"Bang!" a precious vase purchased from the nobles of Erathia was shattered at West's feet, and at the bottom of the steps knelt the chief of the palace, whose face was pale and trembling.

"The kid is too deceitful!" A lizard face of a gloomy owl with a tangled combination of rage, fear and confusion, combined with the towering crown, not only did not bring any majesty to West, but instead made his pacing in front of the throne look more like a clown's performance.

But no one at the bottom dared to look up at him.

"It's only twenty dragons, twenty dragons, dare to attack my royal city, is it because I have no one in Tatarya!" The angry voice echoed in the empty hall, hitting the steps of the pillared gate and then returning to the ears of the ministers below, the piercing sound of the lizardman's unique sharp voice with penetration directly shook everyone's eardrums, but at this time, no one in the black crowd kneeling at the bottom of the steps came out to answer.

"Rubbish! It's all rubbish! Are you all waiting to see the king's jokes? Usually one by one, you fight for power and profit, but now you're all fucking dumb? What about your bravery? What about your scheme?"

In his anger, West still had half of the bearing of a king, but the cold saliva splashed into his neck made those people bow their heads even deeper, and the Wenchen led by the prime minister seemed to have made up his mind to be a wooden man again.

"Your Majesty is angry. A feminine voice suddenly appeared in the hall around the pillars and screens, but it made the listener have a cold death intent that was licked on the earlobe by the red letter of the poisonous snake, and the person obviously had not yet appeared, but everyone felt that two vicious eyes fell on their backs.

"I have ordered Rosko and Tiva to rush to the gates of the city with two hundred witches to help, and General Blufeld has led Hydra and Wyverns to get there first, even if the enemy has twenty dragons, they will be crushed and sunk under the walls of Nyrel, and your Majesty should sit in peace. ”

It wasn't until he saw the same face with cold vertical pupils and criss-crossed canine teeth that Vest's face improved slightly. "The national teacher has worked hard. He said coldly, and there was no warmth in his tone.

Steele did not care at all about the king's attitude, and she gracefully walked up to West's side and stood still looking down at the people at the bottom of the stairs, her eyes haughty, as if she were the mistress of the country.

In fact, West did not have a queen due to his ascension to the throne, but his relationship with Steele was almost well known, so one pursued a powerful ally, the other pursued power and vanity, and the two were mixed together like a skunk in the Nissen moor.

By the time West found out that this woman's power ambitions were even about to threaten him, he was already in the boat, and although he could only pinch his nose to admit it, his attitude towards Steele had always been tepid.

"Are there any arrangements for the ships in the harbor?" Vester sat back on the throne weakly, but was immediately engulfed by an unprecedented sense of weakness, even when he had been plotting to usurp the throne a few months ago.

At that time, he was young, strong and ambitious, but when he did take over the devastated and impoverished empire, the complicated things and the intriguing ministers made him seem to be ten years old in just a few months.

Knowing that his throne was not coming from the right way, but he did not want to give up the power he had so hard holding, he could only suppress it with the help of barbarians, but now, he found that everything was gradually out of his control.

The majesty of the king who raised his arms and shouted in response to the mountains and the sea, the domineering spirit that decided the life and death of thousands of people with a single word became a curse around his neck, he grasped everything in his hands, but he could not see the hope of the country and himself.

"Kebas and Maris have already arrived at the port with their troops, and I believe that with the addition of dragon flies, the initiative of the war will be back in our hands, and Your Majesty can only strategize here, and it is naturally incumbent upon the soldiers to keep the enemy out of the country. ”

As Steele spoke, the scarlet tongue curled around her lips, even if she was saying comforting words, but the emotionless vertical pupils made her look like a cold viper.

"Stand down, and leave me alone. West waved his hand tiredly, like an old man whose vitality had been hollowed out by time.

"As you wish, Your Majesty. A cold smile rose at the corner of Steele's mouth, as if he was smug and mocking, and everyone below heard the words as if they had been pardoned, and they escaped from this oppressive hall like locusts without even false comfort and loyalty.

