In the Riva Empire, in a valley more than 400 miles away from the border, the rebels and the team guarding the little princess of Riva began their final battle.
The rebel pursuers wearing the standard military uniforms of the Liva Empire were like yellow dust in a sandstorm, covering the entire valley in a very short time. Not long ago, they swore lifelong loyalty to the Liva royal family.
Loyal soldiers of the empire, but at this moment, the object of allegiance in their hearts has shifted. The weapons they hold tightly in their hands, which should be aimed at foreign enemies, are pointed resolutely at the noble little princess.
The facts in front of you can make people grow the most, not to mention the facts that are as sharp and cold as metal. The two warriors looking at each other coldly must have many people sighing: In the face of power and money, what kind of flesh and blood love is there?
, all justice and dignity must be put aside to make way for the simple but heavy excuse of "survive". What about Her Royal Highness the Princess? What about ordinary soldiers? Everyone is a murderer who harms others, and he is also harmed by others.
victim……
Although less than a hundred people were surrounded, in this valley, majestic orders were still being issued. The sound of armors clashing with each other gradually began to sound, and they were forced to move towards the top of the mountain. Thousands of people were holding their heavy shields high, and their sharp swords were unsheathed.
The large-scale encirclement formation showed a ferocious momentum.
Two hundred steps, one hundred steps, ninety steps, eighty steps, I saw the opponent's body wrapped in numerous bandages, and I also saw the elegant grace of the little princess of the empire like a holy flower.
"Drop your weapons - spare your life!" When they approached fifty steps, the attacker's shield wall tightened and stopped. A rebel officer behind them shouted loudly, "You have already committed a heinous crime by kidnapping Her Royal Highness.
, but Her Royal Highness the Eldest Princess is kind and generous, and has specially ordered that the net be widened. As long as you hand over Her Royal Highness the Little Princess now, I can spare you and let you escape!"
"Her Royal Highness, Little Princess Riva, was invited by Emperor Sibia to be a guest in Sibia. Anyone who dares to stop her is an enemy of the Sibia Empire! If you know the truth, please retreat quickly, lest your body be dismembered!"
In the crowd, a soldier who looked like an officer stepped forward and responded loudly: "We and other dignified Sibia soldiers have always only died in battle, and there is no possibility of surrender!"
No matter which side it is, no one will take the other side's words seriously. The attacker is just trying to let the soldiers who are climbing the mountain take a breather. The defender is trying to intimidate the other side's soldiers, even if it is slightly effective.
If it is reflected in the battle, your side may be able to kill one more enemy and hold on for one more breath. There is a proverb among the Sibia army: Falling down is not a big deal, the key lies in how many enemies fall because of you.
Down.
Glory and shame all lie in this!
"Of course the Sibia army is strong, but the Liva soldiers may not be inferior! Not to mention you, you are just a few Sibia lambs waiting to be slaughtered. Although you are wearing the Sibia brand, you are still
Lamb!" the rebel leader shouted, "Listen up, brothers - pick up your shields and raise your guns!"
"This is your order!" Hundreds of long spears stretched out from behind the shield wall in unison, with their gleaming white spear heads pointed at the top of the mountain. It could be seen that these gunmen were all experienced veterans of the battlefield.
The angle of exposure was uniform, and the heavy spearhead exuding chill remained motionless in the biting mountain wind, with only the half-foot-long red tassel underneath drifting in the wind, as if waiting for the opportunity to taste blood.
"Listen up, all troops. If you kill one enemy, you will get three bounty coins!" shouted one of the rebels, "Get the little princess back for me!"
"Come and grab it!" At the same time, the defending officer shouted, "The whole army attacks!"
"Get the order!" Soldiers from both armies shouted this at the same time. The attackers screamed at the top of their lungs, and the defenders made all-out efforts. This mixed sound of determination and madness connected the two areas on the mountain and down the mountain, and it sounded like spring thunder in everyone's ears.
While rolling, it shocked people's hearts - the soldiers of Riva who were eager to perform meritorious service shouted and raised their feet, and the soldiers of Sbia who were protecting the little princess used their killing moves!
Because the little princess is a trump card that must be obtained, the rebel army chasing them are the most capable elite divisions in the hands of the other two princesses. But the Sibia soldiers who protect the little princess are
It is a special force directly under the Liaison Office of the Military Department of the Sibia Empire. It is quite different from ordinary elite divisions.
In the past, they did not engage in fighting because they wanted to protect the little princess from escaping, so they fought and retreated. However, in the current situation, there was no way to escape and they could only kill the enemy desperately. Although there was a huge disparity in numbers with the enemy, they could not escape.
On this hilltop that was easy to defend and difficult to attack, the lethality they unleashed was beyond what ordinary teams could withstand.
