Chapter 160 Beacon Company Battalion

Scattered rockets sped in all directions, like a torrential rain, mercilessly falling into Sebutira.

The branches and leaves that had been processed by several mages overnight were unusually dry, and almost in the blink of an eye, they were ignited by the spark. As for the high walls at the edge of the camp, the crude ropes soaked in oil were instantly ignited by the heat, and crackling in the flames erupted, and it took a few breaths to burn out.

Losing its holdings, the walls crumbled in an instant, and the rolling down thick trunks were wrapped in flames, engulfing the trolls around them who had no time to escape.

Fire, smoke, unbridled spread through the camp.

Listening to the rapidly approaching war cries and the sound of arrows breaking through the air belonging to the 'elves', Lanlos on the watchtower stared at the giant bear in front of him very calmly: "I promise, it won't be more than three ......."

"Roar!"

In response to him was Nalorak's monstrous jaw.

Rumble!

Under the impact of the giant bear, the entire watchtower appeared to be weakened, and fell straight backwards in the wail.

However, as Nalorak retracted his strength, a stream of clear water wrapped around his neck. Almost instantly, the originally cool and weak flowing water suddenly froze, and the icy aura rose rapidly, turning into layers of solid ice in the blink of an eye.

The cold ice condensed by the water elemental not only continued to shrink, trying to restrict Nalorlac's breathing, but also extended layers of ice blades, cutting and piercing Nalorlac's skin and flesh.

Although he didn't hurt himself much, Nalorak still let out a roar of rage, and then swung his thick claws and slapped them his neck.

The ice was bursting apart, and although the water elemental's ability to recover was greatly reduced in this form, it still did not relax in the slightest.

Seeing the crumbling ice falling overhead, Lanloth grinned and silently raised Stamma towards Nalorlac's abdomen.

In the jungle to the south, the same flames kicked up large black clouds, and even in the early morning, the sky was still extremely dark.

Standing on top of Sebnoy's watchtower, Sylvanas looked down at the one-sided battle below, her brow furrowing.

Although he was confident of breaking through Sebnou by surprise, he was still ...... It's so simple, it's unbelievably simple!

A golden-colored 'glamorous' figure flew over the sea of fire, and Sharindra rode Sheris and galloped to Sylvanas's side in a blink of an eye: "General, we have occupied the central area of Sebnoy, but ......"

The adjutant's words suddenly stopped, causing Sylvanas to raise her brow slightly, and then she held back the uneasiness in her heart, silently looked at the other party, and motioned for her to continue.

"There was no sign of the Dark Pine Trolls, and with no intention of supporting Zuaman or the nearby camps, and with no movement from the air forces of Ekirson and Gayale, Zulkin seemed ready to abandon Sebnouis. ”

After a brief moment of silence, Sylvanas turned her head to look north, and it seemed as if her uneasiness had been fulfilled.

"Tell me to go down, leave half of the people here to set up a defensive line, and the rest will leave immediately. ”

"Where?"

"North!"

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Somewhere in the mountain range that separates Zuaman from the outer forest, two tall and lanky figures stood side by side on the top of the mountain, ignoring the howling wind and silently staring at the sky-high fire at the foot of the mountain.

"It seems that Nalorak has failed. The rickety old troll tightened the pitch-black wooden staff in his hand and said lightly.

"Didn't you expect that?" Hearing this, the troll next to him combed the colored feathers on his arm, and responded casually.

Similar to Ekirsun, his red upper body was covered with fiery red supple feathers, and the feathers on his shoulder blades stood up with high spirits, swaying in the wind like a rising flame.

In fact, he did have nothing to do with the flames.

Gayale, a high-ranking troll who carries the soul of the dragon eagle, controls the flames and the powerful shaman of the Aman Nylon Eagle, whether it is his own strength or the power he wields, compared to the rest of his kind who have been blessed by the gods of the wilderness, he is the most powerful and intelligent!

However, the stronger he became, the more he realized the benefits of power, and he was not satisfied with the status quo, although he did not have the idea of overthrowing Zulkin's rule, he still wanted to gain stronger power.

Therefore, it was only natural that Kergas appeared in his sight.

Zurkin probably would never have imagined that while he was entrapping the Dark Pine tribe, Kergash did not sit still.

Gayalle, the overlord who controls the Nylon Eagle forces in Oman, actually chose to cooperate with him.

As for the reason......

"I just didn't expect him to lose so completely. A look of disdain appeared on Kergash's face, "In order to make it impossible for me to find a reason or opportunity to contact the Dark Pine Tribe, Zurkin did not hesitate to let so many people guard the outside of the city. ”

"Now such a heavy loss, he will definitely regret it. ”

In fact, Kergash did not say a word, and the thousands of fellow trolls in the two camps were either burned or displaced, and Zurkin was fully responsible for this. As long as he pushes the Wave a little, not only will the Dark Pine Clan regain his control, but even Amani will have an opinion about the Overseer.

