At the same time that Brando's group was attacked, it was pouring rain and darkness on the Cruz line, and Sir Hawthorn rode his dragon through the woodland with his monks. "What the hell." He grumbled in a low voice, "If those Eruins can stand this weather, we'll be enough for once!" The monks laughed quietly, for Hawthorn, from the warm northern foothills of the Cruz Manerland Mountains, was very unaccustomed to the humidity and coldness of the season in Ampesel.

The war dragon under the saddle stands more than three meters tall and weighs half a ton of iron armor, making it the most common mount for heavy cavalry in this era. The ground seemed to tremble slightly with each step, leaving a puddle of mud several inches deep in the muddy woodland.

They were here because of reports that a corvette of the Conolia fleet had been attacked by strange creatures on its way back after the Eruin royal fleet had stopped attacking. However, the Wyverces of the Northern Alliance of the Eruin did not find any trace of the frigate in the relevant airspace, so it was their turn to send their ground forces.

Hawthorn bet the frigate must have crashed, and as the group walked through the forest, a burning wreck of a battleship came into view. All that was once a majestic warplane was now a broken shelf, with broken masts and wind sails scattered all over the ground, and even many cables still hanging from nearby tree branches.

"This is the frigate that crashed after being reported to have been attacked, it's really huge." Sir Hawthorn couldn't help but think.

"Oh my God, it's the Bullshark!" Someone recognized the frigate. I couldn't help but cry out in surprise, "Who made it look like this?" ”

"I think we'll know soon," said Sir Hawthorn, looking up suddenly. 'Zheng' pulled out his long sword: "There is an enemy, prepare to fight." ”

Following his roar, everyone saw a pink monster crawl out of the wreckage of the battleship. The monster climbed up the fallen mast, and soon reached the breach. It was a troll that looked like both a bat and a humanoid, about two or three meters tall, with more developed forelimbs than hind limbs, knotted upper arms, a bull-like head on its neck, and a nose ring.

"It's a demon. Brute! "Someone with sharp eyes called out the name of the monster at a glance. The demons are one of the sworn enemies of the Sanctuary of Fire, and the monks and soldiers have seen the images of these demons in various scriptures and texts.

"Disperse!" Sir Hawthorne reacted faster than they did.

The Barbarians are the main air force of the Brimstone River, and the young Barbarians have the strength of the Silver Peak, and once they reach their adult form, they have the strength of the Golden Primary. And the brute in front of Sir Hawthorn's eyes has grown long horns, and it is obviously a real adult barbarian lord. The Barbarian Lord, like many other demons, has a talent for harnessing fire, and has several spell-like abilities described as flames.

Fireball is one of them.

As soon as the fire flashed, a ball of flame had already exploded in the formation of the monks in the Temple of Cruz Flame, and several young monks suddenly turned into burning men. After releasing the fireball, the Barbarian Lord let out a roar on the broken mast. As if enjoying the thrill of killing, "Damn the devil! Ser Hawthorn could not help but be furious, and he immediately ordered the seated dragon to speed forward, and the barbarian lord flapped his wings and flew up from the ship, flying into the air and throwing fireballs at him one by one.

But Ser Hawthorn was not afraid, and he approached as if he were walking through flames, long enough. With a backhand, he removes the spear from behind him and throws it forward.

The monks only saw a golden straight line come out of Sir Hawthorn's hand, and the next moment it was right in the sky with the barbarian lord in the sky. It was a Templar-quality magic spear that had been sanctified and was the demon's natural enemy. The short spear struck the barbarian lord's wings like a drop of water rolled into boiling oil, and with a roar of blazing white flames burst into flames.

I saw the barbarian demon lord fall from the air with a scream, and hit his head on the broken mast of the battleship, and his head immediately separated from his body, tearing his spine out of his muscles a few meters away. Suddenly he died and couldn't die anymore.

The monks and soldiers were stunned for a moment, and then they all let out a cheer.

Hawthorn also breathed a sigh of relief. He looked back, and he probably knew in his heart what attack the Bullshark had been attacked and crashed. It seems that the Wood High Priest's guess is correct, the demons have invaded Eruin in a big way, the demons lack a high-level air force, and the Barbarian Demon Lord is already one of the best elite flying troops under the Brimstone River.

