"Although I have to thank you for your tipping, I really can't help but want to pity you, and I have been abandoned again, little one!"

Squatting in front of the **** head, Kelreth looked at the demonized human in front of him with a strange expression, and then under the frightened expression of the ****, he stretched out his hand and poked his eyebrows, and after a trace of gray color in his eyes, he got up and stood up. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

With a casual wave of his left hand, he put away the corpse on the ground, and raised his right hand with a clenched fist, Kyris squinted at the soul body that was being held tightly by himself but was desperately struggling, it was the first time he had seen a soul with such high activity and autonomy, although his perception clearly told him that the soul in front of him did not actually have any sense, but was only struggling according to a similar instinct.

As soon as his right hand tightened slightly, the soul in his hand was imprisoned and could no longer move, and the spiritual power then completely invaded this soul that shimmered with a subtle green glow, which had obviously been eroded by the Void Evil Energy.

"Interesting!

After closing his eyes and perceiving for a long time, his frowning eyebrows gradually loosened, and finally, Kyrreth opened his eyes, with a little shock in his surprised eyes, and the low chuckle finally turned into a loud laugh, and at this moment, the surrounding mage corps had all taken care of everything, and gradually surrounded him, neatly forming a battle formation and standing quietly behind George, even Sam looked at George with a familiar expression, and silently fiddled with his staff, this gift from his mentor was already a standard intermediate staff, so even after these days of fighting and constantly enhancing the fit, the power he can activate is still less than one-tenthHowever, the special effects of one four-ring offensive spell and two defensive spells every day still made him love it, and even became the motivation for him to exercise his mental power for a while.

"Looks like we'll have to find some other experimental materials!"

After thinking alone for a long time, Kerryth came back to his senses, glanced at the quiet mage corps around him, smiled slightly, muttered to himself, and then turned around and waved his hand, and led the mage corps to summon their respective constructed horses, and galloped away in the direction of Nanhai City...

"Your Highness, the Beast's Fang has already received the retreating troops from the Soladin Wall!"

As soon as he rode up the hill, the knight ran to a distance of about three or four meters from the figure standing at the top of the slope, reined in his horse and jumped down, and said after respectfully giving a knightly salute.

"Good!"

The figure turned around, the pale silver whole body armor burst out with brilliant brilliance under the sunlight, coupled with the golden holy light that kept pouring out of the whole body, Marseilleu, who was like a holy angel, gave a military salute to the herald who was looking at him a little stunned in front of him, and walked quickly to the other side of the hillside, the dense legion almost filled the entire field of vision, the Hammer Corps - the strongest corps of the Far East Leader, the light of Arathi - the only formed mage corps of Arathi, plus the Forest of the Iron Curtain, The Giant Beast's Fang, the two traditional cavalry regiments that Arathi has inherited for hundreds of years, except for the original Arathi Royal Legion that was cowering in Riptide Castle and the Iron Legion that has been completely removed, the essence of Arathi's strength is gathered here.

This was the confidence of him, the Duke of Marseilleu Lothar, and it was the cornerstone of the beginning of the new Arathi.

"The beasts, who destroyed our homeland and dragged Arathi into the endless abyss, are now coming back and trying to invade our homeland! But here, we will give them a taste of despair, let them know that Arathi will never give up, and that Arathi will win !! for Arathi's !!"

There was a dazzling light in his eyes, because of the surging mood that caused the holy light in his whole body to begin to surge out, and in an instant, Marseilleu, who was standing on the high ground, completely turned into a small golden sun, and the pouring holy light enveloped nearly half of the army, and all the soldiers bathed in the holy light felt a warm current filling their bodies, and the roar was accompanied by an inexhaustible burst of strength.

"For the !! of Arathi"

"For the !! of Arathi"

"For the !! of Arathi"

The roar finally converged into a roar that soared into the sky, and Marseilleu finally gathered the holy light on his body, turned his head and rode the constructed war horse behind him, and began to tear off the last bit of camouflage with the army behind him, revealing his bloodthirsty fangs...

"Your Highness!

The army marched for only an hour, and as soon as they rode into the Chinese army, they arrived at Marseilleu's mount unimpeded, ripped off the black hood, and Alan respectfully reported while controlling the mount to drop half of Marseilleu's body.

"Good!

Nodding with satisfaction, Marseilleu nodded at the shadow man behind Allen, this beauty is actually the top assassin in his camp, but it is the retainer and fiancée in front of him who has always called himself the broken aristocracy of Arathi, the relationship between the two is a beautiful flower among the Arathi nobles, and the childhood sweetheart who does not have the slightest interest always makes people feel comfortable, which is why Marseillo attaches so much importance to this subordinate who took refuge in the middle and gives him a heavy responsibility so quickly.

Our Lady's disease may be just a moaning and moaning scrape or a clown-like annoying for the weak, but for the Grand Duke of Marseilleu, it is an alternative wonder but it has a more bizarre result, and now the atmosphere of the entire Duchy of Lothar is comparable to that of the Saladin Dynasty in the primeval period, vigorous, prosperous, full of strong exuberance, most of the conspiracies are strange, and the nobles are more and more lacking in room to grow, although it cannot be said that there is absolutely none, but it has become more obscure and hidden.

"Your Highness..."

Glancing around, seeing that they were all familiar guards, Alan hesitated for a moment, then said as he continued to move forward with Marseilleu.

"Have you seen him?"

Looking straight ahead, Marseillo said.

"I didn't see the Lord himself!, I just saw the other person's followers, who seemed to be the Shadow Ones?"

Alan glanced at his beauty, and after the two looked at each other for less than a second, he lowered his head and said to Marseilleu, not only the Shadow Person, but even the high-level peak Double Cultivator Shadow Person, so that this other half of his soul, even if the other party came to the two of them, did not find the slightest trace.

"Uh-huh, is it Kiel!"

"Yes!"

"Looks like everything is going according to that kid's script?"

"Your Highness, history has never been scripted, and a butterfly can disrupt the story that might have been set!"

Lowering his head, Alan frowned and said, everything was going too smoothly, so that in this orc raid, they perfectly annihilated almost all the troops belonging to Prince Garin with the help of orcs, while the direct troops of Victor and Randolph were unscathed and wrapped in a large part of the miscellaneous soldiers and successfully escaped from the fortress of the Wall of Soladin that had been captured by the orcs, and even, how to capture this fortress again has been properly prepared, but it is precisely because of this kind of script that does not allow a trace of error but in fact does not have a trace of error that makes Alan uneasy, man is not a god, even if he is a god, it is impossible to arrange everything foreverAnd, of course, the most disturbing thing is...

Glancing up at Marseilleu, who was filled with a golden soft light, it was his lord's absolute trust in the screenwriter that he felt most uneasy.

"Jazz!"

As if sensing Allen's gaze, Marseilleu was still staring ahead, but his tone changed and said lightly.

"Yes, Your Highness!"

"In this world, there will always be one or two people who are willing to accompany you to charge without fear of death at any time!"

“... Yes!Your Highness!" (To be continued.) )