In the sky, the eye of the typhoon, which controls the atmosphere and lightning, constantly releases thunderbolts and cyclones to deal with the dazzling spirit of white light; On the ground, the Minotaur, wielding a great-axe of cold light, slashed angrily, each blow sending a large spark of sparks on the stone shell of the magical exemplar, the thud of the hooves crashing into the ground echoed with the sound of the bombardment. Outside the palace, the savior of the deep sea is using the spells of the water system and the Sea Emperor Trident to deal with the golden flying ants, although so far, it has not been able to calm down this bomber-like noisy big bug, but with the secret treasure horn given by the Sea Emperor Whale, the golden flying ants can't help her.

The three-on-three battle situation gradually fell into a stalemate.

There are a total of thirteen of Grimm's contract creatures, among which the strongest three-body, the Water Elemental Lord Phantom Ghost, cannot appear in Gnodia due to the agreement signed by the first generation; The Lord of Valhalla and the Titans, one is spiritually liberated, the other has just been resurrected - or in the form of a giant skeleton, neither of which can be played. In addition, the eagle-headed avenger Delga lost contact with him during the teleportation, and the lake elf princess Ariette has stayed in Jinlunga and never left (the official version is to stay and learn from the Holy Spirit Vivian, but everyone knows her true role), and there are not many magic pets left that can be mobilized.

But that doesn't mean the young duke will be at a disadvantage.

Andersen saw Grimm raise his left hand from afar, and his heart suddenly tightened. Perhaps even he didn't notice that the triumphant and invincible court mage had been unconsciously ground down by Green's self-confidence. The proud three-headed summoned beast has all encountered evenly matched opponents, and the battle that was originally inevitable has evolved into an embarrassing situation today, and Andersen's confidence is no longer what it used to be, and he turns on visual magic. His eyes were wide and staring at Green's movements, and as soon as the young duke raised his hand, Andersen suddenly shouted nervously:

"Up, on! Kill him! Everyone is up, and whoever dares to retreat will be punished by God! ”

Divided by the battle between the Magometrial and the Minotaur, the Drow Palace guards carefully dodged the wielding axe. From time to time, you also have to protect yourself from sparks. Finally regrouped, the captain of the Drow guard didn't have time to form the team, Andersen's voice became far away, and in desperation, she had to give the order to attack, and at the same time transmit magic power to the magic stone in her hand, and send a signal to the palace guards who were hiding in the main hall in order to ambush Grimm when he retreated. The Dark Elves are well-trained, and even if there is a fierce battle between two behemoths behind them, they still strictly follow the orders of their superiors. Form a simple formation and approach Green.

Even though they knew that the stick figure wall was indestructible, they attacked with halberds and scimitars.

Hula――

Dozens of Dark Elf Palace guards surrounded Grimm and slashed around, suppressing his movements in order to give time to his comrades who had been ambushed. Soon, another group of drow elves arrived, and two groups of people were rounding in front of Grimm. Together, there were nearly 100 people.

"Numbers to win?"

Green stared playfully at Andersen, who was standing on a high place, with a hint of a nonchalant smile on his lips.

The court mage listened to it well. His teeth creaked, and he was so angry that he was afraid that he would faint at any moment. He held his wand in one hand, pointed hard at Green with the other, and roared with red eyes, "Yes! I just rely on the number of people to win, and you can also call people if you have the ability? You scream, scream. Who in this dark elf palace will help you? ”

This is too ungraceful to say, and compared to the previous disdain, it is simply a broken jar.

The young duke knew that his "old enemy" had begun to get carried away.

"There's really no one here to help me, all of them are vicious. You can't wait to break my body to pieces, right? ”

Green looked around, his gaze fixed on Andersen, and shrugged his shoulders as if helplessly.

"What a layout, I really don't want to disappoint you, really."

Hearing this, Andersen's heart jumped-

"It's a pity that I'm a 'cloud-piercing arrow', and I don't look back when I open my bow."

The left arm, which had not been lowered since it was raised, finally began to generate magical power. Protected by the little fox's defensive technique, Green concentrated on controlling his left arm, a strange power fluctuation emanating from his arm, the pitch-black thorn pattern seemed to be attracted, and it crawled up viciously, like a small snake with open fangs competing for its prey, almost coming back to life and breaking out.

A sharp pain that rippled across Green's left arm.

This power comes from the son of the armor, and the pain is caused by the excessive consumption that causes a backlash against the body. Green gritted his teeth, beads of sweat dripping from the corners of his forehead, but he resolutely refused to stop, this was the first time he had made such a call: strange, there was no tacit understanding at all; Many, completely beyond the limit of what he can carry at one time.

But he still has to do, and what he decides must have a beginning and an end.

What's more, he also gave his own promise.

The power of the Son of Uniform gradually gathered on his left hand, and then slowly spread into the air like a window flower that had just frosted.

The swarthy gate took shape inch by inch in front of the young duke.

