"Count, we must break out and get back to camp. In this open space, the dragon will spew us all to death with flames!" Cook faithfully guarded Earl Hall, his spear in his hand, his sword within reach. Now, not only was he on the lookout for snakes and lizards and red dragons, but he also had to keep an eye on anyone who tried to get close to the Count. They were obviously ambushed, so there was a great possibility that there was a mole around them.

"Running back all the way, the team can only get more and more scattered, as long as the red dragon chases the spray, in the end none of us can go back. "Count Hall's holding aloft emblem to maintain his divine skills, strengthen his defenses, and resist fire damage is the only reason why the team has not suffered serious losses so far. He looked around, then pointed at the magic spear in Cook's hand, "Knock down the red dragon!

If the Count hadn't decided to retreat, there would have been no better option than to give the dragon a taste of the power of the spear. Cook nodded vigorously and jumped off his horse, spear in both hands. Even within the protection of the Templars, the horses would still tremble at the dragon's might, which would affect the accuracy of their shots. Cook didn't dare to be negligent, and at this time he believed more in the spirit and body that had been trained for a long time.

The shouts of the warriors who held fast and attacked ignored it, the sword slashing at the snake lizard, the loud cracking of flesh and bone shielded it, the rhythmic noise of heavy breathing and rapid heartbeat left them behind—Cook focused all his attention on the faint wind that blew across his hairline, trying to discern the sound of his wings gliding from within. It was a soft, low sound, like someone blowing a willow leaf from afar, and only a faint shrill sound came to the ear, mixed with the accompaniment of the gurgling of flames rolling in the dragon's throat.

A bright light appeared from the sky to the right of the formation and quickly pressed down, and Cook was already aiming his gun in that direction. Above the flames, there were two tiny red bright spots, which were the eyes of the dragon. It's hard enough to tell the eye out, but if you don't find them, the shot will be ineffective.

When the red dragon dives and breathes fire, its body is folded, and there are very few areas to aim at in front of it, and only the line of the head and neck is stable. It did have a large body, but it was only exposed when the flames had been sprayed and the dragon flew overhead. At that time, the fire had already burned once, who could shoot, and what bows and crossbows could be fired? For humans who are not immune to fire, the only chance to attack the red dragon is before the sea of fire descends.

From the fire-breathing mouth to the glittering eye, this is a very small area. Cook was not very familiar with the magic gun in his hand, and aimed exactly the way he felt when using a heavy crossbow. He waited until the last minute to pull the trigger, only to hear a "bang" that sounded like a feeble moan compared to the roar of the dragon's breath.

The muzzle of the gun shot a ball of ice, faster than any arrow, and in an instant it burrowed into the dragon's flames. "Suffer, shoot crooked!" Cook felt a chill in his heart, thinking that this shot would be in vain, and his team would be baked and pounded by the flames again.

"Goddess bless us for defeating evil!" the cry of Count Hall echoed across the battlefield, boosting the morale of those consumed by the flames. And just as these words sounded, everyone noticed that the dragon's flame spout was torn open, and the ice demon spear bullet moved forward against the fire wave, barely slowing down, and slammed into the throat of the red dragon. The extreme cold and heat collided in an instant, and everyone could clearly see the bullets flying in and then coming out from behind the skull. Immediately after, a flame erupted from the breach, and then exploded. The red dragon's head twisted back half a circle, and flames still erupted from its mouth, adding thrust to the spin.

It was as if a huge firework exploded above everyone's heads, and the sky was rained down with fire, followed by the dragon's body falling heavily. Its head was still flying in the air, and blood and fire were spurting from its broken neck. When the soldiers cheered, when the dragon's head fell to the ground, Cook breathed a sigh of relief and secretly rejoiced in his heart.

A red dragon died, a snake lizard was completely paralyzed, and another half-paralyzed snake lizard was also headless under the slash. Although his side suffered heavy losses, the enemy's offensive was also largely neutralized, and as long as he could kill the only remaining red dragon, or at least let it swoop and spit out easily from the threat of the magic spear, then this crisis could be overcome.

Cook took a deep breath and began to concentrate again, listening to the sound of the dragon flying. But before he could block out the noise from the battlefield, he heard a crisp sound of "bang!pop!" in his ears, followed by a burning pain in his face. Cook opened his eyes and saw that it was Earl Hall who had used his sword to unleash a bow and arrow, and it was the fragments of the arrow that cut through his face.