More than 50 Sibia soldiers jumped out suddenly, and each of them threw out his hands hidden in his cloak, revealing the repeating hand crossbow that had already been strung.
The scream flew out and hit the calves of the rebel shield wall soldiers. At only fifty steps away, the crossbow arrows arrived in an instant - on the spot, seventy or eighty Liva soldiers had their calves pierced by the crossbow arrows and fell down!
The screams of the rebel soldiers who were hit by arrows were still in their mouths. The crossbow-wielding Sibian soldiers straightened up again, flipped their hands fiercely, and dragged the crossbows with their arms to draw a full circle on their sides.
When the crossbow in hand reached the firing position, the ingenious design allowed the crossbow to be fully tensioned again. After a "snap" sound, the crossbow arrows fired again!
Hearing the shrill screams of his soldiers and seeing the shield wall in front of him shaking a little, the rebel officer leading the attack shouted: "Stabilize the shield wall! What's so great about the crossbow? If it penetrates, it will only make a hole as big as the tail finger!"
Come on! Those who retreat will die! Those who hesitate will die!"
Before he finished speaking, a crossbow arrow flew in from the gap in the shield wall and stuck straight into the boots of the leading officer as if it had eyes. In just a moment, a burst of unbearable physical pain erupted from the soldier's boots.
The soles of the officer's feet spread upward, as if the whole leg was engulfed in flames, and the lower body was instantly paralyzed...Then the officer's body was hung up by the soldier next to him, and he let out an unwilling wailing from his mouth, and fell backwards with unusual ease.
, his head and face were stepped on by countless feet.
When the shield wall advanced to twenty steps in front of the Sibia soldiers, it was so sparse that it could no longer be called a shield wall. The Sibia soldiers holding crossbows squatted down, dropped their crossbows one by one, and drew out their sabers to prepare.
At this most appropriate time, the dozen or so magicians behind them also unleashed the magic they had been preparing for a long time.
The dazzling silver lightning entered from the breach in the shield wall and struck directly on the unprotected Riva spearman. The lightning twisted and moved laterally, connecting with the lightning that struck from the left and right at the same time, forming a terrifying chain.
As for the huge death electric ring, the hundreds of spearmen inside it turned into black ash flying all over the sky before they even had time to scream!
As soon as the electric light weakened slightly, the infantrymen behind were driven forward by the officers, but the magician on the hilltop added magic at this time, and the electric ring surrounding the hilltop became bright again, and there were countless branches thicker than arms.
The chaotic lightning flashed and twisted on the surrounding slopes, just like the angry electric whip in the hands of the gods. Every sweep was accompanied by ear-piercing screams of terror and flying fishy wandering spirits.
"There are magicians accompanying the army, but I underestimated them." The rebel general at the foot of the mountain clamped his legs, took a few steps forward on his horse, and loudly ordered, "The magicians will add defensive magic to the attacking troops, and the attack will never stop.
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"The attack will never stop!" The order was immediately passed across the mountainside to the front line, "There are only a few people on the other side, drag them to death!" But near the top of the mountain, things became not so simple, because there were more than fifty people.
The Sibia soldiers had taken advantage of the chaos and charged into the rebel formation brandishing their sabers.
These soldiers who roamed in the rain of blood were clearly variants of the poisonous scorpion warriors of the Demon Alliance. They were not something that the chaotic formation of the rebel soldiers could resist. Wherever the sword touched, there was no place where the rebels were not on their backs. In the blink of an eye,
, the rebel attack formation was abruptly interrupted, leaving only corpses on the ground on the hilltop accompanied by broken guns and flags.
Seeing nearly forty Sibia soldiers retreating to the top of the mountain under the cover of the magician, the rebel general at the foot of the mountain did not panic. He first called for people to come forward and kill the leading officer who was not supervising the formation well, and then sent another officer.
Reorganize your formation to attack.
Relying on the large number of people, the rebels launched another offensive. A quarter of an hour later, the Sibian soldiers on the hilltop were no longer able to provide external resistance. They set fire to the fire that had been buried underground because the fire came suddenly.
Coupled with the fierce mountain wind, it spread to the mountainside in an instant. Under the power of the thick black smoke and scorching flames, the leading general Riva had to suspend the attack, and the soldiers who had just rushed up retreated in disgrace.
Looking at the mountaintops blocked by smoke, one of the leading generals waved his riding whip in boredom and said with a sneer: "If you leave early, you will die, so why do you do this?"
"Her Royal Highness the little princess is a delicate member of the royal family. Of course, she should be given time to pray for the last time!" Seeing that the prey was about to be captured, the other general who led the team naturally felt in a good mood, so he replied with a faint smile: "Besides, they
We’ve been on the run together for a few days, so it’s inevitable that I have something I want to say.”
