Behind Count McNuss appeared five men, still veiled in black veils and with only their eyes exposed. Four of them were pushing a very strange "cart", two huge wheels, with a shelf in the middle of the wheels, and a huge thick iron pipe on top of it.

This iron pipe is enough to be surrounded by one person, and the middle is hollow, swarthy, as if bottomless, and the other person, slightly fat, in broad daylight, actually holds a burning torch in his hand, and when he arrives at the position, he directly stabs the tail of the iron pipe with the torch.

Although they didn't know what it was, Count McNuss and all the surviving generals under him all felt an unprecedented danger in their hearts, and the few people closest to Count McNus threw Count McNus to the ground as if they were reflexes, shouting, "Danger! ”

Before he finished speaking, he heard an earth-shattering roar, and the fire shot out from the iron pipe, and with a bang, it almost burst the eardrum.

Like the messy flying blades in the raging wind, the few guards facing the iron pipe had no resistance, and the flesh and blood were blown up in an instant, and it was like a crimson rain in the sky, and the broken limbs were thrown everywhere, and even the huge stone behind them was blown out of a big gap by this shocking huge bombardment.

Stunned!

Everyone was stunned!

Count McNus had never seen a weapon of such power in his life.

What is this son of a bitch? Is it a forbidden spell-level magic item?

According to Count McNuss's intentions, he may have to go up and fight hard, killing one is enough to kill two to earn a back. However, in this situation where the enemy is strong and we are weak, it is not so easy to break the net.

The fat man with the torch threw the torch in his hand at will, and he raised his hand. Countless white powders were thrown.

Puff, puff......

Everyone, including Count McNuss, fell to the ground after this mass of white powder floated by, and there was an unprecedented itch on their bodies, as if they were crawling on their bodies by countless ants, constantly tearing and gnawing.

Immediately afterwards, the fat man raised his arms again and muttered a difficult magic spell, and for a moment. The originally clear sky suddenly darkened, and a dark cloud floated from nowhere, click, visible to the naked eye, above the dark cloud. Countless currents collided violently, and just as they drifted over the heads of Count McNus and the others. The cloud stopped.

Swarm Thunder!

Almost everyone. My heart was half cold.

Now these people are itching, lying on the ground and rolling around have completely lost their combat effectiveness, once the group thunder and lightning technique is defeated, then, no one can escape the fate of death.

Revolt?

It's good to be able to stand up.

It's over, this is the place where you bury your bones. Finished...... Someone has already closed their eyes.

"Fall!"

With a soft shout, more than a dozen purple-white electric lights fell from the dark clouds at the same time, scattering the stones on the ground in all directions, and countless blue-black smoke and dust billowed out. The blinding light made it impossible to open your eyes.

Yes, the light was so intense that all the masked people, including the fat spellcaster, closed their eyes.

But the expressions on their faces were all relaxed, because no one could survive the bombardment of such a powerful group thunderbolt.

Count McNuss, it's dead!

Half a minute later, the rumbling thunder and lightning had died down, and when they opened their eyes to examine the corpse of Count McNuss, they were shocked to find that there was not even a single corpse under the dark cloud.

No!

No!

No!

Looking up, I saw that the guards who were protecting Count McNus had run far away. The somewhat fat magician's eyes were a little glazed, as if he couldn't understand how they escaped under the thunder and lightning technique of his group, and it took a long time for him to gently spit out a word in his mouth: "Chase." ”

Count McNuss was flustered.

Over the years, Rong Ma has experienced many defeats and several times of being chased and killed, but no matter which time, it is not as dangerous as it is now.

If it weren't for the pendant in his hand, he and his subordinates would have been split into a charred corpse by the group thunderbolt technique by now.

Pendant!

Count McNus couldn't help but raise the pendant in his hand and kiss it lightly on the lips.

The pendant is a silvery-white, cross-shaped treasure that has been passed down from generation to generation by the McNus family, and is said to have been worn by a saint of the Goddess of Light, and it has a powerful power that ordinary people can hardly imagine. Of course, this is just a legend passed down from ancestors, and no one knows whether this is true or not.

Even Count McNus himself doesn't care much about this kind of legend about holy power, after all, he has only heard and never seen it, and what he hasn't seen is often very illusory, but despite this, Count McNus has always worn this pendant close to his body, because there is a rule in the tradition of the McNus family that the patriarch must wear this pendant close to his body at all times, and he must not give it to others for any reason or reason. Count McNus just didn't want to disobey the ancestral teachings, but he didn't expect that at this critical juncture, this pendant really saved his life.

