"Adventurer, thank you......"

When Li Yang and Mo Shang Lihua were about to complete the dungeon and clear the customs, a voice sounded. Vertices are updated the fastest

It's that NPC!

"This is what I should do! Not for the sake of the Empire, but for what you should do to live as a human being! ”

This is not a battle between people, but a battle of origin.

Humans and barbarians can never coexist peacefully, and the moment he came into contact with the fragments of his memory, Li Yang deeply understood this truth.

"Yes! As a human ......"

The sound of NPCs was heard in the air.

[System Announcement: Congratulations to the player for making a dead old knife and Mo Shang Pear Blossom for the first pass of the abyss difficulty "Alien Territory Periphery" dungeon, and will receive special rewards......]

[System Announcement: Congratulations to the player for making a dead old knife and Mo Shang Pear Blossom for the first pass of the abyss difficulty "Alien Territory Periphery" dungeon, and will receive special rewards......]

[System Announcement: Congratulations to the player for making a dead old knife and Mo Shang Pear Blossom for the first pass of the abyss difficulty "Alien Territory Periphery" dungeon, and will receive special rewards......]

Three announcements appeared in a row, but Li Yang didn't notice them, because some memory images suddenly appeared in his mind.

There is no doubt that this is from the memory of that NPC, and it is a different picture from the previous battles, and this time it seems to be on a much larger scale than before!

[War, it's finally here.

I stood up, patted the dust off my pants, then put on my helmet and said in an unusually firm voice: "Lower the flag, raise the battle flag!" ”

"Yes, sir!" As soon as I finished speaking, Melchior raised a hand, and the melodious sound of bull's horns spread to every corner, symbolizing the battle flags of various units raised one after another behind me. A rustle of footsteps sounded at the foot of the hill, and soldiers in yellow uniforms and armor trotted out at the sound of the officers' orders, and after splashing up patches of dust, quickly arranged in front of the wooden fence.

At this time, several dragoons dressed in cyan armor appeared on the edge of Lin Hai, and from such a distance, I could also feel the murderous aura in their red eyes. After wandering for a moment, several dragoons suddenly snapped their horses and galloped back to Linhai, and after a while, the sound of dull footsteps came from there in bursts.

I'm afraid that few people can see so many dragoons, the cyan armor exudes a cold aura in the sun, the towering dragon lance, and the earth dragon that keeps roaring, which puts heavy pressure on the opponent psychologically.

“…… Six hundred...... Eight hundred...... A thousand ......" Magura, who was beside me, counted the number of dragoons in a trembling voice, his face a little pale, and his lips still a little blue. Not amazed at his fear, I reached out and took his hand, sharing his trembling.

"Magura, do you think death is terrible?" I asked suddenly.

Magura turned her head and said, "Waste...... Nonsense, who wants to die! I haven't had enough gold yet. ”

"I don't want to die, after all, I promised Alice to go back to see her." I exhaled a breath and I could still laugh.

There was a hint of softness on Magora's face: "Alize, I really haven't seen her for a long time." ”

"Then when this battle is over, let's go see her together." Feeling the fear in Magula's heart subside slightly, I let go of his hand and stepped forward, and under the hill, there were more soldiers. Raising the "megaphone" made by De Cos, I shouted: "Those who can stand here are warriors, today, I will not say any more words of encouragement, now, I just need to say a word to everyone, take care, your wife and children are still waiting for you to go back!" ”

Then he retreated and said to Melchior: "Ready to fight!" ”

Pulling out a small flag from his bosom, Melchior waved it twice, and the archer's battle flag fell first.

"Get on the arrow!" Quickly drew his short sword, the first gave the order, and four hundred archers put their arrows on the bowstring, then knelt down and pulled out the first yellow line of defense in front of the fence.

At this time, a group of dragoons stepped out from the large force, neatly lined up, about thirty people, Aomori's dragon spear pointed directly at us, and after tearing off the protective surface, let out a strange roar, and took the lead in attacking. It was eight o'clock in the morning, the sun was still hanging obliquely in the sky, and the warm summer breeze swept the stench of the dragon in front of me, and the war began at this moment.

"Musketeers!" Now is not the time to hide your strength, if you let this group of dragoons break through, even the high morale will be broken. Anyway, when they arrived at this field, no one would retreat, so they would directly show their strength, so that the soldiers could know that the dragoons were not as terrible as the legend said.

The battle flags of the muskets fell, and the forty musketeers quickly interspersed into the pile of archers, picking up the muskets that had been reloaded long ago.

In this moment alone, the dragoons had already rushed through most of the battlefield, reaching less than a hundred meters from the wooden fence.

"Put!" Resolutely waving my hand, almost without the slightest hesitation, a moment after I gave the order, there was a loud "ping" sound, followed by a burst of white smoke. Through the white smoke, there were more than a dozen thin rays of light, and after passing quickly, they rushed directly into the ranks of the dragoons, and there was a blood mist.

There was no scream, the first few earth dragons fell to the ground violently, and the knights on it were thrown out heavily, if it was someone else, they would have died in the high-speed impact, but the dragoons could still stagger to their feet, barely drew the dragon knife from their waists, and struggled to rush over.

"Ping" is another row of muskets, and the body of the dragoons blooms with gorgeous flowers, red, with a strong bloody atmosphere permeating the entire battlefield. The first few shook a bit, let go and dropped the dragon knife.

The dragon knives rolled on the ground a few times, and the cyan blades finally flashed with light, and blood spilled down, obscuring their light, and then the corpses of their masters fell to them.

Three rows of muskets in succession, when the smoke cleared, there was only the wail of the earth dragon on the battlefield, and in front of the musket array, dozens of corpses lay there, blood seeping into the muddy ground, staining our eyes red. Even the dragoon, who was at the front, was still one step away from the fence, his hand still there, as if trying to grasp the fence, his eyes wide open, imprinting the last of his hatred into Hitomito.

In the first wave, all thirty dragoons were killed, and the only thing left was a ground dragon struggling to get up, and from its mouth let out a helpless chirp. An arrow flew out and swept down its throat, the last sound was stopped, and the battlefield was left with a deathly silence.

"Drink" Retis raised his tomahawk and suddenly howled loudly, and almost at the same time, shouts of excitement resounded in the camp of our army, and countless weapons were lifted into the air, mixed with contempt and scolding of the dragoons, and the original fear dissipated at this moment. 】