"Today is a good day to die!" shouted the lord of the city, Duke Boris, who followed closely behind his personal guards, and was constantly joined by the garrison of Plum City. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info The iron weapons collided with the barrier of vindictive energy, and fierce sparks sparked.

There is a limit to the uninterrupted output of the Demon Dragon's Dou Qi, and now, under the continuous attacks of the Great Magus and the soldiers of Meicheng, the Dou Qi circle is gradually decreasing. Boris and the others, the ground behind them has been stained red with blood, but the feet are dry, how painful it is to step on the corpses of their companions, but now is by no means a sad moment, they have to destroy the fighting aura circle as much as possible in the limited time. Soon the gray ground under his feet was also covered in bright red blood, and people kept being torn apart by the fighting spirit, and then new soldiers were added to the empty seats.

"There is no sunshine in Meicheng in the afternoon, and the stone road is full of blood!"

"All living beings shed tears, and their bones and souls returned home!"

"The Demon City Lord is all righteous, and the garrison face cannot be forgotten!"

"Who can sing and cry, justice and glory will be eternal!"

"Grief. Sad... A muffled poem sounded in the square, and the melodic lute, which played a very tragic tune, and a troubadour among the mercenaries, with tears in his eyes, plucked the strings to see off the valiant garrison of Meicheng.

Boris's figure had completely disappeared into the blood mist, and a large number of soldiers had also died in the confrontation with the fighting spirit. The soldiers in the national capital area and the border defense area could no longer hold back their excitement. When the brave men knew that death was at the snap of their fingers, they rushed forward and pounced on the enemy, they were completely shocked. Just like the troubadour's poems, what a tragic elegy for the heroic righteousness of each living life!

"The soldiers of the national capital area, we can't let the brothers of Meicheng die in vain, let's go!"

"The national capital, the border guard, and Meicheng are all one family, and for the Duchy of Mandis, the border guards rush!"

"Die or Fight!" "Die or Fight!"

The armies of the second and third princes, shouting, joined the fight against the demon dragon. At this moment, the armies of all races were united like never before, regardless of geography or rank. The heart of the brave who was inspired, the righteousness was overwhelming, and he put life and death out of the way.

Archmage Mirosius looked at the excited soldiers with a haggard expression, and he felt that the muscles and veins of his body were trembling irregularly, and it seemed that the forbidden spell's backlash against life had begun. "Rocky, you old bastard, you actually went first. He said silently in his heart, "This group of descendants is really lovely, and they have all inherited your spirit of sacrifice. You won't die in vain, old man, and we'll be victorious in the end, and that's when we'll meet again. ”

Mirosius frowned again, struggling to control the clouds to produce thunder and lightning. The forbidden spell launched by the three Magisters has a clear division of labor, in addition to Mirosius is responsible for the creation of thunder and lightning, the other is responsible for the emergence of the earth binding, and the last Magus is responsible for controlling the direction of lightning and sludge attack on the Demon Dragon, the three are interlinked and indispensable. The power of the Heavenly Thunder Beam is very powerful, even if the magic of the Magus is strong, they can't continue to cast spells for a long time, and the reason why the forbidden spell can always be in the state of casting spells is to rely on another powerful spell.

In the courtyard of the Great Prince, there is a magic amplification circle left by six magisters. Taylor and another magister were standing on top of the circle. In order to cooperate with the Heavenly Thunder Beam, their task was to elevate the magic circle into a forbidden spell-level Great Demon Gospel Array.

The wings were still in the courtyard, and Sarion had told her to wait here, and the wings, who had always been obedient at the critical moment, would naturally not leave. When she awoke from the dragon's deadly dragon roar, the two magisters descended into the courtyard, and while it was unknown what kind of magic the magisters were unleashing, they were at least certain that they were indispensable support for Sarion.

Taylor coughed dryly twice, and the blood squirted out as he squeezed his chest. "Archmagister, are you alright?" said Wings in concern.

"Can't die, at least until the demon dragon is defeated, can't die!" Taylor was a little angry, "Saarion is your sweetheart, he has a strange power in his body, and it is because of him that Mei Cheng can support until now, he is a young man with both strength and responsibility, you have a lot of vision!"

Feather Wing's face was slightly red, and in order to hide her embarrassment, she defended: "No, it's not like that, I'm just ordered to follow him!"

"Hehe, none of that matters. I have a hunch that your mission is not limited to the orders you receive. Although you are an elf, you did not leave at the moment when the Terran city was in trouble, which is enough to prove that you have a kind heart. Remember, child, that Sarion is a powerful man, and that you must be by his side in the future and keep pushing him forward for justice. ”

"Sarion himself is a good man, and isn't there still you powerful and righteous Magisters, I think he will stand up for justice!"

"The stronger the person, the easier it is to get lost, especially at a stage like Sarion's mind that is not yet fully mature, and someone must always remind him that that is what you should do. As for us old guys. Taylor paused and smiled helplessly, "After this war, I'm afraid that the six demon guides of the human race will completely come to an end from the stage of history!"

"You mean, to retire?" Wing was a little puzzled.

"No, we'll just disappear into the world, that is, die!" Taylor's kind face was always calm, "Since the continental melee 200 years ago, many extremely powerful spells and techniques have been lost. One of the most regrettable is the disappearance of vindictive spirit and the decline of magic. Although we are called the Great Magus, we are already much weaker than the powerful magicians of hundreds of years!"

Taylor's eyes darkened, and he struggled to stabilize the slightly shaking magic circle, and continued: "A magic circle like this can be easily completed by a single magister before the big war, but now, we need two mages to maintain it together, and even then, we have to pay the price of our lives. ”

"The cost of life?" Wing repeated with some consternation.

"That's right, the Heavenly Thunder Beam and the Great Demon Gospel Array must be used at the same time, and they are called forbidden spells, because they will have a backlash against life. We can't be as powerful as the previous mages, so in order to unleash our full power, we have to pay a price, and that is life, which is why it is called a forbidden spell!"

A faint sadness appeared on Feather's face, and he quietly listened to the words of the Grand Magus Taylor.

"It's a deformed catalyst, a spell that can't be used until it's absolutely necessary. I thought I would never have the opportunity to use it in this life.,I didn't expect today... ”

Another burst of blood blocked his voice, and Taylor was blocked in the middle of his words, and he forcibly swallowed the bloody blood back, calmed his body and mind, and continued: "However, I will not feel sorry for the end of my life here. On the contrary, I am quite proud to have given my life for justice, and from the moment the spell was activated, it doomed us to death. After our death, I am afraid that we will enter an era of balance of combat power, and then it will be a new situation of continental hegemony. Whether it is a human race or an elven race, we must uphold justice!"

Old Taylor's smile appeared on his face again, and he said to the wings in a serious voice: "Although I am very worried about the future of the mainland, I can only hope for you! Child, you must assist Saarion in upholding justice, and don't let him get lost in the dark, only in this way can we die blindly, this is my last request before I die, please be sure to agree to me!"