"Ahh!——h Underneath him, a mercenary with a man and a horse neatly halved in half. What's even more terrifying is that the upper body of the mercenary who was cut in two is still squirming with difficulty, and the tenacious internal organs that have not been completely torn off connect him with the lower body in convulsions, blood and yellowish body fluids soak a large area of land, and the fishy breath with the chaotic breath of life surges into the sky with the low pressure brought by the convergence of essence, and then blows in all directions with the directionless wind of the wilderness.

The war horse that was also cut in two gave its kind of great stimulation, and the war horse may not be afraid of the battlefield full of human blood, but in the face of such a horrific treatment of its kind, the war horse without complete intelligence is still subjected to the severe pain of pulling back and forth between the terrifying instinct and the discipline of training.

"There is no need to continue to explain to them. Francis turned his back to them and said coldly, and in an instant, the giant knife with a length of three meters condensed by the dark essence swung to both sides, and the mercenary who came back to his senses immediately raised his war spear and swept away the fierce flame fighting qi towards Francis's body.

In front of Lovian, the earth shook, and fifty silver-armored knights dressed in pink and gold petals leaped beside Lovien and Dominita like a stream of water, and the silver saber in beautiful decoration burned with brilliant water fighting energy, and in the terrifying gaze of the mercenaries who were resisting Francis's blood moon slash, the silver death light sparkled their eyes. Immediately there was a vast darkness.

"Knights of the Silver Mistletoe Order!——," the mercenaries exclaimed in horror, but the most perfect compliment from the fear of their opponents did not arouse the slightest pity from the silver-armored knights, and the saber engraved with the graceful pattern was not stained with a trace of blood that broke the beauty in each cut.

The sword of silver mistletoe was like a pure silver blade, piercing directly through the mercenaries of the Knights of the Shaw Dragon. The silver waves of water brought up along the way shattered a life. The silver sword that rushed to the other end came to an abrupt halt, then rushed backwards with little buffer, returned to the center of the silver track, split into two paths, and stabbed to the sides, slashing the weaker fleeing mercenaries on that side effortlessly. In this wilderness of returning desolation and silence, a splendid cross against a blood-red background is drawn.

Lowe watched the qiē quietly, and Dominita was so stimulated by the brutal battle that she covered her mouth and crouched on the ground retching. All Lovian could do was use a few small psychic spells to smooth her chaotic mental fluctuations. There must be such a link in the fate of Dominita and all the other demon children who have experienced the Heavenly Shape, and now Dominita is just the first to experience it.

Francis stood in front of Lovian. Behind him stood five of the same knights in silver armor, whom Lovien recognized as the followers of Francis of the Order of Merlan, Talco and Rutgers. Behind them, their eyes were still as flat as water. As if the killing a moment ago was not caused by them at all, the knights of the Silver Mistletoe Knights.

"Sword of Silver Mistletoe...... Isn't this the legendary Fourth Knights of the World, how can they have anything to do with you?" Lovian looked at Francis, whose expression was "I don't know what to say." Smiled and stretched out his hand to shake him, then looked at the knights with calm faces, and said hello to Talco and them by the way.

Francis scratched his hair, "...... Well, Nita, hurry up and get up-"

"-Strength is not innate, you didn't do it as well as she did. Lovian teased, "What did I just ask?"

"Oh...... Teacher. The top three knightly orders of the Osilian people are all knights belonging to various countries. And the sword of silver mistletoe. How much do you know about them as an independent knight?" Francis asked the silver-armored knights behind him to take the two war horses, "Don't think about it, teacher, the sword of silver mistletoe has the least information among all the knights on the ranks, because his allegiance is to the high-ranking cadres of the Black Wing, simply put, their bodyguards. ”

Lovian gasped, Black Wings had been established for so long, Osiria hadn't discovered that the most powerful Independent Knights could be established in such a dark organization, just looking at their gorgeous and holy armor and the mounts of the divine steed, they would not be connected to such an eerie organization as Black Wings. The reason why the Silver Mistletoe was able to become the strongest of the Osirian Independent Knights was because of the terrifying victories in the few battles with other Independent Knights in the past.

Thinking back to Orka's Winged Legion of the same impressive record, the victory of the Silver Mistletoe still seemed incredible, but it was no longer so unreasonable.

The level of magic and technology possessed by Orka's Black Wings is a level higher than the current world level, and the fact that it can still achieve such a result with such a large number of disparities is definitely the decisive factor.

