Dozens of miles north of the city of Ranken, Mount Pius.

In ancient magic, "Pius" means "Stone of the Moon", and the bare mountains of this boulder were the commanding heights of the nearby area and the main source of stone for Ranken's founding.

"Allegri, hurry up," Illo reminded after a sudden pause, "I can faintly hear the drums of war, the war should have begun." ”

The two were struggling to climb through the valley of Mount Pius, exhausted and panting.

"Really?" Allegri wondered, wiping his sweat, "why didn't I hear anything?"

"Elven hearing," Illo's long pointed ears trembled proudly, "and an ordinary human like you can't hear it. ”

"Come, I'll take a look......" Allegri reached out to touch his ear, but was cleverly dodged by the half-elf.

"You can't just touch it," Illo shook his head, "especially the female elf, if you can touch her ears, then she's yours." ”

"Oh, I really don't know what to say," Allegri wondered, "does the elf's hearing really have anything to do with the shape of the ears?"

"I don't know," Illo tilted his head and frowned, "Oh no, I can hear the shouts of killing, hurry up." ”

Allegri nodded, and the two of them hurried up to the Pius Pass.

Amazed.

Right in front of their eyes, the wonders of the world unfolded like a magnificent scroll.

The majestic Holy City of Rankine sits atop a vast plain, which in itself is a sight to behold. On weekdays, the place where they stood was crowded with tourists, and many believers even made a special trip to Pius Hill to get a panoramic view of Lanken.

But the most striking thing at this time is not Ranken.

Just above the city, at a height of 100 meters, a thick layer of dark clouds rolled endlessly. Pressed down like a cloak of shadows. The soldiers of the three legions poured up like a tide, slapping against the rock-solid walls of Ranken, and then retreated helplessly, stirring up a bloody tide.

The drums thundered and the trumpets roared.

"This is war...... muttered Allegri, the first time he had seen a war from this perspective. And it's the kind of tragic battlefield that hundreds of thousands of people threw themselves into.

"This battle ...... It should have been a while," Illo replied, discerning the details of the battlefield, "there have been heavy casualties on both sides, but there is no sign of Rankine being breached. ”

"That's fine," Allegri nodded, "we're going to take advantage of the chaos of the city, so timing is very important." It's a good position, just enough to observe the whole battle—"

"That's true......" A voice of approval came from the air, and the voice was low with a buzzing echo.

Illo was stunned for a moment, and instantly stepped forward, the longbow flipped and the feather arrows were on the string, and the golden energy was already firmly aimed at the source of the sound.

In the gloomy sky, a fire-eyed crow is circling and soaring.

"Long time no see, Allegri. "In the midst of the sparks, the crow transforms into a miniature two-headed dragon. Swooping down with his black-red wings, all four eyes looked at Illo at the same time, "Young man, lay down your weapons, we've met before." ”

"Lord Amosich. Allegri and Illo breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, bowing slightly.

Since the "Iron Gate" was opened. The Demon Legion invaded, and they have been entrenched in the Necromantic Wilderness, and have not directly invaded the continent as usual. As a result, Allegri rarely hears from them either. In addition, he has a kind of resistance in his heart for no reason, and he doesn't want to have anything to do with the demon army anymore. There is not much cooperation between the two sides.

Herseus had sent a few messages, but there were too few human envoys who dared to enter the Necronomicon Wilderness and set foot in the Demon City, and Amosic needed to sit on the portal and not get out without permission, so the connection slowly became thin.

"How did you get here?" Amosic subconsciously glanced behind them, "Could it be that you will still support the Church of Light?"

"How is that possible?" Allegri laughed, "It's just the two of us, and we have something to do to get into Lancoln City while we're in trouble, what about you?"

"That's good," Amosic said with a smile that seemed relieved, "I'm the leader of this demon legion, uniting with Silves and the Council of Bones to attack Ranken. ”

"I thought you were still guarding the portal," Allegri asked, "However, the battle between the two sides is in full swing on the battlefield, how did you get here as the Grand Commander?" No wonder he wondered, the battlefield was still twenty miles away, and even the base camp of the Demon Legion was more than ten miles away.

"You don't know the demons so well, they stupid guys only understand two orders on the battlefield," Amosic chuckled under his breath, "Attack or retreat, so I've been watching the battle from the battlefield and happened to see you...... And it's not time for me to play. ”

"This is ......," Allegri considered as he surveyed the pass, "how do I feel that your old man's visit to this place is more like preparing a way out?"

