Chapter three hundred and seventy-ninth its pursuit of the distant XVIII
The mist was dim and floating, but there was nothing. The fire in the distance dyed the gray mist orange, reflecting on Orphen's steel shell, sparkling. Fang Plover stood on the side of the tall structure, with a warning sign in his heart.
Suddenly, a gray shadow emerged from behind him. Under the gray cloth turban, a pair of eyes dotted with cold stars were like a lone wolf, with dark fire burning in the pupils. His hands were like dead branches, holding a scimitar, with green veins appearing on it.
Fang Plover's ears twitched slightly, and he heard the sound of a sharp blade cutting through the air. At that moment, darkness seemed to appear in his mind, just like the starlight pouring down from the sky, and then emerged from his eyes - the darkness of the lizard man.
Sacrifice, the power was shown on him at this moment - before the thin blade separated the flesh on his back, he slipped to the side unconsciously. The knife that Mahazar, the king of sand thieves, was bound to win, actually folded to the side.
, only chopped off a corner of his magic furnace, and the copper and iron shell instantly shattered, making a sound like broken ice.
He rolled forward, but when he got up from the ground, he felt the burning pain in his back. He couldn't get up even once, and he couldn't help but groan. The magic blade in Mahazar's hand is called "Frost Bite", which is made from
Forged from the teeth of the ice wolf, it was covered with ice gems, and the magic furnace also matched it. Fang Plover raised his head and looked at the gleaming sharp blade, stretched out his hand and looked back, his palm was full of blood, red like fire, and
Covered with a layer of ice slag.
The communication crystal was tied to his wrist, and blood dripped on the black crystal, crystal clear, and solidified in an instant. He opened his mouth to shout, but the King of Sand Thieves missed the blow and immediately retreated, like a phantom, silently
Submerged in the darkness, Fang Plover missed the opportunity and had to hold his tongue again.
There was a rustling sound behind him, and Fang Plover stretched out his right hand, and the blood in his palm invaded the cloth and slid across the metal gauntlet. Then Orphen crossed the spear with a "squeak" sound, and the tip of the spear drew the mist, and the mist shrouded the air.'
"Dang, dang" made two sharp sounds, and the two claw spears hit the spear one after another. Sparks flew everywhere and the missiles flew away.
Fang Plover did not look back, as if there were eyes behind his back. On his slightly childish face at the moment, the lenses of his goggles reflected the cold light. There was a flash of silver light in the darkness not far away, and it sank into the mist with a buzzing sound.
Two sand lizards and the knights on their backs appeared behind the mist, followed by more figures, rushing up from behind the mist with the sound of ring armor clashing. Fang Plover gave the order in his heart, and Orphen turned his spear behind him.
, slowly facing the group of sand bandits, holding a large shield as high as a wall, and with a loud bang, he pressed the corner of the shield into the ground.
The suspension mechanism moved down layer by layer, and the giant lowered its center of gravity under the sound of a trombone. High-temperature steam erupted from the top of the machine like a cloud. It set up the spear with a 'click' sound. Under the black iron barrier, two pairs of blue-green stone eyes were made of cold eyes.
Leng stared at the enemy. The sand pirate let out a deep inhalation sound. Before the fight, this tall giant was really intimidating.
But Fang Yu understood that he could not deter these people for long.
A faint voice came from behind the mist: "He's not strong, come on!"
That was Mahazar's voice. The voice was erratic and his position was carefully hidden. The king of sand thieves was not afraid of the square plover, but what he was afraid of was the chilling sharp arrow behind him. He knew
The other party is looking for his whereabouts, so he is careful not to expose himself to others.
But he still underestimated his opponent, or rather, he underestimated the selector's tricks.
"He is right in front of you." Ye Hua's subtle voice came from the crystal.
Fang Yu felt shocked. The sound positioning returned through the communication crystal was almost exactly the same as Ming and r. He was not surprised by Ms. Ming, but this meant that r was at the same level as the spire selector.
?
