"Nerfi!" Maurice looked at the mage's frail face with concern. br />

"I'm fine...... It's just too tired, the dragon has been hit hard by the arrow of light, although the light magic has a special effect on it, but it only temporarily incapacitates it, it won't die so quickly, hurry, take this opportunity to find a way to kill it!" "Nerfi barely had the strength to lift his hand, but he still wanted to kill the dragon quickly.

"Soldiers of Doyle, aren't you even a little girl, let a girl stand in front of you and destroy the black dragon for you?" Stan picks up a spear from the ground and throws it at the black dragon lying on the ground, the spear piercing into the black dragon's neck and hanging from it.

"Heroes of Doyle, raise your bows and arrows, and give the black dragon a fatal blow!" Byron took the lead in pulling the bowstring, and with a whoosh the bow shot the dragon in the head. The black dragon roared, flapping its wings vigorously, and the restraint of the arrow of light gradually lightened it.

"For Doyle!" shouted the soldiers, pulling their bowstrings as arrow after arrow shot out of the archer's hand, the sound of the bowstring bouncing and the screeching of the arrow piercing through the air. Finally, while the black dragon kept shaking its head, two of the dozens of messy bows and arrows hit the black dragon's right eye, and the other shot the black dragon's left eye. The terrifying monster lost its sight, howling and fluttering on the ground, throwing the nearest ghoul dozens of yards away.

Nerfi finally couldn't hold it anymore and fell to the ground. "No...... I can't just go to sleep, and there's one ...... Black Dragon ......"

"Soldiers, the mages have exhausted all their strength, and there is still a black dragon, only on our own, rush forward, for Doyle!" Byron raised his sword and pointed at the black dragon that was killing Doyle's soldiers in front of him.

"Re-line!" Morris ordered the nearby Doyle soldiers to reline in a row. "Knock them back, to the Permafrost Plains!" the knight captain led the charge with his sword in both hands.

The soldiers let out a morale-boosting roar in unison, one, two, three, and the soldiers who had regained their morale began to charge with the last of their strength.

Ahead, the soldiers who did not retreat to Morris were still struggling to resist the dark tide and the unscrupulous black dragon that was constantly pressing forward. The screams of the soldiers falling from the air were incessant, and the other black dragon suffered almost no injuries that would affect its movements, dodging the archers' arrows that shot it in the eye. The Dark Tide had pressed the Doyles back five hundred yards away, and the Demon General was in the center of the Dark Tide formation, constantly killing the Doyle soldiers who were resisting in front of him, leading the Dark Tide to slowly advance. The demon's swordsmanship is very superb, ordinary soldiers are not his opponents at all, and the soldiers rush forward one after another, but after only a few moves, they are brutally killed.

Morris spotted him, and the knight captain glanced behind him. "You three, follow me, victory or defeat in one fell swoop!" After saying that, the knights swung their swords vigorously to sweep away the ghouls that were resisting in front of them, and rushed towards the demon without hesitation.

The demon general had just pulled his blood-stained broadsword out of a soldier's body, and when he saw Morris coming towards him, he kicked away the corpse of the soldier kneeling on the ground and met him with his sword.

"Cover me, knights, protect my back!" Maurice commanded, taking a deep breath, his sword flipped in his hand, and he stood in front of the demon.

The three Imperial Knights stood behind Maurice, heroically fending him off every attack from behind. "Light shines on Doyle!" the knights shouted a slogan, enduring the pain of the new wounds, and repelled the waves of ghouls that rushed forward.

Morris lowered his body slightly, adjusted his breathing evenly, the pain on his body gradually faded away, and the shouting in his ears became softer and softer. The demon snarled at the knight with his mouth open, but Maurice only saw his ugly, twisted mouth open and couldn't hear anything. The demon roared with all his strength again, and he seemed to feel the oppression from the knight captain, and did not dare to attack easily.

Morris's eyes widened, and he kicked forward with his right foot, pressing all the strength of his body against the sword, and the knight's whole body pressed towards the demon like a wall. The demon's eyes showed surprise, and he raised his sword to resist the knight's sword with all his might. The power of the demon is beyond ordinary people, not to mention the general of the entire Dark Tide army, which is much more powerful than the average demon, even the blow that Morris poured all his strength into was blocked by him, and this blow can almost shatter the rock. But the demon didn't seem to exert all his strength, and a strange smile appeared on his ugly face. A sudden pain came from the knight's stomach, and the demon's foot kicked heavily on the knight's already red belly, and Maurice bent down in pain. The demon took advantage of the situation to raise his sword and slash it, and Maurice dodged the sword by rolling to the left with the warrior's instincts, and stood up again, staring at the formidable enemy in front of him.

"You are not my opponent, and humanity is not my opponent. The demon's mouth closed strangely, and he could speak a language that humans could understand. "Today, you all have to die!" said the monster, sword raised, and the knight charged.

