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In the Far Frost Province, the Cold Mist Mountains, and the Ancient Road that has been sealed for thousands of years, a fierce battle is going on in the cold winter night.

With their backs to the mountain wall, the humans are guarding the makeshift earthen walls, and they are engaged in a desperate battle against the invading demons. Not for faith, not for ideals, not for wealth, not for land, they wield long swords and spill blood, just for a simple **: survival.

At this time, the battle was coming to an end, and the demon army that had once captured most of the earthen walls was rapidly collapsing. The humans cheered and began to organize a counterattack - a cavalry unit had already burst out of the low earthen gate and rushed towards the panicked Flomos.

The decisive factor in turning the tide of the battle is a mysterious army of the undead that suddenly appears behind the demon army. Among these undead were forty-eight terrifying warriors with dragon wings on their backs and the ability to breathe lightning dragon breath. With these warriors as the core, the other undead soldiers launched a surprise attack on the abyssal visitors as quickly as possible, and in a short period of time, they inflicted heavy damage on the enemy.

A winter eagle flies over the battlefield, taking in the changes in shape. The variegated colors represented by the human army and the gray-white represented by the undead army are constantly compressing and compressing the dark red represented by the demon army.

The battle has reached its final stage, and the big picture has been decided.

There is no concept of "surrender" in the war between humans and demons, and the demons who cannot escape have only one way to die.

Winter Eagle's keen eyes recorded the brutal battle scenes, and it flapped its wings and flew off into the distance.

When he was about to leave the battlefield, this majestic and beautiful bird staggered with a crow covered in crystal white and pure white.

Because of the speed of the degree, although the two strange birds both appeared with each other, they didn't even have the time to look at each other. and they went away from each other.

The Winter Eagle, ten times faster than the finest war horse, flew for half an hour in the cold wind of the night, and with a long sigh, flew towards the dense forest below.

A knight sitting on a pure white warhorse, hearing the bird's cry overhead, stretched out his arms and held them flat.

The Winter Eagle came to a steady stop on his arm, and let out another crunch of affection.

"Good work, Shirao, you showed me a very interesting sight. It doesn't seem like we need support from the Winterpaws. Ms. Bishop was able to defeat the demons that came out of nowhere. But...... The position of the undead is really interesting. Could it be that there is a necromancer to help the people of the platinum dragon god? ”

The knight muttered to himself, the magic in his eyes fading away, revealing his true form: dazzling pure silver.

The knights who followed him were all wearing thick flying feather helmets, but this young knight was not fully armed, but had a flowing head. Silver the same color as the pupils of the eyes was exposed, and the night breeze blew and fluttered. And unlike the standard armor that is exactly the same as that of other knights. The armor of this handsome man. It's also very different. The shoulder armor, elbows, and knees are bound by smooth arcs, and each piece of metal is engraved with intricate and ornate patterns. This armor is more of a work of art than a piece of military equipment, imbued with an elegant and ornate elven style.

Ordinary people who don't know the way will be amazed by the delicacy of this set of armor. And mages, warlocks, or anyone with some dabbling in magic. Just the light blue light that flickers on this suit from time to time will make your jaw drop: what a surging magical aura!

"Commander Drington, shall we move on?" A knight drove his horse to the Silver Knight's side. He is also a man with bright armor and a magnificent weapon. But when compared with the outstanding young man next to him, he immediately looked dwarfed.

"Of course." The handsome man named Derrington nodded, stroking the feathers of the Winter Eagle on his arm as he said, "But there is no need to rush the march. It is inherently dangerous to march at night, and this ancient road has not been visited for nearly a thousand years, and we are in an unfamiliar area, so we must be extra careful. ”

"What do you mean...... Could it be that all the noble ranks of the Autumn Hunt are given to the demons......"

