A ray of magic light pierced through the darkness and rose to the sky.
The light illuminated the vast land, and the edge of the light changed on top of the ruins, outlining the outline of the ruins of the south gate of Abies.
The cold face of Vern, the leader of the Firelord, was constantly changing under the light. The tall man crossed his hands on the hilt of his sword, which was carved with the head of a demon, and stood motionless in the darkness. His heavy eyes looked straight ahead. The forest on the horizon seemed to form an inky line in the darkness, and the fog formed a thin layer of night mist. But on the other side of the darkness, a row of rustling footsteps gradually came from afar. It was as if the footsteps came from hell.
However, it was a huge army marching forward in unison.
The sexy and beautiful mercenary leader with fiery long hair did not guess it right. Vern had never become Erouine's Knight. But there was a long scar on his neck, which came from his past memory. He was actually a retired cavalryman who fought against Madara in Karsuk. So when he closed his eyes, he could almost tell from the depths of his soul where the rustling sound came from.
Madara's army was like an ocean, boundless and endless, an endless skeleton army. Rows after rows of skeletons' footsteps fell on his heartstrings.
Sparks of red fire appeared in the darkness, and there were more and more of them, like will-o '-the-wisps drifting behind the fog. The mercenaries picked up their weapons and stood up from the ruins with a solemn expression. More and more people gathered behind a temporary fortification built on the ruins. Heads moved about, but no one spoke. Their voices seemed to be swallowed up by the approaching drumbeats. Everyone held their breaths as they watched the scene unfold before them.
The army of the undead slowly emerged from the darkness.
Some people came to Vern's side. They were the subordinates of the Firelord. Even a few wizards in the Firelord were included. In the past, they had always acted as the brains of the mercenary group. But they were hesitant about whether this battle was worth fighting or not. The key question was whether they were willing to offend the young viscount. But at this moment, when they saw the army of skeletons coming out of the darkness like a tide, they couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air.
That was Madara. The bright roses and thorns in the darkness represented an irresistible aura, as if everyone had to face the aura of death in the end.
"Leader?" Under the hood, the Magus revealed half of his pale face as he asked in a low voice.
Fern said nothing.
"Commander, there are a few thousand of them," he reminded in a low voice. "Including the rest of us, there are only a little over two hundred of them. What's more, there's no way we can trust anyone outside the group. Are we really going to fight to the death with these skeletons just because of a promise? Even if we have to sacrifice all of our brothers? "
"Where can you escape to?" "I know their habits better than you do. This city is now surrounded on all sides. I learned a lesson in Karsuk: never try to guess how many undead there are, because there will always be more than you can imagine." The tall man looked back at him and said, "I know their habits better than you do. This city is now surrounded on all sides.
He raised his head and looked at the front. "Although there are many of them, they are just low-level skeletons. They were just summoned from the graveyard not long ago. As long as we can hold on until the day comes, they will naturally retreat."
"Leader?"
Fern raised his hand and interrupted the Magus. "Our only hope now is that young lord. Two Gold-ranked beings are enough to lead us out of this encirclement. Send out a magic signal. Tell the young lord that in two hours, the Firelord Mercenary Group will not retreat until they are dead."
The tall man waved his hand. "Raise the flag of the Firelord Mercenary Group. Even if I die, I want to see it fluttering under the light of dawn."
"Hmph! Since that young noble wants us to hold on until dawn, then let me see how the first ray of light pierces through the heavy darkness. "Fern replied. He knew Brando's plan very well." If he can do it, I don't care if I am the leader or not. "
The Magi were stunned and looked at each other.
Two hours later.
It was the dawn.
…
"The First Ones?"
Metisha stopped and frowned. The girl held her spear and turned her horse's head. Every nerve in her body was tense as she looked at the Undead General who stood in front of the defensive line built by the undead. He was wearing a black cloak with a silver scale drawn on it. He was emitting a cold aura from head to toe. She did not know why he would suddenly say something like that. But before the era of the First Ones, there was a legend in the ancient myths. In the dark and turbulent era, the Azure Knight led the first batch of First Ones out of the Sanctuary and defeated the Twilight Dragon, which was known as the 'Final Calamity'. Then, the Year of Chaos began.
But how could the Lord be one of the First Ones?
Other than the Dragons, the bloodline of the Golden Generation had long been lost on the earth and even became a legend. Even the descendants of the Silver Ones were known as proud existences before this era. And after the era of the Dark Dragon's rampage, the bloodline was scattered on the earth. Even the survival of the Silver Ones became uncertain. How could there still be First Ones walking on the earth?
Unless Brando was a Dragon.
But the Elven girl immediately shook her head and denied this suspicion. Even if the Dragon was just a newborn, it 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 apologized in her heart. But she turned her horse's head and asked coldly, "Nonsense, what do you mean?"
