The mist was dim and floating, but there was nothing there. The firelight in the distance dyed the gray fog orange, reflecting on Orphen's steel shell, shining brightly. Fang Plover stood on the side of the tall structure, and a warning sign suddenly arose in his heart. A gray shadow emerged from behind him. Under the gray cloth turban, a pair of eyes dotted with cold stars were like a lone wolf. The pupils were burning with ghost fire, and his hands were like dead branches. Holding a scimitar, green veins appeared on it.
Fang Plover's ears twitched slightly, and he heard the sound of a sharp blade cutting through the air. At that moment, darkness seemed to appear in his heart, like the starlight pouring down from the sky, and then appearing from within his eyes - the lizard man's dark blessing, just now showing its power on him - before the thin blade parted Before he put the flesh on his back, he slid sideways without realizing it. The knife that King of the Sand Thieves, Mahazar, was sure to win, turned aside, only cutting off a corner of his magical furnace. The copper and iron shell instantly shattered, making a sound like broken ice.
He rolled forward, but when he got up from the ground, he felt a burning pain in his back. He couldn't get up even once, and he couldn't help but groan. The magic blade in Mahazar's hand is called 'Frost Bite'. It is forged from the teeth of the ice wolf. It is covered with ice gems, and the magic furnace also matches it. Fang Yu raised his head and looked at the gleaming sharp blade, stretched out his hand and reached back. His palm was full of blood, as red as fire, and was covered with a layer of ice scum.
The communication crystal was tied to his wrist, and blood dripped on the dark crystal, crystal clear, and solidified in an instant. He opened his mouth to shout, but the King of Sand Thieves missed his attack and immediately retreated, disappearing silently into the darkness like a phantom. Fang Plover missed the opportunity and had to hold his tongue again.
There was a rustling sound behind him, and Fang Plover stretched out his right hand. The blood from his palm invaded the cloth and slid across the metal gauntlet. Then Orphen made a "squeak" sound and crossed the spear, the tip of the spear scratched the mist, and the mist shrouded the air. "Dang, dang" made two sharp sounds, and the two claw spears hit the spear one after another. Sparks flew everywhere and the missiles flew away.
Fang Plover did not look back, as if there were eyes behind his back. The lenses of his goggles reflected the cold light on his slightly childish face. There was a flash of silver light in the darkness not far away, and it sank into the mist with a buzzing sound.
Two sand lizards and the knights on their backs appeared behind the mist, followed by more figures, rushing up from behind the mist with the sound of ring armor clashing. Fang Yu gave the order in his heart. Behind him, Orphen turned his spear and slowly faced the group of sand bandits. He held up a large shield as high as a wall. With a loud bang, he pressed the corner of the shield into the ground.
The suspension mechanism moved down layer by layer, and the giant lowered its center of gravity with a trombone sound. High-temperature steam erupted from the top of the machine like a cloud. It set up the spear with a 'click' sound. Under the black iron barrier, two pairs of turquoise eyes were made of cold eyes. Leng stared at the enemy. The sand pirate let out a deep inhalation sound. Before the fight, this tall giant was really intimidating.
But Fang Yu understood that he could not deter these people for long.
A faint voice came from behind the mist: "He's not strong, come on!"
It was Mahazar's voice, an erratic voice that carefully concealed his location. The King of Sand Pirates is not afraid of Fang Plover, but what he is afraid of is the chilling sharp arrow behind him. He knows that the other party is looking for his whereabouts, so he is careful not to expose himself to others.
But he still underestimated his opponent, or rather, he underestimated the selector's tricks.
"He is right in front of you." Ye Hua's subtle voice came from the crystal.
Fang Yu felt a shiver in his heart, as he located the sound returned by the communication crystal. This was almost the same method as Ming and R. Ms. Ming, he is not surprised, but does this mean that he is at the same level as the top selector?
What kind of existence is the cheap teacher I accidentally obtained?
"Do you need to further confirm the location?" he asked.
"Do you still remember that lightning bolt from before?"
Fang Yu nodded, understanding that the other party was looking for an opportunity to kill with one strike. The communication between the two people at the system level did not actually turn into sound and reach the ears of others. It was only completed in a flash of mind.
After receiving Mahazar's instructions, the sand bandits waved their scimitars in their hands, made a strange roar in the wind, and rode forward. But Fang Yu ignored everything behind him and only stood facing away from the tall structure. He made a fist with his right hand and stretched it out, then slowly opened his five fingers: Orphen opened his big shield with a "swish", and behind the shield, a piece of Silver light flashed, and silver swarms roared in, forming an array alongside each other.
