Scene 307 Wrath Scroll IV

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Black Blade Legion Vanguard Battalion Station——

The shrill magic alarm swept across the entire camp in an instant, like a landslide and tsunami. The black-armored knight rushed out of the rest area with tinkling accessories and headed straight for his mount.

Flying dragons are spreading their wings.

Kuztar? Viscount Poleman put down his binoculars, and the southern sky was filled with darkness, with countless birds of prey shuttling among the thunder and lightning, as if the scene of the end of the world.

"It's a druid."

"It's the end of the road for the southerners."

He remained silent, turned on the saddle, held the nearly five-meter-long dragon gun with one hand, and then raised his left hand high. A tsunami-like voice seemed to explode from the camp in an instant: "Black Blade Legion, First Dragoon Battalion—"

"out!"

"out--!"

One after another, giant beasts soared into the sky, their spread wings covering the sky and the sun. The logistics soldiers on the ground watched their knights take off, as if a huge attack formation had been launched above the sky in a blink of an eye.

"Dalit, don't lose the chain again at the critical moment!" The ground crew shouted to the sky.

"Fuck you!" The knight in the sky scolded with a smile, the young man raised his head, and in front of him, under the rain clouds, thunder and lightning roiled in gold and red, and tens of thousands of raptors rushed toward him.

"It's the Arrow Eagle!"

"—note that they are added!"

cried the voice from above.

"Everyone, join the battle formation!" A serious voice came from the magic crystal.

"Received, we have 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 militant fanaticism; the Black Blade Legion has been on standby here for a long time, but at this moment, everyone can only feel that the blood in their bodies is boiling.

Kuztar? Viscount Poleman holds a dragon spear in his hand, and his heart is as firm as iron, he is only silently estimating the arrival of time.

"Ten seconds."

"Eight seconds."

"Two seconds."

"Fight--"

"For Aruin!" The sky of Ampere Sear seemed to be ignited by the sound of a huge fight in an instant, and it boiled.

Huge black flying dragons passed by countless raptors. In an instant, there was a storm of blood and blood. The spread wings cut into the storm of wings like blades, and the corpses of the birds fell like raindrops.

But the flying dragon knight was also coerced by the huge resistance, and the attack formation of the first front arrow disappeared in an instant. There were warning roars, fights, and screams from all sides—the knight in front was ripped off his saddle under the huge impact, and the flying dragon was overwhelmed, and howled and fell head to head.

Like black meteors—

The flames of war spread and burn.

...

The humming and buzzing discussions in the hall seemed to have quieted down for a moment, and there was only dead silence under the vaulted vault of the solemn and solemn Lokshbe Palace, and time froze at this moment. ￠￡e￠￡Novel￠￡Net, www.ExiaoSHUO.COm￠

"Charles, is that you?"

The head of the Highland Knights, Bunid? Norbert stood 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 in blank dismay.

"Captain Bunid, what name did you say?" An envoy asked in disbelief, and the man stood up from Golan-Elson's seat.

"Captain Bunid, are you reading that right?" Another congressman also joined in loudly. This person is a close friend of Grand Duke Viero, and Brando had a relationship with him in the game in the past.

Others were also discussing, and most people's eyes were focused on Charles for a while. "Ah!" The Countess suddenly yelled, she looked at the young mage as if she had seen a ghost: "Ah, why didn't I notice...it really looks like it!"

"Like what? What's the matter?" Brando was inexplicable. He was a little funny at first. The funny thing was that Viscount Begnin, who was still performing on the sidelines just now, became a clown now.

But the current situation is a bit out of his expectation.

He couldn't help turning his head back, and his eyes fell on his mage attendant, as if getting to know each other again: "Charles, it seems that you are quite famous, can you explain?"

"Ha," Charles said with a dry smile, "My lord, I think this is just a misunderstanding."

"I don't think so."

"real."

"Then you'd better explain to them." Brando was startled suddenly, he heard the sound of fighting outside the hall. Immediately stopped and the other party blinked, which meant 'I'll talk about it later'.

The war is on.

Charles immediately understood what his lord meant, and immediately turned back to the head of the Highland Knights and replied, "Master head, I think you may have misidentified the person?"

