Six o'clock in the morning.
Black Blade Legion Vanguard Camp —
The stern magical siren swept across the entire camp in an instant, like a landslide and a tsunami. The black knight was fully armed, rushed out of the rest area with jingle accessories, and ran straight to his mount.
Flying dragons are spreading their wings.
Kuztar? Viscount Pollyman put down his monoculars, and the southern sky was black and black, and countless birds of prey shuttled between thunder and lightning, as if the scene of the end of the world.
"It's a druid."
"The Southerner is dead."
He was silent, turned up the saddle, held the nearly five-meter-long dragon spear in one hand, and then raised his left hand high. The sound of the mountain whirring and tsunami seemed to erupt from the camp in an instant:
"Black Blade Legion, First Dragoon Brigade—"
"Set off!"
"Set off!"
One after another giant beasts soared into the sky, their wings spread out to cover the sky and the sun. The logistics soldiers on the ground watched their knights lift into the air, as if in a blink of an eye a huge confrontation formation was launched above the sky.
"Dalit, don't lose the chain again at the critical moment!" the ground crew shouted to the sky.
"Fuck you!" The knight in the sky laughed and cursed. The young man raised his head. In front of him, under the rain clouds, the thunder and lightning turned a golden red, and tens of thousands of birds of prey rushed towards him.
"It's Arrow Eagle!"
"—Note that they speed up!"
Shouted the voice above.
"Everyone, join the battle formation!" A serious voice came from the magic crystal.
"Received, I have returned to the team."
"The first attack cluster is expected to arrive in thirty seconds."
"Twenty seconds."
Dalit raised his head, his eyes full of militant fanaticism; the Black Blade Legion had been standing by here for a long time, and at this moment, everyone only felt the blood boil all over their bodies.
Kuztar? Viscount Pollyman was holding a dragon spear, and his heart was as strong as iron, only silently estimating the arrival of the time.
"Ten seconds."
"Eight seconds."
"Two seconds."
"Fighting—"
"For Eruin!" The sky of Ampersel seemed to be ignited by a huge slaying sound for an instant, and it was boiling.
The huge black flying dragon and the countless birds of prey crossed by. For a moment, there was a bloody storm, and the open wings cut into the storm of wings like blades, and the corpses of the birds fell like raindrops.
But the Flying Dragon Knight was also held in by the huge resistance, and the first front arrow's attack formation disappeared in an instant. The screams of warnings, fighting, and screams were all mixed up on all sides—the knight in front was torn from the saddle alive under the huge impact, and the flying dragon was overwhelmed, wailing and tumbled and fell.
Like black meteors—
The flames of war spread and burn.
…
The buzzing discussion in the hall seemed to be silent for an instant, and there was only dead silence under the solemn and solemn Lokshe Palace Ruyuan vault, and time froze at this moment.
"Charle, is that you?"
Head of the Highland Knights Bund? Norbert stood long; he was confident on his face and his voice was not high, but he echoed repeatedly in the hall.
There was an uproar.
Everyone looked at each other.
"Captain Bunid, what name did you say?" an envoy asked incredulously, and the man stood up from the seat of Goran-Elson.
"Captain Bunid, are you right?" Another member of the Council also joined in a loud voice. This person is a close friend of Grand Duke Vieiro, and Brando had a relationship with the opponent in the past.
Others also talked about it, and most of them focused on Shire for a while. "Ah!" The countess screamed suddenly. She looked at the young mage like a ghost: "Ah, why didn't I notice... It really seems!"
"Like what? What's the matter?" Brando was inexplicable, he was a little funny at first, but the funny thing was that Viscount Bergenin, who was still performing just now, became a clown.
But the current situation is a bit beyond his expectations.
He couldn't help turning his head, his gaze fell on his mage attendant, as if he had met him again: "Charle, it looks like you are quite famous. Can you explain it?"
"Ha," Charlie grinned dryly: "Lord Lord, I think this is just a misunderstanding."
"I can't see it."
"real."
"Then you better explain it to them." Brando was startled suddenly, and he heard the sound of fighting outside the hall. Immediately he stopped and the other party blinked, meaning, "I'll talk about it later."
The war is on.
Charles immediately understood the meaning of his lord, and immediately turned around and replied to the Highland Knights leader: "Lord leader, I think you may have admitted the wrong person?"
