Strong winds continued to blow from the front, making the soldiers in the heat of battle and the dark tide unsteady on their feet, and the soldiers adjusted their postures, squatting more on their legs, supporting their center of gravity, while continuing to slash and slash the ghouls. They didn't realize that the strong wind was getting closer and closer to them, and they were still desperately battling the dark tide.

Stan had guessed what they were going to face next, and the knight stood in the way of the mage. "Be careful, the dragon is coming!"

Nerfi had already used up a lot of mental energy, and at this time it was almost impossible to stand still, and the mage struggled to stand, his left hand hanging to his side, and his right hand still holding his wand. "Whatever it is, let them come. ”

Stan is shocked by Nerfi's bravery, he doesn't expect the usually taciturn mage to be so calm in the face of the dark tide. "I'll have to remind Byron and Maurice, are you here alone?"

"Go, leave me alone!" Nerfi crouched on the ground and inserted her wand into the ground, a golden semicircular shield enveloping her, and the mage saw that the knight was still hesitating. "Go!"

"I'll be right back!" Stan shouted, turning and running forward, the knight straddling over the corpses on the ground, fending off the attacks of the surrounding Dark Tide as he searched the crowd for Byron and Maurice.

Finally, he saw Byron's dark green armor, which had been covered in blood and black water, and the king had dismounted, fighting back-to-back with several of the royal knights, surrounded by demons and ghouls who tried to surround them, but were repelled by the king and knights on each attempt. The demon once again led the ghouls to impact the team again, Byron raised his sword and cut the ghouls in front of him in two, but there was a gap behind the king, and the two ghouls raised their swords to stab the king in the back, and they were about to stab Byron in the back, and a knight in front of the royal who was red with blood swung his sword from the bottom to the top, pushing the two swords away, but the knight was already exhausted, and the wound on his stomach was constantly bleeding outward, and he could not raise his sword again. The ghoul's sword plunged into his chest, and the knight shouted a warning to the king before he died, and Byron turned back to see that another sword was already in front of him.

Suddenly, a gray-black sword slashed at the ghoul's neck from the right side, and the ghoul's head flew into the sky, the sword only a punch away from the king. "Hell, Stan, what are you sitting here, go and protect Nerfi!" Several of the Imperial Knights fought their way back to their opponents, almost every knight was wounded, but no one flinched.

"This strong wind!Dragon!Dragon is coming!" Stan pointed to the sky in front of him, which was covered with dark clouds and the snow had stopped at some point.

"Archers, archers!" roared the king, and some of the scattered infantry approached as best they could.

Maurice also heard the king's shouts, repelled the ghouls that stood in his way, and ran towards the king, the knight captain's dark brown armor turned almost black, and his arms and legs were covered with wounds. "What's going on?" the knight saw Stan and grabbed him by the collar. "You idiot, why are you here, if something happens to Nerfi, I'll be the first to cut you!"

"He's here to warn us, the dragon is coming, there's no time, hurry up and gather the archers who are still alive, hurry!" Byron fended off the last of the draugr of this wave of attacks with a sword, looking at the sky in the distance. "Stan is right, I can feel it. ”

"Archers!" shouted Maurice with the king, and dozens of archers heard the call and rushed over with all their might. "Take out your bows and arrows, remember how you trained in Doyle?" the knight captain commanded them in a loud voice.

"Remember!" all the archers who rushed over responded in unison.

"Good, ready! Don't wet your pants later. Morris looked back and looked at the situation on the battlefield. Suddenly he remembered that Stan was still here. "Go back to me and protect Nerfi!"

Stan nodded reluctantly, turned and ran backwards, several draugr made their way through the blockade of Doyle's soldiers, and charged towards Nerfi, the mage unleashed several golden magic bolts, piercing them, and the special effect of light magic on the Dark Tide caused all the ghouls who were pierced by the bolts to fall to the ground like puppets with broken strings. But the mage was exhausted, Nalfi crouched on the ground and gasped for air, and the two ghouls who had slipped through the net had run to the edge of the golden shield, raising their swords like mages slashing away. Their movements stopped the moment they touched the shield, and the ghouls were like prey caught in a spider's web, restricted by the shield.

"Nerfi!" Stan roared and rushed over, slashing the immobile ghoul in two with two swords. "It's okay. The knight lifted the mage.

"Help me to the front, quick! they can't defend themselves against the dragon, they need my help. Nerfi shouted anxiously at Stan.

"But you ...... like this," Stan asked, worried, looking at the mage's barely steady body.

"Hurry! or they'll all die!" Nerfi shoved Stan's hand away and staggered forward.

