"I'm sorry, Nefarian. Excuse me at this time but I'm in some trouble, I hope you can help me delay that group of knights, it will take a little time for us to retreat. ”

Fei Yi stopped his dance and raised his hand to wipe the thin sweat from his forehead. Precisely connecting with dragons in another world, and tearing open a passage that allows her to pass guò, although it doesn't take long to open, still consumes a lot of her magic. And in order to maintain her existence, she and her sisters must constantly consume mana. However, this qiē is worth it. Because of the laws of the world, if you want to defeat the Royal Knights, you must be a strong army of the level of the Demon King Legion. Even with Fei Yi's extensive connections, he couldn't find such a helper for a while.

Thankfully, they only had to wait for a while. The Boneless One is a decisive person, and since the other party has sent the Royal Knights, the Norman chieftain, who knows that no matter how much he entangles, he will definitely choose to retreat. Nefarian, as the princess of the dragon clan, may not be able to defeat the Royal Knights in the human world, but it will be no problem to hold back that terrible army for a while.

"Remember your agreement with me."

"Of course."

Although he replied like this, Fei Yi kept smiling bitterly in his heart. In order to get the help of the dragons, she had promised Nefarian to find a human with black hair and black eyes for her. The dragon had always kept her promises, and it had helped her a lot since then. But with so many black-haired and black-eyed humans in the world, where should she find them?

Now, I can't care about it so much.

The dragon's words resounded like thunder in the sky. After receiving Fay's affirmative reply, Nefarian said no more. The dragon, which was tens of meters long, spread its wings and swooped towards the burning military camp.

The ferocious dragon descended on the hellish sea of fire, and as the embodiment of calamity, she pushed the morale of the Imperial soldiers, who had been so hard to revive, to the bottom.

Nefarian took a deep breath, and a mouthful of scorching dragon breath erupted from her mouth, and the dragon breath with a thick sulfur breath swept all the way, igniting a sea of fire.

"Dragons are dragons!"

The strengths and weaknesses of an army are reflected in many aspects, and such a sudden and bitter battle is undoubtedly the best touchstone. In the face of such a late-night attack, the army's worst enemy is not the opponent in the dark, but the army itself.

Originally elite soldiers may have been killed in their sleep, killed in panic and fleeing, or even trampled to death by each other. If Sinloth hadn't arrived in time to block the Norman assault, it was very likely that the eastern camp would have been broken through by them in one go. What will happen next, Sinlos did not dare to think.

Fortunately, it caught up in time.

The Normans retreated in a tidal wave, but not after being defeated. Despite the retreat, a certain order was maintained, and the young man who had fought with Arien Heard once stayed at the end. It wasn't until he was sure that Sinloth had no intention of pursuing him that he turned and left.

The Normans retreated a little too decisively, and the Imperial soldiers around them, who had temporarily come to safety, looked at Sinloth in a strange way. Not only the reverence for the aristocracy, but better with some kind of fanaticism and longing? However, Sinloth didn't notice this.

Xinluos's heart was light, and at this time he suddenly felt a hot pain on his face. Wipe it on your face with your hand, and it will be bright red. It turned out that a shard of metal had grazed Cynloth's cheek during the battle, leaving a bloody mark on his fair face, but Cynroth was in a state of excitement but did not notice it.

"I'll have to bring myself a visor later," Cinnroth muttered, extinguishing the Eternal Blazing Sun in his hand. After all, it is a legendary spell, even if the power is reduced to the limit, but the consumption is still not small. In Sinloth's left eye, the enemy was constantly retreating, and there was no need to continue to hold on.

"Sinloth, how are you? By the way, that burst of golden light just now"

William frowned, gritted his teeth, pulled out the stray arrows on his body, and asked Xinluos. Fortunately, it was just a stray arrow, and it didn't pierce deeply. After William pulled it out, he bandaged it indiscriminately, which can be regarded as having been dealt with. The two Knights of the Sun, Arian Heard and Marianna, consciously blocked in front of Sinloth and blocked most of the attacks for him. William, on the other hand, was not so lucky, although his men were still loyal, but the lack of ability could not be compensated for by courage alone.

It's strange that William doesn't even have a knight under William, even though he is a duke. This guy's life is probably worse than he imagined.

"I'll explain the damn thing later!"