When the time comes......

Sensing the scrutinizing gaze cast by Gayale, Kergash quickly put away the 'yin' on his face. The two of them were only working together now, and Gayale remained loyal to Zulkin, and he didn't want to cause a rift between the two because of his own carefulness.

"The Overseers can't be blamed for that. As he expected, Gayale immediately retorted to his words, "You also know the information that Ekirson brought back, and it was all Nalorak's own fault. ”

"But this is not a bad thing, finding a person with a flexible mind to inherit the 'essence' of the bear spirit is in the benefit of Zu Aman. ”

Hmph, I'm afraid that 'elf' spirit boy won't let you succeed.

An unfathomable smile appeared on his face, and Kergas shook his head: "If you have seen enough of the arrogance of these 'spirits', I think we should take action." ”

"That's what I mean!"

As soon as the words fell, a series of screams soared into the sky, and a large fiery red figure rose from behind the mountains. Dozens of dragon eagles spread their wings and galloped, like swooping fighter jets, rapidly approaching the fire below.

Unlike Ekirson's petty family, the dragon eagle is a large bird of prey, and although the number of dragon eagles dispatched by Gayale in order not to arouse Zurgin's displeasure, the flock still covers the sky.

It was as if a large flame had poured down from the sky, and such a spectacular picture made Gayale look up to the sky and roar. Then, the 'brilliant' red feathers on his body suddenly trembled violently.

The outstretched hands swelled and stretched rapidly, and the feathers in the crooks of the arms resembled a waterfall of flames. The legs became thick and powerful, the soles of the feet were like falcons, and the four sharp and slender claws pierced deep into the rocks beneath their feet.

The scorching magic continued to spread, and in the blink of an eye, Gayalle's body had changed drastically.

The fiery red feathers seemed to bathe Gayale in flames, and the hot aura of destruction continued to wash everyone's vision, and what was even more disturbing was that the 'glamorous' feathers fluttering in the wind seemed to faintly glow with the familiar emerald green.

Seeing this, Kergash grinned.

This was his condition, using the dark magic he learned from the demons to help Gayale forcibly seize more of the dragon eagle spirit's divine power!

As for his request......

"It's time for us to go. Leaning slightly, Gayale urged the aged chief of the Dark Pines impatiently. The latter did not 'show' any dissatisfaction, but slowly climbed onto the other party's back.

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Lanloth stepped back quickly, and seeing that he was about to fall to the ground because of this habitual 'nature', he decisively 'inserted' the Exterminator into the ground. Half-crouched on the ground, the 'elf' spirit mage looked embarrassed.

Most of the clothes on the upper body had been torn, and three hideous scars covered almost the entire back. Fortunately, due to the ability to regenerate, the rolled scarlet blood 'flesh' was crusted over in large areas, but due to the vigorous exercise just now, it still couldn't stop oozing blood.

Nalorak, on the other hand, is even more depressed.

A narrow wound almost completely cut his entire 'chest' and abdomen, and the shadow magic continued to swim in the flesh and blood, making his ability to recover blocked, and the blood and internal organs spilled out as if they were not for money, and in the blink of an eye, the ground under his feet was already red.

However, even so, he was still able to grasp the wound with one hand and launch a counterattack against Lanlos with the other.

The wound on his back tingled from the heat of the camp, and Lanloth frowned, spitting a mouthful of bloody spit to the side, and then immediately communicated the teleportation technique.

Heads-up, you say, is too untechnical......

Obviously, Nalorak also realized what the other party was trying to do, and let out an angry roar at the trolls around him who only knew how to flee and did not dare to help him deal with this high-level 'spirit', and then immediately spread his 'legs' and rushed over.

With a wave of his hand and pulling the magic power, Lanloth used arcane energy to gather a thin layer of frost on the wound on his back, not only to cool down, but also to prevent secondary tears. Then, he stretched his left arm forward, but Nalorak didn't notice it, and at some point, he had already put on the black 'colored' magic glove.

The surging magic sent a short storm, and the next moment, a huge palm stood up in front of Lanloth, just blocking the path of the giant bear.

Boom!

The dull and loud sound of impact set off a ferocious sound 'wave', which hit Lanlos's face and eardrums fiercely, and just as he 'revealed' an uncomfortable expression, a sharp whistling came from the air, making him involuntarily 'show' a smile.

Nalorak slammed into his talisman palm, but only pushed it forward a few meters, and when the habitual 'sex' was gone, he found that the palm in front of him seemed to be a mountain.

Just as he was about to turn the direction of the attack, his fluffy brown ears suddenly trembled, and he turned his head to look back.

An arrow pierced through most of the camp almost instantaneously, whistling towards him. A wild storm that 'forced' the flames to retreat in the sea of fire never dissipated for a long time.

(End of chapter)

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