A beam of magical light penetrated the darkness and rose into the sky——
The light illuminates the vast land, and the edges of the light change above the ruins, outlining the remaining ruins of the south gate of Fir City.
The hard lines on the cold face of Fern, the grand leader of the Firelands Chapter, were constantly changing under the outline of this light. The tall man stood motionless with his hands interlaced on the hilt of a sword carved with a demon's head.
In the night, he looked straight ahead - the forest on the horizon seemed to form a looming ink line in the darkness, and the mist formed a thin layer of night mist, but from the other side of the darkness gradually came a row of rustling sounds.
The sound of footsteps rustled from far to near - like footsteps coming from hell.
But it was a huge army marching in unison.
The sexy and beautiful mercenary leader with hair as long as fire actually did not guess correctly. Fern had never become a knight of Eruin at that moment in the past. But there was a long scar on his neck, which was
It came from memories of the past - he was actually a retired cavalryman who had fought against Madara in Karasu. So when he closed his eyes, he could almost determine the source of that rustling sound from the depths of his soul.
.
Like the ocean of Madara, it was boundless and an endless army of skeletons. The footsteps of rows of skeletons fell on his heartstrings.
Dots of red fire appeared in the darkness, more and more, like will-o'-the-wisps floating behind the mist. The mercenaries picked up the weapons at hand and stood up from the ruins with solemn expressions. A temporary structure was built on the ruins.
Behind a fortification, there were more and more people, crowded, no one spoke, the sound seemed to be forced closer, and the pace of the drum was swallowed up, everyone held their breath and watched this scene:
The army of the undead emerged bit by bit from the darkness.
Someone came to Fern. They were members of the Firelands Chapter. They even included several wizards from the Firelands Chapter. In past battles, they had always acted as the brains of the mercenary group—
- But they have been hesitant about whether this battle is worth fighting. The key question is whether they are willing to offend the young viscount. But at this moment, when they saw the tide coming from the darkness,
The army of skeletons that spread across the earth all gasped in unison.
That is Madara, the bright roses and thorns in the darkness, representing an irresistible momentum, as if it is the breath of death that everyone will eventually face -
"Captain?" Under the hood, the wizard revealed half of his pale face and asked in a low voice.
Fern said nothing.
"Captain, there are thousands of them," he reminded in a low voice: "Including the others, we are only over two hundred. What's more, people outside the group can't be trusted at all. Do we really want to do it for a word?"
The promise is to fight to the death with these skeletons right here? Even if it means killing all the brothers?"
"Where can you escape?" The tall man turned back and glanced at him lightly: "I know their habits better than you. This city is now surrounded from all sides - I learned a lesson in Karasu.
That is, never try to guess how many undead there are, because there are always more than you think."
He raised his head and looked ahead: "However, although there are many in number, they are all low-level skeletons. They were just summoned from the cemetery not long ago. As long as they persist until daytime, they will naturally recede."
"Captain?"
Fern raised a hand to interrupt his subordinate wizard: "Our only hope now is that young adult. The two golden first-level existences can lead us to break out of the encirclement. Let's send a magic signal and tell that adult.
He, for two hours, the Firelands Chapter will not retreat—"
The tall man waved his hand: "Go and raise the flag of the war group. Even if I die, I will see it fluttering in the morning light——"
"Hmph! Since that young nobleman asked me to persist until dawn, then let me see how this first beam of light penetrates the darkness-" Fern replied, knowing Brando's plan in his heart
Du Ming: "If he can do it, it doesn't matter whether I am the leader or not."
The wizards were startled and came down to look at each other.
Two hours later.
It's dawn——
…
"Ancestors?"
Medissa paused and frowned. The girl turned the horse's head with a spear in hand, tensed every nerve in her body and watched vigilantly at this figure standing in front of the defense line built by the undead, wearing a black cloak, and the cloak was painted with
Silver Scales, an undead general who exuded an icy aura. She didn’t know why the other party suddenly said such words. But before the age of sages co-ruling, there was indeed such a legend circulating in ancient myths - in the darkness
In the turbulent era, the Azure Knights led the first batch of ancestors to walk out of the shelter and defeated the Twilight Dragon, known as the "Final Disaster", and then began the Year of Chaos——
But how could the lord be an ancestor?
Except for the Dragon Clan, the people of the Golden Generation have long lost their bloodline on the earth and have even become legends. Even the Silver Descendants were already known as proud existences before this era. After the era when the Dark Dragon was raging, the bloodline was scattered.
On the earth, even the existence of the Baiyin clan has become erratic. How is it possible that there are still ancestors walking on the earth?
Unless Brando is a dragon.
But the elf girl immediately shook her head to deny the suspicion. Even the newly born larvae among the dragons would not be as weak as the lord. Although thinking so, the girl suddenly felt a little sorry for Brando, and she blushed.
She quickly apologized in her heart. But she turned her head back and asked coldly: "What do you mean by talking nonsense?"