Haku raised his head. The cold metal mask was half crying and half laughing, but the pair of golden eyes under the mask made Metisha feel a little strange. The Undead held the scythe motionless. The Silver Elf girl quickly blinked her eyes, afraid that she would be charmed by him. The masked man, one of the Four Knights of the Apocalypse, laughed in a low muffled voice.
"Just like what I said before, the meaning on the surface is as you understand." The Black Knight's voice was filled with a metallic echo.
"Nonsense!" Metisha looked around. The Undead General in front of her was far stronger than she imagined. But when she stopped, the mercenaries' attack also stopped. The Elven girl did not know whether to ask the Lord for reinforcements. Because of the battle between Brando and Kabias, the streets were covered in a thick layer of smoke. She did not know what happened behind the scenes, but she was worried that she would distract Brando.
But in this stalemate, the nobles' private soldiers were also not allowed to enter the city. Since that was the case, she might as well delay for a while. She bit her pale silver lower lip and said, "The Golden Bloodline has long been lost. How can there still be First Ones walking on the earth?"
Haku smiled and quietly replied, "Indeed, the First Ones were Golden Ones. But Miss Elf, you have forgotten that there is still the existence of 'The Fool'."
The Silver Fairy Princess could not help but smile: "The Dark Dragon? That's funny. You think the Lord is the Dark Dragon? What's the point of such a lie? No one will believe it. "
"It's meaningless." Haku shook his head: "But in Madara, there is a legend that says, 'The Lord of Darkness will return. He can see through the hearts of people and understand all things.' You must have heard of this ancient legend because it was passed down from the Black Prophecy of the Miirnas. They are your mortal enemies, right? "
"So what?"
"It's nothing. I just met a witch called Babasha in Fortress Riedon." Haku replied as if he did not care: "You know, the witches are more sensitive to the power of darkness than the average person."
The Silver Fairy Princess shook her head: "But you must have forgotten that the Dark Dragon was once our race's greatest enemy. Compared to the witches, I am more familiar with his aura. Not to mention, there is also a passage in the Black Prophecy that says, 'Darkness will be born from the inhuman, and the glorious people will perish in the flames.' The Lord is a human, a descendant of the Flame King Gretel. He is the descendant of the glorious people. You can't deny this, can you? "
"That's true." Haku picked up his scythe and nodded to himself.
"Stop trying to sow discord. Who are you?" The opponent did not seem to mind that she was stalling for time. Metisha felt uneasy. She had decided to attack again. If there was nothing she could do, she could only ask for the Lord's help.
A chuckle came from under the metal mask: "I remember I said that my name is Haku. Haku Tiamas Qiu Yue is my name. I am the scales of war, the just judge of the hearts of people. "
The undead general put one hand on his chest and bowed slightly.
"You are the instigator and the instigator." Metisha said coldly. She raised her spear, but the opponent was faster than her. Just as she was about to attack, Haku lowered his head as if he had seen it with his own eyes. He held the scythe on his back and swung it forward. A black light swept towards Metisha. The Fairy Princess was shocked. She clenched her teeth and retreated, but she was still hit by the end of the attack. The black light collided with the Soul Barrier around her body and exploded into a dazzling light. The airflow swept in all directions. The mercenaries nearby all retreated. The girl groaned and was also injured.
"A very strong soul power. As expected of a Silver Elf's ghost."
Haku looked at the soul fire shining around Metisha's body and replied. At the same time, he raised his hand.
The 'Bone Thorn Column' immediately moved forward. They took out the bone spears on their backs and entered an attacking stance. At the same time, the mercenaries were still being beaten up by the previous attack. They did not have time to care about anything else. Metisha, who was holding back her injuries, looked up and saw this scene. Panic flashed in her pale silver eyes. She clenched her teeth and shouted: "No —"
But the undead general had already put down his hand coldly.
There was a soft sound. The sound of the air vibrating echoed in her ears for a long time.
A row of bone spears flew into the air —
The panic in the eyes of the Silver Elf turned into determination in an instant. The little princess pressed her hand in front of her chest and shouted: "Ptyoona —!" (Ancient Elf Language: Wings of the Spirit —!)
Her voice was like a string of pleasant chimes that penetrated the entire battlefield in an instant. At the same time, everyone saw the soul fire around the young Knight's body explode in an instant. It was like a pair of huge wings that spread out. Once the soul power was spread out, it lingered in the night sky and formed layers of transparent hexagonal network against the dark background. In an instant, the entire street was under the protection of the Fairy Princess's wings. The bone spears fell from the sky and landed on the transparent crystal network. Every time they hit, there would be a burst of dazzling light. But almost every bone spear was blocked and turned into ashes in an instant.
The mercenaries looked up. The flashing light shone on their faces. But no matter what, they knew that they were saved.
Haku looked at the scene quietly. His golden eyes flashed: "Ancient Silver Elf Battle Technique —"
He smiled and leveled the scythe in his hand.
After the soul fire spread out, Metisha no longer had any protection around her —
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