The silver dragon hovered proudly over the valley of Rothschild, its bright phosphorescent light unforgiving.

Everywhere she went, vast expanses of dragon's breath spilled into the valley, and silver dragon flames stained the bodies of the Chaos races, quickly burning them to the ground, no matter how powerful they were in life.

A silver dragon with divine attributes, its breath is particularly effective against dark and chaotic lifeforms, and is no less powerful than the Holy Radiance.

The sound of breaking wind sounded, and dozens of infernal birds that were lying in ambush in the depths of the clouds rushed out, their eyes shining fiercely, their wings wrapped in thunder and lightning, and swooped towards the huge silver form.

Sensing the approaching enemy, the silver dragon raised its head, a mouthful of dragon breath erupted from its throat, and the silver flame turned into a pillar of fire and rose into the sky, but it was dodged by the agile birds, and only one or two unlucky ghosts who could not dodge were eliminated.

The Chaos Vultures were so fast that the Silver Dragon's breath couldn't lock them on.

Flocks of vultures quickly approached, their wings shining with lightning, flanking from all directions

Still, the silver dragon was undaunted.

Despite her advanced age and lack of melee combat, as a noble silver dragon, she doesn't mind losing a bit of grace in the face of these "flies" who dare to offend her, and uses her claws to defend the dignity of the dragons.

What's more, she is not a dragon fighting, she also has her own master and companion on her.

Standing on the back of the silver dragon, the dragon mage chanted a few incantations, blessed his mount with "elemental armor" to protect against thunder and lightning, and "Dragon Blessing" to increase strength, durability, and speed.

With these two spells, the silver dragon can be described as "like a dragon with wings" at this time.

She was over eight hundred years old, and at this time, she rose to the air with the agility of a young dragon, and with a wave of her claws, she fanned a vulture that pounced on her eyes into the clouds.

The tail was followed by a sweep, and several oncoming vultures couldn't dodge, and were hit by the dragon's tail, breaking their spines and flying flesh and blood.

The absolute gap in innate strength puts the Purgatory Griffons in front of the Silver Dragon

After just a few minutes, there was not a single living vulture in the entire sky.

After cleaning up all the "flies" in his field of vision, the silver dragon twisted his head in satisfaction.

Boom!

In the sky of the Desperate Mountain Range, a curved zigzag lightning suddenly lit up, illuminating the entire valley.

Deno looked up in surprise, then his pupils narrowed.

In the dark, the old dragon mage felt the mortal danger.

However, it was too late.

Lightning fell from the clouds and struck the silver dragon.

The silver dragon let out a roar of pain, and the scales swirled with lightning, and its massive body fell to the back of the valley, blood and scales flying out.

Below the valley, all the guards were stunned by the sudden mutation.

However, it's not over yet.

The pitch-black clouds suddenly cracked, and a pillar of scarlet blood light pierced out of the cracks in the clouds like a sharp sword, coldly piercing through the body of the silver dragon that had fallen sharply.

The light dissipated.

The previously powerful silver dragon, along with the dragon mage himself, disappeared without a trace in the blood-colored pillar of light in the blink of an eye.

All the guards and mages were in a state of extreme sluggishness at the moment.

Dragon Mage Deno, the first person among the mages of the Great Wall, the powerhouse in the top twenty of the Dawn Monument, died like this?

The facts are unmistakably happening right in front of their eyes, but no one wants to believe their eyes.

The clouds rolled slightly a few times, and before anyone could come to their senses, another blood-colored lightning fell from the sky.

This time, its target turned out to be the temple located at the back of the valley, where the super-large teleportation magic array was placed.

The faces of all the guards and mages turned white.

They knew very well what it meant if the teleportation circle was destroyed.

All trialists of the Great Wall will lose the only stable way back to the plane of order.

Every portal to the plane of order is the cornerstone of a fortress, and its importance cannot be overstated.

This must not be allowed to happen.

The elites of the Great Wall Mage Regiment were the first to react, and after a brief chanting, flames, thunder, icicles, and arcane light rose from all over the valley and soared into the air, surging towards the falling pillars of blood-colored light.

However, after hitting the target, the spells cast by the mages of the Great Wall quietly blended into it, as if a stone had sunk into the sea, and it failed to stop the blood-colored pillar of light at all.