"Maybe there are some things that I want to do? But looking at the intensity of the fire, I'm afraid it's too late to do it... But thinking back, it seems that the little princess hasn't enjoyed life yet? Anyway, her noble body is destined to be touched by others.
"Peng, rather than the Sibian people collecting the corpses for free, it's better for us to enjoy it first. What do you mean?"
"Actually, I've already asked people to set up the tent, and I've even prepared the entertainment items, and there are two copies..."
Amidst the foul words of the two generals, the fire on the mountain gradually became smaller, but the smoke coming out of the turf became more intense, and finally almost covered the entire mountain and the sky... Although the magician kept using
The magic locked on Her Royal Highness the little princess from a distance, making sure that she was on the top of the mountain. The general leading the team was still impatient to wait, and commanded the troops to go up despite the smoke.
"Brothers, the errand has been completed soon, and only a few people of the other side are left lingering on the mountain. The general has an order, and everyone will be rewarded when the task is completed. Whoever catches the princess will be rewarded with an extra three hundred gold coins!
"Come on!" Under the strong financial stimulation, the rebel soldiers even stopped forming and rushed forward.
Several magicians, under the command of the officer, worked together to cast a high-level wind magic. Immediately, the summoned strong wind blew obliquely upward, pushing the thick smoke up to serve as a pioneer. When approaching the top of the mountain, the wind speed accelerated, wrapping
The smoke rolled all the way up - the large number of soldiers following behind had vaguely seen the enemies struggling to stand up behind the smoke, and they all cheered loudly and rushed forward. You must know that for every additional person killed, there will be an additional reward!
"It's done." At the bottom of the mountain, one of the leading generals had seen his men thrust their spears into the body of a disabled Sibian soldier, and a heartfelt smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth.
On the top of the hill where the soldiers were fighting hand to hand, the rebels who were rushing up madly had already pressed their targets on a flat field with a radius of fifty arms. The previous rushes had no effect. Then, under the command of the officers, each team took turns attacking from the front, rear, left and right.
, but often before the person who rushes forward has taken a few steps, he will be bumped into the killing storm created by the Sbia warriors with his last strength, or he will fall down with a groan, or his body will be cut into several pieces, leaving only a piece of flesh.
Dirty blood danced in the air.
The remaining thirty or so Sibia warriors are still fighting fiercely in the field. From any angle, the diffuse blood mist has completely obscured their figures. In the thick blood light package, even the bright sword light of the past is not visible.
It can't be transmitted through! No one knows what they rely on to fight, and no one knows how they distinguish between ourselves and the enemy.
A dozen magicians who could also cast magic formed a small circle to protect the princess and the wounded. They could not see the situation on the scene and could only use the soul-sharing magic light they held in their left hands as a guide. They could not stop talking.
Reciting the incantation, he put each buff magic on the warriors fighting a few steps ahead. Whenever the orange-red light in his left hand disappeared, it meant that another warrior had died in the line of duty.
Behind the magician, Princess Berni Ebbinghaus stood quietly. Every time she took a gentle breath, there were lives dissipating within less than ten steps in front of her because of her. But she knew her mission well.
There was no panic on his face, let alone melancholy or sadness. There was only a faint hint of strength in his peaceful expression.
A soldier whose left arm was missing escaped from the fierce battle, and his body kept swaying as he walked back. The magician recognized him as the leading officer and released three healing spells for him in succession, and he managed to walk back. Enter
The magicians formed a circle and wanted to kneel on one knee to salute, but their weak body fell to the left. The female general holding the sword in her hand quickly grabbed him and straightened him up.
"...Your Highness the Princess..." the officer said with a dull expression: "This subordinate is incompetent and cannot complete his mission..."
"Why do you speak like this?" Princess Berni smiled slightly and answered him: "Everyone has their own mission. After doing their best, no matter what the result is, they can be worthy of themselves. As for what others think, why should you care so much?"
"This is the first time I have messed up something. I'm very ashamed..." The officer's chapped lips opened several times, and finally he said what he wanted to say, "Time is running out, please, Princess... do what you want...
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"I will arrange my own affairs properly." Princess Berni picked up the handkerchief with her left hand and wiped the blood on the officer's face, "I am sure that your commander will not blame you... you are..."
Half of the face with the blood stains wiped off was delicate and fair, which made Princess Berni look familiar. When she thought about it again, she already remembered who this person was - this was the Sbia officer who pretended to be a guard guarding the back garden of the Prince's Palace in Kinshasa.
