A beam of magical brilliance penetrates through the layers of darkness and rises into the sky—
The light illuminates the vast land, and the edge of the light changes over the ruins, drawing the outline of the remaining ruins of the southern gate of Fir City.
The indifferent face and blunt lines of the chief of the Firefighter regiment Fern were constantly changing under the outline of the light. The tall man pressed his hands on the hilt of the carved head of a demon and stood motionless. In the darkness, Shen Shen looked straight ahead—the forest on the horizon seemed to form a looming ink line in the darkness, and the mist formed a thin layer of night haze, but gradually a row of rustling came from the other side of the darkness. Footsteps, rustling, from far to near—like footsteps from hell.
But that was a huge army that was advancing uniformly.
The sexy and beautiful head of the mercenary girl with a long hair like fire did not guess right. Fern had never been a knight of Eruin at that moment in the past. But there was a long scar on his neck, which was a memory from the past-he was actually a retired cavalry soldier who fought with Madara in Karasu. Therefore, when he closed his eyes, he could almost tell the source of the rustling sound from the depths of his soul.
Like the ocean of Madara, there is an endless, endless army of skeletons. The sound of footsteps on the rack of ribs, row by row, fell on his heartstrings.
Little red fire appeared in the darkness, more and more, erratic behind the fog like a ghost fire. The mercenaries took up the weapons at hand and stood up from the ruins with solemn expressions. Behind a temporary fortification built on the ruins, there were more and more people, crowded, no one was talking, the voice seemed to be swallowed by the forced close, drumming pace, everyone held their breath and watched this scene:
The undead army appeared little by little from the darkness.
Someone came to Fern, they were members of the Firefighter's subordinates. It even includes a few wizards in the Firefighters. In the past battles, they have always served as the brains of the mercenary group. But they have been hesitating whether this battle is worth fighting or not. The key question is whether they are willing to offend the young viscount for this. But at this moment, when they saw the skeleton army overflowing the earth like a tide from the darkness, they involuntarily felt a breath of cold air.
That is Madara. The bright roses and thorns in the darkness represent an irresistible aura, as if it is the breath of death that everyone will eventually face—
"Head?" Under the hood, the wizard asked in a low voice with a pale face.
Fern said nothing.
"Leader, there are thousands of them," he reminded in a low voice: "We add other people, and it's only over two hundred. Besides, there is no way to trust people outside of the group. Are we really going to do it for a word? The promise is here to fight these bones to the death? Even if it is to fight all the brothers?"
"Where can you escape?" The tall man turned his head and glanced at him lightly: "I know their habits better than you. This city is now surrounded by all sides—I learned a lesson in Karasu, that Just never try to guess how many undead there are, because there will always be more than you think."
He raised his head and looked forward: "However, although there are many, they are all low-level bone shelves. They have just been summoned from the cemetery. As long as they persist until daylight, they will naturally retreat."
"Head?"
Fern raised a hand and interrupted the wizard's words: "Now our only hope is that young adult, two first-tier golden existences are enough to lead us out of the siege; send the magic signal and tell that adult He, for two hours, the firefighters won't die and won't retreat—"
The tall man waved his hand: "Go and raise the banner of the battle group, even if it is dead, I will see it flying in the morning light—"
"Huh! Since that young nobleman made me hold on until dawn, let me see how this first light penetrates the darkness—" Fern replied, knowing Brando's plan in his heart. Ming: "If he can do it, it doesn't matter if I am the leader of the team."
The wizards were taken aback and looked at each other.
Two hours later.
It's breaking dawn—
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"Ancestors?"
After Medissa stopped, she frowned. The girl turned her horse's head with a spear in her hand, tightened every nerve in her body and watched vigilantly at this man standing in front of the line of defense constructed by the undead, wearing a black cloak, and the cloak was painted with a silver balance, and her whole body exuded an icy breath. Undead generals. She didn't know why the other party suddenly said such words. But before the era when the sages ruled together, there was indeed such a legend in the ancient mythology. In the dark and turbulent era, the azure knight led the first batch of ancestors out of the sanctuary and defeated the called The Dragon of Twilight, which is the'Finally Disaster', then opened the beginning of the Year of Chaos—
But how could Lord Lord be an ancestor
Except for the dragons, the people of the golden generation have long lost their blood on the earth, and even become legends. Even the descendants of silver have been called proud existences before this era. And after the era of the dark dragon raging, blood was scattered on the earth, and even the existence of the silver clan became erratic. How could there be ancestors walking on the earth
Unless Brando is a dragon.
But the elven girl immediately shook her head and denied this suspicion. Although thinking so, the girl suddenly felt a little sorry for Brando, she blushed and hurriedly said sorry in her heart. But she turned her head back and asked coldly, "What do you mean by nonsense?"
