Cervantes was not reckless, and contrary to the performance, he was now unusually cool-headed.

But it was precisely because of his cool head that he made this choice!

The Arcane Empire is an enemy to be reckoned with, and even if they only send one army now, and even directly go to war with three countries that are not weak at the same time, their strength cannot be ignored.

If nothing else, there are many legends in that floating city, which is both his home and theirs - they have simply moved their home turf, and they are ready to support the Arcane Empire if they want to.

But now, behind him, there is no force that can be mobilized, just dealing with the beast tide in the north has already put the principality under pressure.

Now that the Principality of Sorrow Wind is under attack, and the troops stationed in other fortresses cannot be mobilized at will, otherwise if the Arcane Empire comes up with a 'surprise attack plan', it may be able to attack the principality in one fell swoop, in that case, it will be too funny!

He came this time, not just to 'test the truth', if he wanted to fight, he would simply send this army back.

As long as the North survives the beast tide and settles the remnants of the Eye of All-Knowing, they will be able to support it, and until then, they will need to withstand the pressure themselves.

In that case, what he has to do now is to defeat the army in front of him, and even the reserve army that is very likely to appear must be defeated together.

In the confrontation between the two armies, it seems silly to run out alone to face the enemy's thousands of troops, but Cervantes has no other way, and if he wants to solve the current predicament, he can only do this.

The clean black boots trampled on the soft ground, stained with splashes of muddy water, and the cold wind blew the cloak that the black dragon draped over his shoulders.

The cloak was blown to the sound of hunting, and the clan emblem of 'Sword and Black Dragon' danced in the wind, and there were many hideous changes.

With a relaxed smile on his lips, Cervantes greeted the Arcane Empire's army.

But even if he was alone, no one dared to underestimate his existence, because the two black dragon horns on his head and the tail looming behind him already indicated his identity.

In the Duchy of the Howling Winds, there is only one 'person' of this image - the Grand Duke of the Black Dragon, Cervantes!

His presence even slowed down the march of the army, and those illustrious achievements were inscribed with the names of one powerful man after another, many of them gods, and now, this black dragon is still alive, but his enemies are all dead.

Not long after the black dragon appeared, several people also came out of the army and stood at the front of the queue, far away from the black dragon.

"One, two, three, four......" Cervantes raised his finger and counted softly, "Four legends...... Trouble!"

It was clear that the Arcane Empire had expected him to come forward from the beginning, that is, they were well aware of the situation of the Duchy right now.

They had already understood that there were no reinforcements behind him, and in order to deal with the tide of beasts pouring out of the Black Forest, the army was exhausted, where was the surplus military strength to support?

But he couldn't leave here.

He must sit here, because he is the highest combat power of the Principality of Sorrowful Winds, and after his soul is rejuvenated, even Latinia is not enough for him to fight with one hand.

Other legends might have been defeated if they had met the Arcane Empire, but he wouldn't, at least for now, he was 'undefeated'!

Therefore, the Arcane Empire sent four legends to deal with him, and if the Arcane Empire attacked a small country, these four legends alone could conquer a country.

The horn sounded, and the Arcane Empire's army suddenly stopped, only the four legends who had come out of the crowd were still striding forward.

As one of them walked, he sank into the shadows and disappeared, which made Cervantes frown.

It's not easy for wanderers to become 'legends', and they don't reveal their identities easily, which makes it difficult to tell their stories.

Ever since the Brotherhood appeared, the multiverse had consciously limited the spread of lore of the Wanderer, but now a Legendary Wanderer appeared in front of his eyes......

After unbuttoning the cufflinks of his military uniform, Cervantes unbuttoned his collar again, tightened the gloves on his hands, and moved his fingers.

The tassels on both shoulders flutter in the wind, and the sword-shaped badge on the chest reflects the sunlight.

The sun cast a warm glow on the ground through the gaps between the clouds, as warm as the smile of a god of radiance.

The three men who were approaching Cervantes pressed on the handles of their weapons, one of them heavily armoured, the uneven head of the long-handled war hammer in his hand exuding a chilling air.

The other two were both using long swords, except that one wore armor, while the other traveled lightly, with only a martial arts uniform on his body, and nothing else.

The three of them and the dragon kept approaching, but the steps of the three of them became slower and slower, but the black dragon still kept smiling and walked over at the same pace.

Cold sweat oozed from all three of them, and as the distance between them and the black dragon shortened, the more they could feel the tremendous power emanating from the black dragon's body.

It was as if a mountain was pressing down on their hearts, making it difficult for them to breathe.

Even if they are 'legends', but powerful legendary powerhouses can even match the gods, but what about them?

The black dragon is the son of [Screaming Wind] and [Mother of Rotten Swamps], and has inherited the excellent bloodlines of two powerful legends, and [Sorrowful Wind] was captured by the Empire, becoming the only successful entity of the 'Dragon Vein Experiment', and obtained the bloodline of the golden dragon.

From the time he was born, this black dragon had already obtained a starting point that was difficult for others to achieve, but not only did he not rest on his laurels, but he also became the only master of the Assasatom dragon clan since the Austro-French War under the threat of the harsh growth environment.

They are Sword Fighting Masters, Shadow Masters, and Heavy Gear Masters, but none of them are qualified to be called 'Battle Masters'!

The enemy is very strong!

Bite!

Cervantes just flicked his finger into the air around him, and the sonorous sound of Jin Ge rang out of the air, and the three of them looked at the smiling black dragon in disbelief, and saw the embarrassed appearance of the legendary assassin emerging from the air.

A huge force came from the blade, and the sleeve blade drove the Assassin's body around for half a circle, and the Assassin writhed his body to try to stop, but the powerful centrifugal force made him unable to control his body.

"Great power!" Cervantes laughed and kicked out, and the assassin's body flew out, unable to hide his previous mistake even if it melted into the shadows before falling to the ground.

The figure disappeared abruptly, and the lightly armed legendary sword saint suddenly opened his eyes wide, and suddenly pulled the weapon out of the scabbard and slashed forward, but it was cut into the air.

A military boot grazed under the blade of the sword and slammed into the enemy's chest with unmistakable precision.

The Sword Master's chest was suddenly kicked out of the depression, the broken ribs squeezed the organs in the chest cavity, and the blood vessels in his body were also broken by the huge pressure, and the severe pain spread to the limbs and bones in an instant, and the mouth and nose uncontrollably spewed out a cloud of blood mist.

And before the Sword Master's legs left the earth, the black dragon's left leg bent slightly, and in an instant, it turned into a black shadow in the sky, kicking all over the enemy's body.

"Swift speed!"

The sound of breaking wind from behind his head roared, Cervantes' left leg paused, and Huo Ran turned around and swung his fist, smashing into the hammer side of the war hammer.

The ground under the feet of the two of them suddenly fell apart, and the fierce wind swept in all directions, driving the cloaks behind the black dragon to hunt.

The magic patterns on the armor suddenly lit up, and the heavily armored warrior spewed out two white gases from the gap in the mask, and the power on his body began to climb upward.

"Tough body!" Cervantes laughed, smiling brightly.

Then, the heavily armed warrior felt a tingling sensation coming from his palm, and he saw the black dragon suddenly withdraw its arm, and before he expected it, its fist exploded again.

His arms could no longer be supported, and he lifted up uncontrollably, and then a fist slammed into his chest, blasting him flying.

Cervantes set his sights on the last man, and until now, he had not drawn his weapon, but stood in place with his muscles tensed.

Pouting boringly, the black dragon looked around, and saw that the two people who had just been knocked out by him stood up as if nothing had happened, so he could only sigh: "Okay, the warm-up is over!"

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