Chapter 441： fire

This is a war.

The Maryland priest certainly knew that this was a war. From the beginning he knew that it was a war, but he could not understand what Gao Wen said at the moment - what is special about war?

The nobility made a declaration, according to the etiquette to submit letters, official documents and gauntlets, summoning knights and recruiting soldiers, arranging time and place, arranging, charging, fighting, arresting prisoners, exchanging interests - when necessary, glorious Duel and vows to decide everything, are these not wars?

The legendary Pioneer's sword, like the founding father, once again slashed on his knight's sword. The burning flame on the blade is almost impossible to breathe. The black blade burning with flames makes people unbearable. Living in the dark and corrupted wasteland, the flames on the blade are like the lights that illuminate the wasteland seven hundred years ago. But at this moment, the Maryland Jazz does not have any extra effort to think about these. .

It is said that after the resurrection of the founding hero, his strength has declined and he is in a temporary weak period.

It is said that this sword has completely lost its magic after seven hundred years of sleep. Today it is just a special and powerful blade made of legendary materials.

It is said that the resurrection of Gao Wen? The Duke of Cecil almost never left the territory, because the dark wounds he suffered seven hundred years ago have not healed, still can not set foot on the battlefield.

Shit.

The power of the black sword is amazingly powerful, and every slash or stab is just right. Gao Wen? Cecil's moves are almost not gorgeous, even like the most common battlefield. The soldiers are as simple and simple. In addition to some basic knight skills, the founding father has almost never used any so-called "legendary ban". However, this simple and simple way of fighting has made the Maryland Jazz frequent.

Unlike the aristocratic knights trained in strict training and stereotypes, Gao Wen? Cecil's all combat experience comes from the battlefield, from the battle with the distortion, the distortion has no knight etiquette, There are no subtle trick changes, there is nothing that can be called a routine, and the fight against inhuman things can often be reduced to the most basic sentence: hit the opponent before the enemy hits himself, and guarantee the attack power is strong enough Let the other party fail to launch a second attack.

This pure "battle" makes the Jazz very uncomfortable.

He has been fighting, fighting with various powerful enemies. It is not the first time to challenge his strong enemy in the aristocratic war. When he was young, he even annihilated the plain of the Holy Spirit with only eight family knights. The biggest exile knights - those who are cruel and ruthless, and the vows of the vows.

But obviously, this is not comparable to the magic tide of 700 years ago.

If a general from the eastern border is here, maybe he can do better than him...

Gao Wen found that he had almost completely integrated and absorbed the experience from Gao Wen Cecil. His control of this body has not yet reached the peak, but it is not much worse.

After more than a year, he finally recovered to the legend, perhaps just junior, but it is not a problem to defeat the high-ranking knight in front of him.

Just in the face of this high-ranking knight named Maryland, he couldn't help but think of another enemy he faced last year:

The fallen druid of all things, the man named Bad Windel, the former General Tifeng Wolf.

Although Bad Winder was eventually defeated by Gao Wen because of the absolute power gap, his swordsmanship, which was completely derived from the battlefield and only hammered out after the battle, still left a deep impression on the latter. The high-ranking knight in front of him is purely superior to the original Bad Wendell because he retains the complete extraordinary ability, but unfortunately the combat experience and consciousness are obviously not at a level.

It is no wonder that after all, one is the strongest "wolf general" of the Titanic Empire in a hundred years, but one is only the commander of Ansu who guards the domestic fortress. This high-ranking knight named Maryland has done a good job.

There was a layer of fog on the river, and the battle of the two superpowers warmed the nearby waters into a dense fog. Due to the deliberate control of Gao Wen, all combat impacts were confined to two ships. Outside the safe distance, even this thick fog did not spread out.

In a short moment, the Maryland jazz and the founding father of the country passed by, and a huge force oppressed him in the hand of the sword, letting his knight sword almost come out, waiting for him to regain control. However, I found that Gao Wen’s figure had been lost.

The next moment, he noticed that the surrounding fog suddenly stagnate. The fog that should have been invisible and unqualified was not known when it had been dominated by the power of the legendary Duke. It was like a steel that was "casting" into a huge cage. The armor on his body was The weight of this steel fog is cracked under the weight, and the knight sword held in the hand is gradually distorted under heavy pressure.

He struggling for a moment, then stood still, the black pioneer's sword had been pressed against his shoulder, there was no burning flame on the blade, but there was a suffocating pressure.

The thick fog dissipated, and the pressure that seemed to be cast in the steel also dissipated. The Maryland buds looked up and saw that the two ruined arcane torrents were slowly sweeping across the sky—in the torrent of Arcane. At the end, the shield of the Rock Fortress is accompanied by a burst of roaring and whistling into the sky, and the torrent of Arcane penetrates the shield that has failed. In that black, it has stood for a century. The wall of the city cuts a shocking and huge crack.

On the 2nd high ground, Philip Knight witnessed the collapse of the magic barrier of the meteorite fortress. He did not hesitate to reach the command of firing: "The target shield has disappeared, and all the artillery began to shoot!"

The single-powered "Justice-i-type" acceleration cannon and the fierce "persuader-i-type" acceleration cannons simultaneously emit deafening screams, hundreds of pale blue bullet marks once again smashing the sky, over the broad battlefield plain After that, heavy bombardment on the wall of the black fortress.

