Like the goshawk surrounded by bees, the dragon was slaughtered alive by griffons and horned hawks, their mangled bodies torn apart and eaten by angry foes, leaving only heavy, bloodless bones on the battlefield.

It was as if in this way, griffons and horned eagles were able to vent their inner anger, and to blind their companions who had fallen from the sky to the ground and turned into meatloaf.

The Attila Empire made the wrong choice at this time, made the mistake of tilting the whole battle in their favor, they should not let the dragon help the Thunderbird maintain the defensive line, no, it should be said that at this time, the determination of those griffons and horned eagles should not be underestimated, and they should not only let the two dragons fight alone.

Even untrained griffons would dare to drive away dragons that entered their territory in groups, not to mention the griffons that had been trained and trained by the Baltic Empire, and they fought with dragons during training.

The fall of these two dragons has led to a sudden increase in the pressure on the remaining dragons and wyverns, and two of them need to face a situation of fewer versus more.

Arrogance has caused many dragons to suffer losses and lose their lives, but despite this, the dragons are still so arrogant, not only because of their strength, but also because of the indelible mark that has been engraved in their bones.

At this time, there was a terrible scream from another battlefield, and the sound that was originally sparse and ordinary on the battlefield carried the magic of making people involuntarily turn their heads to pay attention at this time.

The cyan figure was engulfed in a fireball like the sun, and the constant dodging and defense finally succeeded in shattering the turtle shell by the enemy.

Not far away, the three dead brothers had already sensed the terrible situation of their brothers, and they drove their mounts under them and galloped quickly through the sky, hoping to force the enemies to reduce their attacks on death in this way.

The plague on a white horse kept pulling his bow and shooting arrows, his bow and arrows didn't need arrows, and they were fast, creating a rain of arrows in front of him, enveloping the three legendary spellcasters.

Famine on a dark horse sang a ballad that no one could understand, and the rich smell of wine and oil wrapped around the tip of his nose, leaving the footprints of fire in his wake.

As they burned, the flames were reshaped like muddy water, turning into winged flame dragons that roared happily, blocking the Sun Burst unleashed by their enemies with their bodies.

The [Sun Flame Explosion] unleashed by the enemy has not yet reached the upper limit of the range of these flame dragons, and they gallop in the flames, rejoicing in the flames, and with the flames, they turn into a whirlwind and sweep the entire battlefield.

The war is wielding a long knife, constantly injecting energy into death, so that he has enough negative energy to deal with the high temperature and scorching [Yang Yan Burst].

Despite the brothers' efforts, death did not get much better, and the scorching light of the sun rippled around him, constantly attacking death and turning into a solid cage.

Countless negative energies have turned into crystallized entities, protecting death from being melted by the sun's power, but on the surface of this layer of black crystal crystals, cracks like spider webs have appeared, and the number is constantly increasing.

The sound of cracking had become very clear, and death was struggling, and he was not willing to succumb to the fate that the enemy had arranged for him so easily.

On the surface of the crystal, negative energy is surging like a wave, and it looks like the golden and black waters are fighting for position.

The golden light has become more and more brilliant, and it is difficult to distinguish with the eyes when looking up at the sky on the ground, which of the two suns is real.

The chaotic wind had stopped at some point, and the air became scorching, and the heat continued to rise, soon reaching a point where it was enough to distort the air and form a mirage.

This is not the sun that brings warmth, that brings hope to life, this is the despair that destroys all, that brings a fiery dead silence, that destroys everything, that is the magic that was created for the purpose of destruction.

The black crystals began to disintegrate, as if they were melting icebergs when spring came, and the tiny fragments fell off and melted into the vast mist.

The few legends who maintained this magic and successfully completed the capture of death were firmly protected in the middle, and the warriors on the periphery kept blocking the progress of the three brothers of death.

The rich negative energy entangled in the surface of the dead body, caring about the degree that the eye can observe dissipates, makes the black crystal collapse more quickly.

The original black armor appeared as red veins as gold, and death began to let out a dull scream, such a sight was like throwing a person into a red-hot iron pot, which looked particularly cruel.

The casters who caused this situation were not cruel, they had no mercy, they kept their calm, kept their magic intact, and ensured that there would be no accidents at such a critical time.

They were not afraid that they would not be able to defeat these knights, but that they were afraid that they would not kill them at this time and let them escape because of their own negligence.

Here, none of the legends who joined the war could accept the result of escaping the results of the battle, and the Baltic Empire could not accept such a result, and they did not want these difficult knights to continue to stand on the opposite side of the empire and cause trouble to the empire, like ringworm.

The Baltic Empire, having completed its conquest of Scandinavia, will have vast lands in which it will not be easy to target legends who only want to wreak havoc.

Therefore, in this war, the lives of several strong men led by Attila have become the goal that these legends of the Baltic Empire must complete, whether it is to capture or kill.

Death's insistence began to grow weak, and his pain was transmitted to his brothers' minds through connection, who did not want to taste death even though they had unknown means of resurrection.

Moreover, the resurrection from the dead of war has attracted the attention of the Baltic Empire, and when the secret is left in the sun, it is no longer a secret.

Several knights did not want to put their hopes on the fact that the Baltic Empire had not discovered their secrets and that there should be targeted measures against them.

