The Duke's ability to have such a superior attacking environment is inseparable from the efforts of the followers of the Phantom Goddess.
The holy place was destroyed, but their goddess did not abandon them.
The oracle continued to reach the ears of the surviving priests, and another high-level priest of Cyric was killed by a mysterious man under the Phantom Goddess, which more or less restored the faith of the believers.
The remaining believers hid in various places such as mountain streams and cliffs, using all their strength to release magical spells and create the illusion of arrow rain.
If it were half an hour ago, Cyric's people would never have been able to hide.
It was different now. Knowing that almost all the arrows fired were arrows made by phantoms, the commander did not dare to casually untie the defensive formation.
In terms of guerrilla warfare, a hundred trolls are no match for a half-elf archer.
At this time, an unattractive human man with short blond hair stood up. He had no outstanding appearance, only sharp and angular lines.
Halken, who had a big golden beard, had a livid face. He closed his eyes and his black robe moved automatically without any wind. After a moment, he spat hard.
"The Storm Demonic Arrow Group has left, at least for the time being. The only ones left are those rat-like phantom believers."
Just when Halken was about to announce the release of the circle formation, suddenly a continuous dragon roar echoed through the sky.
Dragon Knight...group?
How could the lonely old woman Phantom Goddess find the Dragon Knights as a helper?
Halken was surprised enough to encounter the sudden attack by the Wild Wind Demonic Arrow Regiment. The White Dragon Knights who swooped down from the clouds and formed three huge rows looked nothing like those who were just passing by.
Halken's passerby's face was suddenly distorted into something uglier than a fucking troll!
"spread--"
The dinosaur knight panicked and drove the big guy under him.
But it's too late.
Dragon, the king of beasts. The power of the dragon has a strong suppressive force on other creatures. Not to mention the sub-dragon species with the thin blood of the dragon family.
That kind of genetic slavery cannot be eradicated by human domestication.
Faced with this deep-seated fear, the stronger Yaron would tremble, while the weaker ones would be so frightened that they would burst into tears.
The Aragon Knights were in complete chaos, and the only ones really scattered were the lightly equipped Amn Shadow Thieves.
The ogres at the other end of the circle took heavy steps to escape from this death zone, but their escape was meaningless.
The White Dragon Legion's dive almost came in the blink of an eye.
A row of eight white dragons raised its crested head like a bird's beak, and its broad chest expanded rapidly.
The next moment, a cone-shaped cold breath spurted out from the sharp dragon's mouth.
As 8 white dragons breathed out icy dragon breath in a row, a moving wall of cold ice wind appeared.
This was an extremely spectacular scene, and all the surviving phantom believers and some of the archers of the Wind Demonic Arrow Regiment had the honor to witness this scene.
After the moving wall of ice swept across, the land that had been in turmoil a moment ago suddenly became dead silent. The movements of all creatures were frozen in the last moment of their lives.
Maybe they were frightened, or screaming wildly. Some knelt down, and some ran wildly.
From dragons to trolls, from riders to shadow thieves, each of their lifelike expressions can be seen through the thick ice.
Only a handful of priests and mages relied on divine magic to escape this calamity.
There was no room for Cyric's army to breathe. When the first round of white dragons breathed out, the riders pulled the white dragons up, and the white dragons flapped their white wings vigorously and began to climb.
Behind them, a second wave of eight white dragons began to wash the ground a hundred meters apart.
The bottom of the Misty Grand Canyon is actually very spacious for people, a full two hundred meters wide. I didn't realize it before, but Cyric's army only felt that they drove the phantom believers in as if they were rushing into a cage, and they could hunt and kill them at will.
.
They never thought that they would be the one being hunted.
If there were no dragons, 200 meters would be very wide.
The entrance of the White Dragon Knights turned these 200 meters into a dead end.
Duke Darthnir's knights shouted happily and asked the white dragons to use their dragon breath to plow the Cyric legions in the canyon lowlands over and over again until the white dragons' breath was exhausted.
Then he laughed wildly and allowed the white dragons to have their meal.
Although white dragons, like other dragons, can eat almost anything, they have a very peculiar thing, that is, they only eat frozen food. After killing its prey with a breath attack, white dragons like to take advantage of the corpse of the prey.
Swallow them while they are still frozen.
Seeing this scene, Darthniel frowned, but he was helpless.
White Dragon's IQ is not high, and he acts more based on instinct. Seeing that he has won, of course he has to run wild and feed his stomach. If he is forcibly stopped, he may kill his own White Dragon Knight at any time.
Of course, the Duke never expected these rough guys to do meticulous work from the beginning.
The Duke's biggest support was the Black Guard troops and the small group of mages who came later and exhausted the Duke's dozens of wyverns to half death.
"Search! I will reward you with a hundred thousand gold coins for finding the person who is the 'Black Will' Halkon Akmilil!" The Duke's bold words made his subordinates scream in excitement.
Soon, the Duke gained something.
It's not Halken, it's a few low-level and mid-level priests.
The Duke, who has a tough appearance, rarely showed a soft smile of satisfaction.