What kind of existence is the cheap teacher I accidentally obtained?
"Do you need to further confirm the location?" he asked.
"Do you still remember that lightning bolt from before?"
Fang Yu nodded, understanding that the other party was looking for an opportunity to kill with one strike. The communication between the two at the system level did not really turn into sound and was transmitted to the ears of others. It was only completed in a flash of mind.
After getting instructions from Mahazar, the sand pirates waved their scimitars in their hands, made a strange roar in the wind, and rode forward. But Fang Plover ignored everything behind him and only stood facing away from the tall structure, with his right hand clenched flat.
Stretching out, and then slowly opening his five fingers: Orphen opened his large shield with a "swish" sound. Behind the shield, a silver light flashed, and silver swarms roared in, forming a formation alongside each other.
They opened their shells, shining like silver wings, revealing the ferocious spikes underneath. The cold light on the spikes was a sign of danger. This scene came into the eyes of the thieves in astonishment, and they subconsciously tightened their reins.
The sand lizard stopped, the knight leaned back, the tail of the whip flicked, and the look of astonishment, that moment was like a frozen scene.
The next moment, a burst of fire burst out, and the huge roar was mixed with flying projectiles. There were constant flashes of light in the clouds and mist, and the lead shot jingled on the black ring armor like a heavy rain. The sand lizard jumped up in fright, and threw the ball on its back.
The knight fell down, lost his master's mount, turned around and fled.
There were also unlucky ones who happened to be hit in the face while trying to dismount the sand lizard. They were all bloody and bloody and died immediately. And more sand thieves waved their scimitars in their hands and bounced away the lead bullets with a clanging sound. They immediately discovered that,
The attack power was not strong. They decisively abandoned their frightened mounts and struck forward with their swords. After a silver moon passed, the Silver Bee in mid-air was immediately shattered into pieces.
Silver fragments fell into the soft sand.
The sand bandits tore open the defense line, yelling and killing each other. The tall giant was like a windmill, waving a spear, but the sand bandits still relied on their strong skills to easily find opportunities to break through the gap between its attacks.
The last line of defense, in front of them, was almost the somewhat immature young alchemist.
Fang Plover was opening his right arm, and three silver rays of light in the darkness drew an arc, sweeping from the right front. They swept through the second circle, extended forward thirty feet, then circled once, and then swept through the third circle.
Three rounds. A glimmer of cold light appeared in Fang Plover's eyes. It was like a brilliance emerging from the darkness. The first ray opened the dawn.
The stars and moon fall in the west, and the east becomes white.
"I found you." The corner of his mouth raised in a proud angle.
Mahazar was more cautious than he expected. He actually hid in a corner and watched his subordinates fight with him from a distance. He probably thought that he was too weak to take action personally, and even if he surrounded himself with his cronies, he would be able to defeat him.
, there is no need to risk being discovered by that potential opponent and get entangled with yourself.
but--
"Useless."
A tall figure of a sand bandit suddenly appeared from behind him, holding a scimitar in both hands and leaping up.
The bright sharp blade reflected the cold light, and with one strike of the sword, his right hand was broken off at the same level as his arm. However, Fang Plover did not feel any pain. He just lightly shook his right hand, as if he had lost his balance. Then severe pain swept over him, causing him to agonize.
After shouting, blood surged out like a spring, soaking into the snow-white shirt, sinking like a rose in color, and shaped like agate, rolling into the sand.
But there seemed to be a steely will deep in his heart, supporting Fang Plover's spirit at this moment. Everything around him seemed to be unfeelable, and only the only goal was left. He gritted his teeth and endured the huge pain.
His chilly eyes were cast forward. The thoughts transmitted to his right hand flowed into his left arm again - he raised his left hand and turned the metal gauntlet.
In the flash of white light, the silver swordsman appeared behind him like a ghost. The two almost overlapped, and in a dazzling stream of light, they fell into the fog ahead. The next moment, Mahazar watched the white light.
