A shrill magic alarm swept through the entire camp in an instant, like a landslide and tsunami. The black-armored knight, fully armed with jingling accessories, rushed out of the rest area and ran straight to his mount.
A flying dragon is spreading its wings.
Viscount Kuztar Poleman put down his monocular. The sky in the south was filled with darkness, and countless birds of prey were flying between thunder and lightning. It was like an apocalyptic scene.
"It's a druid."
"The Yankees are at the end of their rope."
He remained silent, climbed onto the saddle, held the nearly five-meter-long dragon spear in one hand, and then raised his left hand high. A sound like a roaring mountain and a tsunami seemed to erupt from the camp in an instant:
"Black Blade Legion, First Dragoon Brigade——"
"Set off!"
"Set off--!"
One giant beast after another soared into the sky, its spread wings covering the sky and the sun. The logistics troops on the ground watched their knights take off, as if a huge attack formation spread out in the sky in the blink of an eye.
"Dalit, don't let your guard down again at this critical moment!" the ground crew shouted to the sky.
"Fuck you!" the knight in the sky laughed and cursed. The young man raised his head. In front of him, under the rain clouds, thunder and lightning rolled in a golden red, and tens of thousands of raptors rushed toward him.
"It's the Arrowhawk!"
"—Watch them speeding up!"
shouted a voice from above.
"Everyone, join the battle formation!" A serious voice came from the magic crystal.
"Received, returned to the team."
"The first attack cluster is expected to arrive in thirty seconds."
"Twenty seconds."
Dalit raised his head, his eyes full of warlike enthusiasm; the Black Blade Legion had been waiting here for a long time, and at this moment, everyone felt that the blood in their bodies was boiling.
Viscount Kuztar Poleman held the dragon spear in his hand and his heart was as strong as iron, silently estimating the time to come.
"Ten seconds."
"Eight seconds."
"Two seconds."
"Fight--"
"For Eruin!" The sky in Ampelser seemed to be ignited by the huge sound of fighting at that moment, boiling.
Huge black flying dragons and countless raptors passed by each other. In an instant, there was a bloody storm. The spread wings cut into the storm of wings like blades, and the bodies of the birds fell like raindrops.
But the flying dragon knight was also trapped under the huge resistance, and the first attack formation disappeared in an instant. There were warning roars, fighting, and screams from all directions - the knight in front was under the huge impact.
Being torn off the saddle alive, the flying dragon was overwhelmed, wailing and tumbling down.
Like black meteors——
The fire of war spreads and burns.
…
The buzzing discussion in the hall seemed to have gone silent for an instant. There was only dead silence under the Ruyuan vault of the solemn Lokesh Palace, and time froze at this moment.
"Char, is that you?"
Burned Norbert, the leader of the Highland Knights, stood tall and tall; his face was confident and his voice was not high, but it echoed repeatedly in the hall.
There was an uproar.
Everyone looked at each other.
"Commander Bunid, what name did you say?" an envoy asked in disbelief. The man stood up from Golan Elson's seat.
"Captain Bunid, did you read that correctly?" Another council member also joined in loudly. This person is a close confidant of Archduke Viero, and Brando had a chance encounter with him in the game in the past.
Others also talked about it, and most people's eyes were focused on Charles for a moment. "Ah!" The countess suddenly let out a scream. She looked at the young mage as if she had seen a ghost: "Ah, why didn't I notice it?
…It really seems like it!”
"What's it like? What's wrong?" Brando was confused. He was a little funny at first. What was funny was that Viscount Bergning, who was performing on the sidelines just now, now became a clown.
But the current situation was a bit beyond his expectation.
He couldn't help but turn around and his eyes fell on his mage attendant, as if to get to know him again: "Char, it seems that you are quite famous. Can you explain it to me?"
"Ha," Charles smiled dryly: "Lord, I think this is just a misunderstanding."
"I don't see it."
"real."
"Then you'd better explain it to them." Brando was suddenly startled. He heard the sound of fighting outside the hall. He immediately stopped and the other party blinked, meaning, 'I'll talk about it later.'
War has begun.
Charles immediately understood what his lord meant, and immediately turned back to the leader of the Highland Knights and replied: "Master, I think you may have recognized the wrong person?"
There was silence in the hall again.