At the city gate, fierce battles are raging.

After the ultimate hydra and the Wyvern King brought by Brunfield joined the battlefield, although the situation did not immediately turn into victory, the werewolves and lizardmen who fled in a hurry under the collapsed city walls and the feet of the crystal dragon finally regained the courage to resist.

Then, with the help of the witches brought by Rose and Tiva, various buffs and curse spells fell like snow between us and foes, on an invisible scale, and the weight of victory was gradually becoming balanced.

The battlefield in which the Crystal Dragon is located is chaotic, and Lear is not having an easy time right now.

As soon as Altyn crawled out of the collapsed ruins, his eyes were red with excitement from the hellish sight in front of him, and he was overwhelmed with grief and indignation by the werewolves trampled to death by the crystal dragon and the wails of the warriors crushed under the ruins, and then when he saw Lear watching coldly on the wasteland, all his anger suddenly found a pouring point.

Under his command, hundreds of wild cattle and bison and more than a dozen bipedal wyverns launched a fierce charge to this side, and the heavy four hooves raised a huge cloud of smoke and dust on the ground, mixed with the roar of the flying dragons in the air, even if it was not as good as the charge of the crystal dragon just now, but it was definitely an unbearable shock for ordinary people.

In many cases, however, it is not the numbers that determine the situation on the battlefield, but the small group at the top, whose wisdom or strength can easily determine whether the charging warrior becomes a hero who captures the flag or a cold corpse.

Lear hadn't reached that height yet, but in terms of spell-casting ability alone, ten swamp witches weren't as efficient as he was alone.

"Slowness, Curse Possession, Weakness, Light of Destruction!" With his mastery of the four elemental magics, these curses shrouded the herd of bison in front of him as they crashed into the monstrous waves of dust with a single lift of his hand.

The crushing power that had crushed everything over the herd of charging brutes suddenly vanished, as if in an endless quagmire, and the black hooves that could shake the ground up and down and fall and lift up, but the force required was increased exponentially.

The speed was gone, replaced by a heaviness of feet of mud, the feeling of an invisible hand suddenly peeling away time and space, madness, crushing, trampling, and tearing all evaporated out of thin air, leaving only a volcanic rage as weak as a snail.

"Gravity, Hercules Aegis, Stone Skin, Body Shield!"

After dealing with the wild bulls on the ground, Lear did not forget the wyverns in the sky, the heavy sound of bone cracking sounded from the backs of a dozen wyverns, and the sudden huge pressure made these fierce beasts unable to maintain a steady flight, even if the lizardmen on their backs roared and pulled with all their might, and even used knives and whips, they still could not stop them from falling weakly to the ground.

"Raging Wind Dragon, Thunder and Destruction in your control, show your wrath in the Void and annihilate all enemies before me. ”

From the beginning, Lear didn't expect to encounter such stubborn resistance, otherwise he wouldn't have brought the Crystal Dragons with him, but would have given Nyrel a taste of artillery, muskets, and dynamite knights.

It was thought that the Tatarians had lost their courage under Tanan's iron hooves, and that he had always shown enough kindness, but whatever the reason, whether it was loyalty to Vest or the dignity of the so-called swamp people, their stubbornness succeeded in provoking Lear's murderous intentions.

"Chain lightning!"

A large white river fell from the sky, with a fierce wave that annihilated everything to the East China Sea and crashed into the falling group of dragons, the agitating current instantly turned the lizardmen on their backs into a dozen cokes, even with the protection of hard leather armor, but the terrifying electricity that pierced the heart, burned the blood vessels and crushed the bones still made those swamp beasts howl and roll.

The Hercules shield that rose from the ground became a wordless tombstone, the bones were broken, the head was broken, the blood was splashed, and the brains were scattered, and the scene was constantly staged, impacting, impacting, impacting, and impacting, until the last flying dragon smashed the Hercules shield with its own head, and the dozen or so fierce beasts had become a blurred piece of flesh and blood on the ground, and they couldn't find a complete corpse.

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