Vol 3 Chapter 349

At the same time that Brando and his party were attacked, the heavy rain on the line of defense of the Cruzers was dark, and Sir Hawthorn rode the dragon with his monks through the woodland. "It's alive," he whispered. "Thanks to the Eruins, it's enough for us once!" The monks laughed in a low voice, Hawthorne. From the warm north foot of the Cruzman Erland, it is very unsuitable for the wet and cold of Ampersel this season.

Standing under the saddle, the battle dragon stands more than three meters tall and weighs half a ton of iron. It is the most common mount for heavy cavalry in this era. Every step it took, the ground seemed to tremble slightly, leaving a mud pit deep in a few inches in a muddy woodland.

They appeared here because they received reports that a light frigate of the Konollia Fleet was attacked by strangers on their way back after the Royal Eruin Fleet stopped attacking. However, the dragon cavalry of the Northern Alliance of the Eruin did not find the trace of the frigate in the relevant airspace, so it was their turn to ground troops.

Hawthorne bet that the frigate must have crashed, a group walked through the forest, and the wreckage of a burning battleship appeared in their sights. That once courageous war machine now has only a broken shelf, broken masts and wind sails scattered on the ground, and many cables are still hanging on nearby branches.

"This is the frigate that was reported to have been attacked and crashed. It's really huge." Sir Hawthorn couldn't help thinking.

"Gosh, it's the Bullshark!" Someone recognized the frigate. Can't help but screamed in surprise, "Who actually made it look like this."

"I think we'll know soon," Sir Hawthorn suddenly looked up. "铮" pulled out the sword: "There are enemies, ready to fight."

Following his roar, everyone saw a pink monster crawling out of the wreckage. The monster climbed up the fallen mast and soon reached the break. It was a giant monster that looked like a bat and a humanoid creature. It was about two or three meters tall, its forelimbs were more developed than its hind limbs, its upper arm muscles were knotted, and its head was like a bull's head. Carry a nose ring.

"It's a demon. A savage demon!" Someone pointed sharply and called the monster's name. Demon is one of the deadly enemies of the Temple of Fire. Monks and soldiers have seen these demon images in various scriptures and books.

"Fast apart!" Sir Hawthorne responded more quickly than they did.

Savage monsters are the main air force of the Sulfur River. Juvenile Savage Monsters have the strength of silver peaks, and once they reach the adult form, they have the preliminary strength of gold. The savage demon in front of Sir Hawthorne had grown a long horn, and it was clearly a real adult savage lord. Savage Lords, like many other demons, have the talent to control fire, and have several spell-like abilities described as fire.

Fireball is one of them.

As soon as the fire flashed, a group of flames had exploded in the formation of the monks in the Temple of Cruzyan, and several young monks turned into firemen. After setting off the fireball, the barbarian Lord roared on the broken mast. As if enjoying the thrill of killing, "Fuck the demon!" Sir Hawthorn couldn't help anger and rushed to the crown. He immediately ordered the sitting dragon to rush forward, and the Savage Lord's fan wings flew up from the ship, flying Throw fireballs at him one by one in the air.

But Sir Hawthorne was not afraid, as if he was walking through the flames, close enough distance. The backhand took the short spear from behind and threw forward.

The monks saw only a golden, straight line coming out of Sir Hawthorne's hands, and the next moment they hit the barbarian lord in the sky. That was the magical spear of the temple. The spearhead was sanctified, and it was the natural enemy of the devil. The short spear hit the lord of the barbarian lord, as if a drop of water rolled into the boiling oil, and a blazing white flame was burning.

I saw the savage lord screaming from the air and crashing into the mast of the battleship, his head immediately separated from the body and pulled the spine from the muscles several meters away. Suddenly he couldn't die anymore.

The monks paused for a moment before they cheered together.

