At the same time when Brendel's party was attacked, the Kirrlutz's defense line was dark and heavy rain was pouring down. Sir Hawthorne rode his War Dragon through the forest with his monk soldiers. "What the hell." He grumbled in a low voice, "Lucky for those Aouine people to be able to endure this weather, it's enough for us!" The monk soldiers laughed in a low voice. Hawthorne was from the warm northern foothills of Cruz Mount Merlan. He was very uncomfortable with the damp and cold of Ampere Seale in this season.
The dragon under the saddle was more than three meters tall, and the iron armor on its body weighed half a ton. It was the most common mount for heavy cavalry in this era. With every step it took, the ground seemed to tremble slightly, leaving a mud pit several inches deep in the muddy woodland.
The reason why they were here was because they received a report that a corvette of the Konolia fleet was attacked by strange creatures on the way back after the Erouine Royal Fleet stopped attacking. However, the Dragon Cavalry of the Erouine Northern Coalition Army did not find any trace of the corvette in the relevant airspace, so it was their turn to send their ground troops.
Hawthorne was willing to bet that the corvette must have crashed. The group passed through the forest, and a burning wreckage of a warship appeared in front of them. The once majestic war machine was now only a broken frame, broken masts and sails were scattered on the ground, and even many cables were still hanging on the nearby branches.
"This is the corvette that was reported to have been attacked and crashed. What a huge thing." Sir Hawthorne couldn't help but think.
"Oh my God, it's the Bullshark!" Someone recognized the corvette and couldn't help but cry out in surprise, "Who on earth made it look like this?"
"I think we'll know soon," Sir Hawthorne suddenly raised his head and pulled out his sword, "There's an enemy, get ready to fight."
Following his roar, everyone saw a pink monster suddenly crawling out from the wreckage of the warship. The monster climbed up the fallen mast and quickly reached the broken part. It was a giant monster that looked like both a bat and a humanoid creature. It was about two to three meters tall, and its forelimbs were more developed than its hind limbs. Its upper arms were muscular, and it had a bull-like head on its neck. It also had a nose ring.
"It's a Devil, a Reckless Devil!" Someone with sharp eyes called out the monster's name at a glance. Demons were one of the archenemies of the Holy Cathedral of Fire. The soldier monks had seen images of these demons in various scrolls and books.
"Spread out!" Sir Hawthorne reacted faster than they did.
The Brute Devils were the main air force of the Sulfur River. Young Brute Devils had the strength of a pinnacle Silver rank, and once they reached adulthood, they would have the strength of a beginner Gold rank. And the Brute Demon in front of Sir Hawthorne had already grown long horns. It was clearly a genuine adult Brute Demon Overlord. Brute Demon Overlords, like many other Demons, had the innate ability to control flames. They had several flame spell-like abilities.
The Fireball Spell was one of them.
With a flash of fire, a ball of flame had already exploded in the formation of the soldier monks of Cruz's Holy Cathedral of Fire, and several young soldier monks suddenly turned into flaming men. After releasing the fireball, the Brute Demon Overlord let out a roar on the broken mast, as if it was enjoying the pleasure of killing. "Damn Demon!" Sir Hawthorne couldn't help but be furious. He immediately ordered the War Dragon to speed up. The Brute Demon Overlord flapped its wings and flew up from the ship, flying into the air and throwing fireballs at him one after another.
But Sir Hawthorne was not afraid. It was as if he was walking through the flames, and when he got close enough, he When he was close enough, he took a short spear from behind him and threw it forward.
The soldier monks only saw a straight golden line fly out from Sir Hawthorne's hand, and the next moment, it hit the Brute Demon Overlord in the sky. It was a special magic spear of the Holy Cathedral. The spearhead had been sanctified and was the natural enemy of Demons. When the short spear hit the wings of the Brute Demon Overlord, it was like a drop of water rolling into boiling oil. With a crash, a blazing white flame burned fiercely.
The Brute Demon Overlord screamed and fell from mid-air, hitting the broken mast of the warship. Its head was immediately separated from its body, and its spine was pulled a few meters away from its muscles. It couldn't be more dead.
The soldier monks were stunned for a moment before they let out a cheer in unison.