"Earl......" Before Cook could express his gratitude, he saw a spike emerge from the count's chest, piercing the breastplate, and the fragments were mixed with blood beads and flew outward. The aloft emblem fell, and the count's body fell off his horse. Cook hurriedly dropped the magic spear, straightened up and supported the Earl, and shouted, "Shield wall! Shield wall guard!"

The knights of the Hall family quickly gathered in the middle, raised their shields, and formed a circular barrier with their horses, knights, and shields. Cook tried to help the Count off his horse, but he kicked him. "I'm not dead, help me sit up straight and cut off the shaft of the arrow!"

The place where Cook's shoulder was kicked didn't hurt at all, which made him feel distressed. It was evident that Count Hall's body had become very weak, otherwise he would not have been so weak. With tears in his eyes, he did not bother to wipe them, and with both hands he pushed the Count right in the saddle, and then used the Count's fallen sword to cut off the shaft of the arrow that was still exposed on his back. He couldn't help but have a thought: if the earl hadn't helped him block the arrows just now, would he have been able to block this one?

"Truth Thunder Goddess of Forgiveness and Healing Light!"

The Count raised the emblem again, and the silver-white light sprinkled again, and everyone around him was refreshed, and the fatigue was swept away. The Earl's face also improved a lot, he took the long sword from Cook's hand, looked down at the tip of the arrow still hanging on his chest, frowned and slowly relaxed: "Pick up Feiqi's magic spear and do what you have to do!"

"My lord, this arrow is ......"

"Deal with the dragons first!" Count Hall raised his voice, and blood slipped down the corners of his mouth. He didn't bother to wipe it, and looked around: "Arrows come from the shadows, and the enemy is good at hiding." Deal with the dragon first, so that we can gain the advantage of mobility. ”

"Yes!" Cook picked up the gun, forcing himself into a state of intense listening. The Count's sword was at his side, protecting him from any more arrows. Soon, the sound of the dragon flapping its wings returned, but it swooped away from Cook.

The red dragon swooped through the clouds, swept over the edge of the battlefield at high speed, hiding behind the flame snake lizard, and spat out flames with its head sideways. Flame snake lizards are not afraid of fire, they are still able to move freely in the blazing flames. But the warriors besieging the snake lizards were scorched by the flames. They burned, and their heart-rending cries of pain were filled with extreme fear. Who can continue to fight as they watch the running burning men fall, tumble and finally stop struggling, and watch their once living comrades turn into black charred corpses, into gray embers blown away by the wind?

The rout was formed, and the soldiers near the sea of fire dropped their weapons and fled while taking off their armor. The banner of the lord fell, and the commanders rode to the front. The battle line that had originally besieged the snake lizard suddenly crossed, so a snake head grew back from the broken neck, and the flame snake lizard began to attack again.

"My lord, we must retreat, there are not enough troops left to kill those snake lizards. Cook persuaded again.

"I know, but where is Shane, where is my son's wife, where is my grandson's mother!" cried the Earl. "Remove the shield wall!

"Don't withdraw!" Cook shouted, but the knights, obeying Earl Hall, dropped their heavy shields. At this moment, from the right side of the line, in the grove of small hills, three sharp arrows flew towards Count Hall.

Cook swung his magic spear, using it as a great stick to block an arrow, Earl Hall used his sword to dispel one, and the knight of the guard used his shield to block the last. Then, the gun rang out, and the ice bullet flew in the direction of the arrow, but the spell disappeared into the dark woods, and it had no effect.

"Stand up!" Cook ordered angrily, but the Count did not object, and the guards raised their shields again. He was about to persuade the Count to evacuate again, when the Count suddenly grabbed Cook's hand and said, "The elf's arrow is not ......."

The flames descended, the Count was engulfed in flames, and Cook was knocked out by a huge force.

The dragon circled back, spewing fire into the center of the group's core while the shield wall was blocking Cook's view. The Hall flags snapped and burst into flames, before falling to the ground.

Far away in the bulging mountain, Feiqi was still analyzing the rune composition of the golden blockade circle. This magic is very complex, with a large number of powerful runes spliced together with each other, and the way they are connected seems to Feige to be somewhat unreasonable. He is analyzing whether this "unreasonableness" was forcibly created by the gods with their own will, or whether there are hidden elements in it that he did not discover. Just as he was about to devise a new search and classification method for these runes in the cat teasing stick, Flicker suddenly turned around, raised his head slightly and stared in the southeast direction.

