Mulgore Hotel in Marvel

When the war lasted until the third month, both sides had fought to the limit, and almost everyone was exhausted. The casualties have become a string of numbers written on the battle report. Even the inheritors of the Holy Shield in both camps have become completely numb - teams of elite soldiers are sent out every day, and those who come back are either remnants. The losers will either be completely canceled one by one.

Only the commanders of both sides, Gooden Charlemagne and Isaac Newton, could still maintain a clear and rational mind. They tried their best to show their exquisite strategies and commanded decisively in a battlefield covering hundreds of square kilometers. They formulated incomparable tactics one after another, and then were defeated one by one by the opponent with even more exquisite tactics.

Under their command, the two most powerful corps in this dimensional universe seemed to have been given souls. Each of their teams became chess pieces, fighting on the battlefield with steel and staffs risking their lives. , blooming with its own bright light.

"I have a premonition!" Gurdon Charlemagne, who was standing on the top of the mountain and looking at the Crusader camp in the distance, murmured, "Tomorrow, when the sun rises, it will be the final moment of victory!"

Standing behind him, Shen Kuo took a sip of wine happily, "I can take action again! When do you plan to use it?"

"No need!" Charlemagne shook his head, "There should be no chance!"

Shen Kuo was silent and suddenly laughed.

"Boy, are you sure?"

Charlemagne didn't smile. He just turned around and stared at Shen Kuo quietly for a while. Then he suddenly asked: "Mr. Shen, where will you go after tomorrow?"

"Going back to the East, I want to see what my hometown will be like in this world!" Shen Kuo said with a smile, "I came here this time just to hand over the divine spear. Who knew I would be tricked... Well, it’s not too late to hand it over tomorrow.”

Charlemagne was silent, and Shen Kuo thought for a while, "Have you figured out how to deal with the opponent's ace unit?"

"I don't know..." To Shen Kuo's surprise, Charlemagne gave a strange answer.

"Don't know?" Shen Kuo raised his eyebrows, as if he was surprised to hear this answer.

"Perhaps when I see it, I will know how to deal with it - after all, I haven't seen anything now, and I have no idea what its characteristics are, what its lethality is, and what its weaknesses are."

Shen Kuo smiled even happier and patted Charlemagne's arm, "Good boy, soldiers have no fixed patterns, and water has no shape. I didn't expect that you have grown to this point now. It's really eye-opening!"

Charlemagne smiled bitterly and said softly: "If tomorrow..."

"Don't tell me that Tuogu is your bunch of wives, Shen has no interest in that!" Shen Kuo waved to him impatiently, turned around to leave, then suddenly turned around again, "Give Archimedes the Holy Shield." Me!"

Charlemagne was shocked, and after a while he shook his head, "No need!"

"Okay!" Shen Kuo laughed and meandered away with the wine bottle in hand. Looking at his leaving figure, Charlemagne had a wry smile on his face.

The other party was not taking advantage of the situation, but was giving him a way out.

The Holy Shield is indestructible and indestructible. If you attach a trace of your soul to the Holy Shield and give it to Shen Kuo to take away, even if you are defeated and die in the end, there is always a chance to rely on this trace of the soul to be resurrected.

But Charlemagne felt that this was not necessary. At this point, if he died in the hands of Newton, he would have no regrets.

A similar situation occurred on the other side of the Rhine.

Newton walked out of the Chinese army camp with his hands behind his back. He slowly patrolled the camp, examining his subordinates bit by bit.

"The last battle!"

The Archbishop of Canterbury followed closely behind. He didn't understand why the battle was still at a stalemate and suddenly only the last battle was left, but he did not speak.

"If I die, you can take the Holy See and defect to Charlemagne." Newton suddenly said, "Charlemagne needs to maintain his dominance. As long as religion does not overwhelm imperial power, he will give you a status that is consistent with your status. .”

"Isaac...no!" The Archbishop of Canterbury was stunned by Newton's words. He was about to say something when he was interrupted by Newton waving his hand.

"Anyone who is good at fighting seeks defeat before winning. I know this, and so does Charlemagne. But you don't know!" Newton smiled, "But you don't know, so you are not a good commander."

After being hit by his old friend, the archbishop was not angry, but looked at Newton in confusion.

"Why?"

"There are many reasons!" Newton looked at the archbishop gently, "I don't know which one you are asking about?"

The Archbishop of Canterbury thought for a while and asked: "When Charlemagne was still weak, we could crush him with one finger. Why did you give him so many opportunities and let him grow again and again... until he grew up... A strength that makes us all afraid?"

"You have asked this many times! But for some reason, I have been unable to tell you the truth." Newton smiled and said, "I can tell you now..."

The archbishop was stunned for a moment. He seemed to have a premonition of something, and his expression became solemn.

"The throne has always been made of blood and bones, so it requires enough killings. Only by defeating the strongest challenger can you be qualified to finally aspire for the supreme position - this is just a superficial statement."

"Actually?" the archbishop asked hurriedly.

"Actually..." Newton hesitated, "Charlemagne and I are destined to have a decisive battle in this war, who is the only lord of this universe!"

"Destined?"

"Destined!" Newton stared at his old friend, his voice was very soft, but his tone was unprecedentedly solemn.

The archbishop believed it. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"——Then let this war come to an end!"

The night was so short that even Gooden Charlemagne and Isaac Newton had no time to arrange a night attack. They just stood there quietly and welcomed the first ray of morning light from the horizon.

"let's start!"

"let's start!"

The two issued the first order of the day almost simultaneously.

"The Orc Agula tribe is dispatched, the 6th and 7th Light Cavalry armies are covering, and the Elf Phantom Archer Corps is seizing air superiority!"

"The 5th Crusader Heavy Infantry Battalion attacks the enemy's left flank, and the 2nd Templar Legion holds the line."

When the middle and high-level commanders responded to the orders one after another, the archbishop found that Newton's command was a bit strange - "Don't we have air supremacy?"

"This time, we don't have to fight for air superiority!"

Newton smiled and replied, making Mr. Archbishop feel a little confused.

"Don't want air superiority? Then we..."

Without waiting for Newton to answer, soldiers on both sides of the battlefield let out a burst of exclamations like a mountain roar and a tsunami.