"Running ——!!!!"

At the moment when Loren uttered the words, a loud tremor and noise came from both ends of the pit almost simultaneously, and the howls and shouts of the downpour could almost pass the sound of the pit.

This movement alone is by no means something that a dozen or hundreds of people can make... At least in the thousands.

The three of them, whose complexions changed suddenly, no longer hesitated, turned their heads and ran in the opposite direction from which they came.

Almost at the same time, two waves of black shadows, like a torrent, were already rushing from both ends of the tunnel towards the place where the sound was coming from, encircling them.

The speed is amazing, and there is no way to avoid it!

The next moment, the black-haired wizard who rushed to the front aimed straight ahead, and his charged left hand was violently pushed straight out.

High-level spells, Force Impact.

"Boom ——————!!!!"

The roaring waves of air were terrifying, and they swept away the enemy head-on.

There were no screams, no wails to be heard, and the corroded dwarves, broken by the blows, still struggled to their feet from the ground like living corpses, and attacked him.

Although the Holy Blood Elixir, or the "original" Holy Blood Elixir, can cause severe corrosive effects on living beings, it always falls into the category of "side effects" - compared to the "private goods" of these "Black Cross" Serols at the moment, they are completely different things!

"May the void... With you!"

Gray-blue swords erupted, and almost at the same time, more than a dozen corrupted dwarves were already attacking the black-haired wizard from all directions, howling figures one after another.

In this second, there was no time for him to think.

At this moment, the azure pattern once again appeared under the bloodshot eyes.

At this moment, only an afterimage was left in the pitch-black tunnel, and there was still dancing light.

Accompanied by the raiding black-haired wizard, the gray-blue sword light left a series of smooth "arcs of light" in the air, the head, the heart, and the neck...... Without exception, swept from the vital point.

"Poof——!

The corpses of broken limbs gushing with blood gushing out of blood scattered behind him.

The gray-blue sword flickered again, and the black-haired wizard with a frown gritted his teeth, his dark eyes staring at the end of the road, and countless figures could still be seen rushing towards them.

Instead of decreasing, the enemies have increased......

According to the dwarf Boris, the location of the direct passage is already on the top floor of the fortress of Silverhelm Mountain... In other words, in the past ten days, these corrupted dwarf "wanderers" have captured the entire Silverhelm Mountain?!

No, it can't be, not so fast ... They were completely unconscious, not even beasts, at the level of the walking dead, and with roughly equal numbers, they could not be the match of the dwarven army.

What was it that allowed them to tear through the defenses between the tunnels and allow the Silverhelm Mountain Fort to ...... so quickly

Well?!

The black-haired wizard who was running wildly suddenly looked startled, and his pupils shrank.

Yes, it's yourself!

It was because he ordered the attack on Silverhelm Mountain that he completely cornered the dwarves, and invested more troops to confront the Byrne army, which caused the abandoned tunnel at the bottom to fall so quickly.

In other words..."Black Cross" Serol, he had already calculated that he would come, and he would take the Silver Helmet Mountain at all costs......

I... Wardfark!

Fooled!

Maybe it's because it's close to the limit, and the body gradually begins to be unable to keep up with the speed of consciousness, its own movements, everything around it... It's starting to get a lot sluggish.

Without looking in the mirror, Loren also knows very well how embarrassed his current situation is... But he still has no intention of stopping, and he is still trying his best to fight.

The consciousness that had been through the limits of the valve many times, and had been repaired by the Valkyrie with the last of its strength, became more and more powerful—every part of the muscle, every bone, was running almost instinctively.

The tip of the bright silver sword spewed out non-stop, and the best judgment was to pose a threat to himself, blocking the enemy in the way, and then using the best and shortest distance to tear that figure to shredded flesh.

At this moment, Loren suddenly regained the "feeling" he had when he was in the sewers of the imperial capital and was hunted down by the night watchmen......

I don't care about the enemy behind me, I will completely expose the flaws, and I don't care about the defense at all while breaking through, only the one who stands in front of you... is their own goal;

The sword in his hand is no longer a weapon, but a tool for clearing barricades, turning all those who stand in his way into "objects" that can no longer wield the sword and hinder him;

Breaking through one obstacle after another, one pitch-black tunnel after another, and the almost crazy speed even made the two behind them have to do their best not to fall behind!

