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"Ahh

There was a scream, and dozens of Riptide militia threw away their red-hot shields, their arms already badly burned. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Prepare to throw a spear!"

Prince Danas frowned, but at such a time, he did not have the energy to feel sorry for his subordinates, and he was not in danger, which was the quality that a commander must have.

"Prepare to throw spears, prepare to throw spears! Archers prepare! Archer prepare!"

Ricks loudly passed on Prince Danas's orders, and under the loud shouts of nearly a hundred heralds, the military formation, which had been slightly chaotic because of the flames, became stable.

The wounded Fort Riptide militia quickly moved to the back of the line along the narrow passage made by their companions, and the other soldiers filled the gaps they had left behind.

The well-trained militiamen of Fort Riptide quickly split into two parts, and in addition to the sword and shield infantry covering in front of the formation, the spearmen and archers quickly adjusted their formation and took position in the middle of the formation.

"Ready...... Put!"

Ricks stood at the front of the line of archers, commanding loudly, his voice already hoarse in the night.

"Whoosh!"

The sound of tiny arrows and spears tearing through the air rang out constantly, and the thick shafts of spears pierced into the chests of dragon eagles in mid-air, piercing their fragile backbones.

It was difficult for the arrows to achieve such an effect, but it was also difficult for them to stay in the air after the dense rain of arrows had sifted the wings of the dragon eagles.

When these dragon eagles fell from the sky to the ground, whether they were dead or alive, the sword and shield infantry in the front row would rush forward and make up for them with a few swords.

The dragon eagles let out a high-pitched cry and launched an attack on the Riptide Castle army with their flames and bodies.

Dragon Eagle's counterattack caused a lot of trouble for the militia, but the Riptide Militia was the largest part of the coalition after all, and their good military literacy and strong fighting spirit made them enough to deal with any enemy.

Under the command of Prince Danas, the militia of Fort Riptide quickly stabilized their position, and those dragon eagles gradually shrank their formation under the pressure of bows and arrows and spears, and their numbers became smaller and smaller, and it was only a matter of time before they were eliminated.

Of course, before this group of dragon eagles is wiped out, it will be difficult for Prince Danas to send reinforcements to support the frontal battlefield where Arthas is located.

So do they need support in Alsace? The answer, of course, is......

No need!

"Whew...... Whew......"

Nalorak gasped, his massive body, though surrounded by numerous human soldiers, did not look like a trapped beast in the slightest.

Only now, Nalorak braced his waist with his massive bear paws, and stared at Frost Sorrow as he stared through the air.

"You come down!"

Nalorak shouted.

"Not really!"

Frostmourn replied with a sense of pity, then whipped Nalorlac's face with a pale blue soul tentacle.

"Whew!"

Such an attack would not hurt Nalorak's vital point, but it would hurt him, and the giant bear monster roared in the sky, but there was nothing he could do about Frost Grief.

- Because Nalorak can't fly.

Of course, this is a matter of course, Nalorak is a bear, how can a bear fly? Does a bear have wings?

But Frostmourn could fly, and she flew fast, and she circled around Nalorak like a lithe butterfly, waiting for an opportunity to attack him, while Nalorak was only defensive, and had no ability to fight back.

Looking at the mocking smile on Frost Sorrow's face, Nalorlac's heart gradually filled with anger, and his blood-red eyes turned to others other than Frost Sorrow.

"Squash you!"

Nalorak shouted, and then rushed towards Arthas and the others.

In Nalorak's heart, since Frost Sorrow came with this group of humans, then she must be a god that humans believe in, and since she can't fight Frost Sorrow for a while, she must wipe out her minions first!

"Ahh

Seeing this scene, Frost Sorrow panicked - how could she let this big stupid bear hurt her master?

In desperation, the little magic sword stopped flying, and she floated in the air, a golden light rising from her shoulder, and after circling in the air, it slammed into the back of Nalorak's head.

"Whew~"

With a scream, Nalorak's huge body was smashed by the blow, and he had to hold down the back of his head with his backhand to relieve the sharp pain.

"Big stupid bear, don't bully Xiaoshuang's master!"

Frostmourn shouted angrily at Nalorak, and the golden light crashed across Nalorlac's body.

"Damn, what is this!"

Narorak was so devastated by the light that he had to give up his plans to purge the human "minions" for a moment, snarling and roaring as he tried to dodge.

However, Nalorlac's size meant that Frostmourn didn't need to aim at all to hit his body.

After a long frenzied smash, Frostmourn stopped, and the golden light returned to her shoulder, dripping and spinning—it turned out to be a golden disc.

"What is this?"

Nalorak was in a state of disarray, with blood pouring out of his eyes, nostrils, and behind his ears, and a wound on the top of his head and the back of his head, all thanks to the golden disc.

Nalorak is invulnerable, but as the embodiment of a giant bear, his fur is also quite heavy, but in front of this golden disc, his fur is as fragile as a silk, and it can be easily torn apart.

Dozens of blows to the disc controlled by Frostmourn, Nalorlac's brain became groggy, he even forgot that he and Frostmourn were fighting, he just wanted to know what the hell was about this thing that had made such a mess of himself.

"Xiaoshuang doesn't know, a golden plate, right?"

Frost Sorrow tilted her head in thought, then replied aloud.

Strange to say, even though Nalorac and Frostmourn speak troll and the other speak lingua franca, they both understand each other.

Perhaps, the communication between gods and spirits is no longer the level of mortals who understand meaning through sound!

"Plates? Are you kidding? A plate can smash my body? Where did you get this plate?"

Feeling tricked, Nalorak loudly debunked Frostmourn's lies.

"Where did it come from?" Xiaoshuang thought about it...... Looks like it was picked up!"

Frost Sorrow remembered the origin of the plate and replied.

The little demon sword is not wrong, this golden disc is the demon soul that the orcs used to imprison the Red Dragon Queen six years ago, or the dragon soul, which was originally an artifact belonging to the dragon class, but was forcibly occupied by the frost sorrow.

In order to prevent the Red Dragon Queen from stealthily snatching the plate, Frostmourn hides it in the Twisted Void, and does not usually take it out except to threaten the Red Dragon Queen.

This time, seeing that Nalorak wanted to attack her master, whether the little demon sword had any weapons in his hand, she was worried that her soul tentacles could not stop Nalorak's actions, so she took out the golden disc and used it as a flying saucer to smash Nalorak.

However, judging from the results, Frostmourn's unintentional act was very effective, and even Nalorak, who was the god of animals, had little power to parry in front of the "Demon Soul".

Shaking his massive head, Nalorak once again swung his massive bear paw to attack Frostmourn in the air, while the Little Demon Sword deftly dodged and smashed Nalorak's head with the Demon Soul.

"This ...... This ......"

Despite being as calm and elegant, Aurelia couldn't help but open her mouth slightly