Handing the battle report to Evie, Todd lowered his head and began to think.

Counting the time, the defeat of the Froststone army should have been a week ago.

The defeat of the attack on the capital of Ulster, the crushing of the Cúthalyn tyrant form, is bound to seriously damage the morale of the major war groups.

It is not difficult to guess the direction of the battle after that, the Ulster army took this opportunity to counterattack aggressively, the Connaughts followed behind their allies to take advantage of the opportunity, and all the Froststone warbands could do at the moment was to take the remnants of the army, abandon the territory they had captured, retreat to the nearest stronghold, the Junka Fortress, and turn to a defensive posture.

Thinking of all this, Todd straightened up and said to Evie, "I must go to Junka Fortress. ”

Evie took the battle report into her bosom and said as she walked towards the temple, "Wait for me, I'll go with you, I'll go and fetch my griffon now." ”

Halfway through, Evie turned to Todd and said, "What about Alfonso?

"No, let him and the Guards Knights stay in Froststone......" Todd pondered for a moment, then suddenly said, "Take Randall and let him go with us to the battlefield." ”

Evie stared at Todd for a moment, then finally nodded.

The huge figure of the black dragon, in the worship of tens of thousands of believers in Froststone City, slowly rose into the air, followed by four manned griffins, and flew towards the battlefield in the north.

Flying over verdant forests and babbling rivers, over golden fields and tranquil lakes, Todd finally saw the outline of the Junka Fortress.

Built by the Ulsters, this fortress is perched above a mountain gorge and is the last bastion on the way to the capital of the Ulster.

It is no longer possible to imagine that the fortress is now in the hands of Froststone, and that Ulster and Connaught, a coalition of two kingdoms with a total of more than 10,000 men, are launching wave after wave of attacks on the Junka fortress.

The world is like this, life is like a play.

Ackerman, covered in blood and with a terrible wound on his face, dodging the arrows flying overhead, pressed the wound on Casper's chest with his hand, and shouted loudly: "Brother, look at me, look at me! Damn it! Don't close your eyes!"

Caspar, a knight who had once been a soldier of the Holy Acropolis, had once renounced his faith and sunk into battle, but now he was smiling happily in the face of death.

Looking at the wound pressed by both hands, still bubbling with blood, Ackerman's face no longer had the usual cynicism and playfulness, and he shouted with all his strength: "Casper!

"My life is really interesting, abandoned by my motherland, betrayed by my superiors, and even God no longer gives me hope......" Casper's mouth was blistering with blood: "I never thought that during the days when I was in hell, when I became a beast in order to survive, I would encounter the last ray of light in my life." ”

Ackerman shouted with red eyes, "Stop talking!

Caspar grabbed Ackerman's arm and said with a smile, "I am not afraid or sad now, my soul will return to the arms of the gods." Believe me, brother, when I get to that heaven, I will listen to you......"

The light in Casper's eyes gradually dimmed, and his voice became lower and lower: "I will follow your persuasion, try to smile more, and talk more......"

Casper's eyes slowly closed, and his palms hung limply.

Unable to believe what was in front of him, Ackerman let out a heart-wrenching yell. He fell to his knees, grief-stricken, and as he clung to Casper's body, he buried his head deep in his chest, trembling profusely.

After a moment, Ackerman no longer trembled, he silently put down the corpse in his hand, picked up the long sword beside him, and walked towards the battled city with a blank face.

Pushing away the warrior in front of him, Ackerman rushed to the city with a long sword in hand, and stabbed with both hands, sending the sharp blade into the enemy's chest.

Kicking the piercing enemy from the wall with a single kick, and with a short axe reflected in his eyes, Ackerman did not dodge it, and took the blow with his shoulder.

Listening to the sound of his shoulder blades shattering, Ackerman slashed his sword forward, leaving a deep cut in the attacker's throat, still splattered by the blood of his enemies.

Looking at the third enemy soldier who had attacked the wall, Ackerman tried to raise his hand to fight back again, but the wound in his shoulder made him unable to raise his sword again.

Looking at the blades falling from the sky, Ackerman closed his eyes, a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and quietly waited for death to come,

The expected pain did not come as expected, Ackerman opened his eyes, the incoming blade stopped in the air, and the enemy in front of him opened his eyes and looked overhead, his mouth letting out a shrill scream.

"Dragons!"

A huge black shadow loomed over the fortress, and the pitch-black dragon landed on the top of the tower, a blinding red flame dancing from its mouth.

The enemy soldiers watched in amazement, all of them forgot what to do, and they were stunned by the scene in front of them.

A thick pillar of fire erupted from the black dragon's mouth and struck the edge of the city wall, melting the enemy soldiers who had no time to flee into charred corpses.

"Oh my God!" Ulster's soldiers threw down their weapons, ignoring the height of the walls, and jumped off the city in a panic, crawling off the distance with their hands and feet.

The Froststone army erupted in earth-shattering cheers, and the praises of the sons of the gods were heard one after another.

The sword in his hand fell to the ground, and Ackerman's body, which could no longer hold on, collapsed to the ground. He looked at the black dragon passing overhead, and his face couldn't tell whether it was joy or sadness, first laughing helplessly, and then crying uncontrollably.

Todd's mouth erupted from a giant fireball a meter wide and slammed into a trebuchet beneath him.

The flames were blazing and sawdust was flying.

The ground where the fireball exploded left a crater ten meters in diameter and more than one person deep.

Flailing his dragon wings and slamming his body to the ground, Todd thrust his two sharp forelimbs into the ground in the midst of the flying human limbs.

Under the dragon's control, the Earth Control ability was unleashed in full force, and the earth began to shake violently, and wave after wave of earthquake waves spread like ripples in a pond, centered on Todd.

The space outside the fortress was like the sea in a storm, and the horses, soldiers, baggage, and siege equipment were thrown into the air by the violently shaking earth, and then fell down again, swallowed up by the cracked rock formations, and the sound of the earth and rocks, the screams of the dead, and the wails of the horses, the ensemble became a symphony of death on the battlefield.

Soon, Todd was no longer in sight of a living thing.

As far as the eye could see, all that could be seen on the entire battlefield were three or five wagons buried in the soil, and a few flags that had fallen to the ground.

Todd, who used his strength excessively, struggled to pull out his forelimbs from the soil, and he lowered his dragon head and gasped, his limbs lying on the ground, and the dragon's wings hanging to his side, as if he had used up all his strength.

Hearing a distant commotion, Todd struggled to raise his head and look at the smoke-filled battlefield.

A figure appeared in the smoke and dust, slowly walking towards him.

A crimson spear, emitting the smell of blood, contaminated the air around it.

Cu Chulainn, with blood-red eyes, stood in front of the black dragon, the former pointed his spear at the latter's head, and his deep voice seemed to overflow from hell: "We...... Finally...... Meet!"