Chapter 199 Death and the Knight

"It's incredible, it's incredible."

A court wizard with a frivolous voice shook his head and spoke. He was tall and thin and stood behind the army formation, looking at the golden figure in the distant sky.

"What era is this, which sage king am I following, and I can still meet such a fairy in the age of mythology, this day is really hard to pass."

"Master, don't read any more, the uncles next to you are looking more and more ugly." A slightly younger woman shook the wizard's sleeve and told him to say less.

"Yes yes yes." He replied perfunctorily, and began to think about when he would slip away. .

The reason for being a court wizard is naturally because of the good pay in this job, and there are not many things to do, and it is easy to fish in troubled waters, but the problem is that the situation seems to have changed now.

This empire seems to be staying for a short time. Maybe it will be secluded in the mountains and forests for a while, and then come out of the mountains when the situation on the mainland stabilizes. Anyway, this kind of thing has been done before.

Although he looks young and human, he is actually older than many elves, which is naturally because he has experienced some special things.

He had heard this time that a new force had appeared in the south, and he was still very interested, but looking at such a grand and fierce battlefield, the familiar and unfamiliar feeling reminded him of when he was young, it was Mercury The age of dynasties and elves tug-of-war.

Although in various poetry collections and legends, it was a magnificent and epic era, but as someone who has experienced it, most of it is probably boring and depressing.

Stories condense decades and hundreds of years together, but time is not like that, and most of it is boring and tragic.

Now that the secret art of the hometown of goblins has come to the world again, it also reminded this man of many not-so-wonderful things.

I feel that if things go on like this, the civil strife in the empire will not end easily, and the intensity will really be the same as that era.

Although Chang stayed at home, he was keenly aware that something was wrong.

When will such a new force have such a character, I am afraid I can't imagine the truth behind it.

So, let's go as soon as possible.

During the battle, the wizard pulled the brim of his hat and took a small step back in the chaos with the newly recruited foolish apprentice beside him.

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In the face of the golden fairy in the seven-color flower mirror, the Imperial Legion below had to take out the hole cards that had been hidden for a long time. At first, they thought they would be completely useless.

"Then ask a few." The general looked at the four special men in black and spoke slowly.

"The will of the empire." They put their hands on their shoulders, replied in a low voice, and then slowly raised their heads, revealing four hollow faces.

These four mysterious characters are from the northern border of the empire, and they are practicing a special kind of extraordinary job agency. If it is not because the northern border is now seeking the royal family, it is estimated that such characters would not be sent here.

After answering, the four of them looked at the tiny figure in the distance in the sky, and then their bodies gradually disappeared, like a ghost.

"Who?"

In the sky, the mirror of petals behind Roland Hill gradually faded, and the orange-red marigolds in her pupils also slowly disappeared, and at this moment, she suddenly noticed something strange.

With a wave of her hand, an orange-red petal shield floated by her side, and then layers of pale golden spherical shields wrapped herself.

Before waiting for a response, four phantom thorns shot out in the air. The thorns ignored the orange-red flower shield on the side of the girl, directly penetrated the pale golden shield, and then pierced into the girl's body Among them, its fast speed and fierce attack are shocking.

An aura of deep resentment exploded in the body instantly, like dense poisonous thorns, corroding the body, mind and soul.

If such a secret technique is really against a pure fairy, I am afraid that the opponent can be killed on the spot. It should be said that it is worthy of being an orphan of the Quicksilver Dynasty, and even the means to deal with the opponents of the year have been passed down.

The general didn't believe in any rumors at first. After all, mythical fairies or something is still too far away, but now it seems that maybe bringing these people along is really effective.

He looked at the telescope, the girl with blond hair was instantly penetrated, and his heart was inexplicably relaxed.

It's a pity that Roland Hill is not the kind of fairy with a fragile soul.

Her figure disappeared in the air like golden sand grains, and then gathered and condensed in another place, while those ghostly poisonous thorns that had penetrated into the body before, stayed in the air, exuding the aura of the undead sequence.

If the soul of the Primordial Four was so easy to kill, the ancients would not have chosen it as the pillar and skeleton of the Sun Crown.

Looking at the overflowing undead magic power below, the golden butterfly wings on the girl's back fluttered, and every time it moved, golden powder particles flickered, instantly forming a body exactly like herself in the air.