Most of the magic spells were automatically annihilated even the moment they approached the blood-colored pillar of light.

A light blue film of light enveloped the dome of the teleportation hall.

Feeling the deadly energy approaching, the protective barrier under the hall had been activated.

The aqua-blue shield trembled violently, and the barrier fluctuated under the blood-colored light.

The Great Wall mages who witnessed this scene were all in shock again.

They knew very well how strong the barrier of the teleportation hall was, and it could even support the attack of the legendary powerhouse for hours without breaking it.

But now, only a few dozen seconds have passed, and the barrier is on the verge of collapse.

Rumble!

A boom resounded through the valley, and shards of light splattered out.

A storm of magical energy swept in, instantly breaking down most of the valley's walls.

The remnants of the Chaos race roared in unison, surging towards the gaps in the parapet.

......

The barrier that enveloped the teleportation hall was broken.

In the dark and bottomless clouds, an invisible light descended, landing on a mountain not far from the teleportation hall.

The light flickered, and on the mountain, suddenly there was an additional mage-clad robe, dressed in a black robe as deep as the night overhead, or even deeper, hunting in the wind.

The mage's head was covered under a black hood, making it impossible to see his face and expression.

In the night, the Venerable One, dressed in black, stood with his hands in his hands, quietly gazing at the magnificent hall in the middle of the valley.

When he came here a thousand years ago, he was involved in the design and construction of the magnificent teleportation circle in the Great Hall of the Valley.

And now, he came here to destroy it with his own hands.

What an ironic fate.

The past is gone.

Without the slightest sigh or sigh, His Holiness began to chant the incantation with a blank face.

Just as he pronounced the first syllable, a humming sounded.

Dozens of arrows glowing with cold light made a sharp whistling sound, circled the mountains, appeared above the valley, and turned a corner, like a flock of light birds, and shot in a volley above the mountain.

Behind the arrows were winding milky white arcs, which were the air turbulence caused by the rapid movement of the arrows, which showed how strong the magic attached to the arrows was.

The arrow pierced through the clouds, and with the momentum of piercing everything, it quickly enveloped the top of His Holiness's head.

His Holiness raised a finger with a blank face.

Dozens of powerful arrows hovered in the air above his head, sinking into absolute stillness, unable to advance an inch, as if falling into broken leaves in a deep pool.

His Holiness reached out his hand, plucked a sharp arrow from the top of his head, and then turned his head and glanced lightly in a certain direction in the Desperate Mountains.

On a hill not far from the valley of Rohir, the figure of the elf Serena slowly emerged from the air, and then she snorted, and her beautiful face turned extremely pale.

Previously, she rushed from the Great Wall at high speed, and on the way, she manipulated the power of the wind elemental to shoot dozens of arrows in succession, killing dozens of Purgatory Vultures in one fell swoop, which was an extremely amazing feat.

After perceiving the abnormal movement in the sky above the mountain, Serena, as an elf, relied on the keen intuition of a top ranger to sense the Venerable's position for the first time, and then launched an attack on the other party.

It's just that she never expected that the Wind Archery Technique, which she was most proud of, would be easily blocked in front of that terrible mage.

Blood dripped from the corners of Serena's lips and trickled down her breastplate.

Just now, a sudden spiritual power poured out from the valley, mighty, and descended on the depths of Serena's spiritual world, directly hitting her.

The will was cold and strong, like a current under the ice ocean, and just a light brush on her mind made her body weak, and even the strength to hold the bow was completely lost.

She knew that this was a warning to herself from the nameless black-robed mage.

That guy, it's horrible!

Also perceiving this strong will are the Great Wall mages in the valley, as spellcasters, they are more sensitive to spiritual power.

Even the powerful Great Wall mage suddenly shuddered at this moment, and his whole body felt like falling into an ice cave.

At the will of the black-robed mage, they felt like a group of lion cubs watched by the gaze of the elder dragon, completely losing the courage to resist.

Without the support of the magicians, the Juggernauts on the periphery began to be unable to resist the attack of the Chaos Race and began to retreat.

However, the reason why the Great Wall is a Great Wall is because for thousands of years, no matter how dangerous and terrifying the situation is, there have always been warriors in this city who will not be afraid.