But it was at this time that he suddenly heard someone scream: "What's that?" ”

Sir Hawthorn was startled, and subconsciously followed the voice and turned his head. He felt as if the sky had brightened slightly, and the layers of dark clouds in that direction parted at once, and a flaming meteorite fell from the sky and fell in a certain direction.

Then, as if to replicate this scene, the black clouds rolled as if they were boiling, and countless flickers of fiery red light appeared behind the separated clouds. Then one meteorite after another tore through the dark clouds and fell downward, reflecting half of the sky in a blood-red color for a while.

Sir Hawthorn was utterly stunned. He had already estimated that the direction in which those meteorites fell was the main position of the Northern Alliance, and when it was over, his heart was cold, and he saw with his own eyes that a meteorite hit the 'Perran' in the distance, and the flagship of the Cruz was reduced to ashes in a dazzling light.

At that moment, Sir Hawthorn even forgot that the captain of the Conolia fleet was still on the flagship, and in fact he had lost the ability to think at all. There is no magic array in the sky, this is the spell of the demons, it should be the top spell of the Fourteen Rings - Doom.

A high-level demon at the level of a lord had entered the portal, and there was only one thought left in his mind.

……

"What did you say!?"

"Where are they now?" Macaro and Overwell spoke at the same time, but they didn't have time to say the next word. Suddenly, a bright light flashed outside the camp, and an exclamation came from outside the tent.

Outside the tent, it seemed as if half the sky was lit up.

Something big is wrong. Everyone was shocked. Charles was the first to react, turning around and opening the door to his tent. Then the red-haired girl, who had been silent, rushed out of his side, then Antitina, and Macaro and Overwell exchanged glances. He also walked out.

As soon as they stepped out of the tent, everyone suddenly lost the ability to speak. In their field of vision, they saw that the sky in the northwest was full of fire. Countless meteors rained down from mid-air and to the ground.

Macaro made a quick estimate and had already calculated that the direction was Bunoan.

"The demons have begun to attack the Northern Alliance!" He immediately came to a conclusion.

"That's doomsday, the other party has a wizard in the extreme realm." Overwell gasped: "It's the Demon Lord, Martha is above, I'm afraid this time it will be a whole demon army, more than the one recorded in history!" ”

Everyone knew what he had said about the last time, when a kingdom about the size of Eruin had been utterly destroyed and reduced to scorched earth. Millions of lives have been lost to the devil's wrath. It was not a war anymore, but a massacre and a catastrophe.

It is a scar in Vaynd's history that will never be erased.

But this time it seemed like it was the turn of the ancient kingdom of Eruin.

The thought of what had done wrong to deserve such punishment arose in the hearts of all. But it was the lone wolf of the kingdom who was the first to react. "Makaro!" He shouted.

"I know, Overwell, I made a mistake," Macaro suddenly realized his mistake. Although he originally planned to let the Northern Alliance be cannon fodder, now he suddenly found that he had miscalculated the strength of the demon. Now the situation is already clear that neither of them can fight such a demonic army if the two parties cannot unite. In fact, even if they are united, there is little hope.

"We have to find a way to support the Yankees right away." Macarol gritted his teeth and said, "After the spell, the demon will definitely launch a ground attack. Those Yankees and Cruz people will definitely not be able to hold on, and as soon as they retreat, the whole of Eruin will be finished. ”

Overwell nodded, but his heart was also angry. This was all a good thing done by the Cruz and the Flame Temple, and he now finally understood why Brando was so angry in the first place, and even blackmailed the other party without giving the Temple any face.

Now that I think about it, if I had been him, I guess it would have been nice if I hadn't broken with the temple on the spot.

"But what about the Lord and Her Royal Highness the Princess?" Antitina suddenly spoke, "They are still surrounded by demons. ”

Overwell and Makaro were stunned, they seemed to have forgotten about the question. "Where are they now, did Brando say anything?" Overwell asked.

"According to the lordship, they should be in the middle of several low mountains near the west of Mount Macchenko, the harpy has blocked their retreat and they have to retreat to the north, the lord has asked us to send a royal fleet to meet Her Royal Highness and open a passage for them." Charles Road.

