The cardinal straightened up the crumpled priest's robes, looked at Feruman in despair, and smiled wryly: "Let's buy some more time for the children in the back to escape." ”

Countless elves, who had already reached adulthood, had silently stood in front of the city wall, with the determination to die, to form a long and boundless line of defense, buying time for the young men and children behind to escape.

Cell, who beckoned to the men of the Ares Combat Academy, stood between them, the tall treant warrior seemingly looking down at the dwarf human swordsman before touching his head with a twig.

Feruman closed his eyes in pain and glanced back at Nanta City again.

In the past, the most beautiful and peaceful South Tower City, like a huge tower city embedded in the south of the entire continent like an emerald green pearl, after today, there will be no light dance steps of the elves, and no longer hear the beautiful strings of the harp......

In a trance, the seriously injured Feruman seemed to hear the sound of music again.

Yes, the elves are such an elegant and romantic race that even when the shadow of death looms, there should be beautiful music to say goodbye to everyone.

Woo——!

——!

Speaker ——!

Wrong.

How could the sound of a harp be so harsh and unpleasant? And every note seems to be broken, and it's not in tune at all!

What elf would be so unmusically gifted?!

Feruman frowned, slowly raising his eyes to find the location of the music.

The next moment, he and those elves all saw a scene that they could not forget in this life.

……

In the dark night, the torrential rain was like a net, and in the midst of the howling of the wind and beasts, several white-clothed figures seemed to be galloping in the wind, volleying the sword.

They are like a huge snow-colored sword, slashing the long night into white!

At the head was a handsome woman with thick eyebrows and big eyes, her toes tapping on her sword, and holding a strange weapon in her hand.

Before anyone arrives, the sound comes first.

"Heavenly Sword Sect disciples listen to orders-"

"Forge the sword formation, slay the demon!"

Behind her, seven Heavenly Sword Sect cultivators responded clearly: "Yes, Senior Sister!" ”

Then, seven sword qi of different attributes gradually rose on the heavenly dome, either as sharp as a golden stone, or like a flame that burned everything, or like a tide......

The seven sword qi were staggered, and each time one of them converged, the aura climbed up by one section.

Finally, an invisible greatsword hung high above the heads of the seven.

The seven sword cultivators raised their wrists lightly, and the seven different long swords pointed in the same direction.

Someone shouted: "Slay the demon!" ”

Someone cleared: "Slay the demon!" ”

In the end, the giant sword descended like a god and slashed at the nearest Saint-level demonic beast!

“……”

Some people also picked up the delicate suona in their hands, took a deep breath, mobilized the spiritual power of their whole body, and played a song that resounded through the sky!

Although the music is out of tune, anyone who hears the music is pale.

The vocal music is like a landslide and the ground cracking, and it is like a sword strike, and in a trance, there is another murderous breaking sound.

Whether it's a rainstorm or a wind, or a monster roaring, it's all turned into background music under this shattered sound at this moment.

Huang Moyin lowered his eyes, playing a song of joy, but his face was as cold as ice.

Her spiritual power was hidden in every sound wave vibration, spreading to the top of all the demonic beasts in front of her, and those demonic beasts that pounced on her were often just a photo, and they were shattered in their hearts, and their mouths and noses were bleeding and they convulsed and fell to the ground!

The music grew faster and sharper.

The monster is like a wave, and the music is like an endless wave, and the two face each other, and they can't tell the difference for a while.

"Who are they?"

The cardinal looked at the group of black-haired and black-eyed young men in astonishment, at first he thought that these people were all necromancer's reinforcements, but it seemed to be the opposite of his own conjecture?

"They are the teachers of the Heavenly Sword Sect, and they are here to support us!" Cell's eyes burned and his heart was ecstatic.

Although he hadn't seen these people, he recognized the Heavenly Sword Sect's iconic simple white shirts, as well as those longswords with novel shapes.

"Supporting us?" Ferumman's face shone in despair again.

In the distance, instead of leaving, the young elves who should have fled were running towards the city wall, and the magic power that was not so strong gathered stronger and stronger.

The Knight of Light, who reported the news, also returned, with a complicated expression: "I obviously let them go......"

Feruman sighed and took a step forward with his wand in hand, his old voice carrying an indomitable determination to die.