Becoming his friend, then taking him to the flower market, letting himself be kidnapped to Sbia, and finally meeting his other half... I have been so confused these days that I didn't even recognize that the person who was protecting me was an old friend.
"It turns out it's you! How rude, I never recognized you." Princess Berni kept smiling, "I lost my dagger, can I borrow yours?"
The officer nodded, gathered up the last bit of strength, and slowly handed over the dagger with his hand. The moment Princess Berni took the dagger, the officer's body could no longer bear the weight. The sound of fighting was getting closer and closer.
In the middle, he slipped softly and fell down.
"Winterhal, it's almost time! Are you ready?" Princess Berni closed the officer's eyes, stood up and said softly to the female general beside her: "I am honored to have you accompany me on this journey.
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"I feel extremely honored to be able to accompany Your Highness." The female general lifted her cloak and shielded Her Royal Highness from the spray of blood mist, "Princess, we don't have much time!"
"I once promised Cohen that I would never commit suicide." Princess Berni said, "I order you to help me."
The female general was stunned for a moment, then pulled out the sword that had penetrated the body of an enemy soldier who had rushed in front of her, wiped the blood on her cloak, and with a "command", stabbed Her Royal Highness in the chest. Already.
The Riva soldiers who came to the magician's side screamed crazily, and stabbed the female general's head and back with three spears - the life and death of the little princess was related to different amounts of bounty!
Pain and shock came from her back, neck, and top of her head almost at the same time. However, the female general was surprised to find that her sword did not penetrate the little princess's chest! She wanted to use force again, but her arms were so weak that she couldn't even find a trace of strength.
There was no use for it. She knelt down unwillingly, and the female general cried out with regret, "Your Highness... we have been hit by paralysis magic..."
How could Princess Berni, who was standing there dumbly, not be shocked? Falling into the enemy's hands alive would definitely be tens of thousands of times worse than committing suicide.
In fact, the moment she discovered that the female general's sword had not penetrated her body, she wanted to do it herself, but her whole body suddenly felt numb, and she could not even hold the sharp blade hidden in her sleeve!
"Well done!" In the distance, the rebel officer who rushed up the hill saw everything and shouted, "Well done!"
Princess Berni lamented in her heart, looked at the Riva soldiers surrounding her, and finally shed a tear from the corner of her eyes.
The rebel generals at the bottom of the mountain were also shouting, "Get her down! Hurry up and get her down!" The rebel soldiers who had just rushed to the top of the hill cheered and threw down their weapons, and rushed towards the little princess, flooding the hilltop with water.
But after waiting for a moment, the tearful Princess Berni found that none of the incoming Riva soldiers rushed to her side. They all stood twenty steps away from her, and their stagnant bodies were constantly knocked down by the bodies behind them.
And the body of those who have recently rushed in will become stagnant again!
A slight breeze blew by her face. The coolness with a faint fragrance first surrounded her lightly, and then turned into an increasingly rapid airflow. At this time, a strange sound came from above her head. Princess Berni looked up.
, an unfamiliar shadow occupied the field of vision - the smoke that filled the top of the mountain changed inexplicably, as if it was pressed by a giant's palm, and then the ground felt a slight tremor.
Under the gaze of the people at the foot of the mountain, some black spots on the top of the mountain were shaken into the air and then dropped down. After that, a muffled "pop" sound was heard in the distance.
"What's going on?" The two rebel generals looked at each other, feeling extremely sorry and regretful. "Isn't this way of committing suicide too much?"
"She probably committed suicide with magic. Look at the two red dots in the middle. They should be the flames that have not been extinguished. It's such a pity... But why are the red dots getting clearer and clearer? Are they still moving? That doesn't look like that.
What is the residual power of magic? What do you think it is?"
Everyone in the valley was still suspicious, but a majestic cry full of anger came from the top of the mountain, shaking the mountains in the valley slightly, making the continuous trees tremble, and making wild beasts everywhere run away in mourning!
Thousands of Liwa soldiers who were full of joy just a moment ago stared at the mountain top in stunned silence. In the black mist, a pair of extremely huge fiery red flesh wings slowly stretched out and spread out until they swung violently - a huge and majestic sight among the flying sand and rocks.
The head of the giant red dragon has clearly appeared on the top of the mountain!
Looking at the huge size of this dragon, you can tell how old it is, let alone how powerful it is.
"It's a dragon!" Suddenly, a giant dragon that would never be seen appeared on the battlefield, and it was also hostile to him. The rebel soldiers on the mountainside screamed in horror. They had only heard of this kind of dragon in stories.
The terrifying creature knew that it was a powerful existence that even legendary heroes might not be able to defeat. You can imagine the panic in his heart, so he forgot that he was holding a weapon that could kill the enemy and scrambled back down the mountain. (Unfinished)