In a flash: one person and one structure were already in front of him. At this moment, half of Fang Plover's face seemed to be soaked in blood, with dots of blood spots extending to the bridge of his nose, making him look like an evil ghost from hell.
But facing the king of sand pirates, the young man showed his snow-white teeth and smiled, his smile so chilling. "I caught you——"
At that moment, all the surrounding positions and relationships were reflected in his mind. "With my structure as the center, one hundred and twenty degrees clockwise, forty-seven meters. Have you seen the nearby bell tower? To the east
There is a wall one hundred meters across, and he is behind that wall. There may be a blind spot with you."
He paused and took a deep breath: "No problem?"
Behind the window of the broken tower, Ye Hua stood there silently, with the first ray of morning light reflected on his chin. The Ranger King raised his long bow, and the Elf King's bow was as green as jade.
There were layers of golden light. Then the magic furnace became brighter, reflecting the last night with layers of rays of light.
"no problem."
Fang Plover let out a long breath.
A silver moon was reflected in his eyes. Mahazar did not pull back, but held a scimitar in his hand and slashed at him. The blade cut through the shield of the angel and cut through the interlaced blade arms of the platinum swordsman.
, cut open its slender neck, induction ring, and slender waist, turning this beautiful thing into scattered fragments, falling apart and flying into a sheet of silver light.
He slashed again, this time towards Fang Plover. But at that moment, a familiar scene suddenly appeared in Fang Plover's heart. The deputy head of the Knights of the Holy Word, the lady, held his hand, with a majestic look, and spoke with a female papa.
The Lar people's unique, milky voice told him how to respond when the enemy was attacking him.
That was a few months ago.
He still remembered the warm spring in the south.
As if his soul was filled with happiness, Fang Plover moved back slightly unpredictably, no more, no more, no less. Mahazar's knife slid down like a layer of butter. The eyes of both of them were filled with excitement.
With a look of astonishment on his face, even Fang Plover himself didn't realize how he avoided this fatal knife.
The look of astonishment in Mahazar's eyes clearly showed this meaning:
Is this guy pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?
But this was his last question.
In the distance, Questac was still immersed in darkness, but a ray of light shone into Fang Plover's eyes.
The stone wall behind Mahazar exploded, and a silver light protruded from it, passing through his right chest. The blood mist exploded, and the silver light disappeared suddenly, turning into a sharp arrow, nailed in front of Fang Plover, only one foot away.
, the snow-white tail feathers were still shaking, and a drop of blood slipped from it layer by layer. With a bang, the King of Sand Thieves fell to his knees.
He put a hand on his bloody chest, raised his head tremblingly, his eyes were dull, and his open mouth could not utter a single note. It was as if he still couldn't believe that he would fall in such a place, in such a place.
Before the gate of victory.
Fang Yu also slowly knelt down. Excessive blood loss made him a little groggy, but he tried his best to look at the lone wolf in the desert in front of him, as if to see who would fall first.
Four thousand feet away, Ye Hua was drawing out his second arrow. The dense red light in the clouds did not strike lightning this time, which made him slightly surprised, but it was unexpected, and his heart was not shaken at all. He
I know that if I slow down for a moment longer, my child may be in danger.
But it was at this time that the clouds began to surge.
A streak of blood-red lightning struck straight down.
In Fang Yu's shocked eyes, the electric light fell directly on Mahazar, instantly turning him into a ball of flying ash.
…
"Mahazar is dead?"
When this news came from Alyssa, Princess Rupert was almost dizzy. She took a breath and looked at the nightingale in front of her who had left for her not long ago, but now returned to her.
The lady's tone was slightly trembling, and it sounded like a question. It wasn't until Alyssa nodded gently that she understood that she was not hallucinating.
The news spread like a plague on the battlefield, and many people saw the incomplete dragon-horned trombone of the King of Sand Thieves and Sharkwen's corpse—these two things that were never separated from Mahazar.
When they appeared, the sand bandits understood that the arrogant desert wolf had really been killed.