Hawthorne was relieved. He looked back, and he probably knew what had happened to the Bull Shark and crashed. It seems that the speculation of Archbishop Wood is indeed correct. The demon has invaded Eruin in a big way. The devil lacks a high-level air force. The barbarian lord is already one of the elite flying troops under the river of sulfur.

But at this time, he suddenly heard someone scream: "What's that?"

Sir Hawthorne was startled, and followed the voice subconsciously. He felt the sky seemed a little brighter, the dark clouds separated in that direction, and a flaming meteorite fell from the sky and fell in a certain direction.

Then it seemed to be a reproduction of this scene. The black clouds rolled like boiling, and numerous fiery red spots appeared behind the separated clouds. Then one meteorite tore the dark clouds and fell down, and for a time, half the sky was reflected into a blood-red color.

Sir Hawthorne was completely stunned. He had estimated that the direction in which the meteorites had fallen was the main position of the Northern Alliance. After that, his heart was cold. He saw with his own eyes a meteorite that hit the Pelan above the mid-air. In a dazzling light, it turned to ashes.

At that moment Sir Hawthorne even forgot that the captain of the Konolia fleet was still on top of this flagship, in fact he had lost the ability to think at all. There is no magic circle in the sky. This is the devil's spell. It should be the top spell of the fourteenth ring—apocalypse.

A high-level demon with a prince level has entered the portal, and only one thought remains in his mind.

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"what did you say!?"

"Where are they now?" Macaroo and Overwell spoke at the same time, but they hadn't had time to say the next sentence. Suddenly, the bright light outside the camp flashed, and an exclaimation came in from outside the tent.

It seemed as if half the sky were lit outside the tent.

Something major has happened. Everyone was shocked. Shire first responded and turned to open the tent door. Then the silent red-haired girl rushed out of him, and then Antitina, Makaro and Overwell glanced at each other. Followed and went out.

As soon as they got out of the tent, everyone lost their language ability. In their field of vision, the sky in the northwest was bright. Countless meteors fell from the air like rain, and fell to the ground.

Macaro made a quick estimate and already calculated that direction was Bunuoan.

"The demon has begun to attack the northern coalition!" He concluded immediately.

"That is the doomsday wizard, the opponent has an extreme state." Overwell took a breath of air. "It is the demon lord, Martha is on. I am afraid this time will be a whole demon legion. That's even more recorded! "

Everyone knows the last time he said it, and that time, a kingdom similar to Eruin's complete destruction was turned into scorched earth. Millions of lives have completely disappeared under the scourge of demons. In fact, it is no longer a war, but a massacre and disaster.

It is a scar in Warnde's history that will never be smoothed.

But this time seems to be the turn of the ancient kingdom of Eruin.

All the Eruins had to be punished for what they had done wrong, and everyone couldn't help raising this thought. But it was the kingdom's lone wolf who first reacted. "Marcaro!" He shouted.

"I know, Overwell, I made a mistake," Macaro suddenly realized his mistake. Although he originally planned to let the northern coalition forces serve as cannon fodder, now he suddenly finds that he has miscalculated the power of the demon. The situation is now very clear. If the two sides cannot unite, neither of them can fight against such a demon army. In fact, even if united, there is little hope.

"We must immediately find a way to support those Yankees." Macaroo gritted his teeth and said, "After the spell, the demon will definitely launch a ground attack. Those Yankees and Cruzs will definitely not be able to support them. Once they retreat, the entire Eruin is finished. . "

Overwell nodded, but angrily in his heart. This is a good thing that the Cruzians and the Temple of the Yan did, and now he finally understands why Brando had such a big fire at first, not even extorting the other side of the temple.

Now I want to come, if I change to him, I guess it would be better without breaking the temple on the spot.

"But what about Lord Lord and Her Royal Highness?" Antitina suddenly said, "They are still surrounded by demons."

Overwell and Macaroo froze for a moment, as if they had forgotten the problem. "Where are they now, did Brando say anything?" Overwell asked.