Hawthorne also breathed a sigh of relief. He turned his head, and in his heart, he probably already knew what the attack on the Bullshark was that caused it to crash. It seemed that Archbishop Wood's guess was right. The Demons had invaded Erouine on a large scale. The Demons lacked an advanced air force, and the Brute Demon Overlord was already one of the best elite flying troops under the Sulfur River.
But it was at this time that he suddenly heard someone scream, "What is that?"
Sir Hawthorne was startled and subconsciously turned his head to follow the voice. He felt that the sky seemed to brighten slightly. The layers of dark clouds in that direction parted, and a flaming meteorite fell from the sky and fell in a certain direction.
Then, as if it was a copy of this scene, the black clouds rolled as if boiling, and countless fiery red spots appeared behind the separated clouds. Then meteorites tore through the dark clouds and fell, and for a time, half of the sky was reflected in a blood-red color.
Sir Hawthorne was completely stunned. He had already estimated that the meteors were falling in the direction of the main position of the Northern Coalition Army. It's over. His heart was cold. He saw with his own eyes a meteor hit the Perrin in the distance in mid-air. The Kirrlutz flagship turned into ashes in a dazzling light at that time.
At that moment, Sir Hawthorne even forgot that the captain of the Konolia fleet was still on the flagship. In fact, he had lost the ability to think at all. There was no magic array in the sky. This was the curse of the Demons. It should be the top fourteen-circle spell – Doomsday.
A high-grade Demon of the Lord level entered the portal. This was the only thought left in his mind.
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"What did you say!?"
"Where are they now?" Makarov and Oberwei spoke at the same time, but they did not have time to continue. Suddenly, a bright light flashed outside the camp, and a cry of alarm came from outside the tent.
Half of the sky outside the tent seemed to have lit up.
Something big had happened. Everyone was shocked. The Shire was the first to react and turned to open the tent door. Then, the red-haired girl who had been silent all this time rushed out from beside him, followed by Amandina. Makarov and Oberwei looked at each other and followed out.
Once they walked out of the tent, everyone suddenly lost the ability to speak. In their field of vision, they could only see that the sky in the northwest was brightly lit. Countless meteors fell from the sky like rain, crashing to the ground.
Makarov quickly calculated that the direction was Bunuo 'an.
"The Demons have begun to attack the Northern Coalition Army!" He immediately came to a conclusion.
"That's Doomsday, the enemy has an Ultimate Wizard." Oberwei sucked in a breath of cold air: "It's a Demon Lord, Martha above. This time, there will be an entire Demon Army, more than the last time recorded in history!"
Everyone knew which time he was talking about. That time, a kingdom similar in size to Erouine was completely destroyed and turned into scorched earth. Under the Demons' rampage, millions of lives were completely wiped out. In fact, it was no longer a war, but a massacre and disaster.
It was a scar in the history of Wohnde that would never be erased.
But this time, it seemed that it was the ancient kingdom of Aouine's turn.
What did Erouine's people do wrong to deserve such a punishment? Everyone could not help but have this thought in their minds. But the kingdom's Lone Wolf was the first to react. "Makarov!" He yelled.
"I know, Oberwei, I made a mistake." Makarov also suddenly realized his mistake. Although he originally wanted the Northern Coalition Army to be cannon fodder, he suddenly realized that he had misjudged the strength of the Demons. The situation now was very clear. If the two sides did not unite, neither side would be able to fight against such an army of Demons. In fact, even if they united, there was little hope.
"We must immediately find a way to support the Northerners." Makarov gritted his teeth: "After the spell, the Demons will definitely launch a ground attack. The Northerners and Cruz's people will definitely not be able to hold on. Once they retreat, Erouine will be finished. "
Oberwei nodded, but his heart was filled with anger. This was all done by Cruz and the Holy Cathedral of Fire. He finally understood why Brando was so angry and did not even give the Holy Cathedral any face and ruthlessly extorted a large sum of money from them.
Now that he thought about it, if it was him, it would be great if he did not break off relations with the Holy Cathedral on the spot.
"But what about the Lord and Her Highness?" Amandina suddenly said: "They are still surrounded by the Demons."
Oberwei and Makarov were stunned. They seemed to have forgotten about this problem. "Where are they now? Did Brando say anything?" Oberwei asked.