"Holy!" Stan cursed, rushing forward, picking her up and rushing forward, despite Nerfi's struggles. The corpse on the ground made him almost fall several times, and the mage could only put his arms around the knight's neck to prevent himself from being thrown out.

The Darktide army had already damaged most of its strength, and the rest began to retreat, and the Doyles took advantage of the victory to pursue, slashing and slashing the ghouls that fell behind from behind. At this moment, two screams came from the sky, no one had ever heard such a shocking sound, followed by a whirring sound from the throat of some kind of creature, and two huge figures emerged from the low clouds and flew towards the battlefield.

"What's that!" some of the Doyle soldiers saw the dragon, fear regaining their minds, and they began to retreat unconsciously.

"Dragon! It's a dragon!" More soldiers saw two black figures flying towards them, and the soldiers' agile movements slowed down, and they no longer pushed forward.

Seeing that reinforcements had arrived, the demon general regrouped the demons and ghouls who had retreated for almost a mile, followed the dragon again, and slowly counterattacked back.

"Hold the front line! We have no way back, only by moving forward can we fight a bloody way!" the king shouted to the feared soldiers, but to little avail. Even though they no longer fear the demons, none of them have ever seen a dragon, and this fear is not the breathtaking spirit of the demons, but comes from the hearts of everyone.

The tide of battle took a turn for the worse, the offensive and defensive sides switched in an instant, and the dark tide slowly advanced, and the Doyle soldiers mechanically resisted. A black dragon roared and flew towards a small group of fighting soldiers, slapping three of them away, and the soldiers screamed and flew twenty yards away, falling to the ground. Then the black dragon grabbed a soldier who was already frightened and unable to move with his right claw, bit the other in one bite, and flew into the sky. The soldier screamed in the black dragon's mouth, and blood splattered out and fell below. The black dragon flew high enough, its mouth and claws released at the same time, and the two soldiers fell from the air with a miserable scream, making two muffled sounds. The rest of the soldiers screamed and turned and ran backwards, the shadow of the black dragon enveloping them, the cry echoing in their ears, they no longer cared about fighting, and there was only one thought in their hearts, fleeing from here. The demons and ghouls took the opportunity to kill several more soldiers who had lost their morale and left their backs to the enemy.

The other black dragon was still hovering in the sky, as if searching for something, when suddenly it spotted King Doyle, surrounded by a small group of knights, and immediately screamed and swooped down.

"Here, protect the King!" Maurice warned loudly, picking up his spear from the corpse of a Doyle knight on the ground and throwing it at the black dragon.

The blood-soaked silver spear pierced the black dragon's abdomen, but the dragon's rough thick skin was so hard that the spear only pierced half of the spear's head, causing it almost no damage, but instead angering it. The black dragon swooped down in front of everyone, everyone fell to the ground, the slower soldier was carried to the ground by the air current, and an unfortunate archer was grabbed by the dragon's claw and thrown into the air, screaming and falling to the ground.

"Archers!" Byron commanded the soldiers again in a loud voice, "Raise your bows and arrows and aim them at the dragon's eyes," but then the king found that the soldiers could barely draw their bowstrings, let alone aim at the eyes of the flying dragons.

"No, Your Majesty! The soldiers can't stop the dragon!Only retreat, or we'll be wiped out here!" Maurice looked anxiously at Byron, waiting for the king's order.

"No, Morris, we can't go back, we have to move forward. Byron snatched the bow and arrow from one of the soldiers beside him, bent his bow and arrow, and shot an arrow at the black dragon hovering in the air. The bow and arrow struck the dragon's hind legs, but as if they were shot at the thick leather, they fell off before they even got into the dragon's muscles.

The black dragon adjusted its angle and swooped down on everyone with a scream again. Byron straightened up and raised his sword forward. "Aim it in the eye, right now!" the archers pulled their bows with all their might, but their trembling hands could not exert their strength, and the few bows and arrows that they barely shot only flew halfway before they were blown away by the strong wind from the black dragon's wings. The black dragon found his target, opened his front paws slightly, and grabbed at Byron.

Suddenly, a dazzling golden light flashed from the side, and everyone subconsciously covered their eyes, and the black dragon let out a painful scream under the illumination of the golden light, retracted its claws, and flew into the air again, trying to avoid this light. The black dragon fluttered its wings, gradually increasing its height, the golden light continued, so that it could not see the ground clearly, a sharp pain suddenly came from the left wing, the black dragon roared in the sky, the wings lost the strength to continue waving, and fell heavily to the ground.

The golden light dimmed, and everyone looked to the right, only to see Nalfi falling face forward into the snow, and Stan held her up, then picked her up and ran towards the group.