In the golden eyes, a pitch-black dragon was soaring at a low altitude, and from time to time a swoop disrupted the formation that had been maintained with great difficulty. In peacetime, Imperial soldiers who rely on heavy crossbows may be able to fight it. But now the morale of the army is in turmoil, and the dragon's breath continues to fall in the crowd, causing the defense that the imperial non-commissioned officers have managed to organize once again collapses. And with the help of the legendary dragon, the morale of the Normans was greatly boosted, and they followed the fleeing Imperial soldiers, constantly covering up and killing.

In the mythology of the Empire, the dragon is a symbol of both strength and evil. The evil Normans now have powerful dragons to help them, but the Empire has nothing. With a human body, you can't fight a dragon. The morale, which was already low, collapsed in an instant.

The western stronghold was broken.

The Normans had already slaughtered it, and the hell of the sea of fire was full of the cries and howls of the human beings before they died. Xinluos looked at this qiē with tears in his eyes, but he couldn't do anything.

Now that the eastern camp itself has not stabilized, where are the troops to help them. And how could the cavalry after the hard battle of the hundreds of people under Xinlos only rely on fight against the dragon on the opposite side.

"Damn no, there must be a way, there must be a way" Xinlos zoomed in on the path and dragged the entire battlefield into view.

On the ice and snow warship, thirteen figures were looking in his direction. And Fei Yi's appearance of standing in the wind with an umbrella caught the eyes of Xinluos.

"Fei Yi?!"

"Huh? Didn't the Royal Order rush towards Nefarian? Did they abandon that part of the soldiers? ”

It's hard to imagine that this would be the choice of the Royal Knights, as the first ** legion in the army forever. It naturally has its pride. Even in the face of the desperately powerful Demon King Army, they dare to charge head-on. Now that Nefarian was so conspicuous, there was no reason for them to see a dragon and stop at it.

It's also weird.

Hundreds of thousands of people in the entire imperial navy, even if Nefarian was exhausted, it was impossible to kill them all. Suppressed by the world, the black dragon princess who can't use most magic can only rely on her maneuverability in the air to drive away the enemies on the ground little by little. In fact, from the appearance to the present, no Imperial soldier has died head-on at the hands of the black dragon.

When the Imperial soldiers saw the roaring dragon in the air, they either turned and fled in fright, or stood on the ground, and the proud dragon didn't bother to pay attention to the weak.

"Wait a minute, honey, Nefarian will find you soon."

The black dragon roared happily, but to the ears of the Imperial soldiers, it was just the angry roar of the beast. The courage in their hearts and their determination to fight for glory had long since left them, and they only wished they could run faster in the face of such a giant beast.

Unlike Nefarian, who had simply come to help, although the Royal Knights had extinguished their anger for some reason, Fay had already locked them down. It's just that when that familiar face is revealed in the magic image. Andiel and Fay's faces suddenly became unusually ugly.

In the magical image, the young knight, whose face was covered in blood and whose eyes had turned golden, was gathering the rout all the way and rushing in their direction.

"Sinloth?"

"Brother?!"

The creatures are wailing, in the boundless waves of fire, and the Grim Reaper is laughing silently. The scythe, which represents death, has brought the originally young and fresh lives into the hell of despair. They may have been a father and an older brother. They do it either for honor or for money.

But now, they are all the same, equal corpses on the ground. Burned by the flames, trampled by his own robes. Humans, who were raised by the land, returned to the land again in this way.

However, Sinloth was in no mood to bother with any of this. He felt as if he was back in that fog of near despair, and he couldn't retreat, and he didn't want to retreat. The fire of ignorance began to burn in his heart, and that seemingly omnipotent state came to him again.

Why did the magicians help the Normans? What is the conspiracy of the demons? Who are those mysterious people who are standing with Fei Yi?

Sinloth didn't know, but he knew he had to do something. The western camp is close to collapse, and even if he rushes over now, he will be restrained by those routs, and he will not be able to do anything at all. Although the losses in the east were not small, they managed to stabilize their positions.

The most dangerous thing is actually the north, they directly withstood the attack of the Adriatic Queen's fleet, and now they are facing the attack of the Normans, fortunately, the raging flames can't tell the Empire or the Normans, relying on the terrain, the emperor is still encouraging support. But even Sinloth could see that the fall of the North was only a matter of time before the North fell without anyone's help.