There was another silence in the hall.

From the sudden noise to the sudden silence, the transition is very natural——

"It's a mistake, isn't it?" Knight Buned smiled nonchalantly and raised his eyebrows.

He still wanted to say something, but before he finished speaking, the whole hall suddenly shook.

Bunid stopped and looked up suspiciously.

Everyone raised their heads subconsciously, the voice was clearly coming from above—what happened? Almost in a moment, the second huge earthquake arrived as expected, but this time it was more violent, and most of the people fell to the ground unprepared.

"What's wrong?"

"What happened?"

"Is there an earthquake?"

There was chaos in the hall, and there was a loud 'crash'. Suddenly, a big hole was broken in the crystal dome of Lokshbe Palace, crystal fragments fell one after another, cold wind poured in, and then a giant fell straight down and landed with a bang.

"ah!"

"Help……"

For a while, the wind and rain poured down outside, but the hall was full of smoke and dust. ∏∈E∏∈Novel ∏∈Net, www.exiaoshuo.CoM The nobles were almost petrified, and screams immediately rang out.

Only Brando saw that thing clearly—the body of a flying dragon lying in the middle of the hall, with a broken neck—was the flying dragon knight of the Black Blade Legion.

Almost at the same time, Grand Duke Anleke's steady and powerful voice came from his ear: "Get out!"

Everyone was stunned, but immediately reacted.

"Templars, stop Markaro!" It was Melos' voice.

"Catch Princess Griffin!" Viscount Begnin screamed.

Brando also reacted all of a sudden, he immediately protected Delferry with one hand, and at the same time ordered loudly: "Charles, go to the princess!"

There was immediate chaos in the hall.

...

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 raptors are flying around, and the battlefield above the sky is like a Jedi——

And at the very center, the archdruid wearing a tree cloak is like a god. Every time a spell is generated from his hand, forming wooden spears or rock thorns, a large number of dragon knights fall from the sky.

Archdruid, gold top.

There was a chill in Dalit's heart, if it wasn't for the sound coming from the magic crystal, he would almost tremble. The cold fighting is rapidly 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 in mid-air, and they were making a final fight. Mutalisks are not suitable for long-term mid-air combat, especially when carrying heavy loads with knights.

"Damn southerners!" Dalit gritted his teeth.

But this is the final blow, up ahead, Kuztar? Viscount Poleman's flying dragon marched forward indomitably, and the strength of the golden middleman was fully revealed, like a comet in the sky. In the eyes of the flying dragon knight, there is only fanaticism left, and they all follow behind——

The front arrow has been completed, and the encirclement is close at hand. Flying Dragon Knight loss//Fastest text update. No pop-up window, no advertisement//Although it is a drama, the enemy is at the end of the road.

The balance of victory has tipped.

"look down!"

"Reinforcements, reinforcements are coming—!" An excited voice came from the magic crystal again.

Dalit turned his head, and a red spot of light rose in Ampersel Harbor. Knights, the Temple of Flame The Knights stationed in the port have moved, and the Temple of Fire has joined the battle!

All of a sudden, he just wanted to yell excitedly, it was a hearty battle.

But is the enemy a worthy opponent? I guess so. Dalit's mind was churning with chaotic thoughts, he unconsciously glanced to the side, and then his vision was always fixed in that direction——

West of Ampersell.

The direction of Alec Mountains.

A black dot is approaching.

"Left, left wing, there are a large number of air forces of unknown origin on the left wing! Repeat, pay attention to all ministries, there are a large number of air force units of unknown origin on the left wing!" A stammering voice came from the magic crystal: "Wait! No, no, the other party Also a dragon knight?"

"A reinforcement?"

Everyone is stuck, where are the reinforcements coming from?

But only Dalit's pupils kept constricting—his eyesight is excellent, and he can see the origin and number of the other party from a distance. That's not reinforcements at all...it's...

"It's the enemy, the enemy is attacking—!" He grabbed the magic crystal and roared mournfully: "It's the Southern Legion! It's the Dragon Cavalry of the Southern Legion! Prepare 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're here to meet the Confederate Army...

