The fire is rushing.

The towering Violet Tower, which supplied Allegri with a steady stream of magical power, stretched his hands forward, maintaining a spell-casting posture to control the form of the flame tornado.

The fire genre is probably the most common and powerful spell on the battlefield. The flames swept through, and the frightened horses went on a rampage, tossing the knights on their backs aside, and their clothes began to burn, and a burning pain followed. For a time, the narrow valley was full of rolling knights, wounded horses, and terrible screams.

The flames rolled through hundreds of meters away. Within this range, the flames soared into the sky, the smoke and dust filled the air, and the resulting "Flame Tornado" erupted with terrifying lethality, like a purgatory on earth, reflecting the clouds in the sky.

At the same time, the second group of cavalry units of the rebels was also rushing in. They numbered about 8,000 men and were led by Lucas, the deputy commander of the Eighth Legion, and because of the rear, neither legion had a heavy knight formation, but mainly archers and light cavalry.

Unlike the first batch of elite warriors with horses, this army was uneven and scattered. They rode in a long queue, and the situation did not change in the slightest, even though Lucas repeatedly affirmed military discipline.

"Forget it. The old general shook his head, if these guys were really outstanding, they wouldn't have been sent to the Green River Valley. He shouted and ordered the cavalry to hurry up. After Conter's sneak attack, they must rush to the battlefield to meet the first troops and expand their success.

There were still the last three miles to go from the small town in the river valley, and the soldiers next to him suddenly exclaimed in surprise and pointed to the northern sky in a panic. Lucas glanced up and saw fireworks rising in front of him, and he couldn't help but be shocked. He subconsciously spurred his horse. Turning the last corner, I saw from afar, a whirlwind of flames more than ten meters high swirling back and forth between the mountain paths.

A few soldiers who had narrowly escaped stumbled towards this side, seeing friendly troops in front of them. Hurriedly reminded, "Quick, run! There is an ambush!"

"Withdraw!" Lucas immediately ordered. However, on both sides of this road, there were rocky slopes, and the cavalry could not turn around, and the vanguard troops hurriedly turned back, and the troops in the rear did not know where to go, and still wanted to continue to advance. So thousands of people huddled together. There was a commotion everywhere.

"Get out of here!" Lucas flicked his whip over his head and face, trying to drive a way out. Since the other party has set up an ambush, maybe there is some kind of retreat, if you don't escape at this time, there will be no chance later.

As he was thinking, a sharp whistling suddenly sounded in the air.

This is the arrow of the "long shot in blue"? Lucas shuddered. Hurriedly turned over and dismounted, and drilled under the horse's belly. But the other soldiers didn't have such good luck. Before they could react, one after another elongated feather arrows swept across the sky, and the blue-clothed archers were not in vain, almost every arrow could harvest a life.

The second round of arrow rain that followed did not have this kind of accuracy. The battalion of the mercenary archers who stayed in the river valley bent their bows and arrows one after another, and their rate of fire was a few points faster than that of the "Blue Cloth Long Shot", but the damage they could cause was far less than that of these elite archers.

"Raise your shield. Dismount!" Lucas hid under his horse, and four or five of his own soldiers surrounded him and protected him in the center. He gave orders in succession, ordering the soldiers to defend in groups. The soldiers huddled together, on the contrary, reaped the benefits by leaning close together and raising their round shields to fend off the arrows that fell from both sides.

Seeing that his casualties had been greatly reduced, Lucas nodded slightly, frowning and thinking about a counterattack. As far as he knew, there were not many defenders in the valley, and he only needed to withstand a few rounds of arrows, and after the enemy archers' arm strength had weakened, he could organize a wave of charges to regain the initiative on the battlefield.

Sure enough, after half an hour, the falling arrows gradually thinned out. Lucas secretly estimated for a moment, and felt that the time had come, so he raised his arms and shouted, "If this continues, everyone will have to die, raise their shields and charge, and kill them!"

Knowing that he was right, the rebel soldiers mustered up their courage and rushed to both sides with a roar.

But they had just climbed the hill when they heard a rumbling sound. At the top of the slope, a row of large men stood up, holding heavy logs and rolling stones in their hands, and threw them down with all their might.

