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Durand asked but didn't hear Nightwing's response, so he couldn't help but be taken aback, and quickly turned around, feeling a soft body fall into his arms, it was Nightwing.

She had withdrawn from the state of the "Nine-Tailed Night Beast" and returned to a humanoid state, covered in blood, her breath was extremely weak, and she fell into Durand's arms, almost losing her consciousness, but she still clutched the black knife "Night Beast" in her hand and refused to let go. The knuckles of the five fingers were so white that there was no blood at all due to too much force.

In order to cover Duland, Nightwing allowed Durand to attack without worries, and the consumption from this fight was too great. She continued to endure unimaginable pressure from others, and finally couldn't stand it anymore. There are countless dwarven soldiers on the fortress, and the density of enemies is higher due to limited space. The dwarven soldiers are also mixed with a certain number of dwarven generals, as well as a few dwarven generals who sit in the fortress. Countless dwarven soldiers kept attacking, and there were powerful non-commissioned officers and general-level dwarves waiting for the opportunity to sneak attack, and Durand might not be able to survive, but Nightwing has survived until now.

Durand couldn't help but hug her tightly.

When he really hugged Nightwing, Durand realized that this hard-looking, cold-looking, almost unkind woman to most people had a surprisingly soft body.

“…… Brace a little longer. Durand wrapped one hand around Nightwing's waist, held the judgment knife in his left hand, and looked around, "This battle will end soon." ”

A bright purple light suddenly lit up on the fortress.

Durand finally stopped holding his hand, and went all out to show the "armed extension", the full set of equipment deepened, and Durand wore a crown and a battle robe, like a purple god of war. In the midst of the shouting, the war knife cut out an arc around the body, and the annular knife light expanded rapidly, blocking the waist and sweeping over the hundreds of black dwarves around him.

The black dwarves froze in place. After a moment, the upper and lower bodies separated, and then shattered into countless black shards, not like flesh and blood at all, but like some kind of porcelain.

Now Durand deals with black dwarves below the dwarf general, and he doesn't need to attack the heart at all, it is enough to kill. Only when facing a dwarven general do you need to aim for the heart. However, most dwarven generals will die if they can't take a second stab. So far, only the dwarven general with an energy level of 8o has been killed after two swords.

With a single sword, many dwarves around him were emptied, and a large blank area was immediately cleared around. Durand put his arms around Nightwing, and without stopping, a few dodges flashed to the nearest heavy ballista, and the first slash slashed the crossbow bolt that had just been loaded. The second knife directly provoked the huge ballista, and then slashed three vertically and horizontally in succession, and another heavy ballista shattered to the ground.

"Forty-sixth."

Before the ballista fragments hit the ground, Durand's figure disappeared again, heading to the location of the next ballista. He turned into a purple bolt of lightning on the fortress, and all the dwarves froze in place wherever he passed. Then it shattered to the ground. A moment later, the forty-seventh ballista was also scrapped.

This is Durand who goes all out after the transformation!

In front of Durand in this state, an army as strong as black dwarves has also become a weak lamb to the slaughter, and Durand is a tiger rushing into the flock, unstoppable!

"Wait...... Wait a minute! Durand...... You...... Stop it! Nightwing's weak voice came from Duland's arms.

She also seemed to feel that Durand began to kill in all directions, sweeping the scene, and grabbing a piece of Duland's clothes with her palm. Said weakly: "First...... Withdraw first! Remove the fortress first, go and join the main army, don't force it...... Don't be pushy! Otherwise, once your energy level is exhausted, and I can't help you now......"

Before Nightwing could finish speaking, Durand tightened his arm around Nightwing's waist and said calmly, "Don't worry. I said that this battle will be over soon. ”

Between words. Durand disposed of the two ballistas without stopping, while continuing to say in a steady tone, "I won't retreat." Now as a pillar, I can't retreat. Once I quit, all the hard work I had had worked on was in vain. We never had a chance to break through that line again. ”

"What's more...... I, no, want to, retreat! ”

As he spoke, Durand raised his knife and slashed the fiftieth ballista into pieces, and the two dwarf officers next to the ballista were also wiped out by the wanton sword qi. Durand could feel that the little energy level left in his body was rapidly depleting. The judgment knife and the various equipment on his body were like a bottomless pit, frantically sucking out Duland's remaining energy level.

If this continues, Durand may run out of energy in a minute. It could even be shorter than a minute.

But Durand just didn't want to quit.

Perhaps because now is the critical moment when the balance of victory and defeat is about to be divided, and whichever side is discouraged first will immediately tip the balance to the other.

Or maybe it has nothing to do with the outcome of the battle at all, it's just because of some unspeakable intense emotion in Duland's heart, urging him to continue fighting until the last moment. Durand in this mood battle, he has no time to carefully distinguish it, but it is actually as simple as the extreme, that is-

Don't want to lose.

