A black shadow above the sky was moving fast, it was the black dragon Alduin who was forced to become a temporary mount.
Farrell, the fiercest knight in history, stood on the dragon's head at this moment, hugging his chest, staring ahead. The huge air current blew his clothes and hair, making his footsteps immobile.
"There are traces of battles around here." Farrell suddenly looked down at the ground below.
On the ground, huge damage can be seen everywhere, and it can be seen that the guy who made the shot has reached a very high level of strength.
"This... is the breath of Fafnir." Alduin, the black dragon who had always been quite resentful of being ridden by Farrell, ignored the shame and resentment at this time, and his voice was slightly surprised.
Farrell said, "It's just a bit like Fafnir's breath... Fafnir's not so weak."
The black dragon Alduin simply rolled his eyes, and said angrily, "Old lunatic, are you being locked up by the knights? Old Fafnir died of a serious illness not long after the war. Now the golden dragon is it The offspring of the old man... It's a pity that it's a pervert, in fact, I always thought that the old Fafnir died so quickly, a large part of the reason was that he was pissed to death by this traitor."
Farrell was only silent for a moment at this time, and then said calmly: "How is the strength of the new generation of golden dragons better than yours?"
Alduin snorted, "That guy doesn't inherit half of the Golden Dragon's power, just abuse him!"
But Farrell said: "Old Fafnir inherited less than 20% of the power of the golden dragon at the beginning, and he can also stand shoulder to shoulder with Roland... The new golden dragon has good potential."
The black dragon Alduin frowned and said, "Old lunatic, although I don't know exactly what you want to do, but from your appearance, it seems that you want to pull a team out? Have you encountered any serious trouble?"
"They are back."
"They? Who are they?" Heilong couldn't help being stunned.
"The group of demons."
The black dragon Alduin was silent at first, and then his body stopped at a high altitude... This surprised the spiritual witch and the granddaughter of the sword master, Leia, who were chatting on the back of the dragon behind.
After a while, Alduin breathed a sigh of relief, and asked tentatively: "Old lunatic... so your illness is still not cured?"
It is very clear about what happened when Farrell went crazy back then, and Farrell almost abolished the entire knight organization when Farrell went crazy, and it was a few heroes from the beginning who joined forces to restore Farrell's calm.
And it included its owner, Duke Roland the Sword Master... Alduin had also seen Farrell's crazy side, so he had to be afraid of this old lunatic, and at the same time accompanied him cautiously.
I can't beat it... If I can beat it, how can I ride a cat or a dog on my body? If it was the second one, it would have been burnt to ashes by its mouthful of dragon flames.
But after the black dragon Alduin said this, he regretted it very much... The matter of Farrell's illness is almost something he is most afraid of being mentioned by others. He is even ready to take Leia to escape at any time.
Farrell, who is going crazy, will really kill it...
Unexpectedly, what he imagined didn't happen, and Farrell was staring ahead with a gloomy gaze, and after a long time said quietly: "I'd rather, it's true that I'm sick... In this way, I can even end my own illness." life."
"Farrell, you..." the black dragon opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he couldn't.
Farrell shook his head at this time, and said calmly: "Changing the road... Kuroroya is not in the werewolf leader, he seems to have left not long ago... probably in that position."
Farrell reached out and pointed in a certain direction.
The black dragon knew that the old lunatic's sensory ability belonged to the superhuman level, so he didn't doubt it too much. He just followed the direction indicated by Farrell, but found that it was the road leading to the territory of the thirteen clans.
Hmm... Kuroloya, this fast old guy, what are you doing in the territory of the Thirteen Clans
Did you fight with Balegon
"Old lunatic, please show me the evidence to believe it." Alduin suddenly whispered: "Otherwise, I will not let Leia get involved in danger... This is my last promise to Roland."
He didn't speak, just sat cross-legged on the black dragon's head, and then closed his eyes.
But in fact, when this group reached the [Toredo] clan, it was still in vain.
From entering the [Inhuman Realm] to the castle to find the Juggernaut, to the Association of Magicians to find Misteel, and then to Kuroloa, the leader of the werewolf, it seems that fate has played a joke on Farrell.