These ogres from the Stone Tooth tribe, all of them with infinite strength and hundreds of pounds of log boulders, rolled down the hillside at a rapid pace, and some of them even crossed an arc and were thrown directly into the crowd.

The rebel soldiers did not hesitate, turned around and ran. Charging hard is no different from sending them to death, not to mention, even if they rush forward nine times to the death, they are not facing archers, but ogres two or three meters high, and there is no chance of winning at all.

What can I do, Lucas looked anxious, but there was nothing he could do. The rolling wood and stones that followed the trend hit the soldiers and horses, and the hands and feet were broken and the flesh and blood were blurred. The soldiers threw their corpses behind and retreated in fear, huddled in the middle of the road, hoping that the corpses of their comrades and horses would slow down the rolling of wood and stone.

Unable to return to the sky, Lucas hung his head helplessly, hiding in the core of the queue, his life was not in danger for the time being. But if you want to sneak away, it's not that easy.

"So, what is that?" a frightened lieutenant suddenly shouted. Lucas turned his head to look, and saw a human being, old and young, dressed in various robes, flashing behind the ogre on the hillside.

"Yes...... Enchanter. Lucas muttered, and he shrank back, quietly activating his protective energy.

In the next moment, a variety of spells rained down, crimson fireballs shot out, pale cyan wind blades rotated and slashed, and blue-white lightning flashed in a row......

The joint performance of hundreds of magicians announced the complete destruction of the second rebel army.

In the midst of the fire, there was a loud shout.

In the spells of war, there is a universally applicable law of escape. Get as close as possible to the caster, which is often the safest area.

In order to ensure the safety of Dargnan and the others, Allegri lays mana with a directional "earthfire rush" before detonating the "Flame Tornado". The group of guard knights only took a dozen steps back before successfully avoiding the spell range.

But Conterra survived because of this. There was a blue-black aura around him. Stumbling out of the flames, the fuchsia face turned charred black, and the beard and hair were burned. The metal sword melted and twisted, and he had to throw it aside, but his palm was already burned, and the burning pain kept coming.

Contra exhaled a few breaths of cloudy air. The fury in his chest almost exploded. He didn't take his weapon, he clenched his fists and rushed towards Allegri, hoping to kill him with a single fist.

Allegri let out a low sigh and withdrew his control of the spell. After the "Flame Tornado" is formed, it will not dissipate for a short time, and the raging aftermath is enough to destroy the remnants of the rebels.

The magic power in his body was exhausted, and Allegri was covered in a body without half of his strength. He raised his hand. wanted to cast a spell to drag the other party, but the dried sea of souls did not respond.

"How dare you calculate!" Contra scolded, approaching like a brute bull. He raised his fist, gathered his strength, and was about to swing it out, when the vest suddenly felt cold.

"Stop or die. A cold voice came. Dargnan emerged from the smoke and pointed his finger at Contra's back. A cold light flickered at his fingertips. A pale blue ice blade more than half a foot long poked out.

Contra is also an experienced martial artist, this is the first time in his life that he has been restrained, but before that, he did not notice any signs.

Is it true that I am too old to be useful?

I don't know why. A sense of sadness welled up in Contra's heart. When his elite perished in the flames, his time was over. From the moment he decided to defect, the old general knew that he had embarked on a path of no return.

Success is a joy for all, and failure is a catastrophe. And die here. It's better than being beheaded in public, it's much more decent.

Then, before you die, you must always pull a cushion on your back.

Contra thought so, and his slowly lowered fist was raised again, the muscles in his arm contracted, and his energy gathered.

"Dare you!" Dargnon realized that he had made a mistake. He originally wanted to capture the other party alive, so he didn't kill the killer, but he ignored that the other party had already had the intention of dying.

The threat of death will not have any effect, and Contras laughed miserably and threw a heavy punch.

Dar Gnion screamed, and the ice blade stabbed into Contra's vest, and the blood gushed out as soon as it oozed out and was condensed by the cold. At the same time, he summoned his qi, and a blue light appeared on his fair face, and all the qi in his body gushed out, and then burst open at his fingertips, forming a cloud of pale blue mist, enveloping Contra in it.

Contrera's form froze, and Allegri tried to dodge, but his fist finally swung out, slamming into his right chest.

Allegri snorted, threw up his head and spurted out a mouthful of blood, slumping sideways to the ground.