"According to the Lord, they should be in the mountains near the west of Mt. Marchenko. The Harpies have sealed off their retreat, and they have no choice but to retreat to the north. The Lord ordered us to send the Royal Fleet to support the Princess and open a path for them." The Shire said.
"I already said that they should not have put themselves in danger." Makarov snorted in annoyance. "Her Highness also has her own temperament. She should have expected this situation. Look at this, the Demons are attacking us, and we have to think of a way to save them when we are barely able to defend ourselves? "
"But other than Brando, who else here is more familiar with Jorgendy Ridge? The Princess is willing to put herself in danger, this is a noble action. Makarov, I thought you were just brainless, but I didn't expect you to give up the honor of being a noble. "The Kingdom's Lone Wolf sneered.
"What did you say?"
"That's enough, stop arguing!" Amandina stood up and interrupted the two of them. Her brows were furrowed into a knot. "What else did the Lord say?" She asked The Shire. She felt that Brando was not someone who would give orders so rashly.
"Actually, the Lord has other plans. He wants us to inform Archbishop Wood and let Cruz cooperate with us." The Shire said.
"What does he want to do?" Makarov raised his eyebrows and looked sharply at the young wizard.
What does he want to do?
Wood also wanted to know. The Demons had already launched an attack on the Bunuo region. To put it nicely, the Northern Alliance was retreating, but it was just a sign of collapse. This was an army that had already been defeated, and they had already lost their morale. Now it was the Holy Cathedral of Fire that was holding on, but they also suffered heavy casualties under the attack of doomsday spells.
Konolia's fleet was almost completely wiped out. Admiral Earl Robbins and the Perrin sank together, and more than half of the White Wing Knight Regiment were killed. A large number of high-grade Demons appeared in the battlefield, and even more dangerous was that an army of Jorgendy Ridge was also fighting with the Demons.
The first to discover this information was a group of stone statues of the Northern Alliance's Mountain Infantry that the scouts found on the battlefield. It was obviously not a sculpture, but a masterpiece of Medusa.
"Cruz can only hold on for three more hours. After half a day, we will lose the last soldier. And you should know what the Northern Alliance is like. "A Holy Knight replied to the young wizard in front of him." We need support. "
Wood actually knew the other party, the famous young wizard of the Pylos family, The Shire.
"We can support you. In fact, our army is already on the way. But after that, we still can't stop the Demons' attack. You know our situation. "The Shire replied.
The Holy Knight couldn't help but be silent.
"So how long can we hold on?" Wood asked.
"One day at most."
"Can we still open another Door of Flame and ask for support from the headquarters of the Holy Cathedral of Fire?" The Shire asked.
"That's impossible, we don't have enough materials on hand." A Holy Knight retorted, "It's not a simple matter to build a portal."
Wood pondered for a moment and asked, "So, what does your lord think?"
The Shire nodded, "In that case, we may still have a chance left."
"A chance?"
… …
Brando finally led the remaining twelve Lantonilan Knight out of the pervasive black fog. When they saw the surrounding scenery, they found that they were already in a valley in the north. The valley was cloudy with rain and fog, and not far ahead was an open space in the forest. On the green grass in the open space, there was a group of Arreck horses eating grass with their heads down. If they were not mistaken, those were the warhorses they thought they had lost earlier.
Count Audine and Her Royal Highness followed him on his left and right. They were so surprised by the strange scene in front of them that they were speechless.
"Oh my God, what the hell is going on?" The Knight couldn't help but exclaim.
Although Her Royal Highness didn't ask, she also cast a puzzled look at Brando. Since Brando could lead them to get rid of the Harpies and walk out of the black fog, he should naturally know what the mystery behind all this was.
But Brando was also carefully observing the surroundings. The whole valley was shrouded in the sound of the rain, and the surrounding scenery didn't look much different from other places in the Arreck Mountains. But he had a subtle feeling in his heart at the moment.
"May I ask who helped?" He couldn't help but ask.
Everyone saw a stooped old woman in a black robe suddenly walk out of the forest. When she saw Brando, she bowed respectfully. Her trembling movements made people think that she would fall at any time.
Brendel, however, was shocked. "Ah, it's you!" He had already recognized this wrinkled old woman as the old witch Babasha that he had blackmailed in Fortress Riedon, but he never dreamed that he would meet her here.
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