"It's not a creature that actually exists, it's not an undead, are these enemy forces an illusion?" Gordon's gaze narrowed, staring at the black shards of energy that had been turned into by the dead enemy soldiers.

"When it's an illusion, why do you have a real attack ability that can damage us?"

He was preoccupied with two things, pondering the truth about these enemies over and over again, while unfolding the infinite sword system, using hordes of long swords that could automatically attack, to clear out all the archers on the roof one by one. Ji'er pursed her lips and threw several dark spells in succession, cutting off the enemy's vision and covering Gordon's spell attacks. Venia, on the other hand, summons one minion after another to help Gordon disperse the fire.

The combat cooperation of the three people has become more and more tacit and proficient, even in the face of hundreds of archers and some mages in the full attack, it can be invincible, and launch counterattacks, constantly weakening the opponent's combat effectiveness.

Aziz also praised Gordon when he saw that he was so bold that he dared to brave the fierce rain of arrows to climb onto the roof, and destroy the two most threatening scorpion crossbows of the enemy with a single attack. With Gordon staring ahead, Aziz and his sister Kaya glanced at each other and climbed to the roof. At this time, the heavily armed dragoons on the opposite side had already sounded the horn of the charge.

The brother and sister from the Benlatu family both stretched out their fingers and tapped them lightly towards the street, chanting a short but advantageous incantation in their mouths.

Stone walls, greasy, swamps, and other obstacles that could hinder the cavalry charge immediately appeared in the streets, turning the straight bluestone road suitable for heavy cavalry combat into a death trap.

The commander of the enemy is clearly not an inflexible fool either. This time the charge was temporarily canceled, and then several mages who had been attacking the three Gordons on the roof were gathered. Cast one disarming spell after another on the streets.

This delay allowed Gordon to take the opportunity to make persistent efforts. Throws several attack spells in a row. A chain of lightning arc jumping, constantly bursting into a cold ring of ice in the enemy group. As well as the most practical and effective fireball technique, and the self-created Freeman Missile Storm, all of which are bombarding the rooftops of the entire war zone.

The reserves of the mana pool were declining so quickly that in the blink of an eye, Gordon had exhausted a total of four hundred and fifty mana points. He drank a bottle of mana potion directly, feeling the comfort of the arcane energy in his body once again abundant, and prepared to perform the second round of spell fire.

The five-colored dragonborn soldiers on the other side were weird, but after killing them, they gained a lot of experience. Each archer is worth 50 experience, and the other mages and cavalry are definitely worth more. Now, as his arcane skills have improved, Gordon has gradually begun to come into contact with high-level spells that not only consume casting materials, but also cost experience points to cast. And when making zuò magic props, if complex techniques are used, the more advanced spells on the enchantment will also cost experience points to be able to make zuò.

So now he has not yet formed his real name. There are bottlenecks to level up, but the demand for experience is just as great.

Although the dragonborn army on the opposite side belongs to the well-trained elite, there are no really powerful people among them, so in front of Gordon, who has an artifact. There was not much ability to resist, neither sturdy armor nor arcane shields could withstand his attack spells that had been amplified by the Ancient Orb. So Gordon was sure. After surviving the initial sneak attack, he was able to wipe out all of his enemies.

But in Gordon ready to gear up. When it was time to do it again, the tide of the battle changed again.

A long horn suddenly sounded overhead. Immediately afterward, a group of Wyvern Knights descended from the chaotic sky and launched a surprise attack on the five-colored dragonborn army located in the square. These Wyvern Riders work in teams of two and ride a Wyvern. A man in front of him holds the reins in one hand and a sharp, four-meter-long dragoon spear in the other. The shooters in the back are equipped with long-range weapons such as crossbows, javelins, blazing glue, and strong acid bombs.

Gordon's eyes narrowed slightly, and his excellent eyesight immediately caught the emblems embroidered on the cloaks of these Wyvern Knight who swooped down in the air at high speed.

"It's the army of the metal dragons...... Gordon whispered with the flash of Bahamut emblem in his eyes.

"It's a metal dragon again, it's a five-colored dragon again...... Venia sighed helplessly, "My Earl, is it possible that in this city, the civil war of the Dragonborn Empire in the Second Age has not ended, and has been going on for thousands of years?" ”

"Who knows, we'll just wait and see." Gordon pointed to the battlefield not far away.

