Vol 2 Chapter 155

Day 155: Daybreak (8)

A beam of magical light penetrates the darkness and rises to the sky—

The light illuminates the vast ground, and the edges of the light change above the ruins, drawing the outline of the ruins remaining at the south gate of Fircheng.

The indifferent face and the stiff lines of the head of the Great Fire Corps Fern continued to change under the outline of this light. The tall man staggered his hands on the hilt of a demon head, and stood still. In the night, his eyes stared straight ahead—the forest on the horizon seemed to form a faint line of ink in the dark, and the mist formed a thin layer of night slugs, but the other side of darkness gradually came in a row The sound of footsteps, rustling, from near to far-like footsteps from hell.

But it was a huge army marching in uniform.

The head of a **** and beautiful maid with a fire-like long hair was actually not right. Fern had never been an Eruin knight at that moment. But there was a long scar on his neck. It was a memory from the past-he was actually a retired cavalry and had fought with Madara in Karasu. So he closed his eyes and could almost judge the source of that cricket sound from the depths of his soul.

Like the ocean of Madara, the endless, endless army of skeletons. The sound of footsteps in rows and rows of bones and racks fell on his heartstrings.

There were red fires in the darkness, more and more, erratic behind the fog like ghost fires. The mercenaries picked up the weapons at their hands and stood up solemnly from the ruins. Behind a fortification built temporarily on the ruins, there are more and more people, people move, no one speaks, the sound seems to be engulfed by the approaching, drumming pace, everyone is holding their breath and watching this scene:

The undead army emerged little by little from the darkness.

Someone came to Fern. They were members of the Battlefield of Fire. It even includes several wizards in the Battlefield Fire. In the past, they have always played the role of the mercenary's brain-but this battle is not worth fighting, they have been hesitating . The key issue is whether they will offend the young Viscount. But at this moment, when they saw the skeleton army that overflowed the earth like a tide from the darkness, they felt indifferent.

That's Madara, the bright roses and thorns in the dark, representing an irresistible momentum, as if the breath of death that everyone will eventually face--

"Head?" The wizard asked in a low voice under his hood, showing half a pale face.

Fern said nothing.

"Leader, there are thousands of them," he whispered. "We add the others, but we are only in our early 200s. Besides, people outside the regimen cannot trust at all, do we really want to say a word? It ’s here to fight these bones? Even the brothers? ”

"Can you run there?" The tall man turned his head and glanced at him lightly: "I know their habits better than you. The city is now surrounded by all sides-I learned a lesson in Karasu That is, never try to guess how many undead are, because it will always be more than you think. "

He looked up and looked forward: "However, although there are a lot of them, they are all low-level bone racks. They have just been called out of the cemetery, and they will naturally recede as long as they persist in the day."

"Leader?"

Fern raised a hand to interrupt his wizard's words: "Now our only hope is that young adult. The existence of two golden first-orders is enough to lead us out of the encirclement; send a magic signal to tell the adult He, for two hours, the Battlefield Fire never died— "

The tall man waved his hand: "Go and raise the banner of the war group, even if it is dead, I will see it fluttering in the morning light-"

"Huh! Now that the young aristocracy made me persist until dawn, let me see how this first beam of light penetrated the heavy darkness--" Fern replied, knowing Brando's plans in his heart Ming Ming: "If he can do it, it doesn't matter if I am the leader."

The wizards froze and looked down at each other.

After two hours.

It's daybreak-

...

"Ancestors?"

Metisha frowned as soon as she stopped. The girl turned the horse's head with a spear and tightened every nerve in her body. She watched vigilantly before the line of defense built by the undead, struck a black cloak, and the cloak was painted with a silver scale, and the body was exuding cold air Undead general. She didn't know why the other person suddenly said such a thing. But before the era of co-ruling sages, there was indeed a legend spread among ancient myths-In the dark and turbulent era, the Azure Knight led the first ancestors out of the shelter and defeated the The dragon of twilight, called the 'final disaster', only then began the year of chaos-

But how can Lord Lord be an ancestor?

In addition to the Dragons, the people of the golden generation have long lost their blood on the earth, and have even become a legend. Even descendants of silver have been called proud before this age. After the era of the dark dragon raging, the blood was scattered on the earth, and even the survival of the silver family became erratic. How could the ancestors walk on the earth?

Unless Brando is a dragon.

But the elf girl immediately shook her head to deny this suspicion. Even if the larvae were just born, they would not weaken into the Lord Lord. Despite this, the girl suddenly felt sorry for Brando. She blushed and hurriedly said sorry in her heart. But she turned her head and asked coldly, "What nonsense?"