"Huh?"

"What's wrong?" Feige followed her gaze to the southeast, where the general direction of the King's army was, but nothing could be seen from this distance. "What is the vision of the gods, can you tell me about it?"

"There's a fight over there, and there's the smell of large-scale spells. With a puzzled look on her face, she looked at Feiqi, "It's strange, who else but you can cast such a strong illusion spell?"

"You don't think I'm the strongest caster...... Wait, that's the direction of the King's army!Flicker, untie the barrier, let me out!I'm going back to protect Shani, and my father. Let me go back, okay?"

Flicker didn't answer, she looked back at the bulge mountain, and the confusion on her face deepened: "The Thunder Army didn't set off, so who is the King's Army fighting against? ”

"Don't be weird, let me out, let's go and see if we'll understand!" Feige said, "Think about it, you work with Archbishop Don de Mip, but don't you still need me as a saint after that? My letter is in your hand, do you have any concerns? Let's act together, it's a good start, isn't it?"

"One thing at a time, I'll go and see, but you have to stay here. Flicker shook his head and said, "What I promised will be done first, you are safe here, and the space barrier ......"

"Flicker......" Feige interrupted her, "please, okay? The shady person must be vicious when he shoots, and the situation will be very critical. Please let me out, I'm just going to save people and stop the conspiracy. ”

To the southeast, on the distant and dark horizon, a faint red glow shimmered. The blockade barrier blocked the spell fluctuations, but Feige knew it was firelight just by looking at the color. He pleaded and flickered, and even used the demon's bewitching powers. If it takes long enough, the demagoguery may succeed, but Flicker is not the kind of person who is willing to listen patiently.

She just shook her head and said, "I'll take a look, you'll stay here," and then took off into the air, flying southeast with a bolt of lightning.

"Bastard, get back and open it for me!" Fitch slammed the barrier into it, golden runes holding him inside. The southeastern fires kept brightening one after another, and this was obviously not a normal flame. The light of fire shone into Feige's pupils, tugging at his heart tighter and tighter, making him more and more anxious.

The sound of horses' hooves came from behind, and Feige turned to see the paladins of the Thunder Army. They began their night march with the help of priest magic, which also seemed to be heading southeast. Feige slapped the blockade with all his might, shouting Broomfield's name with all his might, but no one paid any attention to him. Whether it was because he had received a clear order, or if Broomfield was embarrassed, the group of more than three hundred paladins sped away in front of Feige's eyes, and none of them stopped to listen to what he had to say.

Another flash of fire flickered in the southeast, and Feige stopped shouting. What power does language have when no one is listening?, he sighed and drew his pit sword. Thunder flickered across the sword's body until it became a bright white lightsaber. The sword then slammed into the spatial barrier, followed by Feiqi's spatial spell.

The goddess's magic runes wailed, and in the fierce wind was a miserable scream. A bolt of thunder pierced the night sky, and a thick bolt of lightning hit the golden barrier before piercing through and falling on Feiqi. The human body burns, the flesh becomes fuel, the grease drips off the ground like burning blood, and the real blood turns into red steam and drifts into the air. But this burning fire man did not stop moving, and the Pit Excalibur was still slashing and stabbing forward!

The spatial turbulence was generated in Feiqi's hands, a terrifying spatial phenomenon that Feiqi had been gazing at for a long time, and while peeling away Feiqi's infiltration, it eroded the spatial blockade barrier along the gap created by the Pit Divine Sword. Dams can be built in the sea, dams can be built in rivers, but no one can build protection in the whirlpools of rage.

The sky suddenly rolled into a series of dark clouds, and ten thousand thunderbolts were brewing in it. The barrier is broken, the kingdom of God is shaken, and they are looking for the source. Feige didn't look up, and even if he did, he wouldn't choose to stop. The barrier in front of you, no matter how powerful it is, is only dead. Without the Goddess of Truth Thunder to maintain it, it cannot respond quickly.

Feige forced his way through, at the cost of a human body roasted into cooked meat. But his heart was still beating, and he still had several forms to use. Just before the clouds overpowered the thunder and fell, Feige pointed his finger in front of him, opened the teleportation channel, and jumped in.