From the sudden noise to the sudden silence, the transition is very natural——
"You admitted your mistake, right?" Knight Bunid smiled nonchalantly and raised his eyebrows.
He wanted to say something else, but before he finished speaking, the whole hall suddenly shook violently.
Bunid paused and raised his head in confusion.
Everyone raised their heads subconsciously. The voice was obviously coming from above - what happened? In almost a moment, the second huge earthquake came as expected, but this time it was more severe, and most of the people were caught off guard.
They all fell to the ground.
"What's wrong?"
"What happened?"
"Is there an earthquake?"
There was chaos in the hall, there was a loud "crash", and suddenly a big hole opened in the crystal dome of Lokshi Palace. Crystal fragments fell one after another, cold wind poured in, and then a huge thing fell straight down and landed with a crash.
"ah!"
"Help……"
For a moment, the wind and rain poured down outside, but the hall was filled with smoke and dust. The nobles were almost petrified, and screams immediately broke out.
Only Brando could see the thing clearly - the body of a flying dragon lay in the center of the hall, with its neck broken - it was the flying dragon knight of the Black Blade Legion.
Almost at the same time, Grand Duke Anlek's steady and powerful voice came to his ears:
"Kill out!"
Everyone was stunned for a moment, but they immediately reacted.
Brando also reacted immediately. He immediately protected Delphiri with one hand and ordered loudly: "Char, go to the princess!"
The hall immediately became chaotic.
…
Dalit's face was covered in blood.
He looked out through the half-broken mask, and the sky and the earth were almost blood-red. Countless birds of prey were flying around, and the battlefield above looked like a desert——
And in the center, the great druid wearing a tree cloak is like a god. Every time a spell is generated from his hand, forming a wooden spear or a rock thorn, a large number of dragon knights fall in mid-air.
Archdruid, golden level.
Dalit felt a chill in his heart. If it weren't for the sound coming from the magic crystal, he would almost tremble. The cold fighting was quickly devouring everyone's will to fight.
"The third and fourth teams form an assault formation!"
"It's Viscount Poleman, Lord Viscount, he went in!"
"Guards, cover the assault!"
There was a roar in the magic crystal, and the dragon knights were reorganizing their formation in mid-air. They were making a last stand. Flying dragons were not suitable for fighting in mid-air for a long time, especially when they were carrying a heavy load together with the knights.
"Damn Southerners!" Dalit gritted his teeth.
But this was the last blow. In front, the flying dragon of Viscount Kuztar Poleman moved forward in an unstoppable manner. The strength of the golden center was fully revealed, like a comet in the sky. In the eyes of the flying dragon knight, there was only fanaticism.
Following behind——
The attack has been made, and the encirclement is imminent. Although the dragon knights have suffered heavy losses, the enemy is also at the end of its rope.
The balance of victory has tilted.
"look down!"
"Reinforcements, reinforcements are coming——!" Another exciting voice came from the magic crystal.
Dalit turned around, and a red light point rose up in Ampelser Port. Knights, Temple of Fire. The Knights stationed in the port moved, and Temple of Fire joined the battle!
Suddenly all he wanted to do was scream excitedly, it was such a hearty battle.
But is the enemy a respectable opponent? Probably. Confusing thoughts were swirling in Dalit's mind. He glanced to the side unconsciously, and then his vision was fixed in that direction forever——
West of Ampelsel.
Direction of the Andrek Mountains.
A black spot is approaching rapidly.
"Left, left, left wing discovered a large number of air force units of unknown origin! Repeat, all ministries pay attention, left wing discovered a large number of air force units of unknown origin!" A stuttering voice came from the magic crystal: "Wait! No, no, the other party
Also a dragon knight?"
"Is it reinforcements?"
Everyone is stranded, where are the reinforcements coming from?
But only Dalit's pupils were constricting - his eyesight was excellent, and he could see the opponent's origin and number from a distance. That was not reinforcements at all... that was...
"It's the enemy, the enemy is attacking——!" He suddenly grabbed the magic crystal and shouted sternly: "It's the Southern Army! It's the Dragon Cavalry of the Southern Army! Get ready to meet the enemy!"
At that moment, he suddenly understood that it turned out that the knights of the Temple of Fire below were not here to support them at all.
They are here to meet the Southern Army...