Bai looked up, half-crowned and smiled on the frosty metal mask, but a pair of golden flame-colored eyes under the mask made Vettel feel vaguely-the undead holding a sickle motionless-the silver elf girl hurriedly blinked Look at your eyes for fear of being charmed by the other party. The mask man, one of the four apocalyptic knights, smiled in a sigh of relief:

"It's like what I said, on the surface, as you understand it." The black knight's voice was filled with a metal echo.

"Nonsense!" Metissa looked around. The undead general in front of her was far more powerful than her imagination, but she stopped, and the mercenaries' offensive was stagnant. The elf girl wasn't sure if she wanted to ask the lord for support. On the street, a thick layer of smoke was formed because of the battle between Brando and Kabes. She didn't know what happened behind her, but she was worried because of herself. Distract Brando.

But under the stalemate, noble personal soldiers are not allowed to enter the inner city, since it is better to delay time. She bit her pale silver lower lip. "The blood of gold has long been lost, and there are ancestors walking on the ground."

Bai smiled slightly, and he quietly replied, "It is true that the ancestors were all people of gold, but Miss Elf, you forgot—there is the existence of the" Fool "."

The silver elf princess couldn't help but smile a little: "Dark Dragon? Funny, do you think Lord Lord is the Dark Dragon? Does such a lie make sense? No one will believe it-"

"It doesn't make sense," Bai shook his head. "But in Madara, there is a legend circulating, 'The Lord of Darkness will come back, it will see the hearts of people, and clarify all things-'. You must have heard of this ancient Legend, because it spread from the Dark Prophecy of the Mines, are they your rivals? "

"so what?"

"It's nothing, I just met a witch called Barbasa in Ridenburg," Bai replied, seemingly indifferently. "You know, witches are always more sensitive to the power of darkness than the average person."

The silver elf girl shook her head: "But you probably forgot that the Dark Dragon was once our biggest enemy. Compared to witches, I know the atmosphere of each other better than them; not to mention the dark prophecy," Darkness It will be born out of immortals, the honorable people will disappear from the flame '. Lord Lord is a human being, the descendant of Gilt, the lord of the flames, after the honorable people-you cannot deny this ? "

"That's right." Bai picked up the sickle, nodded on his shoulders and thoughtfully.

"Stop provoking alienation, who are you?" The other party didn't seem to care about her delaying time, and Mattissa felt anxious subconsciously. She has decided to attack again, and if she is still powerless, she can only ask the Lord Lord for support.

There was a chuckle under the metal mask: "I remember I said, my name is Bai. Bai Tiamas. Qiu Yue is my name, I am the scale of war, and a just judge of the heart-"

The undead general placed a hand on his chest and bowed slightly.

"Is it the instigator and the instigator," Medisa said coldly, raising her spear-but did not expect the other party to move faster than her, she was just preparing to start, and her head was white as if to see To the same. He waved forward with the sickle behind his hand, and a black mang swept towards Metissia. The elf princess retreated in surprise, but was still swept by the end. When the black light collided with the spiritual shield around her body, a dazzling light burst out. The air swept around and the mercenaries approached. Backing away, the young girl groaned and suffered minor injuries.

"Strong soul power, worthy of being the ghost of the Silver Elf-"

Bai looked at the glowing soul fire around Metissa's body, and said so. At the same time he raised his hand backwards.

The "Bone Spines" column was instructed to move forward immediately, and they removed the bone spear behind them and entered an attacking posture. At the same time, the mercenaries were being beaten up by the previous attacks and had no time to care. Holding on to the injury, Meditha lifted her head to see the scene, a flash of panic flashed in her pale silver eyes, and she gritted her teeth and shouted, "No--"

The undead general has put down his hands coldly.

A loud cry, the sound of air vibration echoed to the ear for a long time.

A row of bone spears flew out of nowhere--

The panic in the eyes of the silver elf girl became decisive at once. The little princess pressed her hand on her chest and shouted, "ptyoona——!"

Her voice was like a pleasant wind bell ringing through the battlefield in an instant, and at the same time, everyone saw the fire of the soul surrounding the girl knight burst out in an instant-it was like It is a pair of huge wings spreading out. Once the power of the soul is spread, it lingers into the night, and forms a layer of transparent hexagonal networks under the dark background. In a flash, the entire street is fully incorporated into the elven girl. Under his wing's protection, the bone spear that fell from the sky fell on these transparent crystal nets, and every time they hit, a dazzling light spot burst, but almost every bone spear was stopped and turned into fly ash in an instant.

The mercenaries raised their heads, their faces shone brightly, but in any case, they understood that they were saved.

Bai looked at the scene quietly, and his golden eyes flickered: "Silver elves ancient combat skills-"

He smiled and leveled the sickle in his hand.

After the fire of the soul opened, there was no protection around Metissa—