However, at the moment when these fur smugglers rushed over, Cole, who had been concentrating on the movements of his hands and seemed to be completely unaware of the changes in the outside world, had a faint mockery on his face. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

At the moment when these fur smugglers approached, the staff in his hand suddenly lit up, accompanied by a bright light like stars, and an invisible and astonishing repulsion directly pushed out all the burly figures rushing around.

Before these figures who had been rushing at high speed approached Cole, they felt as if their bodies were slamming into an invisible iron wall, and the huge force of the shock made their internal organs tremble, and the red blood couldn't help but spurt out directly from their mouths.

"Poof-" A dozen or so figures flew out upside down in unison, and then smashed to the ground, looking extremely embarrassed.

The three Naga magicians behind Cole were all taken aback by the sudden change in front of them, but they were all relieved to see the old man's calm appearance.

A subtle flush appeared on his face, but as the remaining vitality in his body was consumed again, Cole's face quickly returned to normal, and as for the Naga magicians on the side, they naturally did not notice the other party's abnormality.

His eyes casually glanced at the fur smugglers who had fallen out, and Cole ignored them.

The violent magic power in the body began to surge wildly, and in the void that ordinary people could not perceive with the naked eye, little ripples were spreading around at an alarming speed.

The magic around him swirled like a storm, and at this time, Cole seemed to be in the center of the storm, and the surging magic began to revolve around him, and then continued to pour into his body.

The wings of ice and fire slowly extended from behind him again, as if the wings were made of some kind of natural pattern, and they only swayed slightly, as if even this void could not carry the blazing flames and bone-chilling ice.

Feeling the surge of violent magic, Cole couldn't help but sigh, and once again used this power that he couldn't control at all, no matter what the final result was, he couldn't see it......

However, that long-ingrained knowledge was enough to make him abandon everything, even if it was ...... His life!

Everything is for the future of the Naga people.

Waves of intense pain kept coming to Cole's mind, but at this time, he couldn't care about that much, he had to release the magic in his body before he completely lost his mind, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

It's just that his figure had just taken a few steps towards the Guards cavalry who were mercilessly slaughtering, and with a sudden crisp sound, he fell forever.

"Bang bang-"

Seeing the staggering but still difficult to move figure, Kit, who was lurking in the rear, also gave the order to attack without hesitation.

"Gun on the shoulder, shoot!"

The town militia, who had been in ambush on both sides for a long time, heard Kit's order, and did not hesitate to pull the trigger in his hand.

The originally pitch-black barrel burst into flames at this moment, and with the sudden rise of light, but fleeting, the beast that was locked in the prison was released again.

Dozens of bullets were like pale devils, with bursts of sharp and violent whistling, ruthlessly raging.

"Puff puff-"

With a crisp sound like popping beans, blood flowers kept splashing out of each other's bodies, and Cole's figure was like a little candlelight swaying in the wind, barely swaying for a while, before it slowly extinguished unwillingly.

As the smoke slowly spread, the old man, who had been guarding this Naga tribe for more than a century, finally fell into an eternal sleep.

"It's over......" The moment the sharp bullet tore through his body mercilessly, Cole knew that it was all over.

Consciousness gradually dissipated, and in the last moments of his life, countless memories were like photo albums, page by page from his mind.

The ignorance of childhood, the naïve romance of youth, and the pride of youth......

And the things he once cherished and hoped for disappeared as the heavy staff was passed into his hands.

The heavy burden weighed on him like a huge mountain, making it extremely difficult for him to even breathe.

Remorse, unwillingness, anger...... All kinds of emotions rose sharply at the last moment of life, like a fierce beast with teeth and claws, which was extremely sublimated at this moment, but in the end, it turned into a tired sigh.

He's so tired......

As Cole's body fell, the wings of fire and ice behind him seemed to lose control, and the blazing flames and bone-chilling ice burst out in unison.

The Naga around them, who had not yet reacted, were only engulfed by the terrifying flames and ice in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, centered on the place where Cole fell, a radius of seven or eight meters was shrouded in crazy raging flames and ice.

The three Naga magicians in the rear stared at the scene in front of them in amazement, and a huge terror surged towards them like a tide.

As the few remaining magicians of the Naga clan, they can be said to be the ones who know the strength of the high priest best, but at this time, the other party did not even put up the slightest resistance, and was directly killed in an instant.

The haze of terror locked onto a few of them, but before they could get any far, the Grim Reaper's scythe was swung at him.

And after this last resistance dissipated, the killing was inexorably diffuse.

Bitter wails, desperate curses, hoarse pleas for mercy...... All kinds of rout voices are vividly displayed at this moment.

In the face of real death, everything seems so pale and powerless.

However, no matter how many Naga begged for mercy, there would be no emotional fluctuations on the faces of those frantically chopping guards.

Once in battle, they will turn into ruthless demons who will not back down for the glory and future of the Empire, even if their hands are bloody.

A Naga desperately fled in all directions, but their speed, how could they catch up with these majestic and powerful French horses.

With a haughty neigh, the horses galloped around the arena at a rapid pace, and the increasingly thick bloody aura did not make them feel uncomfortable, but stimulated them to move forward like some kind of poison.

The scimitar is waving! The smoke is spreading! War horses are galloping!

Blood, just like that, filled the entire battlefield, and for those Naga, endless darkness came!

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