Delais spread his batwing and flew out of the air on horseback, backing away as he weaved layers of magical defenses in front of him with his hands. Although theoretically speaking, a caster of the same rank should not be afraid of those warriors who rely purely on muscles, he felt a deadly threat in El.

It's a feeling of being hunted, like being locked in the jungle by a lord at the top of the food chain. This made Delaere shocked, and he directly revealed his demonic form without caring about maintaining his image.

El's eyes shimmered with a faint blue light, and he sparkled through the array of the Southern Legion like a ghost. Ordinary soldiers of the Southern Army didn't have time to react even if they saw his figure, and only the afterimage of the weapon hit when they stabbed out the weapon. On El's side, instead, the axe in his hand swung into a whirlwind that could not be splashed by water, sweeping all enemies in his path, crushing them into meat sauce.

A mere severed arm wasn't enough for Delaree to be so out of shape, what really surprised him was El Eyre's attitude. As the commander of the army, he could not understand El's recklessness in giving up command of the battle and coming alone. In his opinion, even if El could subdue himself, the time he wasted would be enough for the Southern Army to break through Isttalen's defenses.

Of course, he could not have known that in the opposite Isttalon army, even a junior officer would be more competent than El in order to pick up military qualities. El was also quite self-aware of this, and in terms of command, he was generally only responsible for setting goals, and the rest of the specific operations were delegated to junior officers.

The demons mixed with the soldiers of the Southern Army are certainly a problem, but the root of the problem still falls on Delaire. When El noticed the black energy ball in Delaire's hand, he realized that he had to capture the thief first, so he started the storm raid and rushed straight towards Delaire without saying a word.

The understanding between the soldiers is often cultivated in a battle, and when he rushes out, Palanti immediately retreats to the defensive line, takes El's place and begins to snipe the demons, while Timmy leads the cavalry to continue the retreat as originally planned. The newcomers Allet and Rosen were still a little uncomfortable with this tacit understanding, but their military literacy was also not bad, and they wisely did not raise objections at this time.

A deafening lion's roar rang out behind her, causing all the Confederate soldiers to cover their ears, an ability that Palanti had inherited and a signal for her to start sniping demons. El was sure in his heart, and suddenly increased his speed, and the wind swept through the array of the Southern Army. (For the latest chapter reading, please visit)

The two knights rushed head-on, their swords emitting ominous black energy, the same as the negative aura that Delaire had just collected. It was under the influence of this weapon that ordinary soldiers of the Southern Army changed their temperament drastically, and instantly changed from lambs to hungry wolves.

Although I don't know what other functions this weapon has, but I think it is inseparable from the power of demons, and El has no interest in trying it with his own body, and he doesn't bother to entangle with them. Although these two knights are both elite warriors with excellent skills, their movements are extremely slow in El's eyes, and they can be said to be full of flaws.

Two swords swept over El's head, and he had already crouched down, almost brushing shoulders with them. The knight who missed the first blow had a look of surprise on his face, and he only regarded it as a lucky coincidence, but in fact, it was all in El's calculations. He grasped the axe and slashed horizontally from left to right, and the front hooves of the two horses were suddenly broken.

The two knights screamed in amazement, and they watched as El cut off the horse's hooves with ghostly speed, causing them to involuntarily pounce forward, and with their combat experience, they could have jumped away before the mount fell, but El had already pierced between the two of them, and the axe in his hand slashed left and right, and two blood flowers suddenly burst out on the waists of the two men.

El's speed was so fast that the other knights hadn't finished closing the circle, and when he looked up, he saw that Delaire was about to retreat with his batwings, but before he could run far, his mood suddenly brightened.

Delare's brow furrowed slightly, as a spellcaster, his physical strength was far inferior to that of the martial artist he despised, but this flaw was hardly a problem in the face of demonic characteristics. But even if he can use demonic power to strengthen his body, he doesn't have the corresponding combat experience, and he can't keep up with El's speed at all.

The time left for him was shortening exponentially with every second. While he was still laughing at El's recklessness, the other party had already come to him, leaving him no time to set up. Before he had time to think about it, Delaire let out a loud shout and pressed down with both hands, smashing all the area-of-effect instant curse spells he had mastered.

