight Nanston continued to charge forward with his sword and shield in hand. The master's shield was beaten into holes, and the sound of metal collisions hurt his eardrums all the time.

The enemy only aimed a line of fire at him and already made it difficult for him to move.

His body was crumbling in the flames, like a battered traveler in a snowstorm.

When Nanston Knight finally walked to the enemy's position step by step.

These intruders were holding smoking "fire sticks" and looking at him with pride.

He wanted to vent his anger with a roar.

But when the words came to his mouth, they turned into a hoarse "ho ho" sound.

He wanted to raise his sword to chop off the enemy's head, but found that his arm and the sword in his hand were in pieces. His shield only had a handle, connected to a piece of metal debris not much bigger than a palm.

"Mr. Knight, your fighting spirit seems to have been exhausted?"

Nanston wanted to raise his head to see who was speaking, but as his fighting spirit was exhausted, tearing pain spread throughout his body.

A cold touch came from his forehead.

Is it the kind of fire stick? he thought.

"Bang——!"

Slaughter's Grizzly flag fell.

…

"The reward for capturing the fortress is not as generous as imagined."

"There is no way. After all, we are not the first force to capture the fortress." Ivan the Great said as he planted the Stars and Stripes Banner on the tower of the fortress.

He took out a purple crystal from his backpack.

The crystal was then gently placed on the ground in front of the Stars and Stripes.

“This is where we will really start.”

He said, staring at the purple crystal.

The crystal sank directly into the stone slab, and then the entire imperial fortress, which had been reduced to ruins by mortars, lit up with a misty purple light, reflecting a faint purple light on the entire sky.

The beautiful player's fortress has been completely transferred.

All the beautiful players will be resurrected from here.

Big Ivan knew that this was a very dangerous move. The Slot Empire was not a small country. Next, they would face crazy revenge from the Slot Empire army, but he was not afraid of it.

High risk, high reward.

"Inform everyone to search for materials, such as stone and wood. Move quickly. If you encounter a soldier who is not dead, just hit him immediately. We don't need prisoners."

Big Ivan passed on the order.

He now wants to rebuild the ruins of the imperial fortress.

This is not a difficult thing.

When the purple crystal merges with the city wall, everything becomes simple. He only needs to find enough materials, and the city wall will be repaired in an instant in front of him.

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…

Slot. Royal Capital

"Your Majesty!" The knight knelt down on one knee, his trembling voice unable to conceal his fear and confusion:

"The magic power of the Mage Tower of the Great Mage Solorun just went crazy. Solorun's apprentice said that the spiritual imprint of the Mage Tower has disappeared. I think something unexpected may have happened to the border fortress."

The king on the Iron Throne was silent for a long time.

He was like a giant beast lying on his side. He did not speak, and the ministers and knights in the palace did not dare to speak. The atmosphere became more solemn and cold.

"Send the Forge Legion to see what's going on."

After a long while, he finally said this.

But even so, the air in the palace came to life again, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

"Your Majesty! Solorun must have neglected his duties. I heard that he brought a car full of beauties with him when he went to the border. How can such a person guard the fortress?" Solorun's archenemy, the mage Kahn, immediately came out to add insult to injury.

Like Solorun, he is a great mage.

But Solorun's mage tower was one meter higher than his, which caused him to be unable to raise his head in front of Solorun every time.

"Then what do you think should be done?" The king gave him a cold look.

Kahn failed to understand the king's emotions in time. He added embarrassment: "Now that Solorun is dead, his mage tower should be dismantled into materials and given to mages of the same level as resources for improvement, and his family must To compensate for the problems in the fortress, let’s compensate for one hundred thousand magic crystals!”

"You go with the Forge Legion," said the king.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty?" Kahn's eyes widened.

But the king wanted no more attention.

He just raised his finger and swiped downwards, and a dark space crack appeared next to Kahn, less than half an inch away from Kahn.

"Your Majesty, I will report to the Furnace Legion right away!"

Kahn knelt on the ground with a thud, his whole body trembling as he lay there, daring not to move, until the space cracks around him completely disappeared.

"roll!"

A deep roar came from the throne.

The mage was shaken all over and ran out of the palace rolling and crawling on the ground.