Bai raised his head, half crying and half smiling on the cold metal mask, but the pair of golden flame eyes under the mask made Medisa vaguely feel something strange - the undead was motionless with the scythe - but the silver elf girl hurriedly blinked.
He rolled his eyes, fearing that he would be seduced by the other person. The masked man, one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, smiled angrily:
"Just like what I said, the superficial meaning is as you understand." The Black Knight's voice was filled with a metallic echo.
"Nonsense!" Medisa looked around. The undead general in front of her was far more powerful than she imagined. But when she stopped, the mercenaries' offensive also stalled. The elf girl couldn't make up her mind for a moment.
Asking the lord for support, a thick layer of smoke and dust formed on the street because of the battle between Brando and Kabasi. She didn't know what was happening behind her, but she was worried that Brando would be distracted by herself.
But under the stalemate, the private soldiers of the nobles were not allowed to enter the inner city. In this case, it was better to delay the time. She bit her pale silver lower lip: "The blood of gold has been lost long ago, and there are still ancestors walking on the earth.
.”
Bai smiled slightly and replied quietly: "It is true that the ancestors are all golden people, but Miss Elf, you have forgotten - there is also the existence of the 'Fool'."
The Silver Elf Princess couldn't help but smile: "Dragon of Darkness? How funny. Do you think the Lord is the Dragon of Darkness? Does such a lie make sense? No one will believe it——"
"It makes no sense," Bai shook his head: "But in Madala, there is a legend circulating, 'The Lord of Darkness will surely return, it can see into people's hearts and understand everything -'. I think you should have heard of this ancient legend.
The legend is that it comes from the Black Prophecy of the Miner people. They are your mortal enemies, right?"
"so what?"
"Nothing, I just met a witch named Babasha in Lidenburg," Bai replied nonchalantly: "You know, witches are always more sensitive to the power of darkness than ordinary people."
The silver elf girl shook her head: "But you may have forgotten that the Dragon of Darkness was once the biggest enemy of our clan. Compared to the witches, I am more familiar with their aura. What's more, there is such a passage in the Black Prophecy, 'Darkness
Must be born from the non-human, and the honorable peoples will disappear from the flames'. The lord is a human being, a descendant of Gilt, the King of Fire, and the queen of the honorable peoples - you can't deny this, right?
?”
"That's true." Bai picked up the sickle, put it on his shoulder and nodded to himself.
"Stop sowing discord. Who are you?" The other party didn't seem to care about her delaying time. Medissa subconsciously felt restless. She had decided to attack again. If she was still unable to do anything, she could only ask the lord.
Supported.
A chuckle came from under the metal mask: "I remember I said, my name is Bai. Bai. Tiamas. Qiu Yue is my name, I am the scale of war, the just judge of people's hearts——"
The undead general put a hand on his chest and bowed slightly.
"It's the instigator and instigator, right?" Medisa said coldly. She raised her spear - but she didn't expect the other party to move faster than her. She was just about to take action, but Bai, who lowered his head, seemed to see it with his own eyes.
He saw the same thing. He held the scythe behind his back and swung forward, and a black light swept towards Medisa. The elf princess was startled and gritted her teeth and retreated, but she was still hit by a blow from the end. The black light and the light around her body
When the ectoplasmic shields collided, a dazzling light erupted, and the air flow swept around. The mercenaries nearby retreated one after another. The girl groaned and was seriously injured.
"Strong soul power, worthy of being the ghost of the Silver Elf——"
Bai looked at the soul fire shining around Medisa's body and replied. At the same time, he raised his hand back.
The 'Bone Thorn' column immediately moved forward after receiving the order. They took off the bone spears from behind and entered the attack posture. At the same time, the mercenaries were still being staggered by the previous attack and had no time to care. They held back their injuries.
Medissa raised her head and saw this scene, a trace of panic flashed in her pale silver eyes, she gritted her teeth and shouted: "No -"
But the undead general had coldly lowered his hand.
There was a soft whistle, and the sound of air vibration echoed in my ears for a long time.
A row of bone spears flew up out of thin air——
The panic in the eyes of the silver elf girl turned into determination in an instant. The little princess pressed her hand on her chest and shouted: "ptyoona——!" (ancient elven language: Spirit Wings——!)
Her voice was like a string of pleasant wind chimes that penetrated the entire battlefield in an instant, and at the same time, everyone saw the soul fire surrounding the young knight erupting in an instant - it was like
It is a pair of huge wings spread out. Once the power of the soul is spread out, it will linger and blend into the night, forming a layer of shining hexagonal transparent network against the dark background - in an instant, the entire street is included in the elf girl.
Under the protection of his own wings, the bone spears falling from the sky landed on these transparent crystal nets, and dazzling light spots erupted with each impact, but almost every bone spear was blocked and turned into flying ash in an instant.
The mercenaries raised their heads, and the flashing light illuminated their faces, but no matter what, they understood that they were saved.
Bai watched the scene quietly, his golden eyes flickering: "Silver Elf's ancient combat skills——"
He smiled and flattened the sickle in his hand.
After the soul fire opened, there was no longer any protection around Medisa——