"Dream on, monster!" Maurice struggled to raise his sword and slash at the demon, both of them were very agile, but the knight had already suffered too many injuries, and after a stalemate, Maurice gradually lost his strength and fell behind. With extraordinary perseverance, the knight captain still insists on dealing with the demon, waiting for an opportunity to find the opponent's flaws.

The screams of Doyle's soldiers rang out again, and Maurice quickly looked in the direction of the screams, and the black dragon had spotted King Doyle, leaving behind the soldiers who were trembling in his shadow, and flapping its wings towards the king.

It's out of time! It found Byron!

Maurice dodged the demon's sword slashing from the side, rolling to the side, taking the opportunity to look in the direction of Nerfi before. Stan is seen holding the mage in his left hand and his sword in his right hand struggling to cope with the attacks of several ghouls, and the infantry who had previously protected the mage with Stan have all been killed.

There's no time! Nerfi and Stan!

Morris leaned over, dodged one of the slashes from the front, and then pressed down the opponent's sword, and slammed his right elbow into the demon's face, completely flattening his already deformed nose, and the demon took several steps back in pain, roaring angrily at the knight.

I have to beat him.

Morris made his decision, and a resolute expression appeared on his resolute face. The demon roared and lunged at him, and the knight scrambled forward, the two swords clashing together. Not now! Not now! The sword was in front of him again, and Maurice struggled to push the broadsword to the side, the demon's strength was so great that the broadsword still slashed through the knight's right shoulder. Not now!, the Demon didn't give the knight any respite, and the Faceless immediately slashed his sword into the knight's ribs with a backhand. Instead of dodging the blow, the knight raised his sword from the other side, and as the broadsword slashed into his ribs, the knight's sword slashed through the demon's neck.

The ugly head fell on the blood-stained snow, and the knight captain heard the exclamation of the last remaining knight defending his back, and in the distance, the desperate howls of the black dragon and the dark tide were heard, and then the cheers of the Doyle resounded in the knight's mind like the first light of dawn. Maurice fell to his knees, struggling to raise his head to find the king's figure, the black dragon circled and flew into the sky, leaving behind the dark tide of losing the leader, and quickly flew north, the king led the soldiers around him, and the counterattack began. Maurice continued to search through the crowd, and the ghouls attacking Stan dropped their weapons and began to rout, the knight cut down the last of the ghouls and ran towards it with Nelfi in his arms, and the mage held out his hands and silently opened his mouth. Doyle's soldiers began their final charge, shouts of slaughter echoed through the sky, and the surviving knights and infantry kept running past Maurice and chased them towards the dark tide of defeat, and some soldiers tried to pick Maurice up, but the knights pushed them away. "Go, kill them all!" the voice in his ears grew softer and quieter, and his vision became blurred and blurred.

"Maurice!" Stan had already reached the captain of the knights, put down the mage, and held Morris to the ground, who was almost falling to the ground. "Hold on, Maurice, Nerfi will heal you. ”

The mage's hands pressed tightly on the knight's ribs, using all the remaining mental power to cast the spell, but the soft light only lasted a few seconds, and the mage's mental power dried up, and Nefer cried in despair.

"Don't cry, nothing matters now. Maurice reluctantly looked at the mage with tears streaming down his face. "We won, that's enough. ”

"Hold on, Maurice, and we'll go back to Doyle, where your wounds will be healed. Nerfi wept and pressed her hand again on the knight's wound.

Morris shook the mage's hands that had been dyed red. "Nerfi, although we have won, the road ahead is still difficult, you must live, no matter what happens, you must live. The girl couldn't cry, but nodded bitterly.

Blood was constantly lying on the knight captain's ribs, staining the snow beneath his body bright red. "Stan, promise me to protect Nerfi. ”

The knight's left hand clings to the cuirass. "I swear by my honor and my life that I will be the last line of defense against Nerfi, and whoever wants to harm Nerfi must only kill me and get past my corpse. ”

Morris nodded weakly, his eyelids began to become heavy, and his breathing became heavy. "I saw Fiona, my beloved wife, who left me at the same time as she gave birth to Rena, and I saw my daughter, my poor Rena, who had only struggled for five years in this difficult world, and then left me. The captain of the knights began to cough violently, and blood was already rushing up his throat. "Now, I can finally be with you, wait for me, we can finally be together again. "Morris's eyes lost their brilliance.

Snowflakes began to fall in the sky again, and the dark tide continued to flee northward, and the Doyle soldiers gave hot pursuit, as if they wanted to kill every demon and ghoul, and the shouts of killing gradually faded away.

Stan gently closes Maurice's eyes and tries his best to hold back tears, his face contorted as a result, but the tears still run down his cheeks. Nerfi hid her face with her hands, ignoring the blood on her hands, and cried loudly, "No ......"