The breath of recklessness struck suddenly.

The drow elven guards closest to Grimm were intimidated by this pure, unjustified sense of oppression, and they had never experienced such a powerful momentum that destroyed the will to destroy. They completely forgot about the attack, and froze in horror, when there was a loud sound, one of the dark elves was shocked, and his right hand was paralyzed and his grip relaxed, but the drop of the weapon did not awaken any of the soldiers, including the chief of the palace guard, and there was only one thought in everyone's mind:

Submit to.

At a glance, the indistinguishable black hole has a fixed shape, and it is silent inside, without any sound.

And then there is a step.

"Mom......!?"

Hans Christian Andersen, who just wanted to scold the drow elves, suddenly widened his eyes. When it came to his mouth, he couldn't say it at all, like someone grabbed him by the neck and swallowed it back into his stomach in half a breath.

In the courtyard, the long-horned land demon stepped out of the black hole, and above the bronze burly figure was a cold face that stood out from the crowd.

Bang -

A terrifyingly exaggerated giant sword slammed into the ground.

The tall and sturdy body makes this terrifying thing stand out from the crowd. He was silent, looking down at the stunned dark elves in front of him. The cold gaze cast on his eyes was like looking at a flock of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Immediately afterward, footsteps fell heavily in the black hole again.

Nineteen axe-wielding warriors with similar appearances, but more like steel, walked with the same sonorous steps, like a unified individual stepping onto the land of the dark elves.

"Kunali. Broken Sword Guards—"

One of the warriors, with a muffled voice, announced their arrival.

Kunali, here.

The Dark Elves are born from the Forest Elves, and they are almost universally known to Kunali. Each of them knew how terrifying this fabled race was, but it wasn't until today that the Drow guards really understood how pale the biographical accounts were.

It was just twenty people, motionless like statues. But it is clearly written in four big characters.

Invincible.

Standing at the end of the line, the Drow Spirit involuntarily took a step back.

Hans Christian Andersen, who was standing on the high platform, did not feel the strong impact on his face, but the vicious illusion of choosing people to devour him lingered in his heart. It took a lot of effort, and the muscles in his face trembled constantly, before he finally controlled his disordered breathing, and his heart retreated, but he was unwilling to die. Relying on the battle of being far away and with the bull-headed beast and the magic model in the middle, Andersen shouted at the top of his voice. The first word is almost out of tune.

But his voice still reached the ears of the people in the courtyard.

"You, you're up! The legends are all fake, they are nothing special, there are only twenty people on the other side, and the pile can also pile them to death! ”

Only twenty people? You are light, you have the ability to go up!

The drow elf chief smiled wryly, and cursed the eighteenth generation of Andersen's ancestors in his heart. She tried to keep her eyes on the other party's commander. However, after simply looking at each other, the guard commander couldn't help but swallow.

Do we really want to fight such an enemy?

Can we really fight such an enemy?

The captain of the guard, who had no intention of fighting, had such suspicions. But after Green's words, he was frightened.

"'Only twenty people'? , why am I so tired? ”

At the sound of the order, the black hole suddenly trembled.

Another figure stepped out of the summoned space. He also had horns on his forehead, but his face was covered with ghost-like visor armor, and he was wearing black streamer stainless steel enchantment plate armor, and he carried a giant long sword that ordinary people need to hold with both hands in one hand, and the blade of the sword was like a dog's tooth intertwined, and a touch of blood ran through the entire sword body. Under the shoulder armor of his left shoulder, the dark blue half-side cloak was windless and automatic, fluttering, revealing a terrifying claw almost the thickness of his thigh at the end of his arm.

Then, the second.

The third, the fourth, the fifth...... In the black hole, the mighty warriors seemed to have no end, one after another out of the space of another dimension, they were silent, and the discipline of the Broken Sword Guards was normal, but the complete difference was that the killing intent of the Broken Sword Guards only broke out when the order was given, and these Kunali warriors in top costumes exuded a "kill your whole family" aura all the time, and even the magic models in battle were affected, and they frequently looked sideways to this side.

Raw, powerful, pure.

This is the strongest armament of the Kunali people, and they are only subordinate to the general and the Guards Headquarters.

"Dreadnought Blade, assembled."

A certain voice sounded from the murderous army, and no one could hear where it was, and no one saw that anyone had spoken.

Assesis, who was at the front of the two teams, nodded imperceptibly.

He turned, his gaze sweeping over each soldier, and finally retracted his majesty and looked at Grimm at the back.

"Kunali, General."

The commander paused, revealing his true identity for the first time.

"Ask Your Highness for your order."

Green breathed a long sigh of relief, put down his unconscious left hand, and gently spat out four words.

"Defeat them."

Assesis turned, pulled out the dragon's spine that sank deep into the ground with a thud, and raised his hand to point straight ahead.

"Kunali—"

"Shok!" (To be continued.) )