Amosic smiled embarrassedly, but he was quite relieved of Allegri, so he said frankly, "You are right, the moment I broke through Rankin City, I was ready to withdraw my troops directly, of course, I have to find a way to retreat now, and this is precisely the main way to retreat north, so ......"

"Oh?" Allegri was stunned, "your legion doesn't have any idea of Ranken?"

"Rankine is too far away from the portal to be in our minds, and I'm going to go to San Setstian's side to develop a strong force," Amosic shook his head, "Now that the 'Council of Bones' and Silves want to occupy this place, I'll let them fight for it." ”

"Sitting on the mountain and watching the tiger fight, you old dragon," Allegri was slightly stunned and couldn't help laughing, "And you actually cooperated with them, I didn't expect it at all." ”

"It's hard to put into words," Amosic actually sighed, turned around, "by the way, what about Herseus, didn't he come with you?"

"Teacher, he ......," Allegri and Illo's faces darkened.

After listening to Allegri's account, Amosic was stunned for a long time, and seemed to be a little incredulous, and said continuously, "How is it possible? Herseus ...... How could something happen?"

Allegri bowed his head, unable to utter a word.

Amosic stared at them, and after a moment seemed to fully confirm this, he sighed again, "Seems to be true...... But ......"

"But?" Allegri asked, "but what?"

"Nothing," Amosic shook his head as if he didn't want to say something, "Forget it, there's nothing more to say......"

"By the way, you said you wanted to take advantage of the chaos to go to the city?" Amosic asked, turning his head after a moment.

"Yes. Allegri nodded.

"This is my breath, it will last for about three days, the legionnaires will not attack you when they see it, you can take the opportunity to sneak into the city. Amosic thought for a moment and explained, and two thin wisps of black-red flames spit out from the two dragons' heads, twisting and attaching to the palms of the two of them, and a slight burning sensation came, leaving the marks of a two-headed dragon.

"It's much more convenient to have this," Allegri laughed, "and the Legion is on the northern side of the line, right?"

"Yes......" Amosic replied casually, looking at the battlefield in the distance, as if waiting for something.

At this moment, the dark clouds in the sky suddenly surged, and in the rumbling sound, it seemed that some terrifying beast wanted to break free from it.

"It's time, Allegri, goodbye, watch out yourselves," Amosic said in a low voice,

"Now, it's my turn......"

Dark clouds surge and rumble.

Almost all the necromancers stood on their own white bone altar, constantly urging the power of the "Death Cloak" in the sky. For the time being, the Necromantic Legion had no one to command, so they could only rush forward in a hurry. And the demon legion on the northern front doesn't seem to follow any military law formation at all, just roaring and screaming to kill and die.

On the two fronts, the north and west, the two sides were in a mess. The only difference is that the necromancers and demons no longer seem to care about casualties, preferring to exchange ten for one while maintaining the pressure on the walls of the city. The soldiers of the New Army of Light shouted desperately to drive the enemy off the wall again and again, but had to watch as the other party charged up again. Innedir had to devote some of his attention, and the Holy Light surged to support and keep the two lines of defense intact.

But even more tricky is the Eastern Front.

The soldiers of the Judgment Crusaders were originally the elite of the army, experienced in attack and defense, and their individual combat effectiveness was not far behind the soldiers of the new army under the blessing of the priest.

But Inedil's gaze has been chasing a figure shrouded in shadows,

Silves, for the first time, was engaged in frontal combat. He carried a shadow and swept through the city like the wind, and the twin blades of the "Demon Hunter" spewed out a long sword light, harvesting the lives of the enemy. He specially selected middle- and upper-level officers to attack, and even relied on his strong strength to directly raid the presiding priest in the Divine Magic Tower, almost stirring up the entire defense line with the power of one person.

Innedil gritted his teeth secretly, the scepter in his hand was raised high, and the crystal clear "Holy Spirit Eye" also became cloudy.

The nearby Divine Magic Tower suddenly stirred up a tide of holy light, and countless light edges flew towards Silves, relying on the advantage of geographical advantages, he was sure to directly suppress the other party.

But at this moment, when he divided his strength to suppress Silves, hundreds of necromancers on the White Bone Altar suddenly began to chant loudly at the same time.

The clouds in mid-air suddenly shrank inward, and countless black spots could be seen slowly condensing, as if it was about to rain.

And in the northern sky, a two-headed demon dragon was flying rapidly, accompanied by a low roar, and with each flap of its wings, its size would swell in a circle.

The holy light is like a tide, the drums and horns are agitated, the yellow spring is raining, and the demon dragon is roaring! (To be continued......

PS: (double change)