At the same time, in the Great Forest of Comanso, deep in the ruins of the royal court of Mistrono.

The Black Dragon Prince, Khangvian, was huddled in the corner of the highest level of a certain magic tower, his eyes looking at the philosopher's stone in the center of the circle that was emitting a glimmer of light, his face full of confusion.

Because in a way, he has actually completed the task that the silver dragon gave me to him, namely:

Find out the source and cause of this demonic tide.

Isn't it just the good thing that this group of drows are doing in front of you!

Even the key props he had almost confirmed.

The magic circle in front of him, which was controlled by Drow, had a lot to do with the plane teleportation array where a large group of demons kept emerging in the distance.

And listening to these conversations, they seem to be barely their 'good neighbors', they all come from the dark regions of the Northlands in the Upper Forests below.

According to his guess, if he stole the magic stone, the ugly portal like a crack would probably be closed.

But the problem is, if he dared to take it in such a public opinion, even if he had an easily overlooked talent and stealth skills learned from Mr. Kik, he would not be able to go unnoticed by the drow.

He didn't want to fall into the hands of this group of drows again!

Seventy years ago, he infiltrated the city of Gerthorne in disguise for the purpose of a reconnaissance mission given to him by his mother.

It was a nightmare.

But with his understanding of the silver dragon, if he told it truthfully, the other party would ask him why he didn't do something dragon!

Now that you've found the root of the problem, why not try to fix it!

Dry!

'Ah, it seems necessary to think about how to concoct a story that Tiberius would not debunk, and then give it to him tactfully, without making him blame me for it.

'Hmm... I'm a genius.

'It's all taught by my mother!'

The Black Dragon Prince narrowed his eyes slightly, intoxicated by his boasts.

But just as he was about to return the same way with the information, he suddenly heard a war cry from the elves:

"For the glory of Misdrano!

"O Heroic Spirits of the Ancestors, please help me!

"Cleanse this place of evil and filth!"

Then Kik's pupils shrank suddenly, and then he saw countless faint elven figures from the window, led by a female elven warrior, charging towards this place from the direction of the Valley of Silence.

He immediately had a hellish feeling.

But he is not the only one who feels this way at this moment, this group of drow is the one who really feels like seeing the undead.

"It's the Windtalker Commander, Oriana!"

"I didn't expect that there was such a hidden power in the Valley of Lost Voice. ”

"But it doesn't matter, if we were to take it upon us, it might really cause a lot of damage, but demons are experts at dealing with the undead.

"They were a group of defeated people in life, and after they died, a group of ghosts and ghosts could change anything.

"They can't beat it. ”

Seeing that a group of Drow who were originally guarding the magic array were all excited because of the sudden appearance of the elven Heroic Soul army...

Kanvian suddenly realized:

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity...

So as soon as the brain realized it, the body had already flown over.

It's like when he stole the Mither Core from under the noses of a group of legends in the Nether magic ship.

It's purely 'thief's instinct'...

So much so that when he was holding this thing, the thought process in his mind thought:

'What the hell am I doing stealing this!'

When the corners of his mouth twitched and focused on a group of eyes that were like wolves and tigers who wanted to choose people to devour, he felt like he was going to pee on the spot, and pulled out an ugly smile and said:

"I'm going to say... I didn't mean to... Can you let me go..."

A distorted spatial fluctuation outside the tower erupted violently with the wails of countless demons, and the entire magic tower immediately showed signs of collapse.

"Kill him!!" with Drow's almost frantic cry.

"I really didn't mean to!!" Kanvian almost cried as he began his second battle royale journey.

......

The area where the Valley of Silence meets Mistrono.

Oriana's face was pale, almost as pale as the countless Heroic Spirits around her.

From the time she fled into the Valley of Silence three days earlier, she knew that another fall of Comanso was inevitable.

But when she found this group of heroic spirits guarding the ancient cemetery, a ray of hope inevitably rose.

Perhaps this group of ancestral spirits will be able to cover her charge against Mistrono and close the door to the abyss.

But as the drow said, demons may not be very good at others, but dealing with the 'undead' is already an almost instinctive skill.

Seeing the Heroic Spirits beside her dissipate one by one under the demonic spells, Oriana despaired.

She felt that she was a sinner, not only did she not protect her home, her two sisters, and her subordinates.

Now, even this resting power, she is powerless to protect it.

But just when she thought everything was going to fall silent, the abyssal gate in the distance, which looked like a plane sore, twisted without warning, and then exploded violently.

'This must be the blessing of the ancestors!' I don't know how the Black Dragon Prince will feel when he hears this sentence.

No sooner had an incredible ecstasy rise in Oriana's heart than she was blown away by a fierce hurricane and fell towards the river of the valley.

The huge drop made her faint and lose consciousness.

......

If the scene of Levi killing the Barlow Flame Demon in an instant only made Altais sincerely admire, then when the Gnoll Commander Holtz led 800 Iron Horsemen and 200 Steel Golems to swoop down towards the demon army and slaughtered like harvesting crops, it was shocking and even inexplicably terrifying.

Because if you only look at the legendary personal strength, the strength of that radiant dragon is still within the scope of his comprehension.

There is no shortage of such powerful beings like them Cormier, and although his two teachers can't do such a domineering instant kill against the Barlow Flame Demon, they can rely on their wisdom and endless spells to win step by step.

But such a powerful cavalry and Iron Golem legion are more like products beyond this era.

