A cold voice came from the demon army: "Stop chasing and kill this kid on the ground. I didn't expect that the orcs would actually join forces with humans."
A not burly figure walked out surrounded by a large number of guards. He was wearing a python robe, his face was a little blue, he looked to be in his fifties, and he looked at me hatefully.
The four legions under me have already rushed out of the demon camp, gathering their forces not far away and organizing their formations, obviously intending to rush back to rescue me.
The four fallen angels surrounding me were all filled with dark magic power and could deliver a fatal blow to me at any time. I said proudly to the middle-aged man in the python robe: "Are you the commander in chief here?"
"Yes, I am Prince Sucha of the Demon Clan. You are so brave. You actually dare to unite with the orcs and come to our demon tribe's territory to run wild. It seems that you are the guy commanding behind the orcs. Kill me.
He, without him, I wonder if the orcs can still make trouble." It turned out that he was the mastermind behind the attack on Gu Feng and Gu Yun brothers.
The other party no longer allowed me to think too much. After receiving his order, the four fallen angels in the sky turned into four black smoke and rushed toward me like lightning.
At this time, even if I wanted to use the fallen angel to transform, it was already too late. I thought to myself: "I want to return to my position, but I didn't expect that I would end up like this due to my carelessness."
I sighed secretly and concentrated all the mad god fighting energy and dark magic power. Even if I died, I would fight with all my strength.
Just when the four people on the other side were less than five meters away from me, a huge, irresistible energy came from behind me. I just felt a flash of white light all over my body, and my body was thrown backwards. Due to the protection of the white light,
, allowing me to successfully escape the opponent's locked energy. My father's rich voice sounded: "Who said he is a human being? He is my son." A white meteor rushed from behind me while I was stunned.
Go out and directly attack the opponent's four fallen angels.
"Boom." The black and white energy collided in the air, and the four fallen angels were scattered like scattered flowers. The father stood majestically fifty meters in front of the opponent's commander.
I waved Mo Ming and floated to my father's side, and asked in a low voice: "Father, why are you here?"
My father glanced at me and said, "If I don't come, can you still go back?"
Sucha looked at the four fallen angels who were spitting out blood, and his face turned pale: "Old Beamon, you orcs actually betrayed your trust and attacked our Dunde Province. What explanation do you have."
Anyone can tell that Sucha is already a little scared. After all, four of the fallen angels he relies on for support were severely injured by his father just by looking at him. Naturally, he will feel nervous.
This time Sucha led his troops to attack, bringing a total of eight fallen angels, all of whom were his cronies. His father snorted coldly: "There is nothing to explain. What the hell is treachery? If they are not from your demon clan,
Oppression, will we resist? How many people did we die in the battle with the Dragon God, and how many people did you die, and yet you still want compensation from us. I'm too lazy to tell you more, I'm here today, can you get it back?
Dunde, it depends on your ability. Son, let's go."
I rarely hear my father call me son directly. I actually feel a warmth in my heart. My father can bring me this feeling. This is something I never dared to imagine.
I followed my father closely and walked out. No one in the huge demon camp dared to intercept us. They consciously stepped out of the way and let us leave. They were all obviously frightened by the peerless blow my father had just made.
After leaving the enemy camp, we joined our four legions and quickly retreated to Stanla City. On the way back, my father didn't say a word to me.
As soon as I entered the city gate, my father suddenly made a loud noise, spurted out a large mouthful of blood, and his body shook. I was startled, and quickly supported him, asking urgently: "Father, what's wrong with you?" My father glanced at me.
: "Help me back to the room. I want to heal my wounds immediately."
I immediately understood that my father had been suppressing his injuries in front of the other party.
I sat opposite my father and slowly finished my work. The energy consumed in the previous battle had been restored.
My father's face was still a little pale, and white mist continued to emit from the door above his head. Since I was a child, this was the first time I saw my father injured, and it was to save me.
After a long time, my father took a deep breath and finished his work. He opened his eyes, but his face was still gray: "I'm old, I'm really old. A few little bastards almost made it impossible for me to come back."
"Father, how are you?"
The father shook his head and said: "I'm not dead yet. However, I'm afraid I can't fight with people for the time being. You go ahead. You still need to command the city defense. Your two brothers are fine, they are just a little tired. I have to stay in seclusion for a few days, right?
The city has been captured, so don't bother me. I'm afraid those four fallen angels will have their skills greatly reduced even if they are immortal. With the few of you and the troops in the city, we can defend against the opponent's attack."
I understood that my father's injury was very serious, otherwise he would not need to retreat. Without saying anything, I backed out of the room.
I felt very conflicted in my heart. For a moment, I could no longer feel the strong hatred towards my father that I had before. Father, what kind of person are you?
Three days later, the demon troops reorganized their camp. Although their dark magicians suffered heavy losses, they still allowed the remaining dark magician legions to set up several layers of barriers in front of the camp.
Perhaps due to lack of manpower or fear of another surprise attack like that day, the demons did not surround Stanla City, but completely concentrated their troops on the front and built a large number of defensive offensives.
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