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The every move of the aircraft was faintly imprinted with the style of the royal dragon knights of the Silan Empire, even if he leaned over lightly and flanked one side, in the eyes of the two dragon knights, it was no different from a giant dragon.

This is the tacit understanding and habit cultivated day after day, year after year, and no one can pretend to be it.

As soon as "Ascending Dragon" launched its dive, the two dragon riders reacted immediately, just as they normally did in training.

"Griffontero, another big one!"

"Gardner, get ready to make a move!"

As the two dragon knights roared loudly again, their dragon companions responded with louder roars.

Two dragons and one machine, no, the tactics launched by the three dragons together, the front of the troops is directly aimed at the assembly point behind the enemy's formation, and maybe the enemy's leader is there.

Subconsciously, the two dragons also thought of the aircraft as a dragon.

Because the two dragons in the sky grasped the battle opportunity skillfully, and almost wiped out the Wyvern Knight with a single blow, the air supremacy fell into the hands of the Silan royal family without any suspense, which made the warriors on the ground who were attacking the royal camp in front of them no longer work so hard, perhaps they already thought that they would no longer have any hope of winning.

A very small number of people became furious and even scolded because of this.

"Posner's idiot! Oh my God! What did he do? Damn, there's only a dragon knight left in the sky now! Such a good situation was ruined by this idiot's own hands, bastard! I won't let him go. ”

"Lord Torrantes, there is no point in continuing the attack now, the warriors are starting to get tired. They have lost their confidence!"

The masked samurai leader, whose corners and collar were embroidered with gold trim, turned away and no longer looked at the battlefield, as if he had a certain number in his mind.

"No, no, no, I've already paid you the gold coins, and even if you die in battle, you won't be allowed to retreat! Listen, Hope, you and your people can only listen to me now!

Torrantes' face turned pale, he didn't expect that he had been preparing for so long and had paid a lot of money, and he only found a group of wine bags and rice bags. A bunch of utter waste.

"It's just a waste of life! My people are dying worthless! If we don't leave, we may not be able to leave!"

The other party's stubbornness made the masked samurai leader's tone unexpectedly become more and more tough.

As a soldier who accepted employment and worked for his employer, it was natural for him to die honorably in the mission, but dying so meaninglessly made him feel as if he had been humiliated, very unwilling, and even a little resentful.

"It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, you know? You don't know what to do! You just need a sharp blade to gently cut the emperor's neck, can you imagine? Just a light stroke, hahaha, the overall situation has been decided! Woman, power, status, prosperous wealthy nobles. It's like rushing head-on, you can't dodge, stupid big man. What are you doing all your life for the sake of cultivating your fighting spirit and martial arts, leading these young people to fight for life and death day after day? Am I wrong if you don't want to be for the glory and wealth of yourself and your descendants?

As if he had fallen into an evil spirit, Torrantes' tone was full of madness, and he pointed in the direction of the camp, and then while looking at the masked samurai leader, he slashed his neck fiercely, and said solemnly: "Look! It's right in front of us!

It is rare to fight several times in life, and for the sake of everything in the future, he also pressed everything on himself.

Guy with a muscular brain!

Silly big guy!?

The masked samurai leader, Hope Tieqing, had a bruise on his face, and instead of arousing his greed and approval, those demagogic words only aroused his anger even more.

"If you have money, you have to spend your life! We can't make it to camp unless there is a miracle! You're a real idiot. ”

grabbed the other party's collar hard, and the saliva star sprayed the guy directly in the face.

What a simple universal rule that not everyone can see clearly and learn to control their desires.

Being able to pull up such a team, the masked samurai leader Hope is obviously not an ordinary person, and naturally knows how to retract and release freely, when to fight, and when to give up!

"Oh, maybe a miracle will happen!"

Torrantes' pale face struggled to squeeze out an ugly smile that was worse than crying, and perhaps even he didn't know how reluctant it was.

"You're really crazy!"

The masked warrior leader Hope shook his head and pushed his employer away, then turned his head and shouted an order to the people around him: "Prepare to end the battle! Throw away all unnecessary supplies, after the 'Titan' squadron is broken, the others will retreat according to the original plan! Brothers, see you again in the Duchy of Larnaca! Gray and Guerrera, you two watch him and must keep him safe!"

Until now, the royal tent in the camp, which represents the supreme ruler of the Silan Empire, is still majestic, even unscathed.