There was silence in the hall again.
From sudden noise to sudden silence, the change is natural—
"Acknowledged wrong, didn't you?" The Bunid knight smiled disapprovingly and raised his eyebrows.
He wanted to say something, but before he could say anything, the whole hall suddenly shook.
Bund stopped and raised his head questioningly.
Everyone raised their heads subconsciously, and the voice was clearly coming from above—what happened? Almost for a moment, the second huge quake arrived as expected, but this time it was even more violent, and most people fell to the ground unpreparedly.
"What's wrong?"
"What happened?"
"Did there an earthquake?"
There was a mess in the hall, and there was a loud noise. Suddenly a large hole was opened in the crystal dome of Lokshbei Palace. Crystal shards fell one after another, cold wind poured in, and then a giant fell straight down and crashed to the ground.
"what!"
"Help… "
For a while, the wind and rain poured down, but the hall was covered with smoke and dust. The nobles were almost shocked, and the screams immediately rang.
Only Brando could see that thing—the corpse of a flying dragon lying in the middle of the hall, with its neck broken—was the dragon knight of the Black Blade Legion.
Almost at the same time, Duke Anlek's calm and powerful voice came in his ears:
"Kill out!"
Everyone was in a daze, but immediately reacted.
"Knight Templar, stop Macaro!" This was Murros's voice.
"Catch Princess Griffin!" Viscount Bergening screamed.
Brando also reacted at once, he immediately protected Dilphary with one hand, and at the same time he commanded loudly: "Charre, kill the princess!"
There was immediate chaos in the hall.
…
Dalit's face was bloody.
He looked out through the half-broken face mask, and there was almost blood red between the sky and the earth. Countless birds of prey are flying around, and the battlefield above is like a Jedi—
In the center, the archdruid wearing a tree cloak looked like a god. Every spell was generated from his hand, forming a wooden spear or a rock thorn, and a large number of dragon knights fell in midair.
Archdruid, the top position of gold.
There was a chill in Dalit's heart. If it weren't for a voice coming from the magic crystal, he would almost tremble. The cold fight is quickly devouring everyone's fighting will.
"The third and fourth teams formed a burst formation!"
"It's Viscount Bolleman, Viscount-sir, he has gone in!"
"Guards, cover the assault!"
The roar sounded in the magic crystal, and the dragon knights were regrouping in mid-air, and they were fighting for the last time. Flying dragons are not suitable for fighting in mid-air for a long time, especially when they are carrying heavy loads with knights.
"Damn Southerner!" Dalit gritted his teeth.
But this is the final blow, ahead, Kuztar? The flying dragon of Viscount Pollyman was invincible, and the strength of the golden middle position was revealed, like a comet above the sky. There is only one fanaticism left in the eyes of the dragon knight, and all the crowds follow behind—
The front arrow has been achieved, and the encirclement is close at hand. Although the loss of the dragon knight is dramatic, the enemy is also dead.
The scale of victory has tilted.
"look down!"
"Reinforcements, reinforcements are coming!" An exhilarating voice came from the magic crystal.
Dalit turned his head, and a red spot of light rose in Amperthel Harbour. The Knights, the Temple of Flame The Knights stationed in the harbor moved, and the Temple of Flame participated in the battle!
Suddenly he just wanted to yell in excitement, what a hearty battle.
But is the enemy a respectable opponent? I guess so. Dalit's mind was tumbling with chaotic thoughts, he glanced to the flank unconsciously, and then his vision was fixed in that direction forever—
West of Ampersel.
The direction of the Anlek Mountains.
A black spot is approaching fast.
"Left, left, left wing found a large number of air forces of unknown origin! Repeat it, all ministries pay attention, the left wing has found a large number of air force units of unknown origin!" A stuttering voice has been heard in the magic crystal: "Wait! No, no, the other side. Is it also a flying dragon knight?"
"Is it reinforcements?"
Everyone is stuck, where's the reinforcements
But only Dalit's pupils were constantly shrinking-his eyesight was excellent, and he could see the origin and number of the opponent from a distance. That's not reinforcements at all... That's...
"It's the enemy, the enemy attack!" He suddenly grabbed the magic crystal and shouted harshly: "It's the Southern Legion! It's the Dragon Cavalry of the Southern Legion! Ready to meet the enemy!"
