Chapter 41: Sindragosa (Page 1/1)

With a deafening roar, Sindragosa spread her astonishing wings and swooped down from high in the air. She almost rolled up a hurricane.

The griffon knight had no power to parry, and the black griffon closest to Sindragossa was directly pierced by the sharp dragon claws of the frost dragon, and the eerie white bone claws pierced through the griffin's chest and out of the tail, and the griffin didn't even have time to scream, and then he whimpered, and the scarlet blood flew in the wind......

However, where Sindragosa is truly powerful is not that, it is the dragons. Even after death, he still retains the ability that all dragons possess - breath.

In the midst of the blizzard, Sindragossa continued to swoop down, killing many Alliance soldiers as he landed.

No force could withstand the beast's onslaught. Her thick tail swept across the crowd, the air whistling like a northland wind, and the eerie huge white bones carried dark blue ghost flames, and hundreds of Alliance soldiers were instantly sent into the air. The screams were drowned out by the deafening roar of the dragon. And with that came the terrifying dragon's breath.

The bitter cold wind, mixed with a large amount of hail and broken ice, swept through the rear positions of the entire alliance with extremely low temperatures like an avalanche. Hundreds of dwarven musketeers, including the massive Alliance artillery, all formed ice sculptures in an instant...... In the land after Sindragossa breathed, frost condensed. The cold, as if draining all the heat out of the world......

The other Union soldiers' lips darkened and trembled. The terrifying size, the amazing breath, makes people desperate.

Vorstad was still leading the Hammer Knights in a heroic charge, but to no avail, and the Griffon Knights' Storm Hammer was unable to even deal substantial damage to Sindragosa. But what makes people more desperate than the dragon's roar is the strange weather. One moment it was a gloomy and calm sky, the next it was a violent wind. The hurricane blew up snow and dust, making the entire battlefield chaotic.

The Coalition soldiers fought separately, roaring, screaming, and striking with weapons, and the soldiers couldn't see where their large forces were.

The priests and paladins could only do their best to rescue the wounded, and the people began to flee separately. The scene was extremely chaotic...... The formation, which had been fairly neat just now, collapsed in less than a quarter of an hour.

Bloodied warriors and exhausted priests were everywhere. The soldiers who were pushed down in the process of escaping were brutally slaughtered. Their bodies were bitten by hordes of zombies and spiders, and screams of pain echoed in the endless snow mist......

In the mist, only the archquisitor's barrier of light was still covering the retreat of the crowd. But Whitemane was also on the verge of collapse.

"Ares!"

Ahead, Sylvanas and Darien anxiously searched for Ares. The High Lord had just been alone in the army of the undead, and now the legions in the rear had collapsed, but at least there were priests and mages to cover the retreat of the soldiers. Ares, on the other hand, had little support.

No one can break into the army of the undead alone. Only the Ember Bringer...... But now, its situation is extremely dangerous.

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On the front line, a dense mass of Scourge soldiers pounced on Ares. Countless pairs of rotting hands, like the claws of a wild beast, grabbed at Ares, the light of the Ash Messenger was still there, and the holy light source was continuously released from the Razeb crystal, and all the undead injured by the blade were incinerated into ashes, however, Ares's physical strength was decreasing. He felt his heart beat faster and faster, his arm ached, and his face was covered with sweat and blood.

The armor was already stained with blood, with abominable blood, ghoul stench, and the disgusting green blood of the Nebru worms. The insignia of the Order remains, and beside Ares are hordes of corpses that look like hills.

He had killed too much, however, Kergassud was not satisfied, and the lich wanted to let the ghouls drown him and let the puppet zombies drown him, just as they corrupted the first generation of Ashbringers. Use the terrifying numbers of the Scourge Legion to destroy the last self-confidence and courage of mankind.

Finally, exhausted Ares took his sword in one hand and plunged the Ember Bringer into the ground, maintaining his standing position. The ground beneath his feet was still filled with the energy of the Light. But he couldn't do it anymore, his breathing became extremely rapid, and the cold air was inhaled through his nose and mouth, causing intense pain in his lungs.

He gasped, and Kergassud was long gone.

The surrounding undead were like hungry beasts, staring at the paladin on the field. His armor had worn out in many places, and with one more rush, it would be finished. However, just as the massive ghouls and zombies were besieging Ares again, a white shadow fell rapidly from the sky.

When an eagle-like scream rang out, the Snow Eagle smashed into the undead legion beside Ares at an astonishing speed. The lion-like body blocked the damage of the hundreds of undead around him.

At the same time, Snow Eagle tore at the flesh of her enemies with her sharp claws, and blinded her enemies with her scissor-like beak. Powerful wings flapped over ghouls and zombies trying to get forward...... Even the Niburu spider was helpless in front of her. The grunt of zombies, the tearing sound of flesh being torn apart, and the chirping of Nebru spiders surrounded Ares. The snow eagle fought bloodily, was in danger again and again, and flapped its wings to meet the enemy.

She is like a loyal guardian, always there when Ares needs it most. The light strengthened her armor so that the ghoul's claws could not hurt her.

Griffons, twice the size of lions, slaughtered bloodthirsty around Ares until there was another circle of corpses around the paladin...... Only then did she puff out her chest proudly and let out a terrible scream.

The necromancer aimed at the target, and black and purple energy balls immediately smashed.

Ares, on the other hand, used his last strength to call out the Light. The shield of light protected the paladins and griffins, but Ares was depleted of the last of his strength. Pushing himself up, he climbed onto the griffin's back.

In the blazing firelight, the snow eagle flapped its wings......

The fog disrupted the battlefield and, at the same time, confused the Scourge commanders. In the chaos of the battlefield, there is no light, and no one can figure out a specific target......

A dozen scourge ghouls flew towards the snow-colored griffon carrying Ares at the lich's orders, but the wind and fog soon hid the eagle's whereabouts......

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