A ray of magical light pierced through layers of darkness and rose into the sky—

The light illuminates the vast expanse, and the edges of the light change above the ruins, outlining the outline of the remaining ruins at the south gate of Fir City.

The cold face and stiff lines of the Grand Master of the Fire Ground Warband also changed under the outline of this light, and the tall man stood motionless in the night with his hands staggered on the hilt of a sword carved with a demon's head, staring straight ahead—the forest on the horizon seemed to form a faint ink line in the darkness, and the mist formed a thin layer of night mist, but on the other side of the darkness gradually came a row of rustling footsteps, rustling, from far and near—like footsteps from hell.

But it was a huge army advancing in unison.

The sexy and beautiful mercenary captain with long hair like fire didn't guess right, Fern had never been a knight of Eruin at that moment.

But he had a long scar on his neck, and it was from a memory of the past - he was actually a retired cavalryman who had fought in Karasu and Madara, so he closed his eyes and could almost tell from the depths of his soul the source of that rustling sound.

Like the Madara Ocean, boundless, an endless army of skeletons. The footsteps of rows and rows of bone racks fell on his heartstrings.

In the darkness, there were dots of red fire, more and more, like ghost fires floating behind the mist, the mercenaries picked up the weapons at hand, each stood up from the ruins with a solemn face, behind a temporary fortification on the ruins, there were more and more people, people were moving, no one spoke, the sound seemed to be engulfed by the pace of forced approaching, drumbeats, everyone held their breath and watched this scene: the army of the undead appeared little by little from the darkness.

Someone came to Fern's side, they were members of the Bands of Fire, and even several mages in the Bands of Fire, in the past battles, they had always acted as the brains of the mercenary group - but whether this battle was worth fighting, they had been uncertain, the key question was whether they were willing to offend the young viscount because of this, but at this moment, when they saw the army of skeletons flowing across the land like a tide from the darkness, they all felt a cold gasp.

It was Madara, the bright roses and thorns in the darkness, representing an irresistible momentum, as if everyone was going to face death eventually—

"Commander?" Beneath the hood, the wizard asked in a low voice, revealing a half-pale face.

Fern didn't say a word.

"Commander, there are thousands of them," he reminded in a low voice: "We, plus the others, are only in their early two hundreds, not to mention that the people outside the regiment have no way to trust them at all, do we really want to fight these bones here for a one-word promise?" Even if it's to spell out the brothers? ”

"Where can I escape?" The tall man turned his head and gave him a faint look: "I know their habits better than you, the city is now surrounded on all sides - I learned a lesson in Karasu, that is, never try to guess how many undead there are, there will always be more than you think." ”

He raised his head and looked ahead: "But although there are a lot of them, they are all low-level bone racks, which have just been summoned from the cemetery, as long as they hold on until daytime, they will naturally retreat." ”

"Commander?"

Fern raised a hand and interrupted the words of his subordinate wizard: "Now our only hope is that young adult, the two Golden First Order Depositors are enough to lead us out of the encirclement; Go and send a magic signal, tell the lord that he, two hours, the fireland warband will not die or retreat—"

The tall man waved his hand: "Go and raise the banner of the warband, even if it is death, I will see it flutter in the morning light-" (Heroes are always like this)

"Humph! Since the young nobleman kept me going until dawn, let me see how this first light pierces through the darkness—" replied Ferne, knowing in his heart what Brando had planned, "If he can do it, it doesn't matter if I, the captain, don't do it properly." ”

The wizards were stunned and looked at each other.

2 hours later.

It's the dawn of dawn—

"First ancestors?"

Medisa paused, frowned, the girl turned the horse's head with a spear in her hand, tensed every nerve in her body, and looked vigilantly at the undead general standing in front of the line of defense built by the undead, wearing a black cloak, and the cloak was painted with silver scales, and the body exuded an icy aura. She didn't know why the other party would suddenly say these words. But before the era of the co-rule of the sages, there was indeed a legend in ancient mythology that in the Age of Darkness and Turmoil, the Azure Knights led the first Ancestors out of the shelter and defeated the Dragon of Dusk, known as the Final Calamity, before the beginning of the Year of Chaos—

But how could the lord be an ancestor?

In addition to the dragons, the people of the golden generation have long lost their bloodlines on the earth, and even become legends. Even the descendants of silver were already called proud of their existence before this era. And after the era of the dark dragon raging, the bloodlines were scattered all over the earth, and even the survival of the silver clan became erratic, how could there be ancestors walking on the earth?

Unless Brando is a dragon.