At that moment, he suddenly understood that, it turned out that the knights of the Temple of Flame below were not here to support them at all.
They are here to meet the Southern Army...
But why did the Southern Army appear here... Martha is here!
In the wind and rain all over the sky.
Nostar stood upright on his mount like a javelin, letting the wind and rain hit his face, letting the lightning and thunder light up his eyes, but his heart felt like an ancient well.
He subconsciously touched his cheek, and the wound he suffered in the ring of trade wind left him with a permanent scar, but then he was relieved that the scar was a soldier's medal.
At least, he returned to the Southern Army.
Looking back, the flying dragon that was walking alongside him was carrying the same number of tree elf archers. He nodded in response to him. He was once a comrade-in-arms who fought side by side, but now he wants to cooperate again.
However, the goal is no longer just a wolf disaster.
Yes, the kingdom abandoned them.
But the Southern Army cannot abandon its homeland—
Nostar raised his spear and pointed straight ahead: "The Dragoons listen to my orders—attack formation—target, Black Blade Legion!"
"For Eruin, advance!"
A huge frontal arrow formed in midair.
"Southern Legion, rush forward!"
…
Everyone understands that Eruin's civil war has officially kicked off.
In the smoke and dust, Brando confronted his first opponent, a Templar. When he saw the opponent, the opponent was fighting Nimesis, in fact, the black-haired female knight was losing ground.
But she couldn't be slack in the slightest, because Princess Griffin was one step behind her.
Seeing this scene, Brando didn't even think about it, and pierced it with a sword; Brando's swordsmanship has always been fierce and barbaric, and this sword is no exception. It doesn't even talk about aristocratic etiquette, which is similar to a sneak attack. NS.
The Templars in the Temple of Flames are all powerful and civilized, but they can't help but encounter such a stalker. I had to return the sword to rescue, and there was a metal trembling'dang', the two swords intersected, and the two swords retreated.
Nimesis finally found an opportunity to take a step back. She covered her mouth with her hand and coughed up blood, took a breath, and immediately looked up at Brando with a pale face:
"This swordsmanship...who taught you?"
"I'll talk about it later."
Nimesis gritted her teeth, but nodded anyway.
The Templar had already noticed Brando, in fact, the opponent clearly recognized him, and the eyes under the metal mask shone coldly. Brando immediately felt a slight stagnation in the air around his body, and his movements also slowed down.
"Be careful, his element should be related to the wind." Nimesis immediately reminded that the female knight's voice was so cold that she still brought a little concern.
This voice made Brando feel a little enthusiastic.
It really looks like it.
Really like a senior sister.
If senpai is still here...
If you are still in this world...
Senior sister.
Brando couldn't help closing his eyes, and for a moment, he felt his perception stretched endlessly along his sword. It was obviously dark, but all the scenery seemed to be right in front of my eyes.
One point and one line.
A world made up of laws.
A towering wall just appeared in front of him.
The Wall of Elements!
Brando was shocked. He suddenly opened his eyes, and everything was different in his eyes. The deepest place in his eyes seemed to be burning with a silver flame, and countless laws, meanings and the ultimate fate of all things about the world were being interpreted in an infinite direction.
How can this be
He raised the sword.
"Wind element, restraint."
"The most subordinate element."
"Why do you want to restrain me?"
"But worms."
The extremely confident voice seems to be above all things. Brando raised his sword with one hand, and the Templar's great sword had just arrived. The two swords flicked together, as if Brando flung a spark in his hand.
The sword in the Templar's hand actually flew out of his hand.
The Templar was shocked. He never dreamed that there would be such a freak that touched the wall of elements during the battle; Brando’s sword was actually not his own power, but brought the law itself. the power of.
As soon as he woke up, this sword came out of the world of law.
Peimo can be protected.
However, the Templars are after all one of the top combat powers in the Temple of Flames. As soon as the sword is released, it will react immediately, withdraw and retreat, as fast as lightning.
Brando placed his flat sword and cut horizontally with one sword.
The point of the sword has lost a little bit from the opponent.
But that's it.
"Ah!" The Templar suddenly let out an unbelievable scream. He covered his chest with one hand, and there was already a hole in the breastplate that was not deep or shallow, and a pool of blood was flowing out.
Brando raised his head, ecstasy was already in his heart, his eyes gleamed with a frightening light: "--Must hit!"