Chapter 782 Attacking the Arab Region (Part 1)

A floating city appeared out of thin air above the city of Heina in the Heina region of the Kingdom of Arland, causing commotion below.

The general guarding the city saw this and quickly sent someone to Srivili City to report the matter to Weilin.

After receiving the news of his grandfather's arrival, Weilin rushed to Heina City overnight.

The floating city of Fulo was moored at the port. Weilin fell from the sky, looked at the busy magic puppets, and walked towards the control center very skillfully.

As for Kyle, he did not come this time, but presided over military and political affairs in Srivili City.

As soon as he stepped into the control center, the teleportation array was triggered.

With his eyes open and closed, Weilin returned to the familiar scene.

After waiting for a long time, there was no sound of the trial starting.

"This is not a trial, this is my half plane." The figure of the Duke of Moravia appeared behind Weilin and said with a smile.

Hearing his grandfather's voice, Weilin turned around, feeling relieved, and then asked, "Grandpa, why did you bring me here?"

"Of course I want to talk to you first, so that you won't be fooled by those old guys." The Duke of Moravia took out a set of chairs and motioned Weilin to sit down and talk.

Weilin sat down opposite his grandfather and asked with some confusion, "Grandpa, what's wrong?"

"Besides me, there are four legends in this floating city, one is a saint, and the other three are from the Kingdom of North Issi." The Duke of Moravia projected the appearance of the three legends in the air while talking.

"This is Duke Moniankrechi, a legendary mid-level dragon knight. His soul mate is a gem dragon, a low-level legendary dragon with strong strength."

Looking at the Duke Moniankrechi, who was dressed in black, had a firm face and a majestic aura, Weilin asked curiously: "Grandpa, is he better than you?"

"In close combat, he is better than me, but I can't let him get close."

Hearing this answer, Weilin's mouth twitched. It seems that this Duke Moniankrechi is really strong, and he can get such an evaluation from his grandfather.

Although his grandfather is a legendary mid-level arcane master, his close combat ability is not weak. He once tied with the legendary mid-level knight Caesar Miller Silves.

From this, it can be seen that this Duke Moniankrechi is definitely a second-level legendary strongman.

It's a pity that this is a different world, not the Arnodchi subcontinent, otherwise, if you silently recite his name, you can know the legend that this legend has experienced.

"The second one is called Lahapa, you can call him Venerable."

"Venerable, why do you call him that?"

"Although he believes in the goddess of life, he is not a legend of the Kingdom of North Issi, but a legendary low-level ice mage who pursues the truth. Calling him Venerable is to show respect for him. Don't call him wrong."

"Yes, I know." Weilin nodded and replied, keeping this sentence in mind.

The Duke of Moravia did not introduce this mage in detail.

"The last one is called Bridgewater Seavis, a legendary low-level knight, you can call him His Highness."

"Your Highness, is this person from the royal family of the Kingdom of North Issi?" Weilin asked with curiosity.

"Yes, the composition of the expeditionary force of the Kingdom of North Issi is similar to that of the Kingdom of Ilia, and the top leaders are composed of nobles, royal families and the church." Duke Moravia stroked his beard and answered, "His voice in the expeditionary force of the Kingdom of North Issi is similar to that of Bradley Silves, both of whom are marginal figures."

When Weilin heard this, this word popped up in his mind and he said, "The important thing is participation."

"You can understand it that way."

"The internal interests have not been distributed yet. When you meet these old guys, try not to say too much."

"With me here, your part will definitely be indispensable."

Hearing his grandfather's promise, Weilin was very moved and then asked, "Grandpa, I want the Anqiluo family of the Kingdom of Apfeng to personally execute their children."

"I'll remember this little thing."

After the conversation, Duke Moravia took Weilin to visit the legends.

With his grandfather's explanation, Weilin was at ease when he met the three legends and received a gift from them.

After showing his face, Weilin returned to Sriviri City with gifts.

He didn't need to be responsible for the negotiations, and the next step was to mobilize the army to rush to the Hebrews and attack the Grand Duchy of Brela.

Three days later, the blockade between the Haina District and the Billion District was lifted, but the delegation led by Marquis Kalima of the Apfeng Kingdom did not dare to step into the Haina District.

The incident escalated, and he was no longer qualified to serve as a negotiating representative.

A few days later, the Apfeng Kingdom Expeditionary Force Command recalled Marquis Kalima and all members of the delegation.

On October 22, 9758 of the Glorious Calendar, Weilin left more than 80,000 people from the Black Rock Army and the Mines Army in the Haina District, and led the remaining 200,000 troops westward to prepare to occupy the Laber District.

On October 25, the Teton Kingdom Navy Fleet wiped out the Third Fleet of the Grand Duchy of Brela in the waters near the Laber District, captured the Third Fleet's commander, Hiroyan, and more than 10,000 soldiers who fell into the water, and seized more than ten warships.

At the bow of the giant ship, a middle-aged man in gray-black armor looked at the driftwood floating on the sea surface, feeling emotional and a little sad.

"Kneel down."

Two guards brought a bald man with a naked upper body to the middle-aged man and scolded him loudly.

Seeing the bald man with a tough attitude, the other two guards drew their swords and prepared to cut off the bald man's legs and make him kneel in front of their commander.

"Okay, if he doesn't want to kneel, then don't kneel."

Hearing the commander's order, the four guards let go of the struggling bald man and stepped aside.

"Shiro Yang, long time no see!"

"Pah——"

The bald man with his hands bound showed disdain, spit, turned his head away, unwilling to look at this traitor.

"For decades, I think about you every day."

"Clement, stop talking nonsense here, kill if you want, I'm not afraid of you." The bald man turned his head and stared at the middle-aged man, saying loudly.

"Killing you is too easy for you." The middle-aged man reached out and grabbed the rope that trapped the bald man. With a ferocious expression on his face, he gritted his teeth and said, "I will chop that damn woman into pieces in front of you and feed it to you to avenge my people."

"Cut off his limbs and hang him on the stern."

"Yes, General."

The four guards received the order, dragged the bald man aside, took out the battle axe, and chopped off his limbs.

The seal of the bald man was blocked, and his limbs were only slightly harder than steel. In less than half an hour, his limbs were chopped off.