In addition to the concerns about the Baltic Empire, there are also limits to their means of resurrection, and the long period of time is impossible to ignore.

If they die here, even if they can be resurrected and reawakened, what awaits them may be a completely unfamiliar environment, and the former Attila Empire can only learn a thing or two from books.

The death struggle put a lot of pressure on his opponents, but this pressure gradually diminished over time, and more Legendary Spellcasters joined the attack on him.

[Sun Flame] is the first choice for death

The second is the [Sun Flame Ray], a spell that requires a magnifying glass to cast, a tactic created by referring to the destroyed Lighthouse of Alexandria.

Pillars of dazzling light shot out from the caster's fingertips and shone on Death's body, making the sun that enveloped Death even more dazzling.

The temperature is still rising dramatically, and the power contained in the sun is enough to make people feel palpitations, and no one will doubt that this sun has the power to destroy cities, and no one wants to really taste what it is like to be incinerated by this sun.

No one doubts what terrible the damage will be done when the sun goes down, and the ruins of Alexandria, which is still on the southern shore of the Mediterranean, are silently telling these things, telling this cruel and unpleasant story.

Death could not last long, and he had been battered now, and it was estimated that he would soon die completely in the sun, as if the darkness that had been dispelled when the sun came out without leaving a trace.

The three dead brothers are still trying, and the pressure of war is the greatest, and he needs to provide a constant supply of energy for death while dodging attacks from enemies.

The long-term and high-intensity battle made several knights reach the limit, and they didn't know when they would completely collapse at the limit, not only physical fatigue, but also mental fatigue.

The war is not against [Sun Flame Burst] and [Sun Flame Ray], and spellcasters who are good at using both types of magic are assigned to target death.

The war has to deal with a green ray, a miserable green ray that always conjures up images of something bad, such as food that has been sitting for a long time, and that green mold that smells bad.

【Dissociation】

It is considered to be the most powerful single type of magic

It can be a creature, an object, or even some kind of magic, which, as the name suggests, can dissociate the target, or in the abstract, destroy it.

Since it is a ray-type magic that is fast, the war must be dodged before the magic is released, and the route is planned and predicted according to the fingers of the enemy aiming at him.

He didn't want to taste the taste of being dissociated, and being hit, whether it was him or his mount, would cause him to fall into passivity, even though they were passive enough now.

Death has reached its final moment, and the armor is already covered with red cracks, and it looks like lava is slowly flowing on the armor, as if the armor will fall off the body of death in the next second.

The mounts of death have disappeared, and this disappearance does not mean that they are consumed by the blazing flames, but that they turn into a thick black gas and merge into the bodies of death, and it is obvious that the mounts of these knights are actually the embodiment of their power.

The struggle for death never stopped, he didn't simply put the hope of getting out of trouble on his brother, his barely opened eyes reflected the other three brothers who were gradually surrounded.

In the process of their dodge, the range of activities is constantly compressed, and those [dissociation techniques] are not just random for the purpose of hitting, but also have a deeper tactical purpose.

I don't know when, war, famine, and plague will be like death, imprisoned in mid-air by some magic, and will be used by the enemy to output it as much as possible.

This makes them look like lions and tigers in the circus, caught in iron cages, and can only helplessly be at the mercy of those animal trainers.

Such a taste is definitely unpleasant, and for a soldier as traditional as war, it is definitely a shame that is inscribed permanently, and it is impossible to be forgiven.

The pain began to lessen, and Death knew that it was not that the enemy had given up at this time, but that his ability had reached its limit, and the body's pain feedback had lost its effect.

Death is not the first experience of death

The last death was due to arrogance and arrogance, and in a remote corner of the Ross region, he stepped into the trap laid by Alice and was easily defeated.

The current situation is even worse, who would have thought that the Death Knight, who was originally wreaking havoc in the north of the plane, would actually end the curtain like this.

Not only him, but his brother would soon follow in his footsteps, and at such a dying moment, his eyes seemed to have seen the sight of their hegemony in ashes.

There is no way to build an empire on Atila alone, and anyone with a clear understanding of this can draw obvious conclusions.

What a pity

Death at this time, the emotions that welled up from the depths of the heart were not anger, but unwillingness and regret.

He regretted that he could not help Atila accomplish his goal, and did not succeed in destroying all the enemies worthy of destruction, and the pace of conquest had to be stopped when it was just beginning to be taken.

If there was no Baltic Empire in this world, and there was no Alice in this world, then everything would change for the better side of the Attila Empire.

The east has been completely conquered, the west of Scandinavia has been a mess after Beowulf's death, and if it were not for the emergence of the Baltic Empire, the Attila Empire would have completely ruled the entire Northland many years ago.

There are no idioms and proverbs such as Shengyu and He Shengliang in this world, but death is in such a mood when it is dying.

The energy that the sun that wrapped around his body had reached its upper limit, and it began to turn from light to dark, and the light began to shrink inward.

Those casters who cast the [Sun Ray] had already put away their magnifying glasses and started to move away from the area, with only a few prepared people maintaining the [Sun Burst] to ensure that it was in the final moments.

Death will come to an end here and now

No one has any doubts about this