"Sylvia, love Newman. Prince Bertlem shouted and ran up the hill.

"Who?" Chernobyl stood in front of the siblings.

"Sylvia, love Newman, it's me, your imperial uncle, Bertlem. ”

Panting, Bertlem finally climbed up the hillside, quickly took off the noble top hat on his head, and looked at the sister and brother behind Chernobyl with a fiery expression.

"Uncle Bertlem?" After Sylvia recognized the familiar face, she called out with some joy, "Uncle Bertlem, why are you here?" ”

"Hahaha, this is not to sense that you are in danger, so I specially brought reinforcements. Bertlem patted Sylvia's hand happily, and his eyes kept rolling over Einewman, fearing that he had a scar on his body.

"Uncle Huang, I'm fine, I really don't have anything to do. "Inewman awkwardly dodged the veteran of Bertelem.

"Uncle Huang, you mean, those Har people, you brought them here?" Sylvia looked at the mighty mechanical legion, a little stunned.

"Naturally, who else but me will come to your rescue. Oh no, there's one more man, Viscount Jean. By the way, did you see Viscount Jean?" Bertlem looked left and right, as if he did not see the god-like figure.

"Viscount Jean?" Sylvia looked confused, but seemed somewhat familiar.

"Jean, you mean Arnold, do you see him?" Instead, Chernobyl, who had been ignored on the sidelines, exclaimed, grabbing Bertelem by the shoulder.

"Hey, let it go first, do you know the etiquette of the nobility?" said Bertrem as hard as he broke away from Chernobyl's iron hand, his face turned a little red, "Who are you, how can you scream in front of the princess." ”

"Uncle Huang, this is Chernobyl, the grandson of the Fijian Sword Master. Sylvia snickered, revealing Chernobyl's identity to Bertelem, who was visibly displeased.

"Fiji Sword Master?" Bertlem was stunned, a little embarrassed. Although the grandson of the Fijian Sword Saint is not necessarily a nobleman, with the identity of the grandson of the Epic Sword Saint, no one will ever underestimate him, and his status will never be lower than that of any nobleman.

"Hahaha, it turned out to be Chernobyl, a hero out of a teenager. Bertlem laughed and hurriedly shook Chernobyl's hand to resolve the embarrassment.

"Old man, don't talk about those useless things, tell me quickly, the Viscount Jean you are talking about is not Arnold. ”

"Ahem. "Chernobyl's incomprehensible charm caused Bertelem to cough and almost gasp.

"Ahem, you're right, Viscount Jean is called Arnold. ”

Getting the answer, Chernobyl laughed and let go of Bertelem. "This boy, I knew he was coming. ”

Chernobyl knew that Arnold had led the refugees to the port of Neptune, and knew that if there was anyone who could solve this dilemma today, it would be Arnold.

"Arnold Jean?" said Sylvia's mind, a thin teenager.

"Chernobyl, you say Arnold Jean?"

"Yes, Your Highness Princess. Chernobyl nodded happily, believing that if Arnold knew about what was going on here, he would definitely come to their rescue.

"It turned out to be him, my cousin. Sylvia's deep eyes reflected a starry sky, and the picture of the starry sky was intertwined, but it was a beautiful face.

"Auntie, did you see it? Arnold is back. ”

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"Arnold. Deborah exclaimed, holding Arnold, who was covered in blood and crumbling.

"Deborah, Archduke Transwag is good. Arnold leaned on Deborah's thin shoulders, squeezing his spirits.

"Good, Louis and Bartley were watching him. ”

"Go, take him with him, and immediately go to the place where the magical elements are most active in the mountains, where they are fighting, and a moment later, hundreds of sets of lives will be gone. ”

With 1 hour to go before dawn, Arnold managed to join up with Deborah's team. After Deborah fed Arnold with mental recovery, life recovery, physical recovery and other potions, she took Archduke Transwag all the way to hurry.

The night was hazy, but the violent magic fluctuations between the lofty mountains could not hide any elemental realm powerhouse. As soon as Deborah's group approached, they felt the earth shake, an elemental riot caused by several legions attacking each other.

"We're almost there, everyone be careful. Deborah commanded, and put a life guard enchantment on a group of people.

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"Legionnaire, we're running out of the way. Adults, please shift positions. "A bloodied general with hundreds of his own soldiers protected Mo Yaheng, because the battlefield was not far from them.

"Alas. Mo Yaheng looked at the scene of defeat like a mountain, and sighed, this night's battle, not the crime of war, is that the enemy is more stubborn than they imagined.

"We—" Mo Yaheng raised his right hand, ready to order the entire army to retreat.