No matter what, he was always one step behind.
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Before sunrise, the ancient city of Pompeii was as quiet as a battlefield after a tragic war. Of course, it refers to the ruins of the pure ancient city.
With the ancient city as the development point, the homes of the aborigines living around are still very lively, but even those who have lived nearby for generations cannot get a glimpse of the true appearance of Pompeii.
Including those travelers who have come from thousands of miles away, even archaeologists are the same.
Because around the ancient city, there is a large barrier specially built by the Association of Magicians to seal off the battlefield of the Great War a hundred years ago.
Kuroroya and Migang arrived at dusk, and opened multiple barriers layer by layer. When the barriers were fully opened, they still did not wait for the arrival of Balegon.
"This cunning vampire is rarely late." Kuroloa quickly gave his point of view.
"[Toredo]'s territory was just attacked by the golden dragon, and there are a lot of mundane affairs to be dealt with in Bailegang, so wait a little longer, it's not too late." The Misteel tower owner was quite calm.
But Kuroloya waved his hand, walked directly into the real battlefield, and said casually: "Tiepi, why don't we go for a walk inside first! I haven't been to this place for eighty years, and I kind of miss it. "
He participated in the great battle a hundred years ago, but he was obviously not the only one involved, but many, many of them were excellent warriors among the werewolves, and some were even better than him.
Kuroroya asked himself that he was lucky enough to stay, not the strongest among the werewolves, so he was able to survive and buried many of his former brothers and sisters here, and even some comrades-in-arms who had a good relationship.
Regarding Kuroroya's actions, Misteel had no intention of stopping it, but instead followed silently.
The streets of the inner ancient city are criss-crossed and stretched all the way. In the distance, you can clearly see a majestic castle, which was the last place where the non-human coalition forces on the European continent attacked... like a meat grinder, it swallowed up an unknown number of elites Inhuman life.
Kuroloya seemed to see the shadow of swords and swords from a hundred years ago. He stopped and walked, holding a pen from time to time to write his feelings on the letter.
He has already smelled the smell of death, his life will come to an end at any time, maybe he wants to finish a work at the end.
In fact, Kuroroya's wish before death was very simple, there were only two.
First, experience a hearty battle with the posture of a warrior, regardless of whether you win or lose.
Second, write the last work that is the most satisfying in your life.
"Speaking of which, why hasn't your Association of Magicians repaired these destroyed streets and buildings?" Kuroloa asked curiously.
The owner of the secret steel tower said indifferently: "Anyway, there is an enchantment here, and ordinary people can't get in, so I don't bother to restore it... Besides, the ruins, the ancient city, etc., are not valuable because of the vicissitudes of life. After repairing, This history has also been covered up."
"Hahaha!" Kuroloya patted the unsmiling former comrade-in-arms on the shoulder, "I didn't expect you to be emotional too... I feel like I can write an autobiographical drama for you!"
"Thanks for being sensitive"
"Good friend! Don't be like this! Don't refuse!" Kuroloya leaned against the ear of the Misteel Tower Master, as if begging... It seemed like this, but what he said was: " Misteel, is there anyone in your association on duty here?"
The expression of the Misteel Tower Master remained unchanged, and he walked calmly with Kuroloa, but he also whispered: "No, only when the enchantment needs to be maintained, will the magician be sent here... And, every time it is me hosted."
"Oh? So, besides you and me, there are other guests here tonight... right?"
"perhaps."
While speaking, a black shadow struck, a loud noise suddenly appeared on the street, and a sandstorm shot up into the sky, and Kuroloya and the master of the secret steel tower were seen calmly avoiding it.
They are all experienced fighters, so naturally they will not be easily attacked successfully. At this time, they are more concerned about who is attacking them on this opponent!
You know, the barrier was only opened by Misteel, and only the two of them came in. Before that, theoretically, there should be no one else in the ancient city.
Kuroroya and the Misteel tower master landed almost at the same time. The dust began to dissipate, and a shadow slowly walked from the dust... Slowly appeared, and then appeared in their sight.
"This is?! Caddy?"
"Um?"