"Boys, counterattack!"

"Let them know the power of the elves!"

The elven elder gasped and struck another beast with his wand to kill another beast that wanted to pounce.

The counteroffensive war has been completely launched.

A mouthful of blood overflowed from the corner of Huang Moyin's mouth, meandering down the suona, but she didn't take half a step back.

At that moment, a gentle light fell on her.

The cardinal threw an advanced healing technique at Huang Moyin, and then looked away from her hair and eyes a little uncomfortably, and turned his head to continue chanting group healing.

The addition of this group of sword cultivators of the Heavenly Sword Sect seemed to have dropped a piece of driftwood for the people of Nanta City, who were about to be overwhelmed by despair.

Although the driftwood was not too strong, and although it was likely to sink to the bottom of the sea in the end, they still grabbed the driftwood desperately and struggled with their last strength.

What if?

What if it really stays?

……

No. 2, who originally wanted to stay and admire the four Saint-level Demonic Beasts breaking the city, suddenly changed his face.

A terrifying sword......

Piercing sonic attack......

Seeing the reinforcements that had never seen before, and the Nanta City team that counterattacked the Warcraft army as if they were not fatal, No. 2 decisively chose to retreat.

Boom ——!

The cold magic element blasted like a cannonball towards Hanks and the others, who were already holding on, and they were once again sent flying, but this time, they were never able to get up again.

The next moment, the dense army of demonic beasts under the command of No. 2 pounced on them, completely submerging their figures, and almost instantly, those dark blood stains were washed by the rain and flowed here.

There was no expression on Fishelton's face anymore.

He glanced back.

The fire in the distance burned more and more vigorously, and under the fierce attack of Sip, the attack of the demonic beast was cut open, and countless elves were rushing towards this side along the opening.

Sipuna, who was the leader, swung his long knife and rushed to the forefront, and vaguely, the sky-high fire seemed to be about to burn this side.

Fekirdo's eyes, which had been dimmed for a long time, finally lit up again with a long-lost light.

He also raised the long knife in his hand.

As Second slammed back, Feckelton lunged forward, his left hand gripped the latter's leg, and his five fingers gradually strained into the necromancer's leg flesh.

At the same time, his right hand holding the knife stabbed down hard.

The earth-based magic element suddenly exploded!

Ultra-high-level magic - [Petrified Armor]

The stirring earth-based magical elements began to spread outward from the wet soil, and the originally soft soil gradually became hard, and the mud mixed with the blood of teammates became indestructible hard stones, and little by little extended to Feckelton's sword, hands, shoulders......

Everything that is petrified seems to have become a part of the earth and can no longer be moved. The hand that grabbed the necromancer's body also became an unbreakable shackle.

It was supposed to be the strongest defensive magic used by earth-based magic warriors to save their lives, but at this moment, it became a trick for him to die.

"Maniac!"

Enraged by the pressure from his legs, Two tried to back away as he unleashed one smashing spell after another at Wickleton's left hand.

Click——!

Boom ——!

The sound of bones shattering continued, and cobweb-like cracks appeared in the petrified armor on Feckelton's hand, which quickly grew larger.

The rubble fell down with a clatter, peeling off to reveal the original appearance of the arm, but it was already a large blur of broken flesh and bones, and at this moment, like a dead snake that had been stripped of its bones, it restrained the necromancer in a twisted position.

Sensing that Feckelton's hand had been completely shattered, the necromancer prepared to pull his leg out.

The next moment, however, Feckelton pounced with all his might.

He opened his mouth wide and bit the other man's leg hard.

"Maniac!" The necromancer's original indifferent and strategic appearance was finally shattered.

He gritted his teeth and blasted out one smashing spell after another, but the sharp pain and restraint in his legs grew heavier and heavier.

"Wickleton! Would you rather die here than become a truly strong man to save the outcasts! ”

"Do you just want to be a lackey of Sipna!"

"You are one of the few warriors among the vagrants! Can't you see that Tower City has abandoned them! ”

"Don't you want to fulfill the dream of the homeless people and trample the tower people and the church who look down on you under your feet?!"

Feckelton's vision was getting blurred.

The rain hit his face, it should have been cold, but in a trance, it seemed to become hot again.

It's like tears.

Tears......

Feckelton remembers the temperature of those tears.