"It's just that the battle situation hasn't changed much..." Alyssa smiled bitterly, and then she understood the reason why Her Royal Highness the Princess sent her away. "After getting the news, many of the sand pirates in the outer city dispersed, but the sand pirates in the inner city were like
They acted like crazy and began to attack all parts of Kashan Palace. They probably thought that the King of Sand Thieves was dead and they would have the opportunity to ascend to that position. These people were simply crazy..."
Princess Rupert was not surprised at all, but seemed a little calm. She commented quietly: "These people themselves are desperadoes. The closer they are to destruction, the crazier they become. What's more, victory is easily within reach. Everything in this palace
, is what they dream of.”
"If this continues," Alyssa said a little anxiously, "I might not be able to hold on for long..."
Princess Rupert looked at each other: "What are your plans? If you want to leave the city, I can find someone to take you out. But in this situation, I can only do my best."
Miss Nightingale only shook her head slightly: "Until the commander gives the order, there is a high probability that the Seven Seas Brigade will stay here."
The eldest princess was silent for a moment.
There had long been no disputes in the Kashan Palace, and the ministers were clearly divided into two groups. One group was lifeless, waiting for fate to dictate. The other group, under the call of Sesher and Prince Aleph, went to the palace.
At the top of the city, together with a group of guards, they helped organize the last line of defense.
Although this line of defense is as thin as a cicada's wings, it cannot escape being destroyed by the surging flood.
"What is that?" Suddenly someone shouted.
The blood mist is like a column of smoke rising into the sky, connecting directly to the clouds and connected with the blood-red halo in the clouds. It seems that no one has noticed this terrible scene until this moment, but no one can tell what is behind all this.
What is it?
But Princess Rupert just watched this scene quietly.
She suddenly turned around: "What kind of person is Captain Ed...?"
"he……"
Alyssa subconsciously wanted to say that he was an idiot.
But looking at the scene in front of me, the sand thieves surged in like overwhelming force, swarming everywhere outside the Kashan Palace. Dark red clouds surged in the sky, and bloody lightning spread through the clouds, as if it was a sign before the end of the world.
She suddenly realized that she might not have much chance to talk to Her Royal Highness the Princess again. A silent feeling came to the heart of Miss Nightingale. She glanced at Rupert and answered.
: "...He, the leader, is somewhat idealistic."
"Idealism?" The eldest princess sighed softly: "Sometimes we think it is too naive, but maybe in desperate situations, only ideals can bring people miracles——"
Her voice was soft, as if she was humming. "I just don't know if Lord Andromeda and Lord Marland are still protecting this land."
A flash of bright silver light appeared in an unnoticed corner of the battlefield.
Count Laval braved the strong wind before dawn, tidied the sparse hair on his forehead with one hand, and got on the horse with some reluctance. If it wasn't for that thing, why would he meddle in this nosy matter?
Thinking of this, the earl glared at the girl in front of him, making Florence tremble in fear.
The Earl coughed slightly, and then said in a longer tone: "Florence, unfurl our flag and tell everyone on the battlefield that the Corinthians are coming."
Florence responded in a panic: "Yes, Mr. Laval, no... no, it's the head of the mission..." while hurriedly unfolding the flag in her hand, but because she was too nervous, she almost got entangled in the flag.
Fell to the ground.
Count Laval shook his head, grabbed the flag with one hand, placed it on the flagpole, raised it with his hand, and the flag flew immediately.
The flag rolled up, revealing a silver anvil. The sparks scattered were like stars in the sky. The azure crown reflected the world. A sharp sword fluttered in the wind. The bright silver flag was instantly stunned.
Everyone couldn't help but look sideways. The sand bandits from far and near seemed to have finally noticed the few men and horses in this corner of the battlefield.
Under the fluttering flag, there are rows of knights wearing silver armor. Under the helmets, a pair of eyes are as cold as ice. They are pressing down the shields one by one, leaving only two shining eyes.
.On the breastplate, there are emblems of roses and dragons, and under the outstretched wings, a strange flame mark is formed.