Although the Wyvern Knights' troops, who launched a dive attack from a high position, were impressive, the five-colored dragonborns on the ground were not weak. The occupants turned their targets and launched a barrage of defensive barrages of arcane energy into the air. And although the archers suffered heavy casualties at the hands of Gordon, the hoplites in the center were each equipped with three heavy javelins that could be thrown at a distance of about twenty meters. These terrifying short-range projectile weapons can also cause serious problems for the Wyvern Knights.

As the altitude continued to drop, the wyverns let out a long roar in unison. The wings of these massive flying creatures were fully extended, and the wingtips pulled long lines of white air in the air, outlining an extremely special picture in mid-air.

When the flying dragon approached the ground and threw out several strong acid bombs, it was immediately set on fire by the ground, and dozens of lightning-fast black lights pierced through the huge dragon's body. In a loud howl, the leading wyvern turned into countless white energy fragments and disappeared into midair.

For this unusual "death", Gordon is no longer surprised.

Because if he suddenly appeared in this Wyvern Knight unit, Gordon and his party were temporarily safe, and they could still watch the battle from the sidelines.

Although the Drakedon's forces initially gave the enemy in the air a head-on blow, they were unable to face the flying troops after losing almost all of their archers in the earlier battle.

As the Wyvern Knights' attacks continued, the five-colored drakescent forces on the ground continued to attrition. Master Jinyue seized the opportunity and joined the battle as well—the serious injury of the dragonborn warrior just now made the swordsman, as well as other Miss Lisa's retainers, full of desperate thoughts of revenge against those five-colored dragonborns. How can you not seize the opportunity to beat the water dogs at this time?

And Antolia, as a neighboring country separated by only one strait from Northumbrup of the Black Dragon Empire, has been oppressed by this powerful military country since its founding, and several wars have broken out. Although Antolia was able to repel the invaders and maintain its independence every time due to Ferredon's timely intervention, the lives lost in the war and the ravaged land made the Antolians have a strong hatred for Northumbraard.

And there is an extraordinary historical relationship between Northumbrård and those five-colored dragonborns of the Akhorhya Empire, so it is understandable that Master Jinyue can't wait to wipe out the five-colored dragonborn army.

Although Gordon didn't have too strong personal feelings for the enemy, he was also on the opposite side of the five-colored dragonborn, so he followed closely and launched a final attack on the enemy with spells.

…………

Fifteen minutes later, the battle was in and over.

It's just that although the battle between the two dragonborn camps was very fierce, most of the small square that was the place of battle was destroyed, and the walls of the surrounding buildings were also covered with dense scars left by weapons, but not a single corpse was left, and the strong smell of blood that was commonplace on the battlefield was completely absent. Such an atmosphere gives people a strange feeling.

At this time, the Wyvern Knights also landed on the rooftops of nearby houses one by one, and the largest of them stopped in front of Gordon and his party.

In the huge wind of dragon wings, Gordon narrowed his eyes into a slit and looked at the knight sitting on the dragon's back.

A young man with thick black curls and a slightly childish look on his face.

The man, dressed in the light armor of the Flying Cavalry, jumped off the Wyvern, took off his helmet and placed it around his waist, and the long crown of torture ink on the helmet indicated his identity.

In the army of the Akkhohia Dragonborn Empire, a squadron of Wyvern-dragoons usually has twenty Wyverns, forty front-line knights, and sixty auxiliaries for logistics. So this young man is still a centurion with a high status in the army.

He walked straight up to Gordon, gave an Akkhohia military salute, and asked, "Dear Mr. Mage, are you the free mercenaries who came to support?" ”

Because in the series of battles just now, Gordon's cousin was the best and killed the most enemies, so the other party took him as the leader of the group as a matter of course.

"Freelance mercenaries?" Confused, Gordon turned back to Master Jinyue with an inquiring look. Who knew that the other party just nodded, suggesting that Gordon would come forward to negotiate.

Seeing Gordon's incomprehensible look, the young man let out an "ah" and suddenly said, "By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet." My name is Faguis, and I belong to the 700th Detachment of the 1,000-Man Wyvering Dragoon under the command of the Gold and Silver Wings. I don't know what to call Mr. Mage? ”

"Lindeman." The puzzling conversation made Gordon's throat dry.

"Then please leave with me and go to the barracks to make another plan. We are now on the front lines of the battle between the two armies. This neighborhood of Misti is one of the most contentious places on both sides. ”

"War?"

Gordon was tempted to tell Mr. Centurion, who was probably neither living nor undead, but some kind of special being, that two epochs had passed since their war. But before he could speak, he heard a cacophony of shouts and explosions around him. (To be continued......)