It's crazy, but it's what is happening in the Silverhelm Mountain pit at this moment - Loren Turin, who is slow to react, stagnant, and has a hulking figure, is killing frantically with great efficiency in the tunnels filled with corroded dwarves.

Hardcore... A bloody road has been opened!

"Lord Loren!"

The roar of death came to him, and the expressionless black-haired wizard did not stop, and his speed did not slow down at the moment when he knocked down the axe blade, and the upward sword slashed the opponent with his arms and ribs.

"Loren!

Using the corpse in front of him as a shield, the gray-blue sword stabbed through the enemy's chest - the moment the "corpse shield" was blown apart, it also pierced through the second enemy's face.

"Loren ——!"

Well?!

The black-haired wizard who was awakened suddenly stopped, and was held down by the short gray-eyed boy on the shoulder, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

"You're dying!"

In a non-funny "joke", the Knight of Oath slashes the corrupted dwarves who pounce on him with a backhand - and when Loren comes to his senses, he finds the three men standing around the corner of a certain tunnel.

A worried Lusen was holding his shoulder, his other hand vigilantly pointing to the periphery, while the Oath Knight stood in front of the two, constantly slaying the "monsters" that pounced on them.

"We've broken through two tunnels, but the corroded dwarves are still pouring out from the front, and there is no end to it everywhere. The gray-eyed boy said nervously:

"There are no dwarves alive at all... Could it be that Silverhelm Mountain has fallen in shock?"

"If so, you'd better think of a way to do it instead of sending you to your death, wizard. The Knight of Oath, who was standing in the way, said coldly, and the only remaining right arm waved the "Bright Star" like a raging storm:

"Otherwise, we'll all die here!"

The black-haired wizard who was forcibly held down gasped for breath, and was drenched in cold sweat as soon as he adjusted his breathing to bring himself back to his senses.

"Lusen, can you roughly tell where we are?" forced his composure, Loren asked in a deep voice.

"This... Should it be close to the Dwarven Gate?" the gray-eyed boy replied uncertainly, "That dwarf only said once, and there are only two pits from the direct pit to the first gate. ”

"So if he didn't lie, we only need to cross the road ahead again, and we will be able to reach the gate defense line of the Silverhelm Mountain Fortress!"

Very good......

"Then we'll rush over here, in the direction of the gates. Opening his bloodshot eyes, Loren's breathing became more and more rapid: "Rush head-on, and we can get rid of them." ”

"Are you sure?" the Knight of Oath asked indifferently, "The city gates are usually the strongest line of defense for the dwarves, are you sure that the iron wall waiting in front of us will be kind to us 'VIPs' who cause trouble?"

The black-haired wizard gritted his teeth, his heartbeat getting faster and faster that he couldn't keep up: "There's no more, there's no defense!"

"How can it be possible without a line of defense?!"

The surprised gray-eyed boy and the knight looked at each other, and the doubts in their hearts stunned them, and they were almost pounced on by the corrupted dwarves.

"Yes, there is no defense line anymore, the Silver Helmet Mountain is completely finished, and I have been calculated by Serial. Loren shouted anxiously, "He guessed my thoughts, the Silverhelm Mountain has been captured, and we ......"

The black-haired wizard, drenched in cold sweat, softened on his feet, half-kneeling on the ground and gasping for breath.

The green tendons on the neck are completely exposed... The body became more and more unable to keep up with consciousness, and the entire cranial cavity seemed to be torn apart.

The gray-eyed boy on the side supported him worriedly, and just wanted to ask something, but the black-haired wizard grabbed his wrist violently!

"Tell me......, Luthen," Loren raised his head and stared at those silver-gray eyes, "Do you believe me?"

Slightly startled, Lu Sien, whose face did not change, did not say half a word, and nodded solemnly with the corners of his mouth pursed.

The black-haired wizard struggled to raise his head and turned his gaze to the figure that had always stood in his way.

"No need to ask, wizard. The indifferent Knight of the Oath said in a deep voice, "I won't believe half a word you say. ”

"But... I believe that people like you would never gamble with their lives. ”

The black-haired wizard with a splitting headache was stunned, but he couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth.