As for miracles!

Hehehe, it's just a dream!

"Yes, my lord!"

Two burly, identical-looking twin men slammed their chests and responded in a rough voice.

One of them carried Torrantes like a chick.

"Look! The miracle is coming! Hahaha!"

Torrantes didn't seem to care about the other party's rudeness, but laughed hysterically as if he were crazy, but his eyes looked straight behind the two brothers.

"Hmm, what?"

The two brothers, Glay and Guerra, asked in unison, and turned their heads to look at the sky.

"Damn, I just know that the dragon knight is not easy to mess with at all!

Right beside them, Hope, the leader of the masked warriors, suddenly let out a terrified roar. Without hesitation, he showed an alchemy weapon in his hand, and immediately launched it!

"Roar!~" "Roar!~"

The deafening dragon roar erupted above their heads, one brown and one green, and a strange flying machine was swooping down from the sky, two small black dots falling from under each other's wings that would never flapp, pulling out half a parabola and falling to the ground.

"Collect the Internet!~ It's not interesting anymore!"

Looking away from the light mirror technique released by the light magician, His Majesty the Emperor of the Silan Empire had no interest in the battle outside the camp.

Whether it was His Majesty Mayazo or him, I am afraid that no emperor will have a lack of wars, battles, and assassinations in his reign.

All kinds of intrigues and betrayals are commonplace.

The change of power between the old and new emperors will inevitably bring turmoil to the empire, and as the failed imperial families are relegated to commoners or exiled for thousands of miles, the families and forces that have failed to bet will also be hit one after another. Or even brutal purges.

It is inevitable that there will be some careerists who are unwilling to fail in secret, and before the new emperor completely controls the entire empire, he will do everything in his power and fight with all his might.

If you succeed, you will make steady progress, and if you fail, you will die without a place to be buried.

But who would have thought that the royal family's deliberate sale of the flaws to attract these gamblers to bet on their lives was a conspiracy of successive emperors.

In other words, attacks like this. It has always been a reserved program for the change of imperial power.

The autumn hunt was just a pinch to lure these restless guys into taking the bait, and it also allowed the new emperor to take the opportunity to wipe out as many hidden dangers and opponents in the empire as possible.

These careerists harboring evil intentions are like wildfires that cannot be burned out, and the spring breeze blows and grows again. After killing a batch, a new batch will emerge in less than ten years.

What's more, there will always be foreign spies and spies behind it, as long as the country continues to grow and develop. No matter how much other country is raging, this has always been the basis for diplomatic activities.

People's hearts will always change.

And it's not just Cyril Saint-Slan who did it. Even the old emperor Mayazo St. Slan and previous emperors did the same after they ascended the throne.

It's more like a duel between a winner and a loser.

Through this means, each generation of emperors was able to make the entire empire exist with only one voice in the shortest possible time after ascending the throne.

"It's a trap! Yes, it's got to be a trap!"

Listening to the mournful hissing of the dragon in his ears, Posner, the leader of the dragon knights, muttered to himself with palpitations.

Like the dragon, the tail is also a sensitive point of the wyvern, and the dragon has been turned into white bones by the dragon's spell, and the wyvern endures the pain while flapping its wings and staggering to maintain its flying posture.

With luck, he turned his head with palpitations, but his neck seemed to be petrified, and he couldn't turn back again.

The two dragons once again unleashed powerful spells that swept across a large area of the ground, and the screams were like a hundred ghosts walking in the night, filling Posner's hearing once more.

The strange construct seemed to drop two inconspicuous little things, and unexpectedly, as soon as they hit the ground, two adjacent fires flashed, and there was a series of earth-shattering explosions.

Two rounds of faint pale white light spread ferociously and fiercely in all directions, like an autumn wind sweeping away leaves, bringing down a large number of people.

Rumble!~

The second loud noise, unable to be distinguished, quickly caught up with the Wyvern and Posner.

"Oh my God! what kind of weapon is that!~" The leader of the Wyvern Knights, who looked numb, turned his head stiffly.

"Whew!~"

The Wyvern let out another whin, the air concussion of the loud bang that touched its neuron-rich wounded tail.

"Well, let's get out of here, the farther away the better!"

Posner, the leader of the Wyvern Knights, urged his mount, the Wyvern, not noticing that behind him, a ball of light glowing purple shot straight into the sky from the camp. (To be continued......)