Bai raised his head, the upper half of the cold metal mask was crying and half laughing, but the golden flames under the mask made Metis a vaguely strange—the undead held a scythe and motionless—the silver elf girl hurriedly blinked her eyes. , For fear of being charmed by the other party. The masked man, one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, smiled in anger:
"It's like what I said, on the surface, as you understand." The black knight's voice was filled with a metallic echo.
"Nonsense!" Metisa looked around, the undead general in front of her was far more powerful than she had imagined, but when she stopped, the mercenaries' offensive also stagnated. The elf girl was undecided whether she wanted to ask the lord for support. The battle between Brando and Kabais formed a thick layer of smoke on the street. She didn't know what was going on behind her, but she was worried about her Distract Brando.
But under the stalemate, the private soldiers of the nobles are also not allowed to enter the inner city. In that case, it is better to delay for a while. She bit her pale silver lower lip: "The golden blood has long been lost, and there are ancestors walking on the ground there."
Bai smiled slightly, and he replied quietly: "Indeed, the ancestors were all golden people, but Miss Elf, you forgot—there is the existence of the Fool."
The silver elf princess couldn't help but smile: "Dark Dragon? It's funny. Do you think Lord Lord is the Dark Dragon? Does such a lie make sense? No one will believe it—"
"It doesn't make sense," Bai shook his head: "But in Madara, there is a legend that says,'The lord of darkness will return, he can perceive people's hearts and clarify everything -'. Surely you should have heard this ancient legend, too. Because it circulated from the black prophecy of the Miner people, they are your mortal enemies, right?"
"so what?"
"It's nothing, I just met a witch named Barbasha in Ridenburg," Bai replied, seemingly indifferent: "You know, witches are always more sensitive to the power of darkness than ordinary people."
The silver elf girl shook her head: "But you probably forgot that the dragon of darkness was once the greatest enemy of our clan. Compared with witches, I am more familiar with each other's aura; not to mention that there is a passage in the black prophecy, "Darkness" It must be born out of inhumans, and the honorable people will die out of the flame.' Lord Lord is a human being, he is the descendant of the King of Flame Gilt, and it is the honorable people—you can’t deny that? "
"That's true." Bai picked up the sickle, put it on his shoulder and nodded himself.
"Don't sow discord anymore, who are you?" The other party didn't seem to care about her delaying time, and Medissa subconsciously felt restless in her heart. She has decided to attack again, and if she is still powerless, she can only ask Lord Lord for support.
A chuckle came from under the metal mask: "I remember I said, my name is Bai. Bai Tiamas Qiuyue is my name, I am the balance of war, the justice of the human heart—"
The undead general placed a hand on his chest and bowed slightly.
"It's the instigator and the instigator, right." Metisa said coldly. She raised her spear-but she didn't expect the opponent to move faster than her. She was just about to do it, but Bai Bai with her head down seemed to see it with her own eyes. Same. He held the sickle behind his back and waved forward, and a black glow swept towards Medissa. The fairy princess gritted her teeth and backed away, but she was still swept by the end blow. When the black light collided with the spiritual shield around her body, a dazzling light burst out. The air current swept all around, and the mercenaries near her Backing, the girl snorted, and she was also seriously injured.
"Very strong soul power, worthy of the ghost of the silver elf—"
Bai looked at the soul fire shining around Medissa's body, and replied. At the same time he raised his hand backwards.
The'Bone Spikes' column was instructed to move forward immediately. They took off the bone spears behind them and entered an attacking posture. At the same time, the mercenaries were being beaten up and down by the previous attack, and there was no time for him to take care of them. Medisa, who was holding back her injury, raised her head and saw this scene. A trace of panic flashed in her pale silver eyes. She gritted her teeth and shouted, "No—"
But the undead general has put down his hands coldly.
With a soft whistle, the sound of air vibration echoed in the ears for a long time.
A rib spear flies out of thin air—
The panic in the silver elf girl's eyes turned into determination in an instant. The little princess pressed her hand on her chest and shouted: "Ptyoona!" (Ancient elf language: Spirit Wings!)
Her voice was like a string of sweet wind bells penetrating the entire battlefield in an instant, and at the same time, everyone saw the fire of the soul surrounding this young knight erupting in an instant—it was like A pair of huge wings spread out, once the power of the soul is opened, it will linger into the night, forming a layer of shining hexagonal transparent network under the dark background-in an instant, the entire street is fully incorporated into the elf girl's own. Beneath the wing guard, the bone spears falling from the sky landed on these transparent crystal nets, and dazzling light spots broke out with every impact, but almost every bone spear was stopped and turned into fly ash in an instant.
The mercenaries raised their heads, their faces illuminated by the twinkling light, but in any case, they understood that they were saved.
Bai watched the scene quietly, his golden eyes flickered: "Silver Elf ancient combat skills—"
He smiled and flattened the sickle in his hand.
After the soul fire opened, there was no protection around Metis—
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