Dargnon induced vomiting vigorously, piercing the ice blade of Contra's vest, the tip of which was like a flower blooming, and three branches poked out. Then, with a twist of his fingers, the blade rotated, twisting the opponent's internal organs into pieces.

The fog lifted, and Contra fell to his knees, covered in a pale layer of hoarfrost. He turned his head with difficulty, as if to see who he had died at, but halfway through, he fell to the ground with a bang, his neck still in a twisted state.

"Teacher, teacher?" Dargnon stepped forward and helped Allegri to his feet, a rare look of panic on his normally calm face.

Norman City, Royal Palace.

"Your Royal Highness, are you looking for me?" Mordschic bowed, he had just put down the rebellion, he was busy, but Katherina sent a golden-robed guard to summon him, and he had to come.

"Throne," said the imposing-eyed Catherina, dressed in an expensive rose-colored gown, glancing at Modescic, and waving her hand to order, "all of you go out." ”

The guards and maids bowed down to receive the order, and the middle-aged female officer led by them hesitated for a moment, and did not dare to say anything. Although it is not in line with the law for the queen to be alone with the male courtiers, the rebels have invaded the palace, and it is normal for His Highness to want to inquire about one or two.

Mordschic sat on the edge of the soft chair, looking like she was on her back. He lowered his gaze and measured his toes, not daring to offend in the slightest.

"Well, you're his cronie, you don't have to act like this," Catherina's tone seemed to be mixed with a little dissatisfaction, "I'll ask a few questions, and you must answer them truthfully." ”

"Yes, Your Highness. Mordschic glanced at him secretly, and he knew that the "he" in the other person's mouth was referring to King Nacini.

"The House of Elders rebelled, the palace almost fell, you led the army to quell the rebellion, it is really meritorious......" Kathrina first said a few words that were not salty and not light, and then asked abruptly, "However, you should have been back from the front line for a while, right?"

"Yes, it's been a few days. Modescic replied respectfully.

"I don't know," Catherina said flatly, and continued, "that he sent you back?"

"It was the king's arrangement. Mordschic replied cautiously that he would not say a word that should not be said.

"So, he already knows about the rebellion, and has sent you back to Norman to preside over the situation," Catherina said slowly, "otherwise you wouldn't have been able to destroy the rebels so quickly." ”

"It's not about extermination, there are still remnants of rebels all over the city," Mordschic deliberately diverted the topic, "I plan to seal off the city gates and search for rebels from block to block, hoping that Your Highness will agree." ”

"With your order, it's enough, I'm just a woman in the harem, how can I interfere in politics by myself?" Catherina's tone suddenly became sharp, "But I want to ask, do you know that the rebels have broken through the outer walls of the palace, and if it weren't for the desperate resistance of the golden-robed guards, I would have been reduced to a prisoner?"

"This is the fault of Wei Chen, and His Royal Highness Wanwang forgives his sins. Modesic's eyes flashed, and he hurriedly got up and left his seat, knelt on one knee, and took the initiative to plead guilty.

"So, in his arrangement, he completely neglected my storage?" Catherina was stunned for a moment and muttered, "The wise and martial Lion King, doesn't he care about his wife's safety at all?"

"No, no, it was Wei Chen's negligence, I didn't expect the rebels to prepare siege equipment...... "Modescic explained repeatedly, taking the responsibility entirely on himself.

However, in fact, King Nacini did not give him an explanation, and he had to inform or transfer Kathrina in advance.

"Forget it, don't say it again. Catherina interrupted him impatiently, this once heroic tiger girl, now her eyebrows were full of loneliness and resentment.

Thanks to Cattroman's efforts, she managed to squeeze out Althea and become Snowdon's queen. But what did she get? a bad wedding, a marriage that existed in name only, and King Nacini's polite but cold attitude.

The Lion King, who fought in the south and the north, rarely stayed with him even when he returned to the palace, no wonder it was rumored that the king spent much more time with Modesecic than with the queen. Moreover, after such a long marriage, they don't even have an heir.

Kathrina once thought that happiness was to marry a great hero who stood up to the sky, but now, she misses the mountains and fields of Tiebi Pass very much.

... (To be continued......)

PS: (4000 words.) ）