In any case, absolutely, absolutely, do not want to lose.

Durand on the fortress has turned into a purple sun, and the intense light is spraying in all directions, and even the dark fortress walls seem to be penetrated by the light. All the battle mages on the battlefield who have survived until now can see the bright light that Durand has transformed, brilliant and powerful, that is the last light.

The sixtieth ballista was shattered under the Durand knife.

It seems that a certain critical threshold has finally been touched, and when the sixtieth ballista shattered, the firepower of the dwarven side finally could not suppress the large force of battle mages. The large army, which had been dragged out of the fortress, finally began to advance again! Everyone's goal is clear, and that is to rush forward before the blazing purple light on the fortress goes out!

Nightwing leaned on Duland's arms, quietly listening to Duland's strong heartbeat, and silently thought, "...... A tendon idiot. ”

When Durand almost exhausted the last of his strength, the first batch of battle mages with Maca finally broke through the obstacles and stormed the fortress wall.

Durand stood on his sword, the various equipment on his body gradually dissipated, and the purple bright light that bloomed all over his body slowly became dim.

But while the purple light dimmed, more and more colored points of light poured into the fortress. Each point of light represents a battle mage, and they have different attributes, so they display their power in a different color. In the darkness of the night, I saw colorful points of light rushing up to the fortress, lighting up the fortress that had been pitch black.

So Durand knew: win!

In this battle, Durand and Nightwing joined forces to take out 45 heavy ballistae. Eight dwarven generals, thirty-three dwarf officers, and dwarven soldiers died under the joint efforts of the two...... Countless. And after Nightwing fell, Durand completely relied on his own strength to forcibly destroy eighteen ballistas, and finally completely pry the balance of victory. Broke down the line of defense that the black dwarves didn't know who they were targeting.

"Don't relax!"

"Kill the rest of the dwarven offal! There are also heavy ballistas, not a single one can be left! ”

The battle mages who finally attacked the fortress were like wolves, and began to rush wildly, expanding the results of the battle, and firmly grasping the victory that was almost already in hand. There are quite a few dwarves left on the fortress. Moreover, Marca was shocked to show up after trying it himself. The heavy ballista was very difficult to destroy, and with the energy level of 75 units of the Maca, it took a lot of effort to destroy the ballista under the full attack.

"This kind of ballista, was it actually smashed by Lord Durand more than sixty just now......!"

While Marka was even more impressed by Duland, he also vaguely understood how difficult and dangerous the previous battle between Durand and Nightwing on the fortress was!

After another half hour, the battle was finally coming to an end.

Durand is in an inconspicuous corner of the fort. Looking at Nightwing who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, he asked with some concern, "How do you feel?" ”

"Don't worry, you can't die yet." A smile overflowed from the corner of Nightwing's mouth, and her pale face made her rarely show a trace of weakness, and her temperament was quite different from the cold as frost she usually had.

She suddenly thought of something, and said intently, "You go and collect some samples of that heavy ballista, ah." It's over, aren't all the ballistae destroyed now! I should have warned you earlier, how did I forget? ”

Durand looked at Nightwing with a look of self-reproach with some amusement, and said with relief: "I have already collected two complete ballistas of that kind of ballista. There are also some broken wreckage. In addition, I also collected some of the special long crossbow arrows. So...... Don't worry, you'd better get a good rest. ”

After a slight pause, Durand restrained his smile slightly, and then said: "When you are rested, there may be more difficult battles waiting for us next." ”

Nightwing was relieved to hear that Durand had collected the ballista and bolts, knowing that these were all important samples, and if they were carefully analyzed, they should be able to learn more about the black dwarf whose origin they did not know. Especially the kind of heavy ballista with an attack power comparable to that of a dwarven general, Sendro is not unable to create a combat weapon of the same level, but it is impossible to produce such a quantity in a short period of time. Moreover, the materials used in the ballista and crossbow arrows are not any alchemy materials that Nightwing knows. These require further research and analysis before conclusions can be reached.

Nightwing, relieved, gradually fell asleep.

Durand looked at Nightwing's face, smiled, and stood up.

The battle on the fortress is coming to an end, and the fortress is full of corpses, including black dwarves and battle mages, more than 2,000 battle mages, and now less than half of them are defeated.

Durand silently clenched his teeth.

What he didn't know was that just now, when he and Nightwing led the battle mages to fight bloodily, on the top of a big mountain outside the fortress, there were two people standing, silently watching the whole battle.

One of them's eyes flickered, and there was a seven-colored light in his dark pupils, he stared at the fierce battle situation for a while, and then asked the other, "Captain, are we going to help?" ”

The other person's pure black hair hung down to his hips, and his black eyes also flashed with colorful light, and he said indifferently without hesitation: "There's no need for that." ”