The clouds are like fire, and the scorching sun is slanting in the west.

The banners hunted, and the armies of both sides were intertwined with their teeth and entangled, and the blood splashed gradually soaked the dry ground.

This method of engagement is not too advantageous for the pure knight troops under the command of Dios, the light knight troops are more suitable for long-distance running and peripheral harassment, and the short charge of the heavy knights can bring a devastating impact to the enemy, and the "chiseling" battle is what they are best at.

It's not that he doesn't want to, but the formation laid by the other party's commander is layered, dense and tenacious, even the most elite "Golden Hibiscus" knights can't break through in one fell swoop, and can only fall into a difficult battle, which is a special formation for dealing with heavy knights.

Dios sighed slightly, the other party was obviously prepared. The troops led by him are the sharp knives of the offensive formation discharged by Nacini, and they are responsible for breaking through the opponent's defense in one fell swoop, breaking through the opponent's defense line with one point, and the troops behind him will immediately expand this gap, thus directly defeating the opponent's main force here.

For this reason, the army led by himself concentrated the elite of the whole army, with the strongest "Golden Hibiscus" knights as the team, and transferred high-ranking and above soldiers from each army to supplement it, which has a great momentum of completing its achievements in one battle.

However, the commander of the other party put a large number of temporarily conscripted troops in the front, and the elite in the back, like a steel plate covered with a layer of cotton, and the sharp sharp knife stabbed through, but it was trapped in it, and gradually rolled the edge.

Dios roared, and the dark red patterns could faintly peek through the heavy armor, like a lava snake climbing on his strong body.

"Charge with me!" he raised the "Burning City" long sword, and the surging "Purgatory Dragon Breath" poured into the fiery flaming sword, and the flames soared into the sky, and he took the lead and rushed forward.

Behind him, the energy of various colors burst out one after another, and the vanguard of this army turned out to be purely composed of high-level and above warriors.

The original sharp knife turned into a blazing flame, and it advanced dozens of steps in an instant.

Feeling this gratifying change, the resistance in front of him seemed to be getting weaker and weaker, and only the last layer of tissue paper needed to completely pierce it. Behind him the drums thundered, and one army after another under Nacini began to move, ready to follow in their footsteps and swarmed in.

Dios snorted angrily, swung the last sword, and with the other party's painful screams, his eyes suddenly opened up-

Dozens of paces away, a powerful army was silent and ready to fight. The breakthrough of the victory just now seems to have completely turned into a joke.

Dios sighed and raised his sword again, the flames already dimming slightly.

Opposite him, the "Knight of Grace" Flodin's face sank like water, and he took off the giant hammer shrouded in holy light.

Allegri and his party gradually entered the hinterland of the Necronomic Wilderness.

The sky was overcast, the wilderness was gradually replaced by swamps, and with Amosich, they had uninterrupted aerial reconnaissance throughout the day, and a large force of hunters was completely avoided by them, and in a few days they had gradually approached the location where Amosich had surveyed Haolu.

"After knocking on the 'Iron Gate', can you guarantee that the Demon Legion will come immediately?" Allegri was a little worried.

"Demons are warriors, and the whole purgatory is like a raging flame that erupts as soon as you can find an exit," Amosic laughed, "It may take a few days, but it will never be the kind of situation you feared." ”

Allegri nodded silently, glanced back at the mercenary group behind him, and thought about where to take his followers after "knocking".

It seems that Nacchini's junta is his only way forward, if it still exists at that time. But I don't know what kind of psychology Lu Dao came from, Allegri subconsciously ruled out that place.

But where else would they accept an evil mage who had brought in a demon legion?

That's pretty much a betrayal of humanity.

"Captain, when are we going to get out of here?" a small barbarian ran over, "It's too stuffy. ”

"Soon enough, Niko. Allegri smiled, he knew the strong, active little fellow, though he was almost as tall as he was.

"This place is interesting, Sensei," Afra leaned over with a grin, "Let's not hurry, shall we?"

Afra's magic entered the realm very quickly, and she had reached the peak of her magic apprenticeship in such a short period of time, and as long as Allegri nodded, she could be immediately promoted to a full-fledged magician, which also made Allegri, who was still an apprentice in her twenties, sigh.

"What's the deal here?" said Allegri, grimacing, he had to give the naughty student a sense of prestige.

"I don't know how to say it, but I seem to like the atmosphere here. Afra said with wide eyes.

Allegri looked at her pure cheeks and shook his head, deciding that after this was done, he would take a good look at the magic attributes in her body.

After all, after being promoted to the first level, you have to gradually start choosing the attribute system of the mage, which should not be neglected.

Among the "Nine Supreme Towers", the "Holy White Tower", which controls light and life, is called the "White Tower", and its counterpart is the "Necromantic Tower", which controls death and body, that is, the terrifying "Black Tower".

Legend has it that the Black Tower is located in the deepest part of the Necromantic Wilderness, but almost no one knows its exact location or seen its exact appearance.

The only indication of its existence is the never-dissipating clouds over the Necromantic Wilderness, its own necromantic realm. Even when the power of the "White Tower" was at its strongest, the "Holy Spirit Eye" overlooked the entire world, but it could not see everything under that dark cloud.

The necromancer camp that fled back to the Necromantic Wilderness thousands of miles ago has since lost all traces on the continent, only a few scattered individuals, and occasionally a sporadic one, causing great harm that reminds people of this powerful and terrifying group.

Under the protection of the "Black Tower", no one knows their current situation, and even the current controller of the "Black Tower" is almost unknown.

But as long as that dark cloud has not dissipated, the Church of Light will not dare to forget this former great enemy.

On the 7th of July, Allegri and his party officially entered the hinterland of the Necromantic Wilderness, and it was also the time for them to step into the "Necromantic Realm".

The clouds rolled like great waves, and the heavens and the earth whimpered like weeping.

"A new 'Knocker' is here," whispered a hoarse voice from the tower shrouded in black fog, "and our chance has come." ”

"Yes. ”

In the mist, hundreds of equally hoarse voices gradually sounded.

(Double Shift)

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