"Nope. My lieutenant sir," Drington shook his head gracefully, "contrary to what you might expect, Ms. Bishop has won, so we don't have to rush to the rescue." ”

The adjutant was taken aback: "How is it possible! Without the help of our Winterclaw Legion, how could those nobles and rabble civilians with wine bags and rice bags defeat the demons? ”

"This is what I saw with my own eyes through the spiritual link between Guò and Bai Yu, although it is incredible, but it is a fact." Faced with the adjutant's gaffe, Derlington just shook his finger slightly, and the cloud was light without a trace of fireworks. He continued, "And remember, my lieutenant, that the Winterclaw Legion is strong, and the most elite vanguard knights of our legions are even stronger. But that doesn't mean that the rest of Ferreton is all stupid. Ms. Bishop has a handful of people around to help. Remember, we can be proud, but we can't be arrogant. ”

The adjutant couldn't help but blush, although he hid behind a thick helmet and his expression would not be seen, he was still ashamed of his gaffe: "My subordinates understand, thank you for the commander's teachings." ”

"Let's go, let the Cavaliers out in a team." Drington patted the adjutant on the shoulder, "This time, the Winter Claw Legion poured out of the nest, galloping for hundreds of miles, and in the end, I am afraid that I will not even be able to touch the tail of the demon, I know that you must be holding your stomach in your heart." But remember, when you encounter friendly forces, be kind and don't show the stinky temper of the First Northland Army. ”

"Yes, Commander!" The knights shouted in unison.

Drington beckoned, and then led the horse forward.

A gust of night wind blew, rolling up waves of leaves in the forest sea, making a loud sound. Drington's brilliant and flowing silver fluttered in the wind, and his thoughts gradually drifted away: "I don't know what happened to Faria. She's the woman I fancie, she's just a demon, and it won't hurt her......"

If this handsome knight, who is 100% capable of playing the role of the lover of all girls' dreams, knows that the woman he cares about is like a weak willow at this time, leaning on the arms of another man, I don't know what the mood will be.

"Miss Faria, this is it."

Gordon put his arms around Falia and came to a hillside. The terrain is high and the view is wide. And it's located at the back of the battlefield, so it's very hidden, and it's a good place to observe the battle without being lightly demons.

Following Gordon's orders, the legions of the dead of the Kingdom of Sedin attacked from behind the demons. But Gordon didn't join the fight in the first place.

He had to take care of Faria.

This scepter Grand Duke's daughter and new dragon vein warrior, after defeating the black dragon, fell into a state of detachment.

Looking at the sickly flush on the girl's fair face, Gordon couldn't connect her with the heroic and fearless female warrior just now.

According to Faria's own explanation, this was after her body activated the silver dragon bloodline and absorbed the power of Dona Bellis. The sequelae that appeared. There is no major problem, you only need to rest and recuperate for a few days to recover. It's just that there's no way to participate in the battle to annihilate the demons.

Gordon had a lot to ask Falia. He remembered that after the eldest lady was injured by the black dragon and fell unconscious, he ran away with her in his arms, and then somehow, she suddenly woke up. Then he touched the back of his hand and passed the platinum seal to himself.

Gordon estimated. Faria is supposed to be in a coma. Met Bahamut, the Platinum Dragon. But why did this Ryujin master borrow the hand of Falia and pass on the Platinum Seal to himself? Wouldn't it be okay to just give yourself the Platinum Seal? Isn't that redundant?

The mage's innate thirst for knowledge made him want to get as much information as possible, and even to get a glimpse into the secrets of the gods playing with each other.

But now that the war was raging, he knew he couldn't afford to delay and settle Faria. Two more ghost warriors were sent to protect her, and she got up and left.

Leaving the hidden hillside, I didn't go far before the breath of the battlefield came to my face.

The strange smell of human blood mixed with demonic blood. Mixed with the peculiar yin wind that occurs when the undead cluster appears, it whistling and whirling everywhere.

Gordon's gaze shifted beyond the mutilated corpses of demons to the fiercest battle not far away.

The tall figure of the Baro Flame Demon was very eye-catching. He was wielding a flaming whip and a slashing sword, roaring as he put up his last stands.