"I said a long time ago that they shouldn't risk their lives," Macaro snorted angrily, "Her Royal Highness is also by her own temperament, she should have expected the current situation. Now, the demons are attacking us, and we have to find a way to rescue them even if we have a little difficulty parrying? ”

"But who else but Brando, who else here is more familiar with Jorgane? Her Royal Highness the princess is willing to risk her life, this is a noble act, Macaro I thought you just had no brains, but I didn't expect that even the honor of nobility would be given up. The lone wolf of the kingdom sneered sharply.

"What did you say?"

"Alright, stop arguing!" Antitina stood up and interrupted the two, her brow furrowed. "What else did the lord say?" She asked Charles, who she felt was not the one to give orders so rashly.

"Actually, Lord Lord has other plans, he wants us to inform the Wood Priest, so that the Cruz people can cooperate with us." Charles Road.

"What does he want to do?" Makaro raised his eyebrows keenly, and the sharp gaze under his eyebrows looked at the young wizard.

What he wanted to do.

Wood also wanted to know this, the demons had launched an attack on the Bunoan region, and to put it nicely, the Northern Coalition was retreating, but it was only a precursor to collapse. This is an army that has already been defeated, and it has long lost its morale. Now it was the Sanctuary of Fire holding its ground, but it was also suffering heavy casualties under the blow of doomsday spells.

The Conolia fleet was almost completely wiped out in the first place, Admiral Earl Robbins sank with the Perran, and the White Wing Knights suffered more than half of the casualties. A large number of high-level demons appeared on the battlefield, and what was even more sinister was that an army of Qiaogan was also fighting in concert with the demons.

The first to discover this information was the stone statue of a group of Northern Coalition mountain infantry recovered by the scout cavalry on the battlefield. It was clearly not a sculpture, but a masterpiece by Medusa.

"The Cruz will be able to hold out for a maximum of three hours, and after half a day, we will lose the last fighter. And what the Northern Coalition looks like, you should also understand. A Templar replied to the young mage in front of him, "We need support. ”

Wood actually knew the other person, the young generation of mage genius Charles of the Pyrosh family.

"We can support you, in fact our army is already on its way. But after that, we still can't stop the demon's attack. You know our situation. Charles replied.

The Templar fell silent.

"So how long can you hold back?" Wood asked.

"One day at most."

"Can we open another flame gate and ask for support from the main hall of the Flame Temple?" Charles asked.

"It's impossible, we don't have enough materials on hand." One Templar retorted, "Building a portal is not an easy task. ”

Wood pondered for a moment, "So what do you have to say about that lord of yours?" ”

Charles nodded, "In that case, we may have one more chance left." ”

"A chance?"

……

Brando managed to lead the remaining twelve Lantonilan knights out of the thick black fog, and when they saw their surroundings clearly, they found that they were already in a valley to the north. The valley was covered with rain and mist, and not far ahead was an open glade, and among the green grass was a group of Anlekma grazing with their heads down. If they were not mistaken, those were the horses they thought were lost.

Earl Outin and His Royal Highness the Princess followed him left and right, speechless in surprise at the strange scene in front of them.

"Oh my God, what the hell is going on?" The knights couldn't help but marvel.

Although Her Royal Highness did not ask, she also turned her puzzled gaze to Brando. Since Brando can lead them to shake off those harpy banshees and get out of the black fog, they should naturally know what the mystery behind this qiē is.

But Brando was actually looking around closely, the whole valley was shrouded in the sound of howling rain, and the surrounding scenery didn't look much different from the rest of the Anlek mountains, but there was a subtle feeling in his heart at the moment.

"Who's going to help?" He couldn't help but ask.

Everyone saw an old woman in a black robe and a hunched body suddenly come out of the forest, and when she saw Brando, she bowed respectfully. The trembling movements made it seem like she was going to fall at any moment.

Brando, however, was startled. "Ah, it's you!" He had recognized the wrinkled old woman as the old witch Babasha, whom he had blackmailed once in Ridenberg, but he never dreamed that he would meet them here.

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(PS: It's November 18th, time flies so fast, it's been almost two months and a day hasn't been broken, and it's not bad in the table below.) By the way, ask for a ticket) (to be continued......)