At this moment, Kuroroya and the owner of the Misteel Tower showed shocking expressions on their faces at the same time... They stared incredulously at the guy who walked out of the sand and suddenly attacked them both.
What they saw in front of them was a warrior holding a large shield and a giant sword, and this warrior also had the very distinctive characteristics of an orc. This is an orc warrior, and he is also an orc warrior that Kuroroa and the master of the secret steel tower know. !
Caddy.
A name that has been far away from them for a hundred years, but they will never forget this name... Among the coalition forces a hundred years ago, the orc warrior named Kaidi was like the strongest shield, and he always resisted for his companions. Attack from the enemy.
Kaidi always stood in front of everyone, and he never retreated. He used his shield and his body to defend his companions to the end. Even though he was exhausted, he still never fell down.
Even in death, it still stands.
"Kuloloa, it's not Kaidi!" Misteel frowned at this time, "Kaidi's body has been transported away, so it is impossible for it to still exist... Look more clearly, this is just a spirit body."
Gray-brown skin, dull eyes, and even a faintly blurred and transparent body... Kuroroya could see clearly and carefully, but this figure in memory really brought back so many memories in him that for a while Inextricable.
Kuroroya took a deep breath at this time, focused his attention on vigilance, and suddenly said: "It seems that regardless of whether it is true that Bailegang said that the group of demons had returned... this place is really weird."
While speaking, Kuroloya glanced around quickly.
The Misteel Pagoda Master also noticed it, opened his palm, and a ball of light for lighting was lifted into the air from his palm, instantly illuminating the surroundings of the long street. Under the sufficient light source, they suddenly broke out in cold sweat!
Those are the figures of one after another... the forms of those comrades who they can call out their names, who died in the final battle!
They are like the dead returning from hell... like ghosts, emerging from different places one after another, and gradually marching in!
"What the hell is this..."
Kuroroya was dripping with cold sweat at the moment, such a weird thing made it difficult for him to keep calm at this moment.
The master of the secret steel tower forced himself to calm down, and quickly said: "Maybe who is doing it here... They can't be our former comrades-in-arms! Because after they died in battle, even their souls were swallowed by demons... except for their Bodies, we couldn't find anything at all."
Kuroroya let out a roar at this time, stepped on the street, and a crack stretched forward, "What the hell is that bastard! He actually insulted the undead of these heroes here! Get out! I will never forgive !"
But these spirit bodies in the form of soldiers who died in battle a hundred years ago, seemed to be inaudible under Kuroroya's roar and steps, but seemed to be stimulated by something, and moved towards him without hesitation. Kuroroa and Mistel launched an attack!
The attacks of these spirit bodies are so powerful that they don't even look like spirit bodies at all, but living warriors from a hundred years ago!
"Iron lumps! How dare you say that you come here once a year for enchantment maintenance? Tell me where these guys came from?!"
Facing Kuroroya's accusation at this time, the owner of the secret steel tower of the association could not help but smile wryly. The only thing he could do was to let himself survive the attack of this large number of spirits safely.
"Kuloloa... If the appearance of these guys is a precursor to the return of those demons..." The owner of the secret steel tower suddenly said solemnly at this time: "After a hundred years of recuperation, the group of demons will become stronger than before. Is it more powerful?"
"How do I know!" Kuroloya said angrily at the moment, "I just know! Even if those demons have not become stronger, they are still the same as a hundred years ago, and we may not be able to stop them! The new generation is too weak!"
The Tower Master of Misteel was silent for a moment, and then said: "Back then... there were still many who didn't fight. Except for me, the tower masters, the thirteenth prince of the clan, your beast king... and some secret witches, and... Holy See."
"Fuck! Those bastards you're talking about?" Kuroloa snorted coldly, "Except for Huiyao, who didn't beat labor and management fifty years ago! Do you think I can't beat you! The current [Inhuman Domain] What is the quality of the new generation, you don't have any points in your mind?"
The Misteel Tower Master smiled wryly again. This was the last smile he gave Kuroroya.
Because in the next second, the head of the Misteel Tower Master was cut off by a sharp sword... right in front of Kuroroya.
No sign.
Mistel... die.
"Iron bump!!!!"