Wielding the silver spear in his hand, Gerald, the commander of the French army, was in a no-man's land on the battlefield, and blood spurted out wherever the spear went. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Picking up a Kyrgidian cavalryman, Gerald looked up to find the location of the commander of the Gilgidian army, and soon, Gerald saw a golden goshawk flag fluttering in the wind on a small hillside not far away, and under that golden banner, Claude Kuru, the lord of Blackstone City, was riding on a horse and watching the situation on the battlefield.

Pulling the reins and patting the white steed under the seat, Gerald, the commander of the French army, rushed towards the hillside where Meng Fan was.

Seeing the commander of the French army rushing towards him, Meng Fan quickly turned his horse's head and fled to the north of the hillside.

Riding out of the center of the battlefield, Gerald climbed the hill, and Gerald saw Meng Fan, the lord of Black Rock City, who was fleeing in front of him.

"Do you want to escape into the forest?" said with a cold smile and flapping his mount, Gerald following from behind.

The war horse under the seat of Gerald, the commander of the French army, was a horse like no other, snow-white, tall and strong, and ran like a galloping wind.

It didn't take long for Gerald to catch up with the fleeing Meng Fan and his party, and several escort cavalry brandished weapons to intercept the enemy general.

"Get out" turned the Lingfeng gun in his hand, and the guards were shot away one after another. Meng Fan slapped the war horse under his seat vigorously and plunged into the forest.

"Pedaling" Meng Fan could even clearly hear the sound of horses' hooves coming from behind him, "driving" Meng Fan struggled to drive the war horse through the forest, just in front, and after a while, Meng Fan turned his head and looked behind him, and Gerald, the commander of the French army, had already appeared in his sight.

If Gerald threw the spear in his hand at this moment, then Meng Fan would definitely die, but Gerald did not do this, Claude, the lord of Black Rock City, was already cornered, and Gerald wanted to capture alive this Gilgia lord who had suddenly become famous on the Qinglan Continent in recent years.

Meng Fan, who arrived at the predetermined place, pulled the reins in his hand and stopped the war horse under the seat, and Gerald, who was chasing behind him, also strangled the war horse.

Meng Fan turned his mount and looked at the man on the white horse behind him, Gerald, the commander of the French army.

"Why don't you run away?" said Gerald, smiling as he pulled the reins in one hand and silver spear in the other.

"We're tired of running, Marshal Gerald, let's rest. Meng Fan smiled and waved his hand. "Claude, get off his horse and kneel on the ground. Gerald restrained his smile, raised the silver spear in his hand and pointed it at Meng Fan, the lord of Black Rock City.

"Gerald, how dare you talk to Lord Claude like that?" a hoarse voice came as the dark mage Mar Sahar slowly walked out from the tree behind Meng Fan.

Looking at the black-robed man who suddenly appeared, "Who are you?" asked Gerald, who was riding on a horse, in a cold voice. "It doesn't matter who I am, Gerald, if you want to live, get off your horse and kneel before Lord Claude. Marzaha's blood-red eyes stared at the white-haired man in front of him.

Gerald's eyes lit up, he turned over and jumped off his horse, and Gerald walked towards the black-robed man with his wind gun in his hand.

Meng Fan, who was riding on the horse, swallowed his saliva nervously, looking at the commander of the French army who was walking towards him step by step, Mar Saha's face did not show a trace of panic, but there was a strange smile in his blood-red eyes.

When Gerald was only a few steps away from Mar Saha, Gerald raised the silver spear in his hand, ready to shoot through the black-robed man who was speaking wildly.

Suddenly, the leaves in the forest rustled and trembled, as if sensing something, Gerald looked up at the sky, and a black shadow flew down from the sky with an overwhelming momentum.

A cyan fighting aura floated on his body, and Gerald flashed behind him in an instant. There was a loud "boom", and the ground was shaken out of a pit more than ten meters wide, and Meng Fan on the side and the war horse under his seat were blown down by the blowing waves.

Meng Fan exclaimed, "Dong" The war horse collided heavily with a big tree and then fell to the ground, but Meng Fan was not injured, at the moment when the war horse was blown away by the air waves, Ma Saha preemptively hugged Meng Fan and flew away from the dirt pit.

After the earth-shattering blow, Gerald stared solemnly at the huge dirt pit that appeared in front of him, and a figure stood up from the center of the pit, dressed in a set of silver-gray armor, with thick hair that almost covered his entire head, and two twisted braids hanging from his chin, which were woven from beards.

As the man in the pit straightened up, Gerald saw that the enemy had fallen from the sky, a dwarven warrior holding a black warhammer in his hand.

Wait, staring at the black war hammer, Gerald's pupils suddenly contracted, and there were vermilion veins floating on the black war hammer, exactly the same veins as the Ling Feng Spear in his hand, it wouldn't be wrong, what this dwarven warrior was holding in his hand was also an artifact.

"Lingfeng gun. The dwarven warrior read aloud the name of the silver spear in Gerald's hand, "Mar Saha, I'm going to take this Lingfeng spear down the pine hills." The dwarven warrior in the pit turned to the dark mage Mar Sahar, who was standing in the distance.

Mar Saha looked at Meng Fan beside him, and Meng Fan nodded, "Your Majesty Baz, kill this man, and the Ling Feng Gun will be yours." Meng Fan replied loudly.

Hearing this name, Gerald's heart tightened, Gerald had heard that the leader of the three major dwarven tribes in the Fallen Pine Hills was a dwarf named Baz. The dwarven warrior in front of him obviously had the power above the Holy Order, and he also had an artifact-level war hammer.

"You're the Dwarven King Baz......" Gerald looked at the dwarven warriors in the pit, "That's right, human boy, you're what Mar Sahar called Gerald, the commander of the French army." Buzz stepped out of the pit with a black hammer in hand.

The commander of the French army, Gerald, is now forty-one years old, and the dwarven king Buzz is more than a hundred years old, so it is appropriate to call Gerald a human boy.

"The dwarves have never been involved in the affairs of the human kingdom, Your Majesty Baaz...... Why are you here to help the kingdom of Gilgias?" asked Gerald, looking at the Dwarven King who had walked in front of him.

"Help the Kingdom of Gilgias?" Buzz shook his head, "Your human kingdom has nothing to do with our people even if it is bloody, I am only here at the request of Mar Sahar to help him and kill you Farnes." Buzz said cheerfully, holding the black hammer on his shoulder.

"Your Majesty, I respect you as the leader of the dwarven race, but please don't be too arrogant. Gerald said in a deep voice holding the Lingfeng Gun in his hand.

"Haha, it's been a long time since anyone has accused me to my face. Buzz laughed as he carried the black hammer, "Gerald, you are also considered the strongest among the human race, let me teach you what you are capable of, and see if you are worthy of this Storm Lance." Buzz slowly lowered the black hammer on his shoulder and assumed a fighting stance.