Time seemed to stand still.
The sharp sound of kites resounded through the sky, becoming the only main voice between heaven and earth.
The piercing murderous intent rose to its peak in an instant, making all the creatures in Wind's Breath feel the fear originating from the depths of their blood.
The glaring light burst out suddenly, causing the close-range Knight McCull to instantly lose his vision.
Knight McCull immediately put away his attacking posture, trying his best to shrink his limbs to protect the vital parts of his body, and then he was swept up by a burst of unstoppable air currents, thrown into the air, and slammed into the houses on the side of the road. middle.
However, the heart of McCall Knight has never been so ecstatic.
He finally knew that the Duke of St. Grian had not abandoned the Western Region.
This is an assassination carefully planned by her—an assassination against the orc emperor Saruman!
No wonder Duke St. Grian didn't show up even though Wind's Rest was breached before. It turned out that she was waiting for the best time.
The Duke of St. Grian never showed up, and Storm's End was empty again. The orcs must have thought that the St. Grian's family had abandoned Wind's End and fled long ago, so they must have relaxed their defenses.
What's more, after the city of Wind's Rest was breached, the orc army was caught in the most chaotic street fighting. At this time, Emperor Saruman entered the city, which was the best time to assassinate him.
If the Duke of St. Grian can successfully assassinate Emperor Saruman, perhaps the barely unified Third Empire of Orcs will fall into civil strife and even collapse...
The Western Territory can finally win a ray of victory!
Knight McCull struggled to get up from the ruins, and rubbed his eyes a few times, trying to see clearly the duel in front of him that would determine the fate of the Western Territory.
However, when Emperor Saruman saw the golden-billed kite falling from the sky, he was really surprised.
A moment of hesitation made him lose the opportunity.
The unparalleled sword light came in front of Emperor Saruman in the blink of an eye, and he only had time to lean back slightly before his chest was completely pierced.
The golden blood spurted out, and when it landed on the ground, it made a squeaking sound, and at the same time bursts of heat evaporated.
But Emperor Saruman laughed out loud instead, and his already tall figure suddenly swelled up again, and at the same time, he let out a roar.
Roar-
Terrifying sound waves swept across the entire street, and even caused the wind that had stopped to howl again.
A huge ax struck the phantom of the kite in the sky with the momentum of breaking the sky.
boom!
The phantom of the kite bird exploded in an instant, turning into bunches of golden streamers, like swimming fish, tossing and turning in the air, and finally reunited.
Under the phantom shadow of this kite bird, Duke St. Grian stood upright.
The close-fitting fine gold armor highlights her graceful curves, and her red hair moves with the wind like a flowing flame. She is noble, beautiful, and inviolable like a god. This is the Valkyrie of the Western Region, the Glorious Empire The only female paladin!
"Saint Grian—" Emperor Saruman's stature finally stopped growing, but at this time he was already more than 20 meters tall, and the buildings of Wind's Rest seemed to be one by one that could be pushed at will. Compared with him, the Duke of St. Gerien seemed just a beautiful doll.
The words he spoke were like roaring thunder:
"I'm going to crush your head!"
The violent air flow soared into the sky, and the howling westerly wind swept across the earth.
Boom!
The sky of Wind's Rest City suddenly became dark.
Knight McCoy raised his head in surprise, feeling a chill on his face.
tick.
A drop of rain fell, followed by heavy rain and thunder.
The rainy season in the western region has arrived ahead of schedule.
Driven by the strong wind, the dense raindrops are as powerful as crossbow arrows.
Knight McCoy also had to retreat again and again, away from the center of the battle between the two sanctuary powerhouses, only then did he realize that the violent raindrops had gradually softened.
The Duke of St. Grian was at the center of the storm, but she was surrounded by a gilded halo, keeping the wind and rain out.
call-
In the howling wind, a shadow of a blue ax slashed straight down towards Duke St. Grian.
boom!
The kite let out a mournful cry, and turned into countless flowing fire patterns again, scattered in mid-air.
The ground was split open with a bottomless crack, half of Wind's Rest City was almost split in two.
But the Duke of St. Grian swiftly and erratically dodged this shocking blow like a ghost.
The fire pattern closely followed the figure of the Duke of St. Grian, as if inserting a pair of flame wings on her.
The indigo sword light was like lightning in a storm, striking towards Saruman's huge body one after another.
It's just that these sword lights only left shallow marks on Emperor Saruman's body.
boom!
Every swing of the giant ax seemed to carry the sound of wind and thunder, completely shaking the phantom of the kite bird away.
Although it can reunite again and again, it is getting dimmer every time.
Knight McCoy, who was closely watching the battle situation, realized that the situation was not going well.
Because the orc emperor seemed to be being beaten passively, but in fact Duke St. Grian's attack couldn't cause him too much damage.
On the contrary, Duke St. Grian didn't dare to take every attack of the orc emperor, and could only deal with it by roaming and dodging.
This already shows the gap in strength between the two.
Both belong to the sanctuary, but the orcs are obviously stronger than other races due to their racial talents.
In fact, Duke St. Grian's best chance was the unexpected blow at the beginning.
But unfortunately, even though that blow pierced the orc emperor's chest, it didn't seem to cause him fatal damage.
Now that the orc emperor reacted, he was completely suppressing Duke St. Grian.
It can't go on like this.
Knight McCoy was anxious, and rushed forward a few steps against the violent wind and rain, but found that he could not join a battle of this level at all, so he had no choice but to retreat.
But just a few steps back, Knight McCoy rushed over without hesitation.
Because, in another earth-shattering confrontation, he saw the figure of the Duke of St. Grian hit the ground like a kite with a broken string!
Boom!
A human-shaped depression appeared on the ground, and strands of golden streamer lingered in the sky, as if crying helplessly.
Knight McCoy strode forward, holding a half spear, facing Emperor Saruman without fear, and let out a roar.
It's just that his voice was quickly drowned in the violent wind and rain.
Emperor Saruman cast a disdainful look at this overbearing knight, and stepped on it as soon as he raised his foot, as if he was crushing an ant to death.
Seeing a huge shadow falling from the sky, Knight McCoy found that he couldn't even dodge.
Under the terrifying pressure, the surrounding space seemed to become an immobile solid, completely locking him in place.
Is it finally over
Knight McCoy thought unwillingly.
Although the ending is miserable, at least he has tried his best.
Knight McCoy's eyes widened, looking at the giant foot that was getting closer, he controlled the spear with all his strength and stabbed it.
But in the next second, he suddenly realized that the giant foot stopped.
The world stopped.
In the black-and-white rain, a golden sword light suddenly lit up, piercing the orc emperor's eyes!
Knight McCoy's field of vision was completely filled with this golden light again. He tried his best to open his eyes wide, trying to see what happened clearly, but he still couldn't see anything until his face was full of tears.
But Emperor Saruman's angry roar came from his ears:
"San Lorenzo!"
(end of this chapter)