They opened their shells, shining like silver wings, revealing the ferocious spikes underneath. The cold light on the spikes was a sign of danger. This scene caught the eyes of the thieves in astonishment. They subconsciously tightened the reins and stopped the sand lizard. The knight leaning back, the tail of the whip swinging, and the look of astonishment, that moment was like a frozen scene.
The next moment, a burst of fire burst out, and the huge roar was mixed with flying projectiles. There were constant flashes of light in the clouds and mist, and the lead pellets jingled on the black ring armor like a heavy rain. The sand lizard jumped up in fright, flipped the knight on its back, lost its master's mount, and turned around to run away.
There was also an unlucky guy who happened to be hit in the face while dismounting for the sand lizard, leaving a bloody mess and died immediately. And more sand pirates waved their scimitars and bounced away the lead bullets with a clanging sound. They immediately discovered that the attack power was not strong. They decisively abandoned their frightened mounts and struck forward with their swords. After a silver moon passed, the Silver Bee in mid-air was immediately shattered into pieces.
Silver fragments fell into the soft sand.
The sand bandit tore open the defense line and came over to kill with an angry curse. The tall giant looked like a windmill, waving a spear, but the sand bandits still relied on their strong skills to easily find opportunities to break through between its attacks. After crossing the last line of defense, in front of them was almost the immature young alchemist.
Fang Plover was opening his right arm, and three silver rays of light drew an arc in the darkness, sweeping from the right front. They swept through the second round, extended forward thirty feet, circled once, and swept through the third round. A glimmer of cold light appeared in Fang Plover's eyes, like a brilliance emerging from the darkness. The first ray opened the dawn.
The stars and the moon are falling in the west, and the east is getting whiter.
"I found you." The corner of his mouth raised in a proud angle.
Mahazar was even more cautious than he expected. He actually hid under a corner and watched his men fight with him from a distance. He probably thinks that he is too weak to take action personally, and that he can defeat himself even if he surrounds himself with his cronies. He does not want to take the risk of being discovered by the potential opponent and entangle himself.
but--
"Useless."
A tall figure of a sand bandit suddenly appeared from behind him, holding a scimitar in both hands and leaping up.
The bright sharp blade reflected the cold light, and with one strike of the sword, his right hand was broken off at the level of his arm. However, Fang Plover did not feel any pain. He just flicked his right hand and swayed slightly as if he had lost his balance. Then the severe pain swept over him, causing him to cry out in pain. Blood gushed out like a spring, soaking into the snow-white shirt, as dark as a rose, and shaped like agate, rolling into the sand.
But deep down in his heart, there seemed to be a steely will, supporting Fang Plover's spirit at this moment. Everything around him seemed to be gone, except for the only target. He gritted his teeth, endured the huge pain, and cast his cold eyes forward. The thoughts transmitted to his right hand flowed back into his left arm - he raised his left hand and turned the metal gauntlet.
In the flash of white light, the silver swordsman appeared behind him like a ghost. The two almost overlapped, and in a dazzling stream of light, they fell into the fog ahead. The next moment, Mahazar watched a flash of white light: one person and one structure were already in front of him. At this moment, half of Fang Yu's face seemed to be soaked in blood, with dots of blood spots extending to the bridge of his nose, making him look like an evil ghost from hell.
But facing the King of Sand Pirates, the young man showed his snow-white teeth and smiled, his smile so chilling. "Got you—"
At that moment, all the positions and relationships around him were reflected in his mind. "With my structure as the center, one hundred and twenty degrees clockwise, forty-seven meters. Have you seen the nearby bell tower? One hundred meters across to the east, there is a wall, and he is behind that wall. It may be with you There is a blind spot for shooting.”
He paused and took a deep breath: "No problem?"
Behind the window of the broken tower, Ye Hua stood there silently, the first ray of morning light reflected on his chin. The Ranger King raised his long bow. The Elf King's bow was as green as jade. He opened his bow and set an arrow. A layer of golden light seemed to hang above the arrow. Afterwards, the magic furnace became brighter, reflecting the last night with layers of rays of light.
"no problem."
Fang Plover let out a sigh of relief.
