From the initial shock, to the panic when the disaster approached, to the anger and cruelty after finally surviving by chance. Although the Pava Federal Cavalry suffered heavy casualties, it also aroused the ferocity of the living people. There is no going back.
He paid attention to the stumps and broken arms beside him, countless sharp swords were unsheathed, and countless pairs of cold eyes reflected the mixed-blood elves who were fighting and retreating.
Both are dark magicians, and both are peak powerhouses. The battle between Crossroad and Christine cannot be described as back-and-forth, just like themselves in the mirror. But perhaps the former intends to capture them alive, while the latter's life hangs in the balance.
On the front line, Christine seemed to have the upper hand just now, but only a little.
Hastur, who was still able to participate in the battle, never took action from the beginning to the end, just because he was dragging the sleeping Rikka with one hand, and the other hand was dragging Perseus with his arms broken. This made the
Hastur, who is known for his speed, seemed very helpless. Although he wanted to help his sister, protecting his companions and evacuating was the most important thing.
"Sir, what do you think we should do now? Send out all the additional cavalry, or start counting casualties and losses?" Wilson, the captain of the Vulture Castle guard and a senior soldier, asked in a low voice.
He was really frightened just now. What kind of magic could make the night sky crack? If he hadn't known in advance that the pursuit team had entered the city, he would have had to escape with his wife and children.
"That's what the pursuit team should do. They must trust Jackdaw City's judgment, and more importantly, Lord Crossroad's personal strength."
"If the opponent can escape from the hands of Lord Crossroad, then no matter how many more cavalry we send, it will not help. On the contrary, even if we watch indifferently, the victory that comes will definitely belong to the Pava Federation!"
"Send all the cavalry to quell the chaos, and the battle damage report will be sent to me in three hours. Try to meet the merchants' requirements, but be sure to restore order in Vulture Castle as soon as possible."
"Send someone to inform Eagle Claw Port of the situation here, and instruct the other party to distribute half of the supplies. As for those elves... let them go, I guess they have nothing to do with tonight's incident."
The Lord of Vulture Castle, the Knight of Glory, and the thick-haired knight Blair shook his head when he heard this, and then issued a series of orders with clear ideas.
Although he also wanted to kill those outsiders with his own hands, his first priority was to ensure the rapid restoration of order in the Vulture Castle. This was his most important responsibility as the castle owner.
Immediately, two worlds appeared in the Vulture Castle. One was filled with war smoke, magic collided and rippled, blood mixed with broken limbs, blocking the drainage channels. But the other seemed orderly, with the dead covered.
After getting on the straw mat, those who were still breathing were given magical potions, while those who planned to take advantage of the chaos to steal were naturally beaten to death.
The poor cried about their lost relatives, the merchants sighed and looked at the destroyed stores, and the nobles remained silent, no longer as arrogant and domineering as usual.
"It's better to stop. Even if you can escape from the Vulture Castle, what about tomorrow? What about the day after tomorrow?"
"Although you are very powerful, you can't defeat me with three burdens."
While Crossroads cast dark spells easily and comfortably, he spoke again to persuade him to surrender. This was a sense of sympathy for each other. One was a half-orc and the other was a mixed elf, so Crossroads never killed him.
, otherwise even if the other party is lucky enough to survive, her three companions will have no chance of escaping from the Vulture Castle.
"Then I'm really sorry. Although I am a mixed elf, I am recognized by the Whispering Forest and will not be abandoned like you."
"At this point, I don't think there is any chance of escaping by chance. Then... let the entire Vulture Castle come to bury me with me. It can also be regarded as a parting gift to the Pava Federation."
"The bulging blood veins of the body are looming, struggling, madness, the death knell is buzzing in the chest, the end of the nightmare maze, in my name, corpse explosion!"
Christine sighed after hearing this, and then signaled Hastur to stop, there is no need to work so hard. Then the dark magician's most terrifying spell was quickly cast, and at this moment, there were piles of corpses in the Vulture Castle.
It seems even more desperate.
The wand of annihilation erupted with unprecedented dazzling light, and as a dragon crystal shattered, the dead stood up staggeringly again.
It's just that Crossroad is also a great mage of the dark system, and it seems that he has already calculated that the other party will act like this. It is a giant magic barrier with a diameter of more than three hundred meters, and the bones of hundreds of beasts are turned into hundreds of pieces.
The stars actually blocked the spread of Christine's spell.
Good temper does not mean poor strength. Although Crossroad recognized the strength of the other party, he did not feel that he was any worse. In other words, if Christine is compared to a symbol of the destructive power of dark spells, then Crossroad
Lord has brought the weird characteristics of dark spells to the extreme.
"Hasta, it seems that the four of us have come to an end today. Do you regret it?" Without the assistance of the poison bead necklace, Christine naturally could not absorb magic power quickly. She slowly put down the wand of annihilation and planned to
Killing your companions with your own hands will save them from further cruel treatment.
"I have no regrets. If there is an afterlife, Hastur will still choose to be my sister's female contract beast, and will also choose to travel with my companions." Hastur attached one hand to Perseus' chest, and the other
But I dare not touch Rikka.
However, just when the thirty "Kite" members began to shrink the encirclement, there was a sudden soft sound in mid-air, and then the space was distorted again, like the God of Death having a gastrointestinal discomfort tonight and some constipation.
Because of the previous catharsis of Perseus' magic power, coupled with the continuous casting of high-level spells, these energies finally gathered together to piece together an invisible object.
No one would pay attention to this invisible mass. It should have slowly dissipated and disappeared. But this thing has become the only light in the darkness and a direction guide for those who are lost.
It has gray-white scales, its head is like a dragon lizard, its skin is moist or very greasy, its tail is like a small piece of broken animal skin, and its length is only about the size of a palm.
Everyone chose to stop because of the sudden appearance of this mysterious creature, just because this little guy who looked like a mini dragon was exuding a terrifying aura.
Beyond the peak powerhouse, but not like the ancient ferocious beast. Christine turned to look at Hastur, as if asking the other party whether this thing is also a relic. Hastur directly shook his head, denying Christine
Guess.
The space rift was torn open unintentionally, and the soul of the candle dragon arrived at the end of the journey, this strange world. Its body was once held by Regeni (pure-blooded orc, leader of the Hetura tribe, oracle, and ancestral skull)
(Chapter 974)), so the Zhulong body separated this small soul to look for this place.
But how can a journey in the void be so easy? The soul of the candle dragon has been shuttled between countless planes, but it has never been able to smell Regeni's soul.
However, what makes it different is that a more familiar smell is getting stronger and stronger, so it can quickly identify the direction and finally descend into this world.
"Can you communicate with it?" Christine could naturally sense the powerful aura of the Candle Dragon's split soul, so she asked Hastur to establish a relationship to see if the other party was willing to help.
"No, absolutely not! Although I have never seen it, its aura is somewhat similar to Master Rikka. It is unquestionably arrogant!" However, Hastur shook his head again when he heard this, and even subconsciously blocked it with his body.
He killed Christine to prevent her sister from being casually killed by the other party.