They sat on chariot-like steel mounts, which were not only extremely fast, but also clad in steel armor, and had sharp ramming horns like rhinoceros.

They are completely unafraid of the demon's minions and slashes, so they must be able to completely ignore the spear array facing the cavalry nemesis.

On both sides of the two tires, two whirling blades were added in a frenzy.

So along the way, the demon was twisted in half like wheat in a field.

In the absence of encountering powerful demons like the Bone-Removing Demon and the Berserker Demon, they are basically slaughtered all the way.

And even if they were intercepted by the berserker demon with brute force, these steel warriors who fell out of the chariot showed at least the combat power of a high-level warrior or above, and they were still able to wield the rotating chainsaw sword with ease and harvest life under the heavy siege of the demon.

The blade passed, and the flesh and blood flew together.

There is no doubt that this is... The best of the best!

Altais naturally didn't know that this group of wolf cavalry in battle armor were all champion warriors selected by the frostwolf commander Holz Riemanrus in the most primitive and savage duel method in his growing group of gnolls.

In the eyes of that legendary wolf, only the most elite, loyal, and fearless warriors of the clan were qualified to be crowned by the great Tiberius.

The Iron Wolf Cavalry of Holtz quickly regained control of the outer wall under the Purple Dragon Throne and the Wind Whisperers led by Altais and Sylvaras.

The follow-up golems were divided into a group, using their own steel bodies as walls to block the original gap in the main city gate.

The others climbed the stone stairs to the outer wall, unloaded the ammunition containers they were carrying behind them on the ground, and then lifted the cover straight open, revealing the 'magic scroll chains' that emitted magic fluorescence inside.

Once the Sabot Trap Launcher is empty, it directly switches the bullet chain.

As a result, the magnificent covering bombardment, which was enough to make the blood of any lord who was proficient in cost calculation, was officially put into the battlefield of the main material plane for the first time, and was presented in front of the indigenous people.

Looking at the originally dense tide of demons outside the city walls, it turned into a boiling and tumbling flesh purgatory in the blink of an eye...

Altais and Sylvaras are distracted again...

Naturally, they don't know what a dimensionality reduction strike is.

There was a popular saying in Blue Star:

The machinery of the industrial age is a dimensionality reduction blow to the handicraft workshop of the agricultural age.

The various overflowing military firepower of the industrial age is also a dimensionality reduction blow for the medieval era of riding and chopping.

In the torrent of steel, there is no piece of armor left!

Under the roaring fire, all beings are equal!

Between the calibers, that is, justice!

Within range, everything is the truth!

This is the hawkism that is gradually rising in Zeellandia today.

There are even some extremely fanatical priests like Fischer who want to form a 'multi-turret god cult' to see if they can give birth to a foundation for the belief of a god like a 'cannon god'.

Then this group of guys was directly arrested by Levi and asked Holtz to face the wall.

'Luckily... They are not Cormier's enemies.

'Luckily... Zeellandia and Cormier are far apart. ’

This was the only thing that Altaïs was glad about, and he finally understood why Luscan, which was so prosperous, was defeated by the Northland coalition.

Sylvaras's idea is even simpler:

The era of their High Elves is gone after all.

There are signs of human beings rising.

And now, looking at the strength of this radiant dragon, is it possible for the dragon to return to the center of civilization?

However, judging by its attitude towards Elina, it seems that there is no discrimination against half-elves.

I just don't know if it's going to be elf to them... Prejudice.

After all, in the not-so-distant past, the dragons were driven out of the stage of history by these high elves with dragon madness.

It was only after the city of Tifanton was quickly recovered that Levi, who had finally recovered his life, came to them.

After some thanks and greetings, Levi asked about the purpose and key of the trip, and how the group of refugees were.

Altais immediately replied:

"All refugees have begun their evacuation from the Stormhorn Mountains in an orderly manner from the mountain trails, as suggested by His Excellency Ilevin. ”

"Good. ”

Levi nodded and said:

"Then from now on, the defense here will be left to us. ”

"But—" Altaïs immediately became a little confused.

Although there is no such thing as 'courtesy, you must ask for something' in this world, as a prince, you naturally know that there will be no pie in the sky in the world.

Li Wei naturally knew what the other party was worried about, and raised his hand and said:

"Don't rush to thank me, we'll only hold out here for six hours, and we'll be withdrawn in six hours, because the ammunition we carry is only enough to hold out for so long, and the rest is up to you. In addition, this rush to help Cormier naturally has corresponding conditions. ”

"I don't know what the conditions are, but as long as it is within my Altais's power, I will fight for my father with all my might. ”

The prince of Cormir is also a worthy heir, and he looks sincere on the surface, but he guarantees nothing.

"It's better for me to talk to your father after the war. Naturally, Levi didn't expect to do it all at once.

Altaïs immediately looked at it with a sneer.

But just as their group of wounded were about to withdraw and cover the refugees' march to the Stormhorn Mountains, a wave of spatial fluctuations suddenly erupted at the end of the forest on the horizon that was visible to the naked eye...

The Gate of the Abyss... Blown up...

So the demons who were already bombarded in front of Tifanton City... They scattered like a tide and fled.

And then Levi at the head of the city was also dumbfounded...

Why did you just come here, and this demon got rid of it by itself?

What will he do to negotiate with the Cormier Kingdom in the future!

PS: Before you know it, it's approaching the wee hours of the morning again... The egg hurts...