The night is the best umbrella for the dark race.

At this point, almost all the dark races lurking around were summoned.

This is no longer a matter of the werewolf family, it is a major event in the entire dark world.

They all have the belief that they will die at the moment, and they must destroy the damn pavilion! Use the blood of your enemies to wash away your insults!

Of course, if you can easily take some of these holy relics away and become your own help, it must be the blessing of the Dark Descent Emperor.

But in any case, this group of dark species with different purposes has rarely been united.

On the watchtower side, in order to avoid civilian casualties, the pavilion was built on a hill outside the town at the beginning.

This little bare hill is lonely and unsheltered.

Although it is not as defensive as the camp of the Sacred Watchtower, it is fortunate to have a wide field of vision.

Moreover, in just two prayer hours between the closing of the museum in the afternoon and the fall of night, Wright laid a large number of traps and self-developed holy light circles around the hillside.

Faced with so many dark snooping and coveting, Wright looks confident anyway.

The chief knight, Celtes, stood beside him, feeling the darker energy in the air getting thicker and thicker, and his expression was solemn.

This case, small scenes.

When he first joined the Black Knight, he personally experienced the Black Iron Turmoil that lasted for half a month.

It was a vast number of high-level demons, unafraid of death to storm the prison gates.

Compared to those two weeks, there really was nothing to be nervous about.

However, in order to ensure the safety of the sentry tower camp and the town of Linta, the guards and most of the black horsemen stayed near the sentry tower to form a defensive formation.

On this side of the exhibition hall, in addition to him and Wright, there was only the female magician who came with the car.

"Your Highness, why don't I transfer two more black riders over?"

"No, there are too many people, what if the enemy is afraid and doesn't dare to attack?"

Wright patted the knight captain on the shoulder: "Don't worry, you will be responsible for protecting her in a while." I'll take care of the rest. ”

Emily puffed out her cheeks and was a little dissatisfied, she was also a third-order wind mage herself. It is said that it is as if there is no ability to protect oneself at all.

But when she saw the pair of scarlet eyes that lit up at the bottom of the hillside, her legs suddenly went limp, and she almost fell to the ground.

Humanity's fear of darkness is innate, and if you really want to go back to ancient times.

The Dark Race, as the former natural enemies of human beings, the superior predators, and the masters of the night, can be said to be an important part of the fear of the night of human beings.

Even a well-trained punishment black rider would feel a pang in his heart when he saw the scarlet light dots that spread all over the mountains.

But it's clear that Wright doesn't have that kind of petty emotion.

He has always believed in the saying of his hometown, and all fear comes from lack of firepower.

And this was quickly verified.

A large number of plague rat people, under the whipping and roaring of the werewolves, frantically surged towards the hillside.

But as soon as they stepped into the first step of the hillside, the Holy Light Circle lit up one after another, completely obliterating it effortlessly.

The stirring light illuminated the hill and vaporized the invading enemies one by one.

"This is my own magic circle, Prism. The holy light is compressed into a single beam, and then continuously refracted in the circle, finally forming a dense network of strong light firepower. ”

Wright enthusiastically introduced his masterpiece to the two, the prismatic magic circle around the mountain, like an impregnable barrier.

No matter how many plague rats attacked, they all stood still.

"When an enemy collides with him, the flesh is instantly cut into countless small pieces, and then completely reduced to ashes in the prismatic heat.

So there is no need to worry about the accumulation of enemy corpses, which will cause the circle to fail.

How, am I thinking it through? ”

The stench of burnt rotten flesh wafted through the air, and Emily pinched her nose with disgust on her face.

"Do you think about this kind of thing when you're fine?"

The chief knight was more concerned about practical issues: "Your Highness, this magic circle, the consumption of holy light, must not be low!" ”

"It's okay! Tonight's spending! It's all paid for by the goddess of light! ”

Celtus hurriedly prayed to the goddess and begged her to forgive the sin of disrespect. But he also understood that with this level of magic circle, it is estimated that few people in the entire Holy See have the strength to display it.

So, there is no conventional strategic value.

It's a pity, if you can reduce energy and increase efficiency, you can arrange a circle around the Black Iron Prison in the Inquisition, and you don't have to worry about an enemy attack.

But at least for now, don't worry about the enemy coming up.

"Calculate the time, it's about the same."

Wright muttered suddenly, and then with a wave of his hand, he closed all the magic circles of the first line of defense.

"Your Highness! What are you doing! ”

"Huh? Lure the enemy deeper. ”

Wright took it for granted: "Let me ask you, if you play the game and can't pass the first level, will you want to continue to challenge?"

As a game operation lacking in virtue enough, you have to learn to give a sweet date and then cut a wave of leeks.

Let the passers have a kind of happiness at home. ”

"Whew!!!"

Seeing the magic circle of the first line of defense extinguished, the dark tribes were overjoyed.

Although the losses were heavy, the results were also gratifying.

They immediately pushed forward and continued to attack the mountain.

Wright pointed to the dark seeds under the mountain and looked at Emily and the others with a grin: "You see, how happy they are laughing. ”

Emily swallowed, not knowing how to answer.

As the Dark Race approached halfway up the mountain, a large number of holy flames suddenly erupted from the mountain. The entire hillside turned into a sea of fire in an instant.

The poor vanguard was overwhelmed by the white flames in the blink of an eye, and became firewood. The originally dark sky was illuminated like day by the holy flames everywhere.

At this time, the pilgrims in the town had already woken up, saw the blazing holy flames on the mountain in the distance, thought it was a miracle, and knelt on the ground to pray.

The black horsemen could only take the guards with them and maintain order as much as possible.

The army of the Dark Race retreated urgently, looking at the towering wall of fire, and for a moment did not know what to do.

At this moment, a translucent and powerful lich floated out of the crowd. He raised his staff of bones and chanted obscure magical spells.

Immediately afterwards, a large amount of mud gushed out, completely extinguishing the raging flames.

Such a majestic scene immediately caused the dark species to cheer and roar. But the knights and chiefs standing on the top of the hill could see clearly, and before the mud could tumble down, Wright waved his hand to close the circle.

"What do you see? If I don't close it, this mud will definitely not be extinguished. This is a special flame of mine, borrowed from the Immortal Flame of the Necromancy Spell and the Soul Burning Flame of the Hell Spell.

It must be a double fire extinguishing of the physical soul for it to be effective. Otherwise, it will ignite each other and live endlessly. ”

The chief knight took a deep breath and said in a tone that bordered on pleading: "Your Highness, don't talk nonsense about your reference to the Necromancy Spell and the Hell Spell.

Our Inquisition will certainly not be able to control you, but you will leave us a way out, okay? ”