Chapter 17: The Legend Appears

With strong questions, Normer and Dawn looked at the old butler more expectantly, and even the sound of breathing was lightened, lest they disturb him, and waited for the old butler to say the answer.

"Two successive offensives were broken up by the Terrans one by one, and there were heavy casualties on my side, and there were wails. In the face of Xiongguan, the allied holy rank commanding the vanguard could not sit still, and he was furious, and despite the hard persuasion of his staff, he decided to personally risk his own life, and led the strongest men of the clan to take the lead in battle! After pulling out the bed crossbow on the arms of the two statues in front of him in succession, he actually attacked the top of Xiongguan, that is, that place!" Plitander pointed to the arms of the two statues that stretched out towards the valley, and then pointed to the battlements behind him.

"Facing the boulders, crossbow guns, feather arrows and crossbow arrows that shot from the sky, and facing the fireballs, ice spears and thunderbolts released by the high-level mages of the human race, the holy steps led by the demons were like the gods of war descending to earth, their feet were connected to the steep mountain wall, flying to avoid the attack weapons that shot at their sides, and the horse lance in their hands danced like a blazing white light, pushing away all kinds of attacks that came at them. In front of the thousands of Terran troops, he killed the top of the city wall alone, and directly faced the main general of the Terran race, Manuel, who was also a saint, standing with a gun in his hand!"

Accompanied by the vivid description of the old butler's slow and emotional moments, Normer and Dawn seemed to see a majestic figure, rising from the flat ground outside the gate hundreds of meters away, and rushing towards the dense arrows on the gate, without fear.

Sometimes he tapped the cliff to dodge the lightning that struck at him, sometimes he leapt over a roaring boulder, sometimes he swung his spear and fired a torrential rain of arrows, sometimes he kicked away a powerful crossbow gun.

Under the scorching sun, in front of the army, the figure is like a vigorous eagle, galloping into the blue sky as it wants, and like a lonely and unruly dragon, unconsciously looking at the heroes.

The cruel battlefield of life and death, the arrows flying in the sky and the dazzling spells, and the long Xiongguan with hot blood and excited tears have become the grand background and foil for his chic and unrestrained heroic appearance!

What a heroic hero, what a fascination!

The two young men who listened to the story took a deep breath and held their breath for a long time, almost forgetting to breathe, imagining the proud demeanor of the Demon Clan's holy order thousands of years ago, looking at thousands of troops like mustard, and admired it.

Ordinary people always spontaneously admire heroes.

Needless to say in peacetime, I hope that heroes will often help the weak, secretly punish evil hoes and traitors, and protect the people;

This is especially true during the war years, and it is hoped that heroes can stand up and turn the tide and save the people from fire and water.

At this moment, their admiration and amazement for the Demon Clan's holy order to look down on life and death and bravely break into the enemy array are purely sincere emotions from the bottom of their hearts, and they sincerely admire and recognize the powerful existence in the world, and they are eager to one day be able to stand side by side with such a great existence.

It has nothing to do with justice and evil, nothing to do with the difference between the enemy and our camp, and nothing to do with the debate on right and wrong, so naturally there is no one who is right and who is wrong.

Being able to ascend to the Holy Rank means that the path to godhood has been opened to him, and once he succeeds in obtaining the Godhead, the length and quality of his life will be unimaginable to mortals. With the dignity of the Holy Order, he is willing to risk the risk of falling and rushing into battle alone, and his behavior itself is worthy of people's respect, especially this demon powerhouse is a righteous and bright battle into the encirclement of the enemy, and the so-called sweeping thousands of armies are like a sweep, nothing more than this.

And what hot-blooded man doesn't worship such a strong man?

Seeing that the white-clothed holy steps of this demon alliance army were like a broken bamboo, breaking through a large number of elites above the two arms in a row, killing them all the way to him, standing proudly and waiting quietly. And the demons under the gate all beat their chests and shouted loudly, and the low morale caused by the previous two unfavorable attacks immediately rose, Manuel sighed deeply, knowing that this battle was inevitable. If you passively avoid the battle, the amazing move of the enemy leader into no man's land will definitely boost the morale of the demon coalition army, and the morale of the human race side that has managed to stabilize may be slumped. ”

The Demon Saint Rank remained motionless, looking at Manuel with a torch-like gaze, waiting for him to make a choice. Plitander leisurely described the outbreak of this battle of the Holy Order, and said: "Faced with the all-too-clear invitation of the 'fighting general', Manuel waved back with one hand, and resolutely repelled the men who were about to come forward to besiege the enemy, and then raised his spear, and rushed forward with an arrow step towards the white-clothed enemy. ”

"The decisive battle between the two commanders must be earth-shattering and wonderful, right?" Attracted by the wonderful story, the girl couldn't help but interject and asked, a pair of small hands clenched tightly.

Fighting generals, fighting generals, and fighting generals of the holy class, what an exciting battle. What kind of battle of 300 rounds, what kind of night battle and other moving descriptions, the most talked-about, not to mention a scene buried deep in the dust of history?

"I'm sorry, miss. This heads-up duel, which can be called a turning point in the battle, is not exciting at all in terms of actual process. To be precise, the two sides only played each other for one round before it was over. The one who commanded the vanguard of the demon clan had the strength of the peak of the Holy Rank at that time, and the difference between achieving the position of a demigod was nothing more than the so-called condensed godhead, while Manuel had just stepped into the Holy Rank, and the difference in strength between the two was not a little bit. With his breath alone, Manuel knew that the combat power of the demons on the opposite side was far superior to his own, but the supreme commander of the Terran defenders still stood up for the battle without fear, but it was a pity that even if he went all out and burst out with a straight stab that could be called the highest level in his life, he was also stabbed by the enemy who saw the flaw and stabbed the key point first, and died on the spot, martyrdom. ”

"The moment the hero fell, the chaotic and noisy battlefield instantly became silent, I don't know how long it was silent, the defenders all had red eyes, let out an angry and terrible cry, knowing that rushing up was to send them to death, and they also rushed forward and pounced on the demon powerhouses who rushed to the city, and the fight would evolve into the most tragic melee, and every battlement and wall was staged a life-and-death battle, until the city gate was breached, and finally the whole army was destroyed. ”

Plitander said in a slightly regretful tone, and suddenly asked Chenxi unexpectedly: "Miss, do you know which clan the hero of the white-clothed holy order who led the team to attack the city wall of the demon alliance is from?"