"That is to say......"

"Every high-ranking cadre of the Black Wings is guarded by a hundred Silver Mistletoe Knights, but they only appear when the cadres are not revealing their identity, and they do not usually wear this uniform. I'm here...... After breaking away from the Black Wings...... Master Orka scattered my Silver Mistletoe Guardian to the other cadres, after all, the relationship between the Silver Mistletoe and the Black Wings is a top secret. Francis's expression darkened as he said that he had broken away from the name of Black Wing and Orca.

Then his interest quickly reined, and he turned to Lovian and introduced, "It is Le Dien's direct team that has gilded the leaves with sunflower petals. Because of the family matter, I asked her with a face, and Le Dian was very happy to borrow half of me, and gave me a few sets of clothes by the way. He pointed to the smiling five Talcos, and his expression looked very unwilling when he said Le Dian , "Those big mercenary groups have started to make moves against my family and Xue Mo again, and I will return the fifty knights of the Silver Mistletoe Sword to Le Dian by noon tomorrow." So the teacher, well, and my dear little sister. We wouldn't have too much time to rest! We'd better start planning now. ”

Lovian raised his eyebrows, "So you don't have any plans?"

Francis hurriedly explained: "No, no, no...... It's just a matter of planning to make appropriate adjustments with you, teacher. ”

Speaking of which, several silver-armored knights who went to clean up the battlefield took back the certificates verifying everyone's identity as much as possible, and then said that a few Xiao Long mercenaries who had not lost their breath were rudely stuffed into the sack and tied to the saddle with rope.

"You can't hide this kind of thing, can you?" Lovian dragged the dazed Dominita onto the horse, her little face pale at the moment, but at least she was in danger of a nervous breakdown.

Francis shook his head: "Not everything can be hidden. However, many things are just that the Holy Land Imperial Power is unwilling to let all of Osiria know. I guess she actually wants to use the hand of the Black Wings to weaken the growing mercenary force. He looked back at the battle ground that had begun to attract mosquitoes and flies, "But what can we do? The only person who can play chess with her is Lord Orka now, right?

Luo Weian nodded thoughtfully, now that he has enough strength and power, Orka certainly has the qualifications to change the world into what he wants, and he still has some way to go from such a goal.

But in this world. Someone who really understands what Orca wants. It's just Lovian......

"I remember...... The Sword of Silver Mistletoe is the name of a sacred weapon of the Elven Clan, does the history of the Knights of the Silver Mistletoe have anything to do with this?"

"It was because of the sword of silver mistletoe that the royal elves Helina and Harmania who lived in Victoria escaped the frozen curse of the black mages who spread to all the royal elves, so Lord Orka hopes that a knight order like the sword of silver mistletoe will give the Black Wings eternal protection. Mistress Orca's side is still romantic, isn't it?" said Francis, smiling at the orange-red sun.

Lovian nodded, and continued to follow the gradually speeding Silver Mistletoe Sword Knights to the northeast towards the Wintington family's former residence, the knight behind him dragging the Xiao Long mercenaries who were tied in sacks, and the sporadic wails gradually calmed down. Only the monotonous sound of horses' hooves remained, and finally melted into the motif of the moor. Mastma held the sword in both hands, held the blade straight in front of his chest, and closed his eyes. It's as if praying to a cloudy sky. The mysterious magic pattern fluctuated with a flowing purple light, and the short blue-purple hair was plated with a layer of silver light along with the snowflakes of the snow frost.

Execute the command.

The flame of hatred that flickered with her dazzling black-red flames was gradually forcibly erased from her vision, and the entrustment of her parents, the expectant eyes of her younger siblings, gradually descended from the sea level of her soul. Without the air distorted by the blazing heat, the chill brought by the snow and frost to bring calmness, and the qiē in front of him suddenly became extremely clear.

Was this the order of the Legion Commander? She was distracted by the fact that abandoning hatred in battle could really make her stronger?

The Legion Commander's orders had to be carried out, and as for what happened after that, it was not something she needed to think about now.

The battle continues, and although they are still evenly matched, they must be at a disadvantage with the support of the dragons' strong strength. The most effective way to face the enemies of the dragon clan is to directly crush them with great force.

