Chapter 485

The crossed lightning chain carries the breath of destruction, entangles Quinn's body, and penetrates the white gold armor.

A burning smell permeated the snow environment of the city wall.

Quinn looked at the old lizard man not far away, and a sarcastic color appeared in his eyes, allowing a slight sense of paralysis to invade his nerves.

The slender body jumped up high, straight legs crossed the sickle like trace, kicked the flowing blood divine power shield, forcibly interrupted the lizard man's casting, and then somersaulted back and stepped on the snow.

"The shadow of wallow will be the last thing you see!"

Oh!

When the old lizard man was in the spiritual shock of spell failure, wallow stretched out a curved claw and grabbed the ugly and pale face.

The sharp beak pecked at the top of the head, the green blood overflowed, and the skull cracked.

"Meditation, aim!"

Quinn knelt on one knee and put a silver crossbow on his right arm. His cold eyes ignored the dancing snowflakes and firmly locked the enemy's key.

Buzz!

A flash of cold light flashed into the lizard man's neck and passed through the body, bringing up flesh and blood fragments.

"No!!!... I'm just... Dead!?"

The dripping blood flowed into the turbid eyes, North fell to the ground, the breath of life dispersed, and his strong body smashed pieces of snow.

Before the darkness came, he saw the fortress of fosbairo. I didn't know when it started, and flames were everywhere.

The red radiance permeated half of the sky, and even the falling snowflakes seemed to ignite flames and bake the cold weather.

"The corker tribe... It's over!"

Dong!

The head fell into the snow, and the green blood sputtered out melted the snow, leaving mottled marks.

Quinn picked up his head, pinned it to his waist, and stood up gently,

The wallow flying in the air came to her and grabbed the White Gold shoulder guard. Its sharp beak and claws were covered with blood. The excitement of successful hunting made its body tremble slightly.

Quinn tilted her head and looked at the golden pupils stretched over her shoulders. She caressed wallow's blue feathers with pity. The happy light twinkled in her eyes. She couldn't help smiling.

They have always been so inseparable, close, life and death.

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The war continues.

Even if the shaman priest who led the tribe is lost, the lizard Legion still has the power to resist, which is based on the tens of thousands of lizard soldiers and jackal soldiers in fosbairo fortress.

The blazing flame burns around the fortress, melting the falling snowflakes, and also reflects the trend of the lizard Legion.

The main ship scouts occupying the city wall followed the incoming soldiers of the noxas corps and surrounded and suppressed them with the advantage of wall piers and sentry towers.

"Ha, ridiculous! Losing the scouts' Legion is tantamount to losing eyes and ears."

In the rear camp, dreus looked out at the fort fosbairo caught in the wave of fire and blood and whispered softly.

"Now, embrace the flames of war!"

Dreus took a few steps forward, his pupils filled with high spirits of war.

"Send orders to Craig, Gregory and vosmann to lead the NOx cavalry to block the East, West and north gates respectively to prevent the defeated soldiers from fleeing the fortress."

"Herald Timo, cooperate with the shadow stream disciples to clean all the middle and low-level officers of the enemy. I want to see chaos come."

"Send orders to Thain and ergat to set an ambush at the South Gate of the fortress." dreus turned and looked at the Trifari Legion soldiers on his side, with a touch of bloodthirsty on his mouth.

"Show these guys the power of Knox!"

Dada! Dada! Dada!

On a cold and snowy night, a herald rode on a crimson war horse and sank into the pale snow. The horse's hooves trampled and splashed several snowflakes.

In addition, there are dense twisted shadows in the camp, which disappear into the night one after another, flickering and disappearing in fosbairo fortress.

Flames burn and snowflakes dance.

The lizard soldiers and jackal soldiers in the fortress jumped at the enemy bravely. Even in today's difficult situation, they can't quench the mood of killing and kill the enemy bravely at all costs.

But those middle and low-level officers could not see any hope. The lightning above the city wall disappeared, and the familiar breath of life went out.

The rest of the struggle and fighting also stopped in a short time. They know what this means.

Leaving the battlefield of death, the fortress of fosbairo, the province of heimu and the familiar jungle are their only expectations.

Hissing and roaring continued to sound, shaking the falling snowflakes, and the thick blood poured out of the muddy road.

The fighting time opened, and the middle and low-level officers led their lizard soldiers and jackal soldiers to rush to the open city gate.

Near the city gate, lizard soldiers took the lead in jumping over the ruins and buildings to the edge of the city wall.

Through the dim starlight, they saw that at the gate was the formation of the Knox army. Black armor and solid shield are covered with a layer of white, with cold light. The sharp blade points at them from a distance.

The pace of progress slowly stagnated, and the heavy breath blew white fog.

The atmosphere of silence fell. The lizard soldiers and the Jackal soldiers looked at each other. Their ferocious smiles showed their ugly faces. Their strong lower limbs trampled on the ground. They held high their weapons and killed the Knox army fearlessly.

Boom!

The dark passage of the city wall, the green torrent and the iron Legion collide with each other, dull and full of killing intention, stirring the waves of death at the starting point.

Wheeze! Wheeze! Wheeze!

In the shadow, the sharp dagger crossed the lizard centurion's neck, the scales were broken, and the green blood like a fountain fell on the ground.

"Er, er... Er..." the head turned slightly, and the black figure in the fire was reflected in the fear eyes of the lizard Centurion.

Dong!

In the middle of the street, strong scaly bodies fell to the ground, and the lizard team who wanted to go to the west gate fell into chaos.

They lose command. Are they moving forward or backward?

As a last resort, with the help of the burning flame, these lizard soldiers found another team and followed the surging crowd.

Chaos continued to unfold in fosbairo fortress. Shadow stream disciples and main ship scouts attacked frantically and slaughtered middle and low-level officers.

Even the powerful lost their due vigilance in the bloody war, and the success of accurate assassination caused chaos in the koker tribe.

The Knox corps at the East, West and north gates of the great wall are like hard stones, firmly guarding the passage and preventing any soldiers from leaving.

Looking down from the sky, the bright fire shines.

Countless lizard soldiers and jackal soldiers began to rush to the South Gate of the fortress. The shadow flow disciples and the main ship scouts hiding in the dark followed the team and silently cleaned up those who left halfway.

Some of the remaining lizard officers seem to have noticed something wrong, but they can't tell. Coupled with the fishy smell in the air, the surging desire for survival of the soul slowly occupies most of their thoughts.

They command their subordinates... They can't tell which team is their subordinates. In their field of vision, they are all desperate lizard soldiers and jackal soldiers. No one listens to their command and runs to the invisible city gate channel relying on their instinctive desire.