Worth it!
After hearing the news in the early morning, they made an emergency dispatch and flew continuously for nearly 10 hours at the ultimate speed that the White Dragon Knights could reach. After crossing thousands of miles, the divine soldiers descended from the sky and caught Cyric's army by surprise.
Finally, the effort was not in vain.
With these Cyric priests alone, he could escape Bane's punishment.
Of course, to obtain Bane's divine favor, Halken is necessary!
However, after a temporary torture of several survivors, the whereabouts of Halken could not be found, and the Duke became a little impatient. It is difficult to find a priest who is good at hiding in the shadows.
The reason why Cyric's followers are difficult to exterminate is because they hide very well. A battle like this may not happen once in several years.
Here, the Duke is irritated.
Over there, Raven was standing on the mountain, something was wrong.
Beside him, one on the left and one on the right, stood the incarnations of two goddesses, Laila in the form of a misty maiden, and the Red Knight in the form of a red horse-headed chess piece.
The two goddesses looked unhappy in their avatars.
"Hey! I don't understand. Isn't the goal achieved now? Cyric's monster army was killed. The phantom believers successfully escaped. Red Knight, your wind magic arrow regiment was not lost. We agreed.
All the planned goals have been achieved!" Raven expressed that he did not understand the thoughts of these two queen-like goddesses.
"The basic goal has been achieved. But I haven't gotten my divinity back yet." Laila spoke first coldly.
"Originally, I should be satisfied. I should be happy that the grand strategic goal has been achieved. But when I saw Ben's minions so happy, I suddenly felt unhappy." The horse head incarnated by the red knight showed a rather anthropomorphic expression, and the horse's mouth
He curled his lips in a "huh" way.
"Mortal wisdom is limited." Raven shrugged.
"I'm not happy. I originally wanted to give you something nice, but I changed my mind." The red knight said.
"Agreed." Lady Misty agreed coldly.
"Okay, okay!" Raven suddenly smiled mysteriously: "Even Bane has appeared, and such a small canyon has gathered the forces of four gods. I guess you two don't mind more forces entering the scene, right?
"
The eyes of the two goddesses' incarnations lit up at the same time.
"Bane is already here, how can we be missing Thom and Tyr?" Raven smiled cheaply: "Actually, I asked Bai Mao to carry Salk's head to the Church of Loyalty and Courage. I don't know.
Whether Tom's people can catch up in time, but once they catch up, it will be a good show."
As if in response to Raven's words, Laila suddenly sensed the presence of a group of people.
"It's actually them?"
Raven didn't even ask who 'they' were, and opened the map directly: "Lead them from here to kill here."
Ms. Mist said nothing, nodded, and then disappeared.
A quarter of an hour later, the Duke's chaotic White Dragon Army, which was having a feast, was attacked. Under the cover of fog and phantoms, the attackers almost rushed within thirty meters before being detected by the White Dragon's senses.
"Thom's Paladins!?" The Duke was so surprised that he almost bit off his tongue.
Not only are there paladins, there are also a large number of Tomu priests in the team.
"Have a heart to save!"
"Our mission is to maintain fair laws and systems!"
"Justice will prevail!"
"The glory of our Lord drives away all evil!"
Chanting the unique slogans of the paladin, these messengers of justice on the continent of Ultron charged fearlessly at enemies who were countless times larger than themselves.
The more devout the paladin is, the more divine power he can carry. The hard armor with divine power can even resist the white dragon's violent claws. The two-handed sword full of divine power can also easily chop the white dragon's shining white scales.
Let the white dragons let out shrill screams.
The radiance of divine magic kept shining on Priest Tom, fighting against the various spells of Bane's evil wizards.
Under the instructions of the Red Knight, the Storm Demonic Arrow Group attacked again, with sharp arrows specifically targeting those flying dragons that attempted to take off into the air.
The Duke's heart was bleeding and he was sinking rapidly into the abyss.
White dragons are not cabbages. It takes a long time for any white dragon to grow from a dragon egg to adulthood. Even if Bane's magical power can recruit dragons as helpers, it will only happen if the dragons have extra combat power.
Here, almost five white dragons were instantly killed in the first encounter.
Thom spent a lot of money this time, and even frantically mobilized strong men from all surrounding areas. In the attacking team, the Duke saw the figures of three legendary paladins.
In the end, only 7 white dragons and several flying dragons successfully took off.
Fortunately, he also brought the captured Cyric priests with him, otherwise he would have to face Bane's wrath miserably when he returned.
Bane, the god of tyranny, is not just bragging about his name for tyranny!
The Duke's heart was twitching, and he no longer had any desire for revenge. Tom's people are coming. As Tom's boss, the people of Tyr, the God of Justice, are probably already on the way, and they won't be able to leave if they don't leave.
On the mountain, the two queens who saw all this, oh, no, it was the goddess who finally showed a satisfied smile.
Raven said: "Ms. Misty, I know Sainz is coming. Ask her and Randall to follow me."
"What?" the two goddesses asked at the same time.
Raven smiled brightly: "Let us celebrate the death of another Cyric priest."