But, why did the Southern Army appear here... Martha!
Amidst the storm.
Nuosda stood upright on his mount like a javelin, letting the wind and rain hit his face, letting the lightning and thunder light up his eyes, but his heart was as calm as an ancient well.
He subconsciously touched his cheek. The injury he received in the Ring of Trade Winds left a permanent scar on him, but he was relieved immediately. The scar is a warrior's medal.
At least he was back with the Southern Army.
Looking back, he saw that the flying dragon walking side by side carried the same number of tree elf archers. The other party nodded in response to him. They were once comrades fighting side by side, but now they have to join hands again.
However, the target is no longer the wolf disaster.
Yes, the kingdom abandoned them.
But the Southern Army cannot abandon its homeland——
Nuosda raised his spear and pointed straight ahead: "Dragon cavalry listen to my orders - attack formation - target, Black Blade Legion!"
"For Eruin, rush forward!"
A huge front arrow formed in mid-air.
"Southern Legion, advance!"
…
Everyone understands that the civil war in Eruin has officially begun.
Amidst the smoke and dust, Brando faced his first opponent, a Templar. When he saw the opponent, the opponent was fighting with Nymesis. In fact, the black-haired female knight was fighting.
Defeat.
But she couldn't slack off at all, because Princess Griffin was one step behind her.
Seeing this scene, Brando didn't even think about it, and stabbed him directly with his sword; Brando's swordsmanship has always been fierce and brutal, and this sword was no exception. He didn't even use any aristocratic etiquette, and it was almost like a sneak attack.
.
The Templar Knights of the Temple of Fire are all strong elements enlightened, but there is nothing they can do when faced with such a persistent pursuit. They had to return their swords to save them. There was a metal trembling sound, and the two swords intersected.
Everyone retreats.
Nymesis finally found the opportunity to take a step back. She covered her mouth with her hands and coughed out a mouthful of blood. She took a breath and immediately raised her head to look at Brando with a pale face:
"This swordsmanship...who taught you?"
"Let's talk about it later."
Nymesis gritted her teeth, but still nodded.
The Templars had noticed Brando. In fact, the other party obviously recognized him. His eyes under the metal mask flashed with a cold light. Brando immediately felt that the airflow around his body was slightly stagnant, and his movements also slowed down.
Come down.
"Be careful, his element should be related to the wind." Nymesis immediately reminded, the female knight's voice was cold, but still a little concerned.
This voice made Brando feel a little excited.
What a resemblance.
She really looks like a senior.
If senior sister is still here...
If you were still in this world...
Senior sister.
Brando couldn't help but close his eyes. For a moment, he felt that his perception seemed to extend endlessly along his sword. It was obviously dark, but all the scenery seemed to be right in front of him.
Point by point.
A world made of laws.
A towering wall appeared in front of him.
Wall of elements!
Brando was shocked in his heart. He suddenly opened his eyes, and what he saw in his eyes was completely different. The deepest part of his eyes seemed to be burning with a ball of silver flames. Countless laws, meanings and the ultimate fate of all things in the world were moving toward
Infinite directions for interpretation.
How can this be?
He raised his sword.
"Wind element, restraint."
"Secondary elements."
"Why do you want to restrain me?"
"Nothing more than an insect."
The extremely confident voice seemed to be above all things. Brando raised his sword with one hand and waved it. The Templar's sword had just arrived. As soon as the two swords crossed, it was as if Brando threw out a spark.
The sword in the Templar's hand actually flew out of his hand.
The Templar was horrified. He never imagined that there would be such a freak who touched the wall of elements during the battle. Brando's sword was not actually his own power, but brought with it the law itself.
the power of.
As soon as he woke up, this sword emerged from the world of laws.
Pei Mo can't control it.
But after all, the Templar Knights are one of the top combat powers of the Temple of Fire. As soon as the sword is released, they immediately react and retreat as fast as lightning.
Brando leveled his sword and slashed horizontally.
The tip of the sword has missed the opponent by an inch.
But that's exactly it.
"Ah——!" The Templar Knight suddenly let out an unbelievable scream. He covered his chest with one hand. There was already a medium-deep gash in his breastplate, and blood was flowing out.
Brando raised his head, his heart was filled with ecstasy, and his eyes flashed with a frightening light: "——It will definitely hit!"
