He rode on a dark horse draped in armor, and in a moment he drew his bow, and in less than a second, the shield of holy light around the brave paladin was torn apart, and the moment the paladin felt threatened and turned around, he had already ridden past him.

The sharp, cold scythe-like sword grazed the paladin's neck, unpleasant, but it worked, the paladin's head flipped in the air and finally landed on the blood-stained battlefield, and the moment the paladin's eyes dimmed, he saw the flank of the coalition army overwhelmed by the rolling cavalry.

Wrapped in steel armor, only his eyes are exposed, McNee Darkblade overlooks the battlefield, he is a warrior who likes to charge head-on, even after joining the camp of the Blackwing Empire, he still adheres to the nature of a warrior, on the battlefield of this Turbulent Creek Town, he led the Imperial Knights in the north to charge, this area was surrounded and cut by Blackwing's soldiers, and he couldn't hold out for even thirty minutes.

It's so much worse...... Seeing the soldiers scattered and fleeing in the ruins of the flames, this idea arose in McNee's head, and he found that whether it was the Trade Federation or Elsala, the combat effectiveness of the Blackwing Imperial Army was more than an order of magnitude, and the soldiers' fighting will, physical fitness, training intensity, and equipment system did not seem to belong to the same era.

This is still an unimportant human knight order in the Black Wing Empire, if it is replaced by heavy orc infantry, steam armored legion, dog demons and radiant dragon clans, McNee wonders if these soft eggs in the middle will tremble?

"It seems that what the red dragon said is right." McNee said in his heart that they were fighting against something that could never be defeated, and that the end result would only be crushed into mud under the iron hoof.

"Put up our flags, blow the horns, and attack the enemy's core......," McNee said to the captain behind him, "and hopefully the Centrist are ready to take on the enemy." ”

The same thing is happening in other flank battlefields and local areas, there are more than six forces that are launching surprise attacks on the Federation Army from all directions, in addition to the Imperial Knights led by McNee, there are also the Storm Claw Wargroup around the West Coast, the Bone Warrior Army of the Undead Realm, and the Bloody Hunter Force of the Wolfheart Kingdom, from the perspective of strategic decision-making, the Northern Emperor has lost patience with the central war situation, and driven by his will, a terrifying dark curtain enough to envelop Eladia has been covered.

Under such a large surprise force, only the Radiant Dragonborn led by Elsala and Nareh attacked the Federation army head-on, but even so, with the advantage of strength and equipment, the Federation army on the frontal battlefield fought extremely hard.

"Drink!"

Surrounded by enemy legions, Governor Woan Tarim gritted his teeth and brandished his heavy sword to force the powerful opponent in front of him back, his target was Nari Andrea rising and falling in the distance, the red dragon's huge size advantage and spit weapons posed a huge threat to the Federation army, and it was necessary to deal with it as soon as possible, but halfway through the line, Voan was stopped, and an enemy army from the flank swept across the battlefield in an unreasonable manner, and rushed in front of him.

The leader of this cavalry is a monster with endless brute strength, and every exchange of weapons makes his arms tremble, and even with the divine energy constantly repairing his body, Woan is still at a disadvantage.

"Bang."

But the opponent's horse was not as strong as his master, taking advantage of the wrong opportunity, Woan cut down the opponent's horse with a sword, and then jumped up suddenly, with a condescending attitude, smashed the black steel helmet of the cavalry leader, and the helmet flew out, and the cavalry leader rolled on the ground, revealing a face that made Woan terrified.

"McNee Thunderblade!" He screamed in disbelief.

"You've mistaken someone."

The dwarf responded in a dull tone.

"No, you're the Thunder Lord McNee!"

The war streaks on that face were like clumsy stick figures, scribbled indiscriminately to hide the true face of his master, he cut his hair, and even painted his neck with pitch-black tattoos, but those eyes could not be concealed, and Woan just remembered!

"The Führer said you were dead! Dead under the fangs and claws of the dragon, the dwarves are still searching for you, how did you end up here? You...... Are you fighting for our enemies!? ”

"I fight for my clan." McNee, who couldn't hide it anymore, smiled, clenched the sickle sword in his hand, bent down and tore off the helmet from a dead corpse on the ground, put it on, and burst into momentum: "I'm sorry, I have to kill you." ”

The next moment, McNee's blade swirled with a faint arc of lightning, and he lunged forward, swinging his sword at the paladin, who threw himself backwards to dodge the attack, but the soldiers behind him were not so lucky.

"Click." With the sound of armor being torn, a terrible crack was cut into the body of the knight of Woan's guard, and in the scream of metal cracking, McNee's attack struck again.

"Bang."

Woon rolled on the ground twice in embarrassment, pulling away from McNee's ferocious and brutal attack, he had just been caught off guard by his opponent due to his emotional fluctuations, but now, the paladin's form had slowly calmed down.

"God forbid."

Golden wings appeared behind Vauan, the scorching divine light wrapped around his heavy sword, he floated from the ground, and in his hands seemed to hold a never-ending pillar of fire: "Once upon a time, you were the embodiment of justice walking in Eladia, a beacon of light and hope to the people, but now, you have betrayed your sacred oath and fallen into the minions of the evil dragon, and I will punish your filthy soul." ”

"Holy Slash!"

In the Paladin's ultimate flames, all creatures he considered enemies within close range were silently ignited, and when his sword was swung down, McNee raised his sword to block, blocking the blade but unable to resist the blazing divine flame, which locked onto McNee, incinerating the body of the legendary warrior.

"I used to respect you, but now that you have lost your divine favor, can you still be worthy of the name of Lord of Thunder?" Waoan chased again: "Ugly souls should be purified. ”

"Ever since I gave up the hammer and axe, I'm no longer the Lord of Thunder." McNee growled, "I'm - Darkblade!" ”

The next moment, Woan's eyes were dark, as if he had been chiseled by a battering ram, and the whole person fell backwards, flipped a few times in the air, and smashed on the crossbowmen in the rear, knocking down several archers in a row, before they could fall to the ground.

The paladin gasped and looked up, seeing McNee's tall figure in front of him, the scorching divine flames desperately trying to lick his body, but could only rub against his armor.

Tiny dark red lightning bolts pulsed around him, and soon the flames around McNee turned into sparks and extinguished, engulfed by the strange lightning.