The sun was setting, and the golden afterglow shone on the ground.
The city wall of Dendera was facing the west. Under the light of the setting sun, the entire city wall was plated with a layer of gold, shining brightly like an indestructible holy city.
While Roy and the others were waiting for dusk to descend dozens of kilometers away, they did not know that an acquaintance of theirs had arrived in Dendera at this moment …
In the square behind the city hall, a large number of tower troops stood in formation. Several wizard heroes of the kingdom of Bracada stood not far from the silver spatial gate without saying a word, quietly looking at the vortex in the center of the spatial gate.
Among these wizard heroes, the leader was an old man in a gorgeous robe. He wore a wizard hood, a thick white beard under his chin, and a solemn expression.
Standing beside this old man was a dark blue djinn. But unlike ordinary djinns, this djinn's entire body was shining with lightning.
In addition, in the formation of these wizard heroes, there was a long-eared elven ranger. This elven ranger carried a longbow on his back, and his armor was slanted, revealing half of his chest. He had long red hair, and his left eye had the unique battle runes of the elves, making him look extremely sharp.
In the silver spatial gate, the vortex suddenly spun faster. This change made the heroes present perk up, and the troops scattered around began to tense up.
In the light of the vortex, a skeletal horse head appeared first, followed by a man in a black robe with a scarlet spider tattoo on his forehead. Needless to say, this was one of the strongest death lords of Heresh, Arantir!
"Good day, everyone!" After coming out of the spatial gate, Arantir ignored the solemn and vigilant gazes of the wizard heroes. He got off the skeletal warhorse, held his staff in his right hand, and placed his left hand on his chest to bow slightly to everyone. "Asha's servant brings blessings and greetings to everyone!"
Although the mages of Bracada did not believe in the Dragon God, the mage heroes present did not dare to neglect Arantir, the famous death lord. They all returned Arantir's salute.
As the two sides exchanged greetings, the atmosphere eased slightly. The old man in the lead took a step forward and said to Arantir, "Your Excellency Arantir, the kingdom of Bracada has never dealt with necromancers, but there's a reason for this. We still welcome you!"
The corners of Arantir's mouth curled into a smile, seemingly mocking, but also seemingly not. His expression was very subtle as he said politely, "Your Excellency Astral, I've already heard about the tragedy in Ulambus. I'm very sorry about it. When I was in the Desert of Death, I encountered that demon, and his strength exceeded my expectations. According to my speculation, this demon is very likely to want to go to Eeofol, so after coming out of the Desert of Death, he will definitely have to pass through Dendera Fortress. Therefore, I took the liberty of asking your country for assistance, hoping to kill that demon here. This way, I can avenge the victims of Ulambus!"
When he heard Arantir mention Ulambus, the face of the old man in the gorgeous robe twitched, seemingly a little embarrassed.
Although the destruction of Ulambus was worthy of sympathy, no amount of words could conceal the truth of the incident because the mages had courted death themselves to welcome that demon …
This old man, whom Arantir called Astral, had a very high status because he was the leader of the Mage Guild of Bracada and a very powerful hero. This time, he was ordered to come to Dendera Fortress to provide support. Because of the Ulambus incident, the upper echelons of Bracada were furious. The mages, who had always boasted of being noble, had really lost all their face this time. They had created a powerful high-rank demon in their own country. What was this if not going overboard?
"Cough, cough!" Astral coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment before replying, "That's right. The demons who escaped from Sheogh's cage established a demon kingdom in Eeofol. It's already the negligence of our various races. Now that the demons of Eeofol are gradually growing in power, if another powerful demon joins their camp at this juncture, it will be a disaster for any country. It's indeed imperative to stop and eliminate this demon! Your Excellency Arantir, I'm very happy to receive your assistance. Let your troops come out first! "
Arantir nodded and turned to look at the vortex of the spatial gate. An invisible mental fluctuation spread out, and then he saw a large number of undead troops emerging from the vortex.
Arantir had gathered these undead troops after returning to Heresh. With his reputation in Heresh, many death lords were willing to sell him a favor and provide a lot of support.
The Space Gate used for the army's teleportation worked for more than an hour, and finally managed to teleport tens of thousands of undead over before dusk fell. Because of this, the mages supplying energy to the magic formation were exhausted in three batches …
Such army portals were usually only built in larger fortress cities. In fact, this time, Arantir had teleported his troops over from Heresh's capital, Dia. It was impossible for ordinary small cities to do this.