But the elf girl immediately shook her head and denied this suspicion, even if it is a newborn baby in the dragon clan, it will not be weak to become a lord, although she thinks so, the girl suddenly feels a little sorry Brando, she blushes, and hurriedly says sorry in her heart. But she turned the horse's head. He asked coldly, "What do you mean by talking nonsense?" ”

The black knight raised his head and half-cried and half-laughed on the cold metal mask, but a pair of golden flame-colored eyes under the mask made Medisa feel a little strange - the undead held the scythe motionless - the silver elf girl hurriedly blinked her eyes, for fear of being seduced by the other party, but the masked man, one of the four horsemen of the apocalypse, smiled angrily: "It's like what I said, the superficial meaning, as you understand." The Black Knight's voice was filled with a metallic echo.

"Nonsense!" Medisa looked left and right, the undead general in front of her was far stronger than she imagined, but she stopped, and the mercenary attack was also sluggish. The elven girl was unsure whether to turn around and ask the lord for support, and the street was covered in a thick layer of smoke and dust because of the battle between Brando and Kabais, and she didn't know what was going on behind it, but she was worried that she would distract Brando.

But the noble private soldiers under the stalemate were not allowed to enter the inner city, since it was better to delay time, she bit her pale silver lower lip: "The golden blood has long been lost, where are the ancestors walking on the earth." ”

Bai (how good is the Black Knight) smiled slightly, and he replied quietly: "It is true that the ancestors are all people of gold, but Miss Elf, you have forgotten - there is also the existence of the fool." ”

The Silver Elf Princess couldn't help but smile slightly: "The power of darkness? It's funny, you think the lord is a dark dragon? Does such a lie make sense? No one would believe it—"

"It doesn't make sense," Bai shook his head, "but in Madara, there is a legend that the Lord of Darkness will return, and he will see into people's hearts and clarify all things——。 I'm sure you've heard of this ancient legend, and it's been passed down from the Miner Black Prophecy that they're your mortal enemies, right? ”

"So what?"

"It's nothing, I just met a witch named Babasha in Ridenberg," Shiro replied seemingly unconcerned, "You know, witches are always more sensitive to the forces of darkness than the average person." ”

The silver elf girl shook her head: "But you probably forgot, the power of darkness was once the biggest enemy of our clan, and I am more familiar with each other's breath than witches than them, not to mention that there is such a sentence in the prophecy of the black, darkness will be born from the inhuman, and the people of honor will disappear from the flames, and the lord is a human being, a descendant of the king of fire, Kilt, and it is after the people of honor - you can't deny this, right?" ”

"That's right." Shiro picked up the scythe, carried it on his shoulder, and nodded to himself.

"Don't sow discord anymore, who are you?" The other party didn't seem to care about her delay, and Medisa subconsciously felt restless in her heart, she had already decided to attack again, and if she still couldn't do anything, she could only ask the lord for support.

A chuckle came from under the metal mask: "I remember I said, my name is Shiro." White. Tiamas. Qiu Yue is my name, I am the balance of war, the judge of people's hearts and minds—"

The undead general put one hand on his chest and bowed slightly.

"It's the instigator and the provocater, right?" Medisa said coldly, she raised her spear - but she didn't expect the other party to move faster than him, she was just about to make a move, but Bai with her head down seemed to see it with her own eyes, he swung forward with the scythe behind his back, and a black light had swept towards Metisa. The elf princess was taken aback and gritted her teeth and retreated, but she was still swept away by the end blow, the black light collided with the spiritual shield around her body and burst out with dazzling light, and the air flow swept around, and the mercenaries who were close to the left retreated one after another, and the girl snorted, and was also injured a lot.

"Very strong soul power, worthy of the ghost of the silver elf-"

Shiro replied as he looked at the soul fire that shone around Metisa's body, and raised his hand back.

The Bone Thorn Corps received the order and immediately moved forward, they took off the bone spears behind their backs and entered the attack posture, and at the same time, the mercenaries were still staggered by the previous attack, and they had no time to care about it at all, Metisa, who was holding back her injuries, raised her head and saw this scene, a trace of panic flashed in her pale silver eyes, she gritted her teeth and shouted: "No-"

But the undead general has coldly put down his hand.

There was a sudden soft sound, and the sound of air vibrating echoed in my ears for a long time.

A row of bone spears flew out of thin air—

The panic in the silver elf girl's eyes turned into determination in an instant, and the little princess pressed her hand on her chest and shouted, "Ptyoona——! ”

Her voice was like a string of pleasant wind chimes that pierced the entire battlefield in an instant, and at the same time, everyone saw the soul fire around the young knight erupt in an instant - it was like a pair of huge wings that spread out, once the soul power was opened, it lingered into the night, and the entire street was under the wing protection of the elf girl, and the bone spears that fell from the sky fell on these transparent crystal nets, and each impact erupted into dazzling spots of light, but almost every bone spear was stopped, And in an instant it turned into ashes.

The mercenaries looked up, their faces lit up with a flickering light, but in any case, they understood - they were saved.

Bai watched this scene quietly, his golden eyes flickered: "Silver Elf Ancient Combat Technique-"

He smiled and leveled the scythe in his hand.

After the soul fire opened, there was no longer any protection around Metisa-