The wind is as cold as a knife.

The moon loomed in the dark clouds of the night sky, and two giant eagles flew in the chaotic air current.

Unlike Allegri, an inexperienced fellow, Illo hugged Ofkir as soon as he got on the bird, and he couldn't stand still as he let it jolt up and down.

But Overkill's expression wasn't so good, and he couldn't figure out a question. Why is it that between an old man and a pure elven girl, Illo resolutely chooses himself? Could it be that he has that kind of tendency?

This speculation gave him a chill, and he subconsciously shook his body, and Illo hugged him so tightly that he couldn't breathe a little.

"It's really heart-warming to look down like this......" Illo's voice of admiration came from behind him.

"yes...... "Overkill" Ofkillr hesitated for a moment, and finally asked, "the ...... Illo, why did you choose my dragon eagle? Allegri and I still have something to discuss. ”

"This ......," Illo was stunned for a moment, and laughed hurriedly, "it's because I admire the Speaker—"

"Poof...... Offkill's mouthful of old blood almost spurted out, admiring himself? Why does this sentence become stranger the more he listens? Could it be that his reputation for a lifetime will not be ruined here.

"What's wrong with you, Speaker?" Illo asked with quick concern.

"It's okay, it's okay," Offkille waved his hand repeatedly, hurriedly changing the subject, and pointed to the side, "Huh? I'm not mistaken, why did Allegri almost fall off the dragon eagle just now?"

"Really?" Illo's vision was even better than that of Overkill, and he looked at the dragon eagle in the distance, an inexplicable smile appeared on his face, "But it doesn't seem to be a good thing. ”

"Yes...... Overkill, too, saw the situation on the dragon eagle and nodded with satisfaction. Somewhat abruptly. He glanced sideways at the exact same smile on Illo's face, "Illo, do you want the two of them to ride together...... Then ......"

"Ah, so you think so, my lord?" said Illo, who had been working tirelessly with Allegri and Evelola, even at the cost of his life's experience.

"You think so too?" said Overkill, more than just let out a sigh. "Now it seems that I am really a little short-sighted, I have time to discuss with Allegri, but this kind of opportunity is really rare." ”

"It's good that your lord understands," Illo chuckled, "but I also want to ask your lordship, what happened between them while I was unconscious, and why did they look so embarrassed when they met?"

"What the hell is this......" a wry smile appeared on Overkill's face. Told him exactly what had happened in the Spring Square, and finally concluded, "So, for the sake of her mother and the stability of the so-called elven kingdom, she put a knife on your neck, trying to threaten Allegri to wake up the ancient tree......"

"What?" Illo looked dumbfounded, and subconsciously touched his neck. It took him a long time before he let out a sigh of relief, but he didn't expect that he was in a coma. I almost couldn't wake up from a long sleep.

"But speaking of which...... The scene was still a little different......" Overkill suddenly lowered his voice, looking mysterious. "Eve's knife was actually a little sideways at the time, not on the same level as your neck at all. Allegri certainly couldn't see it from that angle, but my magic enveloped the whole square, and I knew it all right. ”

"What?" Illo was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly asked, "Didn't the others see it either?"

"That chaotic situation. How could anyone else pay attention to such details," Overkille explained in a low voice, "and, before anyone else found out, I had already taken the opportunity to get you there...... You want to. If it weren't for the fact that the knife was so far away from you, how could I have rescued you so easily?, but now, I'm afraid I'm afraid it's just me and Eve who know what was going on. The old magician sighed, "With Eve's temperament...... Even if she deliberately avoided your point, she already had the idea of threatening Allegri with you, and she would definitely not explain it. And I, of course, didn't say anything to Allegri......"

"This ...... Although I want to thank you for saving me quickly," Illo was dumbfounded, "But, my lord, you're too bad, aren't you?"

"No way, they and I were still ......enemies at the time," Ofkir smiled bitterly, "Now that the situation has changed to the way it is now, I want to explain it again, and Allegri probably won't believe it." ”

"Definitely......" Illo suggested thoughtfully, "but, my lord, we have to figure out what to do, right?"

"I've thought of a lot of methods...... "Overkill" sighed, with an unteachable expression, "but Allegri really doesn't know anything about pickling girls, and I've taught him so much that it's useless." ”

"Pickle girl's experience?" Illo suddenly came to his senses, and his neck stood up like a chicken's blood, "Could it be that Lord Fei also has experience in this area?"

"What are you doing with the word 'again'?" Overkill's eyes lit up as he pondered his words.