In less than three seconds, seven blond-haired Roland Hill appeared in the air. They intertwined, and then flew together. The colorless light sand swept away with the wind, revealing four illusory figures scattered in the distance.

What a cruel method.

Looking at these four people, Loren Hill naturally knew that they were the ones who did it just now, and she even knew the origin of such an extraordinary position better than the generals below.

That was to deal with the powerful elves, a group of special assassins created in the early days of the Quicksilver Dynasty. They are like silent ghosts, shuttle between reality and

Void, holding a sickle and a sharp blade, took away the noble and beautiful figures one by one.

And such an image, even in later generations, was handed down in the form of a god of death, and later generations simply called such an extraordinary job "a god of death".

However, this should be the hidden trump card of the North, how could it be used here.

It seems that the situation in the north is getting worse and worse, and the stubborn and even stubborn family has to whisper to the royal family for help.

The Trey family, inherited from the Mercury Dynasty, returned to the mainland after being trapped in Eternal Dark Island for nearly a thousand years. North of the Empire.

Such a group of remnants has always been united, and has a special temperament, withdrawn and tenacious. They rarely interacted with other nobles of the empire, and because of their merits, they won the most difficult war since the establishment of the empire, and sacrificed a lot, so they also have the magnanimity and fearlessness that other great nobles do not have.

You can say they are conservative or old-fashioned, but you can also say they are determined and fearless, and many of the great nobles in the north still follow ancient traditions and customs.

Emerald-colored long swords appeared in their hands, and seven fairies with golden hair cut through the air like chaotic butterflies, drawing dazzling and staggered golden trajectories in the air, and then chopped the four 'death gods' in the air.

They let out a silent cry, then dissipated into dust in the fiercely shimmering emerald lightsabers.

Although I don't want to make too many enemies, but at this time, I have no time to stay.

Roland Hill flew into the air again, and the court wizards below began to cast another large-scale spell.

One after another temporary city walls and stairs slowly rose on the ground, and then solidified. A continuous fortress was formed on the originally empty wilderness, and the soldiers of the Imperial Legion could occupy the high ground, shoot down with their muskets, and suppress them. This also turned an encounter into a siege battle.

"This kind of terrain spell, the other party should not be able to resolve it." A court wizard said.

"It should be, the other party is not a god, how can there be so much magic power to cast, even if we jointly cast spells, such a super-level spell twice is the limit." Another companion shook his head.

On the other side of the battlefield, when the front's attack was blocked and the fortress was gradually being pulled up, a group of special legions also began to slowly advance.

A leading knight sat on a giant warhorse about three meters high, holding a golden axe and halberd, looking into the distance. On the heavy armor as thick as a golem is a golden shield badge with a fiery red dragon head. This means it belongs to the Baska family.

A rush of horns sounded, and now it was time for them to charge.

The red-gold heavy armored rider turned his head to look at the weak girl standing behind him, patted the armor on his chest with his hand, and made a metallic crashing sound.

"Lottie, they're going." Phinise told the girl in front of her.

Lottie nodded lightly, then prayed silently in her heart.

This is the only fighting force left in the family, and she doesn't want these people to still die in the war.

However, the current self is no longer qualified to be self-willed.

Pray for them, roaring dragon of wrath, and bless these gallant knights.

May they break free from the shackles of this fate and tear open a new sky.

The crimson pendant that she held tightly around her heart with both hands, the black dragon shadow in it also seemed to be boiling, gradually burning, like the heart of a giant dragon, beating slowly.

Facing the fortified fortress like a mountain, the last knights of the Red Dragon family began to charge.

The horses' hooves fell from the high hills and rocks, splashing the ground with fragments of dirt and grass roots, and then began to advance with a neigh.

The majestic power burst out in the extraordinary core of the Dragon Sequence, like fiery molten iron, began to flow to the whole body, and the steel-like muscles gradually condensed.

The breath exhaled from the mouth and nose is getting hotter and hotter, as if there are sparks escaping from it.

Everything in the field of vision began to be so noisy and so quiet. In this chaotic and intertwined battlefield, it seemed that only the only target could be seen, and everything else became decorations and sundries.

Speed ​​up, start speeding up.

The lasing bullets made sparks and crashes on the armor, but it didn't matter.

The enchanted mithril crossbow began to aim, and the silver arrows shot down from the high platform, penetrated into the body, and fixed the arrow body on the armor, like a hedgehog.