At the moment when the group thunderbolt bombarded him just now, Count McNus also closed his eyes, thinking that he was finished. But what he didn't expect was that at the moment he closed his eyes, an unusually soft and warm white light lit up on this pendant, enveloping Count McNus and his subordinates, forming a protective layer, so that all the falling thunderbolts were deflected, and only the rumbling sound was heard, but it could not hit the person at all.

Not only that, under the shroud of this white light, the itch on everyone's body also disappeared in an instant.

Count McNus was the first to react, and he stared blankly at the pendant, which turned out to be ...... The legend about this pendant. It's true!

Holy Force!

Count McNus secretly clenched his fists, thanking his ancestors and the goddess of light for his protection, but he also knew that now was not the time to express his gratitude, and the most important thing was to get out of danger as soon as possible.

In fact, when he first found out that he had the protection of the Holy Light, Count McNus also had an idea in his head, should he take this opportunity to launch a counter-charge? Fight those masked bastards? But it's fast. This idea was completely rejected by him.

Now, including himself, everyone has injuries of varying degrees, and several of them are seriously injured and can no longer even stand up on their own, and can the holy power on this pendant last forever? Maybe it will disappear soon. And there's the fat guy on the other side. That's a magician. The strength is strong, and that strange car is even more frightening and powerless, if you fight hard with them, will you definitely win?

Well, even if you win, who can guarantee that there will be no other ambushers here? Who can guarantee that the road will be smooth after that? When you fight to the death, you lose both. If there are other ambushers, then there is really no way to recover, and you can only wait here obediently to die.

Hard fighting, it's not ......!

As a qualified general. Win or lose to have a normal mentality, when the strength is not good, there is no shame in running away, save the strength, and wait for the comeback in the future, you can't take the egg to hit the stone and have to fight for a jade stone, that is not called bravery, but reckless, is a lack of heart, is stupid B

So, Count McNus immediately ordered everyone to remain silent, go in the opposite direction, and retreat.

The order fell, and no one raised any objection, including those who were seriously wounded, and all of them retreated in the direction designated by Count McNuss.

However, if you want to leave, how can it be so easy.

It's not a matter of sightseeing, but of running for your life......

It didn't take long to run out, and someone couldn't hold it up.

The seven seriously wounded, who were stubborn, must stay and not go any further.

They said, Lord Earl, go away, and we will stay with you.

After the break?

Everyone knows that the so-called broken queen is actually suicide, and it is sent to death!

In this case, no one was willing to abandon their brothers' robes, and no matter how the seriously wounded shouted, they still dragged them stiffly, almost carrying them forward.

The seriously wounded man said: "Put it down, we don't want to be a burden, you go by yourself, you can go faster, hurry, after a while, those masked people should catch up." Even if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about the earl, is it because of the relationship between the few of us, even the earl can't escape? ”

"You bastard!" Count McNus couldn't hold back any longer, and a slap was slapped in the face of the seriously wounded man, and he said with tears in his eyes: "Even if I die, I won't leave you alone, understand?" I just dropped the old knife and Foreman, I've already been sorry for my brother once, do you want me to be sorry for you again? Don't talk nonsense, go quickly, it's an order! ”

"Order, heh......" The wounded soldier suddenly showed a miserable smile on his face: "Lord Earl, I am not a good soldier, I often disobey your orders to go out to drink and cause trouble, and every time I ask you to wipe my ass, anyway, so many times, today, hehe, I will violate it again......"

The look on Count McNuss's face changed, and he already sensed that something was wrong.

But it's too late!

The wounded soldier did not wait to finish speaking, he drew the dagger knife he carried with him, and stabbed himself in the chest, he only snorted dullly, tilted his head, and said no more.

Bright red blood flowed out of the wound in his chest, but Earl McNus didn't have time to grieve, and several other seriously injured people were the same, pulling out the dagger and committing suicide to death, only one person moved a little slower because of the injury to his arm, and was knocked down by the person next to him, and then directly twisted his arm behind his back.

Count McNuss could no longer stop his tears, and rushed out, and he gently closed the eyes of the wounded man in front of him, who claimed not to be a good soldier, and then walked briskly to the wounded man who had attempted suicide, and snapped into two loud slaps.

"What are you doing here, what are you doing here?"

However, he received no answer.

Count McNus saw that blood was already flowing from the corner of the wounded soldier's mouth, and he trembled violently, and he ...... In order not to drag down the brothers, he has already committed suicide by biting his tongue. (To be continued......)