This time, all the "Skyfire" of the Cecil people finally started.

For the first time, the meteorite wall with boulder piles and metal casting gaps directly faces the power of the skyfire. The wall tiles that were originally thought to be indestructible were torn apart in an instant, bursting with broken stones and hot metal solution, still standing on A small number of soldiers on the wall began to evacuate after the shield collapsed, but some soldiers who were too late to evacuate were shaken down the wall, or directly hit by gunfire, hit by gravel shrapnel and killed on the spot, anticipating the counterattack force At the moment when the shield collapses, it has disappeared.

The knights, officers, and southern aristocrats who stayed in the city were in chaos. Even though there were still officers who were trying to maintain order and the fortress was broken, they could not turn the tide. What is even more frightening is that the two horrible energy beams are short-lived. After less than ten minutes of silence, it appeared again.

They are constantly sweeping through the sky, and the low humming sounds become something that the southern aristocrats fear more than the whistling sound of the skyfire. The beams no longer cut the walls for a long time, but they destroy the city and the walls. The upper tower, the arrow tower, the sentry tower and the upper area of ​​the castle.

All the high-rise facilities that can serve as guards are being cleaned one by one.

Viscount Marilyn and Viscount Concord ran on the outer steps of the castle, desperately trying to escape from this human purgatory.

The sound of the explosion and the call of the human voice came from all directions. The sky continued to scream and the beam of light screamed across the sky. At this moment, they once again remembered the horror memory on the gravel ridge, and more since then. Terror, more desperate wilderness escape, they have not considered the decent and basic etiquette of any nobles - all the followers have been thrown away, all dignity can be abandoned, they replaced the castle and the groom The clothes, before fleeing the room, took away all the gold, silver and gems that could be seen in the line of sight, and then ran non-stop on the ladder that seemed to never see the end.

Another burst of squeaking humming sounds from the sky, the short-skinned Mali? Viscount Olan looked back in fear, and he saw a glare of white light slowly sweeping across the towers of the upper part of the castle. Wherever the light beam is, the stone-built towers are annihilated in a series of explosions, the rest of which is turned into a "stone rain" that falls from the sky, and in a little further place, the original roof of the castle - - It was also swept away by the beam and disappeared.

Although I don’t know why the Cecils have never used the skyfire to bomb the castle area, but only use the light beam to sweep the upper layer of the castle, but the Viscounts of Marie and the Viscounts of Conci are not afraid to think about this at this time, they are the light beam The only thing that throbs the power of terror is to quickly turn around and continue to flee toward the north.

They ran across the stairs, ran across a trail, ran across the inner city that was already in chaos, and gradually approached the North Gate of the Rock Fortress - where the Cecil's offensive became slightly weak, because the straight beam was After crossing the high wall, I could not sweep the lower Beicheng District, and the Celsians’ skyfire never bombed here, but the two Viscounts still did not dare to stay.

They continued to run forward, and they began to violently gasp as they ran, and the gold and silver gems in their arms were extraordinarily heavy at the moment. These things that should have brought hope to them now consume them every time they run. The physical strength is double, but the northern wall of the fortress is already in sight.

A pungent breath broke into the nostrils of the Viscount Concord. He couldn’t help but glance at him in the middle of his run. In his sight, smoke and flames were rising from several nearby military installations. .

This is a fire that does not know where it came from... Someone set fire in the city... The mess that is in chaos and on the verge of collapse will fall into the abyss after these fires burn.

But this has nothing to do with him.

"I... I can't run anymore..." The poorly-stricken Mali, Viscount Olan, said intermittently, the atmosphere became more and more chaotic. "You... you wait for me a little... ”

Viscount Concord looked back at Mario? Viscount Olan, but he barely paused and didn't even speak.

Now, if you say a word more, you are wasting your life.

The fire in the city is getting more and more hot, and the black plume is rising from more places. It seems that there are hundreds of people who are setting fire everywhere in the inner city. The smoke is coming from all directions, stimulating the sensitive gas pipe of Viscount Concord, but He still insisted on the thick smoke, because the wall was only a few hundred meters.

Only two hundred meters.

Only one hundred meters left.

The vitality was close at hand, and the road to escape from **** was there. At this moment, even the priest, Oliver, was revived, speeding up to keep up with the pace of Viscount Concord.

In the midst of the smoke, the Viscount Concord faintly saw that there were some figures standing in front and standing on the way to the North Gate.

After running close, he finally saw the face of the figure, that is Ms. Roppini?

The woman was standing there with a slight smile on her face, gracefully looking at the two viscounts wearing the groom and the chores.

And a blond male elf who had never seen it stood beside her, not far behind them, standing with dozens of heavily armed fighters.

"The gods are on!" The Viscount Concord was shocked. Because of the influence of the smoke and his own messy thoughts, he didn't care much about the soldiers not far behind Roppene, but exclaimed, "Grande, the original You are already..."

"The Viscount of Concord, and the Viscount of Olan, Gui'an," Lopeney sighed slightly, smiling, and the words were warm and the words were clearly introduced into the ears of the two counts. "How do you see the fire today?" ?"

The appearance of Viscount Concord seemed to be stiff for a moment, and his tone was a little jittery: "You are saying this..."

Roppeni did not pay attention to him, but continued to whisper: "Is not like the one eleven years ago?"

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