Chapter 481 Coming From the Wilderness

Chapter 481 Coming from the Wilderness

"Roar!" The phantoms roared like lions, and the terrifying aura stirred up the fallen leaves on the ground to fly in the sky.

"Hoo!" The blazing war energy flames flew wantonly, and the shadows composed of fire-based war energy flames pushed past like horses trampling a camp in everyone's astonished eyes, and each thick ancient tree was hugged. Being blocked and broken by the shadows of these heroic spirits, the blazing fire war energy flames turned everything in contact into ashes like the karmic fire from hell...

"charge!"

"The King's Landing Cavalry! Invincible! Charge! Warriors of the Empire! Charge! Charge to the end of the world!" Apophis Breo roared at the top of his lungs, his eyes already filled with blood!

"Kill!" The angry knights of King's Land thrust out the lances in their hands and shot over the shadow spiders that were still besieging the warrior warriors one by one, and the stinky black coals fell to the ground.

"Boom!" Apophis Breo tightened the reins, and the war horse raised its front hooves and trampled heavily on the ground, causing two shallow pits to be stepped on as the dust flew.

"Hello!" Apophis Brayo reined in his horse, and the other knights also immediately mounted their horses.

"These..." Apophis Breo frowned, his eyes full of surprise and shock. The shadows following their charge had not dissipated, but continued to charge forward, terrifyingly destroying everything they encountered along the way. As far as I could see, the originally stone-paved elf path turned into a road dozens of meters wide, and the shadowy knights still charged with the lions on their backs until they smashed against the obstacles and dissipated.

"They are the heroic spirits of the ancestors of the knights of all generations!" The great knight said with deep respect in his eyes.

"They are our ancestors, and they are still using their swords to clear the way for us!" Olaf murmured with tears streaming down his face.

"Come..." A distant and illusory voice faintly reached everyone's ears.

"Alas..." The man sighed.

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"Sir... the imperial capital has been destroyed, and no one in the royal family has survived!" A hero with a nearly ten-meter-high battle energy surging all over his body came over.

"Coming from the wilderness? What is this?" Olaf scratched his head and listened carefully to what these shadows said.

"No, no, no, it was my father who neglected his duty. He allowed the blood of King's Landing... The convoy going south was attacked. I only found the remains of my father and a few young masters. There are still a few young masters whose whereabouts are unknown. Otherwise, I would send all the troops... Knight, go..." The young knight gestured to leave.

The man looked at the bitter expression on the kneeling hero's face and smiled softly: "Some things have to be done by someone. There are always things that need to be done when people live in this world."

"The Castle of King's Landing is gone! Your Highness!" He was still the same hero, but he was missing an arm. He fell in front of the Duke of King's Landing covered in blood. He looked at the still tall but already somewhat old figure and said.

"But how could they see that this barbaric land is the last land to hold the dragon flag high! Who of them could know that this is the last land of the empire? We don't owe this empire! The emperor and the royal family owe us!" The face of Grand Duke Junlin Full of ferociousness.

"Forget it! Just think of it as the Dragon God's punishment. None of the men of the Junlin family ran away from the battle, not even the children. Let's treat them as martyrs for their country!" The Grand Duke stood up and the muscles on his face twitched a few times, but he still tried to calmly say .

"Ah, that's it, they are all gone! My son, nephew, nephew... my blood relatives are all gone..." The Grand Duke slowly sat down with his back against the city wall.

"Oh, what can I do to save you from the empire?" Grand Duke Junlin held his hands on the city wall covered with snowflakes, his eyes full of loneliness and helplessness. The black "tide" on the horizon in the distance was slowly moving towards the north.

"How many children are there in the family?" He said gently after calming down.

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"We have no way to retreat. In front of us are the enemies, and behind us are the civilians! If I really have to make a choice, I choose to die on the Great Wall of the North!" the man said calmly.

"General, prepare to face the enemy! Until this Grand Duke's flag falls, you are still the general of the empire!" The Grand Duke of King's Landing smiled quietly and patted the hero's shoulder armor.

"I see!"

"Your Highness, you must be strong." At this time, the person standing next to the vicissitudes of the Duke of Junlin was no longer the hero, but a young knight.

"How is the situation in other places?" The man turned around. Time had left obvious traces on his face, and the deep wrinkles were extremely obvious under his gloomy expression.

"Where can we go? Behind me is the North, and in front of me is the border! Hahaha! Where can I go? So what if the empire falls? So what if the mountains and rivers are destroyed? The North is still there! I am still the king of the empire Grand Duke!" the man said firmly.

"Yes! Your Highness!" The hero beat his chest and saluted.

"Arrange your defenses, those northern orcs will not let this golden opportunity pass by!" the Grand Duke of Junlin sighed.

A man nearly two meters tall with long golden hair, wearing heavy white-gold armor, stood on the top of the city and looked quietly to the north.

"Basically all the male members of the direct line have been killed or injured, and only a few of your grandsons are left!" The hero said with some sadness as he looked at the vicissitudes of the Grand Duke's face.

"Five years, we have been defending for five years... The empire is gone, but the Lion of the North is still there, hahaha! Those southern nobles laugh at us all day long, saying that we are a barbaric land!" Grand Duke Junlin smiled with a smile on his face. The smile on his face gradually faded away.

"Assemble the troops! It's time to deal with those bastards outside!" The Grand Duke's eyes were full of murderous intent and perseverance.

"My lord, what do you mean..." Olaf turned around and realized that Apophis Breo had tears streaming down his face.

"I'm sorry, son, that I didn't protect your father." The Grand Duke choked with sobs.

"The Empire, the Empire, the Junlin family has fulfilled its oath. We have shed the last drop of blood to atone for the selfishness of an old man like me..." The Grand Duke looked at the hero and seemed to have made up his mind.

"since……"

When the man's slightly sad voice sounded, the hero quickly knelt down on one knee: "Your Highness, the royal family is over, the empire has fallen apart... We have no point anymore."

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"But rebellion, natural disasters, and enemy invasion have torn this country apart. Everything we have done is meaningless!" The hero said with tears in his eyes.

"shortage……"

"quite……"

"Actively attacking? Those are the northern orc coalition forces! Your Highness, the Grand Duke..."

"Let's give it a try! Although I can't save the empire, I can pull them to bury the family and the empire that died in this disaster!" The last Grand Duke of the Laglan Empire almost wrote "Burn Together" on his forehead.

"We! The King's Lion Family! We come from the wilderness! Let those bastards see! How we, warriors born in the wilderness, wrote in our flesh and blood to die for our country! Let them see what is the King of the North! What is a traitor to the people? Crush the crime!" At this moment, the Grand Duke of Junlin is like an old lion king. Although he is getting older, his majesty remains unchanged.