A dragon knight and a dragon master, the combined strength of the two is comparable to that of Mistre and Chaga Veroni, two powerhouses with fourth-level limits. Especially the Dragonmaster duo named Vane and Ranieseka pose an even greater threat than the combination of Kosol and Viriodo. The powerful magic power of the dragon clan was unleashed by the control of a human mage, which was enough to raise such a combined magic assessment to the terrifying heights of sixth-level magic.

A wave of flickering blue lightning swept through Mastma's side, and just as it was about to engulf her smaller body, Mastma's body suddenly disappeared from its attack vision. By combining their mental powers, Dragonmaster Vane and Ranieseca could sense the state of their targets through Guò's attacking dragon breath, and they were amazed by their rapid dodge.

The dragon's breath that had been enchipped by the lightning magic did not escape, and as it rolled through the air, there was almost no elemental fluctuation except for the flickering light and the wind it took. Immediately, this dragon breath discovered the trajectory of Mastma's appearance in the sky, and immediately soared into the sky. Facing Mastema in the backlight.

Vane watched Mastma intently, while Ranieseca nervously judged the situation around him. Gu Fa should have been the closest to them in strength among these people, and it should have been the one who brought them the most threat. However, from the actual situation, the ancient method has almost become Forrest Gump's armed subordinate, from the beginning of the battle to the present, there has hardly been an attack, completely providing Forrest Gump with a clear and stable spell casting environment, and the young priest of the wolf clan's mastery of the ice and thunder magic and the strange attack power of the magic that even magicians have never heard of have always plunged them into intermittent chaos.

The last two sets of cutting-edge forces of the Bruce family have been able to determine that they are now facing a wolf force that is ready. Although they had been mentally prepared for the situation in front of them before, they really faced such a situation that they did not want to see. They were still frustrated. After all, now the Holy Land is on their side, hiding from the eyes of the Holy Land, with the strength of the Bruce family, which now exists in name only. It is still far from possible.

Occasionally glancing down, the land beneath them had already been intervened by the magic of various attributes into all kinds of strange appearances, and the original snowy land had been transformed into a postmodern art painting with an area of several thousand square meters due to the impact of various elements. Blue-red-black traces crisscrossed the side of the Minar Forest in an extremely chaotic pattern, and the fragile trees were finally unable to withstand the increasing elemental impact. Slowly breaking with a creaking. Then the unprotected branches were quickly wiped out in the elemental blast.

The wolf clan station has begun to evacuate smoothly, and all the old and young people and facilities that have no combat effectiveness have been quickly dragged away according to the plan, leaving only those wolf warriors who are coldly staring at the battlefield above. They weren't strong enough for them to influence the tide of battle, but if they teamed up and went all out, the balance could be upset.

Kosol and Virioodore are faster than the Dragonmaster, and they spend more time fighting Forrest Gump and Beating, Mastema between battles. Such a battle was far from being as enjoyable as when he joined forces with Ulysses II under the rooftop.

Perhaps, his own inference is correct, and the death of Cold Hammer is really the plan of the wolf clan.

Mastmar appeared behind Veliodo like a ghost. The blade of the sword was a little in the heavy black dragon tail armor, and once again jumped onto the most taboo offensive parts of the dragon knight.

The blue frost pierced straight away without any fancy. This kind of attack is not used by most Terran women, but it is not difficult for the demons, whose physical strength is stronger than that of the human race. It formed an icy force field under his feet, coated a layer of frost on the smooth dragon scales of the dragon clan, and accelerated again with the help of the recoil force, transforming into a blue-purple electric light that pierced the back of Kosol's heart in a straight line.

Feeling the enemy once again overturn his back with absolute battlefield control, Viciodo roared and accelerated upwards rapidly, hoping to interfere with Mastma's course with his overweight, and his huge tail brought a raging dark elemental storm towards Mastma on his body.

Mastma only paused for a moment to correct the error, and continued to increase the output of his fighting energy with a blank face, and Kosol could even feel the cold snowflakes on the back of his neck.

Kosol immediately jumped out of the dragon saddle, drew his dragon spear and swept towards Masma's azure fighting qi defense, with his current fighting spirit background, he was definitely able to break through Masma's strength that had not yet exceeded the fourth level. Her revenge for the destruction of her race is about to be avenged, and after this blow disrupts the frequency of her attacks, it will be her own stage. He didn't know why Mastma's strength had dropped so much in such a short period of time, but did he still need to think about it at the moment?

