"Alright, Butos, adventurer, don't grieve for too long because of a dream. Looking at the battlefield in the distance, Eramus said, "We still have a tough battle to fight." ”

Butos held Bitrice's hand and slowly let go. Butos looked up at the cute big owl, and Bitrice's expression didn't seem to be very good at this point, probably because Butos had just grabbed it too tightly.

"Elf King Filasr, how is the battle going now?" Iramos asked with a slight frown.

Filasr used a spell to map the situation on the battlefield in the distance in front of everyone, and said, "It can only be barely supported, and the army of the horseman king Poguza and the dwarven warriors play a key role in the frontal battlefield. As soon as Dannuga arrives, we can turn the tide of things. ”

Looking through the picture, I saw that the Horseman King was fighting everywhere with a holy flag, and wherever the banner of Pogusa went, the blood of the orcs flowed for a long time. The banner that Srdo once sacrificed with his life has now become the most powerful weapon of the Rider King.

Eramos closed his eyes slightly, as if he was muttering something. Soon, the old mage opened his eyes again, and he said in a commanding tone: "The whole army is attacking! Decisive battle with Yerusar! ”

The corners of Filas's mouth rose slightly, and then he turned to the elves who had been in a state of readiness and shouted, "Tulxie! Matnalos!”

Thousands of elven warriors quickly picked up their elven swords and began to line up after hearing the order.

Silace also stood in the middle of the column. Elf King Filas strode towards the military tent, and then jumped high with the rope of the military tent, and then a silver moon white wolf appeared in a white light and caught Filas in the air.

Under the leadership of Filasr, the elven army was dispatched.

At this time, Butos also rode on Bitrice: "What are we going to do?"

Eramus summoned the griffin and replied, "Capture Jerusar and take the Frosty Relic." ”

The "Tears of the Shark" in Butos's pocket shimmered faintly. Butos laughed and replied, "For Middle-earth!

Immediately, with an extremely high-pitched eagle roar, Butos, the owl knight, flew out like a sword shot by Danuga.

Eramos stroked his long beard and smiled slightly. In the light of the staff, the sturdy griffon flew toward the battlefield.

"This is the dwarven king's three hundred and twenty-seventh head!" shouted Handa as he chopped off the head of an orc.

Surrounded by Handa were countless corpses and pools of blood.

Pogusa laughed and picked an orc away with the Holy Banner, and said loudly to Handa, "I've killed four hundred of them!"

Handa's eyes widened and he replied with a loud shout, "Your weapon is longer than our dwarves!"

"But the Dwarven King came before the Horseman!" Pogusa still enjoyed the feeling of bloody battle, and his hearty laughter echoed across the battlefield.

Handa was suddenly stunned when he heard this, and then he picked up a one-handed axe on the ground and began to fight with a heavy hammer in one hand and a plate axe in the other: "We are going to use all our strength now! If you don't kill as much as us, don't blame me for robbing you of your wine after the battle!"

Pogusa held the flagpole with both hands and stabbed at the orcs, and suddenly four or five orcs were strung together: "Four hundred and thirty-two!"

Handa screamed unpleasantly, and picked up the plate axe and hammer with great force, and the orc's blood splattered in the whirlwind of the dwarves. However, an arrow flying from a distance behind pierced the orc's head with precision and grace.

Handa turned to look, only to see a large field of elves rushing towards the battlefield.

"The elves are going to take credit from us, too!" shouted Handa.

At this moment, a trumpet sound came from the rear of the orc army. Danuga and the barbarian tribe also came and killed him. For a moment, the roars of the orcs rushed to the battlefield like a tidal wave.

"Even the orcs are going to fight with the dwarves to kill the orcs!" Handa still shouted.

The warriors of the Savage Tribes are incomparably formidable. It was these warriors brought by the Beastmaster Danuga that put the Yerusar Legion, which had the upper hand, at a disadvantage.

Yarusar's eyes began to fill with anger: "These stupid northern tribes, I am your leader!"

"No one can have complete control over others, except with love and respect!" Iramós's voice echoed loudly in Yerusal's ears.

Jerusar looked up into the sky and saw Ilamós and Butos rushing towards her.

"Hand over the Frost Relic!" Eramos' staff unleashed an incomparably powerful light.

Yerusar also raised her staff towards Eramus, flames and lightning converging at the tip of the staff.

Butos also took out the "Tears of the Shark" and aimed it at Yarusar.

In the sound of three completely different incantations, the three forces stirred together, and a huge light burst out from the center of the Yarusar Legion. And the powerful energy fluctuations also caused the orcs in the center of the Yalesar Legion to lose their lives.

"You will pay for what you have done!" exclaimed Eramos. The spell energy also skyrocketed in an instant.

Yerusar screamed, completely unable to resist the combined attack of Eramus and Butos.

I saw that in a huge explosion, the hordes of orcs fell. And Jerusar fell to the ground scarred, and his staff containing evil energy was broken in two.

Eramus and Butos jumped off their mounts and pointed their weapons at Yalesar's filthy head.

"Where's the Frost Relic?" questioned Erasmus.

However, Jerusar did not answer Eramus, the orc priest who had been watching Butos with her cloudy eyes. Yarumsar sang in a very mocking tone: "The north wind blows, the meteor is like tears, little Butos, little Butos is about to ...... adult"

"Don't sing my grandfather's ballads!" Butos glared angrily at Jerusar, "You filthy orc!"

Yarumsar laughed insolently in a hoarse throat: "Little Butos, you are definitely the loveliest life in the world. ”

Butos's gaze was infinitely cold and murderous, and now he only needed to recite a spell and Jerusar would die instantly.

"What can you do if you kill me? The poisonous dragon has fled the Black Swamp, and the catastrophe is coming!" Jerusar had no fear, death was like eating a rotten piece of rotten stinking meat, nothing more than something to be felt in her throat.

"Where the hell is the Frost Relic!" Iramos asked again.

Yalesar smiled and begged, "Great old mage, I beg you to spare me, I beg you to ......."

"Unless the people who died because of you can come back to life!" Eramus pressed the staff closer to Jerusal, "Where's the Frost Relic!"

"At the palace gates, my ravens have arrived. Yarumsar replied proudly, "The elves are pouring out, and there is no abominable bow and arrow to stop my plans, hahahaha......". Immediately after, in front of Butos and Eramus, in the midst of this hoarse laughter, Yerusar's body was instantly enveloped by a flock of crows, and infinite black crows flew out of Yerusar's body.

Butos and Eramus hurriedly avoided it. Eramus shouted and unleashed a spell, and the flames instantly burned the crows to ashes. But in the ashes, Jerusar was gone.

Eramus's brow furrowed: "We have been tricked ......"

"Defend back, defend back!" Iranmus jumped onto the griffin and shouted at the elven king Filasr who was killing the enemy in the distance.

Filas also suddenly realized that something was wrong, and he immediately gathered the elves and rushed towards the Ancient Frost Palace.

However, just as the coalition forces were preparing to return to defense, a faint blue light streak suddenly fluctuated on the periphery of the Ancient Frost Palace.

Eramus's eyebrows furrowed like mountains.

By the time everyone rushed to the palace gates, the entrance to the palace had already been closed. The figure of Yarusar has long since disappeared, and only a large flock of crows is left hovering at the palace gates......