Chenxi stared at a pair of beautiful big eyes and shook her head, she was a little unsure who this demon powerhouse who changed the direction of the battle by himself was.

In fact, there are very few surviving records of the gods and demons of various races thousands of years ago, or it should be said that there are very few records on the table that are open to public inspection, and the more reliable ones are said to be sealed in the core secret files of each race, which is quite secretive.

Relying only on the lengthy poems that circulated in the mouths of the bards who traveled around the world, and trying to get a glimpse of the leopard, if you want to find out the truth of the past, God knows how outrageous it will be to deviate from the real history, and the so-called epics of those flamboyant people who are specially used to coax noble ladies can listen to them casually in their leisure time to relieve their boredom, and if they want to treat and study them as official history, then the joke will be big.

"The Holy Rank that commanded the Demon Clan Alliance was the little prince of the White Dragon Clan among the Dragon Clan back then. Without letting the girl wait long, Plitander smiled and uncovered the mystery, and he was very clear about how the pretty girl would react.

Sure enough, Chenxi's eyes were wrong when she heard this, her beautiful eyes were full of flashing little stars, she was like a star-chasing girl, she grabbed the old butler's sleeve and asked: "Is it the White Dragon King White White of the Dragon Clan, who is famous for his handsome and brave martial arts, and is now taking the place of the Dragon God Regent who is in retreat?"

"It's the White Dragon King. The old butler gave an affirmative answer.

"It's really him! No wonder he is so powerful, he can lead his troops to capture this Xiongguan at his feet in less than half a day. He really deserves to be the number one hero of the White Dragon Clan, the greatest hero in my mind, handsome!" What appeared on the girl's face at the moment was an ordinary girl, and when she heard others talk about her idol, she was a little fan.

The girl cocked her nose and said with a smile: "I'll just say, my mother will definitely not lie to me, you see that even the uncle says so now, so I can't be wrong." He raised a fist as he spoke, very excited.

Normer couldn't help but wonder that he liked to listen to stories when he was a child, especially the legendary stories related to the "Seventy Years' War", and he could be said to be a treasure of the heroes who appeared on all sides of the war.

The current regent of the dragon family, White, is one of the most dazzling stars in the story, and legend has it that he is tall, handsome, upright and skilled in martial arts, who has made great achievements in war, and is also very chivalrous, never killing innocents, let alone killing prisoners. Therefore, it is deeply respected by both hostile sides, and even among the human race, it has a high reputation, and it can be called an idol-level existence, and it has fascinated many women.

As the talented girl said, this great White Dragon King is the idol of Dawn.

Just as Normer listened leisurely, nodded his head in admiration, and Dawn listened with fascination, expressing his inner admiration and admiration, a "hum!" sounded from behind them, and a nasal voice that was obviously full of disdain and blame sounded from behind them, interrupting their nostalgic journey very unceremoniously.

Chenxi hurriedly turned her head to look, a little surprised, and a little displeased, anyone who was immersed in the atmosphere of Fang Cai was interrupted so rudely, I am afraid they would not be too happy.

Alert, Normer quietly moved his footsteps and grasped the handle of his sword. Fang Cai himself was too lax, and he was deceived so close behind him, and he didn't know anything about it, until people opened their mouths and found out that if they were enemies with evil intentions, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Maybe the story told by the old butler just now was too exciting, and they listened too attentively, or maybe it was also related to the fact that the other party's steps were very light and there was no murderous aura on his body. But in any case, this situation just shouldn't happen.

One of the main assessment indicators to measure whether a killer has reached the first-class level is to see if he can control the murderous aura around him without leaking out, and when the killer sneaks close to him and hurts people, it is too late to notice the murderous aura on his body.

I saw that not far behind me, about four to five meters away, there was a group of people wearing blue samurai uniforms, wearing white cloaks, who seemed to spread out in all directions at random, but faintly formed a semicircle that was both offensive and defensive.

In front of the semicircle, a tall and noble young woman was staring directly at the morning light with her blue eyes.

This person is about 20 years old, wearing a very well-cut women's samurai uniform, with a white rose embroidered on the upper left corner of her towering chest, slender and sturdy legs against the backdrop of close-fitting trousers, looking clean and explosive, tall and mature sexy body, combined with the cold and arrogant expression on her face, to use an analogy, quite like a sturdy and beautiful female leopard, exuding the smell of danger and temptation all over her body.

The female leopard looked at Chenxi provocatively, her red lips were open, and she asked Chenxi: "Which side are you on?" Poor sage Manuel fought to the death in order to protect our Terrans, and became the first martyr of our Terrans in the 'Seventy Years' War. As a member of the human race, standing in the place where he fought and died bloodily thousands of years ago, you do not want to remember and remember the martyrs, so as to encourage yourself, but you are intoxicated by the so-called majesty and handsomeness of the invaders, and people are not chilled to hear it?"

The voice was cold, it was the master who had expressed her disdain in a nasal voice just now, and she immediately said: "If the demon clan invades again, and the commander is the so-called White Dragon King, won't you defect to the enemy as soon as possible?"