Heavy footsteps came from the direction of the valley, like a giant hammer hammering the drums of war, and the earth shook like a drum, shaking and restless, and dust was raised.

At the mouth of the valley, the tall figure of Anderson, the orc general, appeared.

He was much slower than Serena, an elven ranger, but he arrived just in time.

When he appeared outside the valley of Rothiel, he happened to witness the bloody light falling from the sky, and the mournful cry of the silver dragon hovered in his ears.

Seeing this, Anderson's snort became a little heavier, and lava anger burned in his chest.

The dragon mage Deno and his mount, the Silver Dragon, have been friends of Anderson for many years, and their friendship is particularly strong in the past hundred years.

Seeing the fall of Deno, how could Anderson not be angry?

He was also quick to turn his anger into a will to fight.

With a roar, Anderson pulled out a heavy sword that was a man tall from behind him, carrying a giant shield the size of a round table on his left and right, and in an almost crazy attitude, he brazenly rushed towards the army of the Chaos Race.

As he took a step, the heavy sword erupted with a speed that was disproportionate to his heavy appearance, like a galloping gray dragon shadow, and slammed into the ranks of the Chaos Race.

Without any movement of the sword, the orc simply grasped the hilt of the sword, and then rushed forward with the sword, but ...... Overwhelming.

The broad blade of the sword slashed through the waist, and whether it was a fierce blade demon or a difficult mandala monster, it was cleanly split in two, disintegrating into a cloud of blood clots.

Many of the Chaos races noticed the lonely assaulter in the rear and began to fight back.

Several Sombra wizards rose into the air, and the crystals on their bodies spewed out deadly energy, weaving into a web of destruction and spilling down, roaring loud noises and waves of qi around the orc general.

Anderson was not intimidated, most of the spells were blocked by the giant shield in his hand, and the giant shield was of extremely high quality, and it did not move under the blows of many destruction spells.

The surface of his body flowed with a white light, not a holy light, but a more primitive, savage power, the most powerful bloodline power of the orcs, which could make him fearless in the deadly energy storm.

Not every trialist will be lucky enough to have a pair of legendary magic shields made from the Alchemy Altar.

Not every Trialist has the strength and courage to harness it fearlessly on the battlefield.

The orc held a shield in his left hand and a great sword in his right hand, and everywhere he went, limbs and wreckage flew around.

No Chaos race could match his strength, and even the most fierce Blade Demon was torn apart like a praying mantis in front of the chariot in front of that great sword, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

With his own strength, Anderson actually smashed the formation behind the Chaos Army.

His charge perfectly illustrates the phrase "one husband is the closer".

In just a few breaths, dozens of elites of the Chaos Race turned into shattered corpses under his sword.

A frost-armored giant that had survived in the flames of the silver dragon suddenly stood in front of Anderson, its fists like glaciers falling from the sky, pressing down on Anderson.

Anderson didn't lift his head, and with a swing of his greatsword, he swept straight towards the Frost Giant's body, allowing the Frost Giant's fist to smash into his body.

On the giant sword, the majestic power was like the tide of the sea, and it slapped fiercely on the armor of the frost giant.

The earth beneath the Frost Giant's feet cracked into a deep chasm, and the ice armor on its body, which had been unbreakable since its birth, was as dented and cracked as the ground beneath its feet.

The next moment, the people of the entire valley heard a crackling sound that was even thicker and louder than the ancient bell.

The Frost Armor Giant's body collapsed at once, like an iceberg struck by a thunderbolt, cracking from head to toe and burying itself in the deep gully grave prepared for it at its feet.

Anderson kicked open the massive block of ice in front of him, and with a vertical leap, he jumped onto the collapsing parapet.

Looking around, there were no more opponents standing.

At the back of the valley, the Great Wall guards and mages who were about to start a desperate battle stood for a moment, bursting into cheers for their generals, invincible orc warriors.

Looking at the sturdy bodies standing proudly on the ruins of the parapet, all the Great Wall Guards couldn't help but think of the short, but awe-inspiring code name that belonged to the orc general.

"Chariot" Anderson, ranked thirteenth in the Dawn Monument, really lives up to its name.