Countless shadows swung their weapons and silently poured towards the brightly lit city.

Carolus jerked back.

He had to quickly gather his soldiers and go to the rescue as quickly as possible.

After all, from the short confrontation between himself and the scout who was burned into a dry corpse by the Holy Flame, it was not difficult to see a hint of clues, and the strange state of these people at the moment should have been affected by divine magic.

As a result, they became fearless of pain, and their bodies became stronger, so that even the power of the Count's body was as high as 3.6, and they had no choice but to use the power of magic to get out.

"It seems that the Misty Mountain people have been planning for a long time!" Carolus glanced worriedly at Ryan's towering walls, "I don't know if Duke Alexis will be able to react to this night attack..."

There was no reason why he shouldn't be worried.

Nearly 3,000 barbarians who were blessed by divine magic, and no one expected it, actually chose to launch a full-scale general attack in the dark night!

"If the defenders fail to perceive this in time..."

It was almost impossible for Carolus to predict the carnage that was about to take place in Ryan City.

Especially in the current state of these barbarians, who have no sanity.

No one will be spared, whether it is a nobleman with private soldiers and mansions, or a commoner who has only one place to live!

"Hurry!

He could only run as hard as he could at the moment, in order to buy a little time to start the rescue.

But the Omenwolf who ended this evil sacrifice had no intention of letting anyone ruin his desperate plan!

After handing over the command of the siege to the shaman and the leaders of the various tribes, he chose to go alone to intercept it.

The two met unexpectedly in the dense forest.

"You're the one who killed the Dances with the Wolves?" "Omenwolf's slightly hoarse voice rang out, as he stood on the branches of the giant tree, his playful eyes looking at the bear crest branded on Carolus' armor, "When will the Mormont people be qualified to use magic?"

Boom!

A blade of holy light galloped by.

The branches of the giant tree were severed and smashed down, making a heavy muffled thud.

"What an unfriendly way to greet you..."Dancing with the wolf moved to another branch, the dark red runes on his body shining gray, "Count of Livingston!"

!!

The iron boots at Carolus' feet made two piercing trails and spread backwards.

With the help of a condescending attack and his own great strength, the great axe slashed by the Omenwolf in his hand was blocked by Carolus with 'Frost', but the impact that followed kept pushing his burly body backwards.

"Bang!"

Carolus didn't stop until he hit another giant log.

The meridians in his hands burst out, and after sensing that the attributes of the earl's body were far from being the opponent of the Omenwolf Wolf, he did not hesitate to open the holy shield when the two were not far away!

"Dead !!"

Carolus shouted.

However, the annihilation of the Holy Shield did not work, and the runes on the Omenwolf lit up with an even more dazzling light, and the two barriers collided and dissolved each other, and no one could help the other.

Instead, the giant tree on which Carolus leaned turned into debris under the impact of this energy, so much so that the sudden weightlessness caused him to fall on his back on the snow.

"It's over!

The Omens laughed out loud, the giant axe in his hand was obviously not mortal, and under the gray-white halo, it actually broke through the barrier of the holy shield and slashed at Carolus's neck.

Boom!

The Great Blade tore a crack in the earth.

Carolus touched the blood flowing from his neck, and looked at the guy in front of him with a solemn face, who was said to have defeated all the tribal leaders in the Misty Mountains, and was called the 'Chosen One'.

He was far different from those enemies who came before him.

Far beyond mortal physique, with keen fighting instincts, and despite the fact that the great axe, which was clearly forged from 'Illutaren', was also inlaid with a large dragon's tear gem, Carolus did not observe the slightest sign of weakness and old age in his body.

"It seems that the gods of the Misty Mountain people are especially partial to you!"

"You're not bad, Count!" said Omens-Wolf, smirking smirk, "Trust me, He will like you." ”

"Virgilves?" Carolus pursed his lips and hinted, "That's not a generous god!"

"As long as the value of the sacrifice is sufficient," the Omenwolf waved his battle axe and strode forward, "His generosity has always been satisfying!"

"Bang !!"

The blades of the sword and the blade of the axe collide with a terrifying loud bang!

Carolus was knocked back a few steps again, the blood stains on the corners of his mouth made him realize that this body might be a little overwhelmed, the injuries of the internal organs and the warning sounds from the chip from time to time were always reminding him to avoid the battle of strength, but when agility was not dominant, how to dodge?

"Poof!"

The blade of the axe broke through the armor, leaving a deep notch on Carolus's chest, and the force that followed knocked him flying and slammed him into the snow, leaving a trail dyed dark red.

"Too confident?"

Carolus coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, trying to catch the 'frost' that had fallen to the side, but the distance seemed so far away at the moment.

He has exhausted his hole cards, his divine power is dissolving each other, and he has no clever skills but can't exert them, after all, even if his physical fitness is added by the 'Holy Light Blessing', it is not at the same level as the Omenwolf Wolf.

With the combination of sensitive combat intuition and super high agility attributes, Carolus can be said to have no power to fight back, and can only barely parry with the reminder of the chip.

"You've lost, Count!" the Omenwolf kicked Frost away, and walked over to grab Carolus's breastplate with one hand, lifting him into the air, "Any last words?"

"Phew!"

A mouthful of blood sprayed onto the Omenwolf's face, and Carrollston felt the knots in her chest evacuate a little.

Admittedly, this time it was I who was too careless, "but... I'm a god!" Carolus stared at the piercing eyes of the Omenwolf, remembering the face deadly, "I'll be back!"

He said to himself.

After all, this line is too LOW to export.

Poof!

A hand pierced through his chest with precision, gripped the heart that had been replaced by the Dragon's Tear Gem, and with a gentle pull, the body of the deceased would lose its body temperature again, and sleep with the snow of Livingston, just like the ancestors who had sprinkled blood on the land...