Although Astral hated undead, it had to be said that the undead troops brought by Arantir were still very intimidating. The addition of these undead troops undoubtedly made the guards of Dendera stronger.
Seeing that the troops brought by Arantir had finally teleported, the djinn beside Astral said, "Your Excellency Arantir, not only are there troops of our kingdom of Bracada in this city, but there are also the allied troops of the elves. So I hope you can restrain the undead you have taken in. After all, it's very easy for conflicts to erupt between the living and the dead …"
Arantir looked at the djinn and recognized his identity, so he nodded. "Your Excellency Solmyr, don't worry about this."
Yes, this djinn known as Solmyr was a very famous legendary figure in the kingdom of Bracada. He was a powerful djinn who had existed for countless years. Back then, just because he killed his previous master, he had been sealed in a bottle for thousands of years. In the end, in order to escape, he had no choice but to recognize a new master. And his new master was the ruler of Bracada, Gwen Magnus, known as the Immortal King!
Not only did Arantir recognize this powerful djinn, Solmyr, but he also recognized the elven ranger who was watching silently with his arms crossed, so he nodded at the elven ranger. "Your Excellency Gelu, I'm very happy to see you here. With the help of the elves, our chances of winning have greatly increased."
Gelu, a ranger who was equally famous among the elves, was also a legendary figure. He was a hybrid of human and elf, possessing the wisdom of humans and the agility of elves. He could be said to be the most famous guerrilla warfare expert in Erathia.
This half-human half-elf not only had the trust of the elven king, but he was also an important link between the elves and the kingdom of Erathia. This was because Gelu had been the instructor of Erathia's jungle combat troops, and he had also received a medal of commendation from Queen Catherine Isabel …
Astral, Solmyr, Gelu, and Arantir could be said to have gathered the four strongest heroes on the continent in Dendera Fortress! This made Arantir's confidence swell.
Facing Arantir's greeting, Gelu nodded and said in a dull voice, "The elves love peace. If a powerful demon appears, we won't sit idly by!"
Four years ago, when the demon army invaded, the demons almost assassinated the Gold Dragon Queen of the elves. Although they succeeded in killing the great demon Xeron once, his soul still escaped. Everyone knew that this was the most terrifying thing about demons. If they could not completely annihilate their souls, they would make a comeback sooner or later. Sure enough, it did not take long for Xeron to reappear, which made the elves worried.
In fact, there were also guests in the elven fortress, Aglan, dozens of kilometers away. They were Archbishop Alaric and the human troops sent by Queen Isabel. But because Alaric's personality was terrible and might clash with Arantir, he was temporarily placed in Aglan Fortress and did not come …
It could be said that the forces of four countries had gathered to stop that demon!
Gelu had never seen Roy before, so he felt that he was taking him too seriously. But he also realized that this was a good opportunity to demonstrate to the demons. If he could kill that demon here, he might be able to make those restless demons restrain themselves, so he still brought his troops here …
Looking at the massive military lineup in the fortress, Astral stroked his beard in satisfaction. "Now, we're just waiting for that demon to walk into the trap. I just don't know when he'll come here."
After hearing this, Gelu, who was crossing his arms, suddenly said, "He might already be here …"
"Huh?!" This made Arantir, Astral, and Solmyr look at him in surprise.
"I just received news that the three patrol teams sent out have lost contact and haven't returned!" Gelu looked at the sky. "And the place they're patrolling is the forest in the southeast of the Anglo Mountains …"
"…" Astral was silent for a while. "Since he's here, why hasn't he appeared? Is he up to something? "
"I don't know, but no matter what, let's just wait and see!" Arantir's eyes flickered. "He'll show up eventually!"
… …
Night finally fell. The lightless plain seemed even more deathly silent and mysterious.
At the same time, in the mountain range dozens of kilometers away, Roy, who was sitting quietly, finally moved.
Under the puzzled gazes of Giovanni and Julia, Roy took out a few ordinary glass bottles that he had just made and placed them on the ground in front of him. After opening the bottle cap, Roy took out Frostmourne and gently swiped it across his left palm!
Blood flowed out from Roy's cut palm. Under the dark night, Roy's demon blood actually emitted a faint fluorescence! It was a fluorescence intertwined with purplish-red and light green …
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