"Woo~~~"

Suddenly, a trumpet sounded as if it came from the sky, interrupting Mo Yaheng's order.

"What?"

Mo Yaheng and hundreds of pro-soldiers collectively turned around, and the sound of horns came from behind them.

"Woo~~~"

Another desolate and ancient trumpet sounded from their right, but this time the trumpet sounded like a dragon roaring.

"Woo woo~~~"

Sure enough, on the right side of Mo Yaheng, a fierce military horn sounded, which seemed to represent the passion for the pursuit of supreme freedom.

It was as if a cloud was hanging over the horizon. In the past summer and autumn, there was no rain, but now the heavy clouds were shuttling with lightning, and the purple light continued to illuminate the vast mountains in the mountains.

"Boom!"

As the earth shook, a white banner emerged from the night, and nearly 10,000 Templars lined up and slowly entered the battlefield.

The leader of the knight holds aloft a Phnom Penh military flag with a cross of the knight's sword and scepter———— which is the national flag of the Empire of Light, symbolizing justice and judgment.

"Empire of Light. Mo Yaheng's face was filled with joy, he was a member of the noble council, so he naturally knew who was standing behind them, but he didn't expect that at the moment when the enemy came to reinforcements, they were looking forward to reinforcements.

A dragon roar came from the right side of Mo Yaheng, and the earth shook, and black clouds rolled. The first thing Mo Yaheng saw was a huge black dragon roaring out, and a knight with a deep breath sat on the head of the black dragon.

More than a dozen wyverns flew out of his back, and the wyverns were neatly equipped, each with a regular knight sitting on it, flying in the sky.

The army on the ground gradually surfaced, it was a row of black knights, and the knights led by it were also holding a military flag, but on it, it was painted a black dragon with wings spreading.

"Black Dragon Empire!" Mo Yaheng gasped, this is the most powerful human empire on the continent today, it is worth his horror, not to mention the desperate military formation.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

As Mo Yaheng gasped, a series of explosions rang out to his left, not bombs, but luxurious magical flames.

In Mo Yaheng's impression, the strongest magician is naturally Sky City, but if you want to say that the place with the largest number of magicians, it must be the Freedom Banner Alliance.

A luxurious magical fleet consisting of one mothership, six subships, and twelve frigates slowly sailed into the battlefield.

The mothership is painted on the hull of a flying bird of paradise———— symbolizing freedom and light.

The Freedom Flag Alliance is definitely the richest of the powerful.

Not to mention Mo Yaheng at this time, even Bertelem, Sylvia and others were dumbfounded, and even Arnold's group who had just arrived at the battlefield were stunned.

The Hal people also seemed to feel that something was wrong, and gradually gave up on chasing the Black Legion, and slowly retreated back to the battlefield.

Gladys and Marquis Clark rushed back to the princess as soon as possible, and a group of people stood in the midst of heavy protection, watching the sudden change of events on the battlefield.

"It's... This, the people of the four empires, actually... It's all here. Mo Yaheng's expression was blank, and his voice was full of tremors. After a series of surprises, horrors, and finally confusion, everything tonight was beyond his imagination.

"How come, the four empires, no, it's the three empires, and the Kyle empire. Arnold, who was hiding under the rocks, had just finished speaking.

I saw a crimson fire explode in the sky, and two figures, one white and one red, appeared in the air, touching one after another.

The momentum emanating from the two of them made everyone present almost kneel.

"St. ... Holy Order powerhouse. ”

Everyone in the audience exclaimed.

Among them, the red figure looked at the scene, frowned slightly, and then flew into Gladys's position without hesitation.

"Don't be nervous, I'm Donald of the Kyle Empire. The person who came looked at the vigilant crowd and said lightly.

"Donald Juggernaut, it's you. "Sylvia had the privilege of meeting this Sage when she was on a mission to the Kyle Empire.

Arnold looked at the mysterious Saint Rank powerhouse and confirmed that he was a member of the Kyle Empire, and the only thing that reassured him was that the Kyle Empire seemed to be a friend.

It is said that hundreds of years ago, Adelaide split from the Kyle Empire, and the ancestor was once a royal member of the Kyle Empire, but now it seems that the rumors did not come out of nowhere.

Arnold looked at another white figure, and it was certain that the white figure was also a Saint Rank powerhouse. Arnold saw this Holy Order powerhouse fly into the camp of the Empire of Light.

It was certain that this white figure was the light paladin in the mouth of the great priest.

ps: "The book is coming to an end, and there are about 10,000 words left. A new book is in the pipeline..."