Pitch-black ripples spread out from his palms, and El's sprinting steps faltered, his legs as if they were in chains. Seeing De Laere's swiftly retreating figure, a sneer appeared on El's face. It seems that this young master regards himself as a warrior who can only fight hand-to-hand, can't he see the dragon tooth bow behind him that is very different from the shape of the same kind?

Trying to distance yourself from a hunter is tantamount to killing yourself.

The ranged curse spell also stopped the Southern Army knights, and the same curse power spread to them, turning almost everyone around them into immobile statues. And El itself is protected by the power of runes, and the counteract of the curse is very obvious.

He backhanded out the Dragon's Tooth Bow and slowly opened the door to Delare's face. Although he already knew that the head was not the devil's thing, but the caster's spell needed to be chanted, El didn't believe that this guy could do anything after blasting half of his face.

The icy chill instantly pricked Delare's nerves, and he immediately realized his miscalculation when he saw El stretch his bow and arrow, but he was not unprepared for the situation in front of him. Delaire quietly crushed a delicate magic talisman on his wrist, and a transparent magic shield immediately appeared beside him. The Protective Arrow stance is basically a means of protection that all casters will inevitably prepare in battle, and this shield of his is faintly black, which must have been added to the ingredients.

As El released the bowstring, Delaire opened his palm at him, and a bloody mouth full of teeth suddenly appeared in his palm, spitting out a black smoke with a fishy smell.

El's arrow shimmered with a faint blue light, piercing a full ten centimeters deep into the protective arrow position, and just as De Lael was just breathing a sigh of relief, a blue phantom flew out of the arrow, following the original predetermined trajectory, unhindered through the protective position, straight through his shoulder!

Looking at the black smoke rushing towards him, El was about to dodge, but just as he was about to roll out on the ground, he suddenly stopped moving, and his tense face relaxed.

A familiar ray of sunlight descended from the sky, enveloping black smoke in it, and two diametrically opposed positive and negative energies were violently entangled in mid-air for a moment before each dissolving into nothing.

"Mr. Delaer, I suppose we can stop fighting now, right?"

A veiled magician girl leads a horse and walks out of the early morning sun. The tip of the staff in her hand emitted a dazzling light, gradually dispelling the cursed aura that hovered around.

"Are you...... Miss Lanstadt?" Delare, clasping his wounded shoulder, looked at the girl who had suddenly appeared in the middle of the two armies. The glow from the girl's hand was warm and warm, but it made him with demonic blood become restrained, like a fish in a quagmire, and lost his freedom.

But because of this, he confirmed the true identity of the girl in front of him. In the remote northern territory of Istalen, there is probably only one girl who can manipulate the light. Although Viscount Chico repeatedly emphasized the mystery of the young girl who was descended from the Timberwolves in charge of the refugees in Eastalen, Viscount Chico repeatedly emphasized in his report on the exiles, but at the time De Laere did not take it seriously.

Until now when they met, after really feeling her power, his face suddenly turned ugly, and he couldn't help but curse in his heart, it was actually a silver rank! Isn't the silver rank in the north as worthless as cabbage?

"Declare a truce, General El and Master Delael, we are not here to fight, and if the Kemal family wants the land of Lille Town, it doesn't matter to them. Tiana walked between the two men, paused and whispered.

"Are the people of House Lanstat qualified to dictate to the land of Isttalon?" El and Tiana looked at each other vaguely, and he immediately lowered his face and shouted angrily.

"It was my remiss to fail to eradicate these maggots before you arrived, Miss Lanstadt. De Lael's eyes flickered, and he fell from mid-air, and smiled at Tiana, "But forgive me for my presumptuousness, until now, I am still a little confused about your position. ”

"If you want to hear the story, we can sit down and have a cup of tea and talk slowly, but the first thing to do now is to stop this senseless war. Tiana looked at De Laere coldly, and said in a resolute tone: "This is not a request, Young Master De Laere, if you insist on going your own way, we will choose to join the battlefield." ”

The girl raised her staff and slammed it on the ground. With a soft sound like an eggshell shattering, the light in the air suddenly distorted.

The distorted light turned into fragments and scattered, and the soldiers of the Southern Army were in an uproar. A heavily armed Istalon army appeared out of thin air less than a hundred meters from their flank, stretching from end to end of the hill, and in terms of size alone, there were by no means less than two thousand in number.

The corners of Delare's mouth twitched violently, and he took a deep breath before lowering his head.

"This is your victory, Miss Lanstadt. (Go to read OM) (Jiangsu Net)