The elegant handsome cheeks suddenly became hideous, and the dark blue eyes burned with crazy red flames, bringing a few bright red sparks to his silver earth-based fighting qi.

Red and silver mingled into an aurora arc of light, suddenly obscuring the dark blue light of snow and frost.

But then came a dragon's breath that flickered with blue lightning, and Vane and Ranieseka's attack, with Aion's pull, swept towards Kosol, who was concentrating all his energy on continuing to strengthen himself.

Mastma still had an almost indifferent expression, and the blade in his hand did not flinch, and continued to stab forward following his trajectory.

Kosol didn't know that Mastma would continue to attack in such a situation, and the kind of fighting that defied his own life made him shudder in a state of rage.

"Kosol! Close—" Vane could be heard shouting in panic in the chaotic wind, the wound on Raniesseca's throat had not yet healed, and although his body was still strong, the husky dragon language like a broken bellows still made Vicio tremble.

"Ding————

A long, crisp sound spread out from the point where the metal touched, and gradually expanded outward, and the distant birds flew away from the familiar branches in clusters with the piercing sound.

The brilliant red of the red bead flickered, and the brilliant white light of the silver color instantly covered the strange aura brought by the magical elements around him, and Kosol suddenly felt a sudden lightness in his hands in the humming sound that made him dizzy.

Immediately, in the clear white light, he saw that the tip of the dragon spear in his hand was gone, leaving only a neat and smooth section. And Mastma happened to stick to this section, with a cold and piercing absolute sharpness, stabbing diagonally at the position below his left collarbone.

The tremendous pressure of death suddenly forced him to have no time to consider the panic caused by the destruction of this ancestral spear, and he tried his best to summon power to Veliodo, under the fear of death, any life could burst out with a much stronger power than his usual strength, and in an instant, the powerful fourth-level dragons felt their whole bodies sink because of the withdrawal of this power.

In the midst of countless moments, after Mastma clearly saw Kosol's frenzied form, a vague icon of the Lord of the Earth made of pure light elements faintly appeared.

The Divine Seal of Creation?!The Divine Seal of Creation summoned with third-level strength?

Mastema's sharpness was shattered by surprise for a thousandth of a second at this moment.

Kosol's light and Veliodo's darkness fused for a split second, forming a dull gray, palm-sized scale that quietly hovered in front of Mastma's frost trail. Subconsciously, Mastma, who couldn't judge the situation in front of him, still let Frost face the small piece of scales that looked unremarkable.

The unformed machine spirit and Maha in the falling frost suddenly let out the same scream.

"You demons, get out of the way!!"

Mastma suddenly woke up, and she saw this small unnoticeable piece of gray scale armor silently and massively devouring the magical elements around it like an abyssal vortex.

"Chaos!!"

Forrest Gump exclaimed from below, Ranieseka forced himself to stop himself, and Dragonmaster Vane lowered his staff a little.

Mastma's mind instantly flooded with information about Ai in the light mist. This moment of information acquisition immediately made her make a judgment. She let go of her left hand, flipped her wrist and hooked the side of the blade at the top end, gently circulating the Snow Frost Fighting Qi, and slowly changing the angle of the falling frost that stabbed forward.

In the mist of light behind him, a huge battle axe slid out, just using the barb on its blade to hook a section of Frost's blade, and under the protection of the absolute toughness of the two powerful artifacts, Mastema finally retracted her momentum before letting Frost crash into this small piece of Chaos Scale Armor, and then Ian pulled her backwards, directly pulling her out of the battle circle between her and Kosol.

There are no gaps in battle, this is the most basic rule of battle, and Vane and Raniesseca in front of them are making such a mistake.

He had no idea that Mastma, who had just come into contact with him from the extreme crisis, would attack him directly and without any intervals, and when he raised his staff again, he was already at a disadvantage.

"Daddy, pull me up. Forrest Gump said and jumped lightly onto Gu Fa's shoulder, and around him, a circle of pure white magic circles was taking shape.

"In my name, pray for the elves of light that roam the sky, and in my name, for the elves of darkness that soar in the four fields......" Forrest Gump's voice appeared in another place, chanting incantations in multiple voices, an important judgment to widen the gap between high-level magicians and low-level magicians.

At the same moment, Forrest Gump completed the formation of the two magic circles. And at this moment, the water system fighting qi filled by the ancient method blasted out into the sky, directly making Forrest Gump jump to the highest position. (To be continued......)