The arrows piercing the inside of the armor accompanied the ups and downs of the body, churning in the muscles, and the pain flowed like kerosene.

It's near, it's near.

The huge axe and halberd in his hand slowly flattened, and then gradually retreated.

The golden spiral cones circled layer by layer, making the shape of the axe even more inconceivably huge.

Finally, in the high-speed advance, the warhorse leaped forward, and the golden spiral spear was inserted into the fortress with an unprecedented air wave.

The masonry shattered, the personnel slipped and collapsed, and then the golden fire burst into the fortress.

Then one after another, the red dragon knights in heavy armor charged, slammed into the fortress like a giant hammer one after another, and then collapsed the temporary city walls everywhere, tearing a hole in the complete front.

"So reckless, so reckless, but so irresistible." Looking at the fortress at the end of his field of vision, which was gradually being washed away and collapsed, Lubin could only sigh like this.

He has always been a person who pursues wisdom, belief, and is keen to use thinking to solve problems.

Think, this time I saw an exception.

In the center of the battlefield, sparks and dust were flying, and on the collapsed fortress and the top of the wall, there were still surviving Imperial soldiers, holding muskets and aiming and shooting at these incapacitated knights.

Bullets bounced off the armor, bursting with sparks and noises, but a small number of them shot through the gaps in the armor, shooting out columns of blood.

"Come on!"

These fearless comrades in front of them have opened up a path for their own side, and the soldiers on the 'Fairy Wood' side also began to charge.

With all their might, they ran fast on the ground, taking advantage of the dusty and chaotic timing of the opposing front as they approached.

puff-

The sharp bayonet was sent out with the swing of the arm, piercing an imperial soldier, then pulling it out with great effort, and charging towards the next target.

Scattered bullets shuttled through the ruins, hitting soldiers on both sides from time to time, and as more and more soldiers broke into the ruins of the fortress, the battle entered a white-hot melee.

Some imperial soldiers simply dropped their muskets, armed with sharp sabers, and fought in the narrow alleys. They have received strict and sufficient melee training, and now such a complex terrain, just shows their personal strength.

And the soldiers of the 'Fairy Wood' organization quickly gathered and moved closer after a period of failure, the bayonet outwards, the back row shot, and moved closer step by step.

Although they have high fighting spirit, most of them are recruits who have been trained for 1-2 months, and the best way at present is to gather with each other, rely on the strength of the group to protect their weaknesses, and avoid close combat with the enemy.

If you look down from the sky, the center of this battlefield is like a painting with clear lines smeared indiscriminately to form a complex and fuzzy shape, and the battle line is also in a state of erosion and anxiety.

Under such circumstances, even the most wise commander could not convey and unify the order, and the subsequent battles depended on the will and fighting of the soldiers on both sides.

"The front line can only be like this, let the follow-up cavalry raid and open the situation directly." The general on the empire's side put down the binoculars, and the messenger next to Sui ordered.

"Yes, General," he answered loudly, and then walked quickly out of the hidden bunker, and soon a loud horn sounded again.

Then the cavalry that had not acted before began to rush out of the fortress. They were divided into several groups, ready to quickly pass through the dazzling front, go straight to the enemy's rear, defeat the opponent's command group, and then surround and attack from behind.

The 'Fairy Wood' organization lacks cavalry. If they can't limit the enemy's cavalry to the front line, they will fall into infinite passive in the future.

In the chaotic battlefield, a branch of red lines infiltrated and quickly shuttled out, and they also started the fastest charge towards the opponent's rear formation.

These cavalrymen were on the ground, like fangs, and slowly cut apart the 'Fairy Wood' soldiers on the south side.

Charge and counter-charge, encirclement and counter-encirclement, intertwined on the front.

"So, our last weight will also be pressed."

Roland Hill, who had regained his cyan hair, stood on the hillside, looked at the approaching cavalry below, and slowly waved his hand down.

A soldier in Bilin armor walked through the forest and stepped forward.

The jade-like steel blade is nearly transparent in the sun, and the scales on his body also reflect bursts of flickering light.

These Sequence 4 Bilin Guards are the most elite forces in the 'Fairy Wood' organization, and as they advance, a witch is also singing softly in the woods, and the various augmentation and strengthening incantations are: chant.

Before long, the ground began to vibrate with the trembling of hoofs, and the warriors gradually clenched their shields and swords.

"Break them out!"

"promise!"