Although he was numb after seeing too much, the eldest prince still showed an anxious look on his face, and he said viciously: "These secret guards are really too difficult. ”

"Don't worry, we're well prepared this time, these secret guards are just the end of the crossbow now, and they won't last long. Gletchev comforted from the sidelines.

He was right, first the attack of rockets, then the high-altitude fall of the "meteorite from the sky", and then the powerful attack using the mechanical crossbow. Even if the rebels' three-plank axe is an army of tens of thousands, I am afraid that they will not be able to resist it, and it is enough to surprise that this secret guard of only sixty people can fight until now.

Moreover, the rebels only spent some equipment for these powerful attacks, and there was no loss at all in terms of manpower.

After six consecutive rounds of mechanical crossbow attacks, waiting for the dust to dissipate, the scene in front of the dormitory was revealed. Few of the guards were still standing, and most of them were sitting on the ground with their eyes closed in meditation, desperately recovering, encouraging their bodies to absorb more elements.

It's a pity that compared to mages, the warriors are much slower to recover.

There are also some secret guards who have fallen unconscious and unconscious due to overconsumption. There were even a few people lying on the ground, with large pools of blood on their bodies, and it was obvious that the continuous attacks with mechanical crossbows had achieved some results.

Hit by such a powerful crossbow arrow, both dead and disabled, these people have obviously completely lost their combat effectiveness.

At the same time, with six consecutive rounds of high-intensity attacks, the arrows carried by the rebels were also depleted, and there was no left. But at this time, the rebels did not need to make this kind of attrition, and with Gletchev's order, the rebels regrouped their ranks and prepared to deliver the final fatal blow to these secret guards.

Charging ahead are the strong who can release the elements, these rebels are the elite of the southern army, and it can be said that the strong in the army are gathered here.

At the command of the wind, the scorching flames converged into raging fiery serpents, sweeping back and forth in front of the dormitory, the terrifying heat enough to melt gold and stone, not to mention the mortal human being.

The flying rocks and spikes are no less powerful than the previous crossbow arrows, and the huge stones larger than the grinding disc are about to be smashed with a "whistling", and the momentum is almost as strong as the stones thrown by the trebuchet.

Although the ability of the warrior element to be released is completely out of his control, so he is called a "gift from the gods", but in any case, it will always be affected by some region of origin. For example, the western and southern borders are dominated by the ability of the ice system. And like the southern realm, the most powerful thing is the ability of the wind system.

The fire borrows the power of the wind, and the more it burns, the more vigorous it becomes! The earth relies on the wind to help, and the more it attacks, the stronger it becomes! Whether it is a blazing fire or a stubborn rock, it bursts out with amazing combat effectiveness with the assistance of the violent wind.

The raging fire spread its teeth and claws, and the fire that spread seemed to burn red even the air, and seemed to burn to the sky under the agitation of the strong wind.

Densely packed, larger and larger stones should have been thick and slow, but with the help of strong winds, the speed of flying is getting faster and faster, and it is getting faster and more urgent! It can almost be compared with the arrows shot, the speed and weight complement each other, forming a huge kinetic energy, which can be said to be injured when rubbed and killed when hit, and its lethality is really terrifying.

In the face of the menacing attack of the rebels, the secret guards had no choice but to draw their swords to fight! They could only completely squeeze the potential in their bodies, squeezing out every drop of blood and every element in the bone marrow, and barely facing the enemy.

However, wisps of whirlwind are as delicate and deceitful as a spring breeze in the face of this fierce wind, and a little chill can't even cool down in the face of this raging fire. It's like a child who shows off his strength in front of adults, no matter how hard he tries his best, what he gets in exchange is just the helplessness and powerlessness of a mayfly shaking a tree.

In the end, these secret guards waved the steel knives in their hands, rushed out of the vigorous fire like moths to a flame, and launched a final and desperate charge against the rebels with flying stones in the sky!

The guards were on fire all over their bodies, their bare skin quickly turned black charcoal, and their feet were running and jumping on the ground, leaving behind charred black marks, it was hard to imagine that they were still human.

Isn't it steel and iron, or is it really a robot?

However, not all of them were able to continue on the path of the charge, and many of the secret guards were hit by huge rocks as they went, like fragile charcoal, and shattered, revealing the bright red and pale inside.

Tell people that these secret guards are indeed flesh and blood, mortal bodies.

There were very few guards who could actually rush in front of the rebels, but even at this point, Gletchev still did not give these guards even the slightest chance.

With his order to "raise shields!", a row of walls made of shields was erected in front of the rebels' formation.

A row of desperate steel walls!

With a few slight, metallic thuds, the ritual-like knives collided with the shield a few times, and the men who were surrounded by flames finally fell.

Man is a man, not a god or a demon, how long can it burn?

The eldest prince couldn't help but turn a little pale when he looked at the miserable image in front of him, "These secret guards, why are they ...... like this," he muttered.

"Your Highness, the enemy has been cleared, and there is only one last step left. Beside the Grand Prince, Gletchev said respectfully.

He was half-kneeling on the ground, his low body looking so humble, "After tonight, Your Highness, you will become the Kingdom of St. Teresa." ”

"The new king. ”

Gletchev's actions were like a signal, and all the rebels were in an uproar, kneeling on the ground, as if the great prince had ascended the throne.

The eldest prince stood upright, and found that everyone in his field of vision had their heads bowed, and everyone did not dare to meet his gaze.

Everyone left him with the back of his head, and the eldest prince suddenly noticed that he didn't seem to remember what Gletchev looked like kneeling beside him.

Everyone's faces seem to have become blurred.

Is this the king's point of view?

"Stand up, you are all great heroes, and this king will not forget your merits. ", the eldest prince said proudly.

So everyone stood up, and the eldest prince suddenly found that many of the soldiers standing there were taller than his height, and he had to look up at them.

It's better just now, he thought.

In this way, the eldest prince strode towards the dormitory.

Crossing the corpses, crossing the bloody road, alone, towards the goal that he has fought for all his life.

It's just a few steps away.