The two of them looked at each other, and suddenly laughed at the same time.

The moon is bright, the wind is long, the like-minded is happy, fast and fast.

Outside the river valley, the big tent of the New Army of Light.

"Do you have any opinions?" asked Innedir, grim-faced.

Looking at the dazed faces of the generals around him, he shook his head and stopped, waved his hand impatiently and hummed, "It's useless, go out!"

When the group of stupid subordinates had walked out, he slowly walked to the stone statue, took a deep breath and calmed down.

"Mentor, you know what Sylvie has done, right?"

"I heard it just now," the silent "Stone Pope" slowly opened his eyes and whispered, "What are you going to do?

"Reinforcements?" Innedir shook his head with a deep groan, his face becoming more and more resolute, "No, the road is too long, and I still need to meet the soldiers of the Qingjingling defense line, and it will not take a little bit of time." Even if I withdraw my troops immediately now, and go to the stars and nights, it will not be possible to go into battle before Silves attacks the holy city of Ranken. And at that time, I don't know how much of the combat effectiveness of my soldiers remained...... Since the defeat cannot be reversed, why not completely solve the big trouble in the rear before this?"

His face gradually turned hideous, "I didn't expect it, I didn't expect Silves to dare to completely betray the church and collude with the Bone Council and the Demon Legion to attack us...... The Holy See must launch a joint operation of the Holy Alliance, and this is a long process. ”

"Your analysis is very correct, this kind of large-scale counterattack is not a matter of one or two days," the "Stone Pope" nodded in agreement, "Moreover, the other party should not last long, right?"

"With my deliberate control of the casualty ratio, the opponent's defense line is on the verge of collapse," Innedir said in a deep voice, "and if I attack with all my might, I will be able to completely break through this porous line before noon." ”

"Need my help?" the Stone Pope asked, after a moment's thought.

"No, Master Mentor, and have the strength to gather strength," Innedir glanced at the statue gratefully, no matter what, no matter when, it will always be the profound and powerful Mentor who stands behind him silently, "I will attack again, even if there are a few remnants left on the other side this time, it will not be enough to maintain the entire defensive line...... Without their interference, we can use the most powerful light power at noon to join forces to suppress the power of the magic tower and directly destroy the 'path of the light seeker'!"

"Okay, then noon. The Stone Pope nodded and slowly closed his eyes.

"Now, then, at last, someone can let me vent my anger......" The chaplaincy should have recovered, Innedil snorted and strode out.

"All, get ready to fight!"

The dawn is getting white.

The second wave of the enemy's attack had been going on for three hours, but this time there was no sign of abating. The attacking Holy See soldiers no longer had the holy divine light or the shield that emitted a faint white light, but they were still not afraid of death, and they charged up one after another.

Some of the earthen walls, which could not withstand the attack, had collapsed piece by piece, and it seemed that the defense line had been breached, and it was only a matter of time.

"Hold on! Hold on!" Dios shouted angrily, the sword in his hand slashing with unparalleled force. Ever since he cultivated the aura of the "Purgatory Barrier", his once dignified martial arts style has become violent. The defense is still watertight, the attack is clumsy and concise, but the explosiveness and aggression of that moment are greatly enhanced.

Several warriors on the other side had already rushed to the city wall, but they were forced away by his sword. One of the guys who looked like a general believed that he was strong, and the big sword in his hand slashed head-on. With a sonorous collision, he screamed and flew away, the weapon in his hand was broken into several pieces, and the armor on his chest was also taken away, and blood was splashed like ink.

Dios took a deep breath and unleashed his sword, and in just a few moments, all the enemies who attacked him were killed on the spot. The other party's onslaught without the assistance of the priest was indeed a bit unexpected for him, regardless of casualties. Seeing that the defense line was in crisis, and the Anlan soldiers at the front had already suffered less than half of the casualties, he could only wave his hand vigorously and shouted,

"Reserves! All the reserves are on top!"

"Deputy Commander, you're running out of arrows!" shouted the commander of the Bow Battalion from the nearby watchtower.

"Give up the suppression, they don't have a shield anymore, aim and shoot!" Dios commanded in a hoarse voice, "Withstand this wave!"

The sparse arrows and stones became dense again, and the Papal army retreated in an agitation. As soon as Dios breathed a sigh of relief, he saw that they had just taken a few dozen steps back, regrouped their formation, and then roared and charged up again!

"Damn, don't you want to die?" Dios cursed secretly.

"Hold on!" he swung his sword and met him again. (To be continued......)

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