At Grondall's side gathered the most elite and powerful warriors of the demon army.

More than thirty berserkers and seduction demons protected their commanders, using their claws and bodies to fend off the tsunami-like onslaught of the undead.

The Thunderbolt Guards were divided into groups of five, making a total of four groups to join the battle. They flew through the air, constantly using the lightning dragon's breath to attack the demons from a high position.

In the past, when facing humans, the demons with a large number of Flo demons were the ones who controlled the sky. But now, with feng shui taking turns, the top of Grondahl's head has lost its protection.

And Gordon noticed that the lightning spewed out by the Thunder Breath Guard, as well as the weapons of other undead warriors, all had a layer of white-gold order energy attached to them. Presumably, this is a temporary reinforcement that Bahamut has given them, just in time to deal with the demons.

The weapons of the undead are extremely effective at inflicting damage on demons. Cut into the body by the energy of order, the flesh and bones of the demons were lightly cut like hot cheese.

And the fangs and claws of the demons are very good at dealing with human flesh and even steel. But in the face of disembodied undead, it is not so effective.

In this case, on the contrary, it is a succubus who is good at spells, but the ** combat effectiveness is not strong, and it is more able to wield combat power. However, the glamorous succubus Meilenida seems to have long disappeared from the battlefield. Perhaps the cunning and shrewd succubus appeared that the situation was not right, and he ran back to the abyss through the guò plane portal. Only the fire demons were left in the main material realm, facing the attack of humans and undead, struggling to support.

However, even in the current situation of absolute disadvantage, Grondahl still burst out quite amazing combat effectiveness.

This is the Barlow Flame Demon, known as the first abyssal creature under the legend in "Ancient Era"!

Other demons don't have much to do with disembodied ghosts, but Grondall's flame whip and his innate fire abilities are effective in killing and injuring enemies.

It had only been ten minutes since the remnants of Grondal had been surrounded, but three Thunder Guardians had already died under the Flame Demon's whip.

Captain Heiting, who led the reserves to direct the siege on the side. Faloderos walked over and immediately nodded to the latter: "Mr. Gordon, you are here. ”

Gordon also nodded in response, and then asked, "How's it going, how is the battle?" ”

"The big picture is decided, and victory is only a matter of time. But that Barlow Flame Demon was in big trouble. They are masters at manipulating the energy of fire. And those of us who have no disembodied spirits are vulnerable to any energy attack. If we keep attacking, I am afraid that the casualties will be very large. “

"In that case, I'll take care of this fire demon." Gordon said confidently.

At this time, looking at the huge, burning body not far away, Gordon did not have the slightest timidity. Although the Baro Flame Demon is powerful, it is nothing compared to the black dragon. Compared to the battle with Temodaros just now, Gordon felt that it would be very easy to deal with this big guy.

Although the mana has been depleted. The blood mage's ability is no longer usable, and even the demon pet Gaga, who has long been sent out to assist the undead army in attacking, is still very sure.

He took out the heavy crossbow from the dimensional pouch that had been used against Temodalus. Then a crossbow with a unique aura is wound.

"This is a silver dragon steel crossbow?" Haiting said in surprise.

"That's right."

"When you deal with the black dragon, aren't they all used up?"

In the previous battle. Heting leads the Thunderbolt Guard. Busy dealing with the former compatriots who were manipulated by the black dragon, he didn't focus too much on the battle between Gordon and the others and Taimodalus. Still, he remembered that the halfling brothers had made a total of six silver dragon steel bolts for Gordon, and they had already used them all.

"Cleaning the battlefield is a good habit." Gordon explained, "Three of the six arrows I shot at Temodalus hit. I have to admit that the black dragon's body is really extremely strong. Those three arrows were completely distorted and deformed in the black dragon's body, and they could no longer be used. So I put them in the dimensional bag. There were three other arrows that were dismantled by the Exorcism Wall of Temodalus and failed to hit. So it's still intact. ”

In order to get the three damaged giant bolts into the dimensional bag, Gordon used three shrinkage techniques. Then, he once again blessed the three crossbow arrows that had not been used, and blessed them with shrinkage again.