"Damn, next time I must let Presia teach me a few low-level spells, the legendary spell limit is too great" Sinlos ignited the eternal blazing sun again, and after seeing the hundreds of knights shrouded in the golden sun, as if their bodies were glowing with golden light, those soldiers cheered just like the soldiers in the eastern camp. I don't know what happened, but they stopped running around, and Sinloth was satisfied.

Sinlos swung his whip and threw it in the faces of the soldiers who were cheering for some reason, and shouted, "Move, the infantry, the cavalry follow me!" ”

In the face of Sinloth's rough actions, the soldiers did not resist unusually. As if it was an incomparably honorable thing, the scattered cavalry consciously followed behind Sinloth, constantly growing his ranks.

However, Sinlos knew that it would be extremely difficult to deal with the magicians led by Fei Yi with just these remnants, not to mention a giant dragon.

"Hey, you must have a way, right?"

"Contractor, I must remind you that you still have the Seven Obsidian Magic Stones with you."

"Seven Obsidian Magic Stones?" Xinluo subconsciously touched his waist, and in his money bag, seven beautiful crystals were flashing in his pocket. Because of certain considerations, Sinloth brought these dangerous demon products with him. Unexpectedly, it seems that this time it really comes in handy, "Are you just throwing them out like a bomb?" However, the magician was too far away from me, and there were so many Normans who could not let me go. ”

The Seven Obsidian Magic Stone contains great magical power, and it has indeed had a great record of blowing up the impregnable walls of the royal capital before. It's just that other than that, it doesn't seem to be of any special use.

The ball of light didn't answer, but continued to ask Sinloth in a cold voice. Although it was as cold as ever, Xinluo inexplicably felt that there seemed to be a little more solemnity in his words.

"Contractor, your fate is harmless to you. Sue me, why do you have to change it? ”

In the face of such a chaotic situation, it is impossible for Shui Jue to do nothing. At present, the eastern camp has been largely stabilized, and Shui Jue will definitely start to organize a counterattack next. The empire is too vast, and even if there are heavy casualties here, it can still constantly transfer troops from the rear. The Normans, on the other hand, did not have so many soldiers because of their small territory.

The Norman leader would not risk heavy casualties and fight the Empire directly. The wounded beast is the most terrible. Once the water lord is in a hurry, no one knows what he will do.

With the advantage of all the cavalry of Sinloth now, it is completely possible to take advantage of the chaos to break through. And his exploits in holding the eastern camp just now are enough to gag anyone's mouth.

"Because I'm upset."

It's not because he wants to save the robe, and it's not because of the pride of the nobles. His eyes turned into pure gold, and he just said what was in his heart. The crimson bird shouted for joy and began to flutter in his eyes.

The viscount, who had been completely burned with anger, began his wayward speech: "I'm not happy, I'm not happy, I don't want to retreat, it's as simple as that. ”

The ball of light was silent for a while, and then changed its previous coldness, and its words were full of fanaticism.

"That's right, that's it! Strength is justice! Power brings freedom! Dictatorship keeps the peace! The edge of the Empire is the edge of the Empire! Conquer a qiē! Conquer a qiē! ”

"We don't compromise! Ruined miè a qiē, Xinluos! Read it after me! ”

Two friends who have always liked to spray each other with venom have strangely found a resonance point at this moment. One person and one ball of light, as if they were all ignited, Xinloth followed the voice in his head, using strange language, and recited a difficult spell with great difficulty. And the three Qiyao magic stones in his pocket ran out of magic power in a silent silence and turned into a pile of dust.

After exhausting the magic power of the three Seven Yao Magic Stones, something in the underworld began to wake up.

"Foolish mortal, let me show you the strongest and most extreme dragon ever created!"

"Perfect, invincible, strongest!"

"Transcend the boundaries of time and space, wake up, Heath!"

Under the operation of the ball of light, the huge magic power was transformed into the music of the soul. It was obviously Sinloth's soft whisper, and even the knights who were close by couldn't hear it clearly. However, in the ears of some of them, it is deafening. The soul of the primeval has finally returned to this world under the call of the primeval language.

In Hermint's tent, a small, unremarkable wooden box began to tremble. A card that glowed with a glimmer broke free from the disc's restraint and floated eerily in the air. The white-haired girl on the card, surrounded by thorns but sleeping peacefully, opened her eyes suddenly.

In the hollow eyes, there is only one patch of the purest cyan.

"Roar!"