Act 155 Dawn(8)

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 cold face and stiff lines 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, Shen looked straight ahead - the forest on the horizon seemed to form a faint ink line in the darkness, and the fog formed a thin layer of night mist, but from the other side of the darkness, a row of rustling sounds gradually came. 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 female 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 is a long scar on his neck, which comes from past memories - he is actually a retired cavalryman who fought with Madara in Karasu. So he closed his eyes and could almost judge the source of that rustling sound from deep within his soul.

Like the ocean of Madara, it is boundless and has an endless army of skeletons. Row after row of skeletal footsteps 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. Behind a temporary fortification built on the ruins, there were more and more people, crowded, no one spoke, and the sound seemed to be swallowed up by the approaching, drum-beating steps. Everyone watched this scene with bated breath:

The army of the undead emerged bit by bit from the darkness.

Someone came to Fern, they were members of the Firelands Chapter's subordinates. It even includes several wizards in the Firelands Chapter. In past battles, they have 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 army of skeletons flowing across the earth like a tide from the darkness, they 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: "We plus other people,

It's just over two hundred. What's more, people outside the group cannot be trusted at all. Do we really want to fight to the death with these skeletons here just for a word of promise? Even if all the brothers are killed? "

"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 are enough to lead us out of the encirclement. Let's send a magic signal and tell that adult. He, for two hours, the Firelands Legion 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, 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, tense up every nerve in her body and looked at the man standing in front of the defense line built by the undead, wearing a black cloak with a silver scale painted on the cloak, and exuding an icy aura. Undead general. She didn't know why the other party suddenly said such words. But before the age when the sages ruled together, there was indeed a legend circulating in ancient myths - in the dark and turbulent era, the Azure Knight led the first batch of ancestors to walk out of the shelter and defeated the besieged. The Twilight Dragon, who was called the 'Final Disaster', then ushered in the beginning of the Year of Chaos——

But how could the lord be the ancestors?

Except for the Dragon Clan, the bloodlines of the people of the Golden Generation have long been lost on the earth and have even become legends. Even the Silver Descendants were known as proud beings before this era. After the era when the Dark Dragon was raging, bloodlines were scattered across the earth, and even the existence of the Silver Clan became uncertain. How could there still be 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 dragon clan would not be as weak as the lord. Although she thought so, the girl suddenly felt a little sorry for Brando. She blushed and quickly said sorry in her heart. But she turned her horse's head back and asked coldly: "What do you mean by 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. Look at each other for fear of being 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 came to a halt. The elf girl was undecided for a moment whether to ask 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 she would be killed because of her. Distracting Brando.

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 such a legend, 'The Lord of Darkness will definitely return, it can see into people's hearts and understand everything——'. I think you should have heard of this ancient legend. The legend, because it comes from the Black Prophecy of the Miner people, are they your sworn 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 inhuman, the honorable peoples, 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, and Medissa subconsciously felt restless. She has decided to attack again. If she is still unable to do anything, she can only ask the lord for support.

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. To the same. 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. When the black light collided with the spiritual shield around her body, a dazzling light burst out. The air flow swept around, and the mercenaries nearby rushed Backing away, 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 hands back.

The "Bone Thorn" column immediately moved forward after receiving the order. They took off the bone spears from behind and entered an attack posture. At the same time, the mercenaries were still reeling from the previous attack and had no time to care. Medissa, who was holding back her injuries, 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 Elf language: Spirit Wings——!)

Her voice was like a string of sweet 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 under 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——

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