It's just, why did the Southern Legion appear here... Martha!

In the sky and rain.

Nosta stood upright on his mount like a javelin, let the wind and rain hit his face, let the lightning and thunder light up his eyes, but his heart was like an ancient well without waves.

He touched his cheek subconsciously, the wound he received in the ring of trade winds left him with a permanent scar, but he immediately felt relieved that the scar was a soldier's medal.

At least, he's back in the Confederate Legion.

Looking back, the flying dragon walking beside him carried the same number of tree elf shooters. The other party nodded in response to him. They were comrades who fought side by side, but now they have to cooperate again.

It's just that the target is no longer a wolf disaster.

Yes, the kingdom deserted them.

But the Confederate Legion cannot abandon their homeland—

Nosta raised his spear and pointed straight ahead: "Dragoons follow my orders—attack formation—target, Black Blade Legion!"

"For Aruin, advance!"

A huge front arrow formed in midair.

"Southern Legion, advance!"

...

Everyone understands that Eruin's civil war has officially kicked off.

Amidst the smoke and dust, Brando faced his first opponent, a Templar. When he saw the other party, the other party was fighting Nimesis, and in fact the black female knight was losing ground.

But she couldn't slack off in the slightest, because Princess Griffin was one step behind her.

Seeing this scene, Brando didn't even think about it, and directly stabbed with his sword; Brando's swordsmanship has always been fierce and savage, and this sword is no exception. He didn't even talk about noble etiquette, which was similar to a sneak attack. up.

The Templars in the Temple of Fire are all strong men with civilized elements, but there is nothing they can do when they encounter such a stalker. He had no choice but to turn back his swords to save him. There was a metal trembling sound, the two swords intersected, and the two swords retreated.

Nimesis finally found a chance to take a step back. She covered her mouth with her hands and coughed up a mouthful of blood, gasped, and immediately looked up at Brando with a pale face: "Who taught you this swordsmanship?"

"Let's talk about it later."

Nimesis gritted her teeth, but still nodded.

The Templars had already noticed Brando, in fact the other party clearly recognized him, the eyes under the metal mask flickered coldly. Brando immediately felt a slight stagnation of the airflow around his body, and even his movements slowed down.

"Be careful, his element should be related to the wind." Nimesis immediately reminded, the female knight's voice was piercingly cold, but there was still a little concern.

This voice made Brando feel a little excited.

Really like ah.

Really like a senior.

If Senior Sister is still here...

If you are still in this world...

Senpai, my lord.

Brando couldn't help closing his eyes. For a moment, he felt that his perception seemed to extend endlessly along his sword. It was obviously dark, but everything seemed to be right in front of us.

Little by little.

A world made of laws.

A towering wall appeared in front of him just like that.

Wall of Elements!

Brando was shocked. He suddenly opened his eyes, and what he saw was different. The deepest part of his eyes seemed to be burning with a silver flame. Countless laws, meanings, and the ultimate destiny of all things in the world were being interpreted in the direction of infinity.

How can this be?

He raised his sword.

"Wind element, bound."

"The most secondary element."

"You want to restrain me by this?"

"But insects."

An extremely confident voice, as if above everything. Brando waved his sword with one hand, and the Templar's great sword had just arrived. When the two swords intersected, it seemed that Brando had thrown out a spark.

The sword in the Templar knight's hand flew out of his hand.

The Templar was horrified, he never dreamed that such a freak would touch the wall of elements during the battle; Brando's sword was not actually his own power, but the law itself the power of.

As soon as he woke up, this sword emerged from the world of laws.

Pei Mo can resist.

However, after all, the Templars are one of the top battle forces in the Temple of Fire. As soon as the sword is released, they react immediately and retreat as quickly as lightning.

Brando flattened his sword and slashed horizontally.

The point of the sword has missed the opponent by a hair.

But that's exactly what it is.

"Ah!" The Templar suddenly uttered an unbelievable scream. He covered his chest with one hand, and there was a not-so-deep cut in the breastplate, and pools of blood flowed out.

Brando raised his head, his heart was already ecstatic, and his eyes shone with a frightening light: "—— must hit!"

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