At that time, Gordon, who had opened the state of blood power, after using these six shrinkage techniques, lost most of his health, and poured a bottle of precious healing potion before he recovered.

Now, these three silver dragon steel crossbow arrows blessed with shrinkage and a qiē evil creature are the basis for Gordon's victory over the Barlow Flame Demon.

Heiting also knew the power of this crossbow arrow, which was made under Gordon's whimsy. Even Taimodalus will be injured under the attack of the crossbow arrow, not to mention the Balo Flame Demon who is far inferior to the black dragon in terms of strong crossbow dù.

"Captain Haitin, please command your subordinates to try to attract the attention of the fire demons, and I will attack." Gordon instructed, then picked up his crossbow and aimed it at a nearby target, looking for an opportunity to shoot.

When Haiting heard this, he immediately opened his mouth and let out a long groan similar to that of a dragon. The Dragonborn is worthy of being the closest race to a dragon, and even if they have lost their bodies, the roar of the Thunder Guard Captain is full of might, as if a real dragon has appeared.

Not only is the momentum extraordinary, but this long roar is also a unique way of communication for the Dragonborn. The Thunder Breath Guards warriors who were fighting against the Barlow Flame Demon immediately changed their way of fighting. Originally, they took turns spewing lightning dragon breath at a certain frequency to harass and suppress the demons, so as to cover the attacks of other undead warriors. And after receiving the order from Captain Haiting, the remaining dozen or so Thunder Breath Guard soldiers immediately spit out dragon breath in unison.

Countless white bolts of lightning slammed into the Ballow Flame Demon, burning his dark red skin into ugly black spots. Even the abyssal flames burning on his body were almost extinguished by the lightning strike.

Gordon guessed that the fire demon must have a feeling of five thunderbolts at this time.

However, despite its momentum, the attack of the lightning dragon's breath could not really kill the fire demon with thick skin and amazing vitality. And this all-out attack can't last, and Gordon must seize his chances.

Taking advantage of the fact that Grondahl was overwhelmed by countless cross-lightning bolts and unable to move, he aimed at the opponent's chest and pulled the trigger.

In the game, the average perception attribute of the Barlow Flame Demon reaches twenty. Even now, under the suppression of the lightning attack, it still sensed a sinister human, shooting a crossbow arrow from the shadows.

At this time, Barlow Flame Demon made a big mistake of empiricism. As far back as he could remember, ordinary human ranged weapons simply couldn't pierce their own skin. Even special enchanted crossbow arrows, although they cause some minor trouble, are not a deadly threat.

So the Flame Demon Commander decided to ignore the "powerless" crossbow arrows.

But when the silver dragon's steel bolt pierced deep into his back like a sharp needle, Grondall realized that something was wrong.

But it was too late.

When Gordon saw the crossbow bolt hit, he immediately recited the dismantling spell.

After the shrinkage was canceled, the Silver Dragon Steel Crossbow Bolt immediately restored its original volume to the fire demon's body, piercing the internal organs and crushing the bones, dragging the powerful demon into the abyss of death.

"No!"

The Barlow Flame Demon was furious by the pain. He let the dragon's breath crackle against his body, and pulled out the huge silver dragon steel crossbow with a single claw.

"The enraged Fire Demon is really a terrible enemy." Gordon said this, but he didn't mean to be afraid of the fire demon at all. He shot the second and third Silver Dragon Steel Crossbow bolts with smooth movements.

Surrounded by many undead and seriously injured, where can Grondal escape the attack. It snapped two crossbow bolts from its chest, and then watched as its ribcage was swollen and its heart pierced......

"Captain Haitin, get your warrior out of the Barlo Flame Demon. This guy will explode before he dies. Gordon put down his crossbow, spread his legs, and ran backwards. (To be continued......)