"Very well, then please believe me both this time, trust me... Definitely not kidding with your own life. Struggling to get up, Loren chuckled and spoke:

"Straight forward, through the gates... We're going to survive!"

The Knight of the Oath snorted coldly, and raised his sword in front of him with his backhand: "Then do it." ”

"As you say, go straight to the gates. ”

After making sure that the black-haired wizard was safe, Lusen, who had only one short sword left, stood beside the Oath Knight, his silver-gray eyes turning gray-blue once again eroded by the void.

"Protect your master and make sure you don't fall behind. The Knight of the Oath said coldly, "If you die... Then blame yourself for believing the wrong person. ”

The gray-eyed young man snorted and pursed the corners of his mouth: "Never." ”

The next moment, the knight raised his sword and pointed straight ahead:

"Departure ——!"

Without hesitation, Lu Sien, whose pupils shrank suddenly, was the first to rush out, and the short sword in one hand was like a wild wind, and a "blood line" tore the throats of the two monsters.

"Poof——!

Even with just one hand, Lusen's speed was beyond imagination, and in a matter of moments he had already swept away the obstacles of both wings for the charging Oath Knight.

Eberden, the Imperial Capital, the Red Blood Castle... Countless battles have proven his impeccable fighting talent, and in time, he may indeed grow into a warrior worthy of the dragon knights of the Dragon Kingdom era.

Wield your twin blades and sweep away your enemies!

"Rush over, straight through——!"

Among the frenzied enemies, the three of them charged forward almost like a death, and even killed again and again.

But the enemies are still in the thousands, and there is no end to them;

But they still didn't stop and charged to the death.

100 steps, 200 steps, 300 steps......

There are more and more enemies, and the speed of the three is getting slower and slower ... There was not even room left for them to maneuver, and the piled up of enemies had completely blocked the road ahead.

"Dodge the ——!"

With the roar of the black-haired wizard, the Knight of Oath and Rusin turned around almost simultaneously, their blades sweeping through him, blocking the enemy on both wings.

Stand firm, step forward, retract your sword, press your sword, draw your sword...... Chop!

"Flow, Blade, Wave, Fire ——!!!!"

The flames, mixed with billowing smoke, turned into a monstrous wave like a torrent.

The city was burned with fire, and everything turned into a dazzling golden red;

It's like a red lotus, and there is a sea of fire in front of you!

It's all Loren... The final blow.

There is nothing left.

The flames of the burning embers opened a path, and the enemies in front of them were no longer as dense as the tide before, and the defense line of the city gate in the distance had appeared at the end of the field of vision.

And in the next moment, an even more surprising scene appeared—the besieging corrosive dwarves, as if they had received some order, were gradually receding like a receding tide, leaving only large swaths of corpses around.

They... In retreat, in flight?

Frowning, the eyes of the Oath Knight also gleamed with amazement, and he watched in disbelief as the dwarves corrupted by the Holy Blood Elixir fled towards the depths of the tunnel.

Loren Turin, how did he guess all this?

Just when the two of them were still confused, a loud horn sounded throughout the entire Silver Helmet Mountain Fortress.

"This—this is ......" Lusen shuddered suddenly, and his eyes widened in the direction of the city gate:

"This is Byrne's trumpet, they have broken through the Silverhelm Mountain defense!"

"We... Survived!"

The Knight of the Oath looked up sharply, and in the distance between the burning ramparts and ruins could already be seen in large expanses, colorful swallowtail flags fluttering in the wind;

"Loren, you're right, we survived!" The gray-eyed boy's excited voice echoed in his ears: "Loren, we won! We captured the Silver Helmet Mountain, for the first time in twelve generations!"

But the black-haired wizard couldn't hear it anymore

Without opening the valve, he had exhausted his last bit of energy and was left with only one last feeling.

Numbness... I couldn't feel anything, not even the numbness of bleeding from the wound.

"Loren, Lord Loren?!" the panicked gray-eyed boy held his shoulders and shouted loudly.

"Loren?!"

In the last moments of consciousness, he saw Ruthen's anxious face, the Knights of Oath looking back, and the little wizard rushing anxiously towards him.