"According to Lord Lord, they should be in several low mountains near the west of Machenko. The hawks sealed their retreat. They had to retreat north. Lord Lord asked us to send the Royal Fleet to meet Her Royal Highness. Open a way for them. "Charles said.

"I said long ago that they shouldn't take risks by themselves," Makaro sneered angrily. "His Royal Highness is also by her own temperament, she should have expected the situation now. This is good, demon They are attacking us, and we are even struggling to fight them, and we have to find a way to rescue them? "

"But besides Brando, who else is more familiar to us here? Your Royal Highness is willing to take risks. This is a noble act. I think you just have no brain, but you did n’t expect the honor of the noble. Give up. "Kingdom's lone wolf sarcastically sharply.

"what did you say?"

"Well, don't make a noise!" Antitina stood up and interrupted the two, her brows curled together. "What else did Lord Lord say?" She asked Charles, and she didn't think Brando was the one to order so rashly.

"Actually Lord Lord has other plans. He wants us to notify Lord Wood and let the Cruzers cooperate with us." Charles said.

"What does he want to do?" Macaroo sharply raised his eyebrows, his eyes sharply looking at the young wizard.

What he wants to do.

Wood also wanted to know this. The demon had launched an attack on the Bunaoan area. To put it nicely, the northern coalition was losing ground, but it was actually a sign of collapse. This is an army that has been defeated in the past and has lost morale long ago. It is now the Temple of Fire supporting the position in death, but also suffered heavy casualties under the blow of the doomsday spell.

The Konollia fleet almost completely died immediately. Admiral Robbins sinks with the Perran, and the White Wing Knights are more than half injured. A large number of high-level demons appeared on the position, and even more sinister, a Georgian army was also fighting with the demons.

The earliest discovery of this information was a stone statue of a northern coalition mountain infantry recovered by scout cavalry on the battlefield. That was obviously not a sculpture, but a masterpiece of Medusa.

"Cruzes can support for up to three hours. After a long time, we will lose the last soldier. And you should know what the Northern Alliance is like." A Templar said to the young mage in front of him "We need support."

Wood actually knew each other, the young generation of wizards, the geniuses of the Paros family.

"We can support you, in fact our army is already on the road. But after that, we still can't stop the demon's attack. You know our situation," Charles replied.

The Templar could not help but remain silent.

"So how long can it be blocked?" Wood asked.

"Up to a day."

"Can we still open another Flame Puppet and ask for support from the main hall of the Temple of Fire?" Charles asked.

"It's impossible, we don't have enough materials on hand," a Templar retorted, "building a portal is not a simple task."

Wood groaned for a moment: "So what does your Lord Lord think?"

Charles nodded. "That being the case, we may have one more chance left."

"a chance?"

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Brando managed to lead the remaining twelve Lantonilan knights out of the dark mist, and when they saw the surrounding scene, they found that it was in a valley to the north. The valley was rainy and misty, and not far away was an open forest clearing. There was a group of Enric horses grazing on the green grass among the clearing. If they're not wrong, those are the war horses they thought they had lost.

Count Odin and the Princess followed him from right to right, surprised by the strange scene in front of him.

"Oh my God, what's going on?" The Cavaliers couldn't help but marvel.

Her Royal Highness did not ask, but she cast her doubtful gaze on Brando. Now that Brando can lead them away from the hawks and walk out of the dark mist, naturally they should know what the mystery behind all of this is.

But Brando was actually looking around. The whole valley was shrouded in torrents of rain. The surrounding scenery didn't look much different from other places in the Antik Mountains, but there was a subtlety in his mind at this moment. a feeling of.

"Who is helping me?" He asked.

Everyone saw Lin Zhong suddenly walk out of an old lady wearing a black robe and carrying her body around. She saw Brando and gave a respectful salute. The trembling movement made people suspect that she would fall at any time.

Brando was startled. "Ah, it's you!" He had recognized that the wrinkled old woman was the old witch Barbassa he had extorted once in Rittenberg, but he never dreamed that he would meet each other here.

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