A silver moon was reflected in his eyes. Mahazar did not pull back, but held a scimitar in his hand and slashed at him. The blade cut through the shield of the angel, cut through the interlaced blade arms of the platinum swordsman, cut through its slender neck, induction ring, and slender waist, turning this beautiful thing into scattered fragments, torn apart, and scattered into pieces. Silver glitter.
He slashed again, this time slashing towards Fang Plover. But at that moment, a familiar scene suddenly appeared in Fang Piao's mind. The deputy head of the Knights of the Holy Word held his hand with a majestic look and a milky voice unique to female Papalars. Tell him how to respond when the enemy is attacking you.
That was a few months ago.
He still remembered the warm spring in the south.
As if blessed to the core, Fang Plover moved back slightly unpredictably, one point more but not more, one point less but not more. Mahazar's knife slid down like a layer of butter. Both of them had a look of astonishment in their eyes, and even Fang Plover himself didn't realize how he avoided this fatal knife.
The look of astonishment in Mahazar's eyes clearly showed this meaning:
Is this guy pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?
But this was his last question.
Questac in the distance was still immersed in darkness, but a ray of light shone into Fang Plover's eyes.
The stone wall behind Mahazar exploded, and a silver light protruded from it, passing through his right chest. The blood mist exploded, and the silver light disappeared suddenly, turning into a sharp arrow, nailed in front of Fang Plover, only one foot away. , the snow-white tail feathers were still shaking, and a drop of blood slid down layer by layer from above. With a bang, the King of Sand Thieves fell to his knees.
He put a hand on his bloody chest, raised his head tremblingly, his eyes were dull, and his open mouth could not produce a single note. As if he still couldn't believe that he would fall in such a place, in front of the gate of victory.
Fang Plover also slowly knelt down. Excessive blood loss made him a little groggy, but he tried his best to look at the lone wolf in the desert in front of him, as if to see who would fall first.
Four thousand feet away, Ye Hua was drawing his second arrow. The dense red light in the clouds and no lightning struck him this time, which made him slightly surprised, but it was unexpected, and he was not shaken at all. He knew that if he slowed down for a moment, his child might be in danger.
But at this time, the clouds surged.
A streak of blood-red lightning struck straight down.
In Fang Yu's shocked eyes, the electric light fell directly on Mahazar, instantly turning him into a ball of flying ash.
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"Mahazar is dead?"
When the news came from Alyssa, Princess Rupert was almost dizzy in her mind. She took a breath and looked at the Miss Nightingale in front of her who had left for her not long ago, but now returned to her. Her tone was slightly trembling, and it sounded like a question. It wasn't until Alyssa nodded gently that she understood that she was not hallucinating.
The news spread like a plague on the battlefield, and many people saw the incomplete dragon-horned trombone of the King of Sand Thieves and Sharkwin's body—these two things that were always with Mahazar. When they appeared, the sand pirates understood that the arrogant desert wolf had really been killed.
"It's just that the battle situation hasn't changed much..." Alyssa smiled bitterly, and then she understood the reason why Her Royal Highness the Princess pushed her away. "After getting the news, the sand bandits in the outer city dispersed a lot, but the sand bandits in the inner city seemed to be crazy and began to attack all parts of Kashan Palace. They probably thought that the king of sand bandits was dead and they would have the opportunity to board the palace. These people are crazy to be in that position..."
Princess Rupert was not surprised at all, but seemed a little calm. She commented quietly: "These people themselves are desperadoes. The closer they are to destruction, the crazier they become. What's more, victory is within easy reach. Everything in this palace is what they dream of."
"If this continues," Alyssa said a little anxiously. "Maybe it won't last long..."
Princess Rupert looked at each other: "What are your plans? If you want to leave the city, I can find someone to take you out. But in this situation, I can only do my best."
Miss Nightingale only shook her head slightly: "Until the commander gives the order, there is a high probability that the Seven Seas Brigade will stay here."
The eldest princess was silent for a moment.
There had long been no disputes in the Kashan Palace, and the ministers were clearly divided into two groups. One group was lifeless, waiting for fate to dictate. The other group, under the call of Secher and Prince Aleph, went to the top of the city and, together with a group of guards, helped organize the last line of defense.
Although this line of defense is as thin as a cicada's wings, it cannot escape being destroyed by the surging flood.
"What is that?" Suddenly someone shouted.
The blood mist is like a column of smoke rising into the sky, connecting directly to the clouds and connecting with the blood-red halo in the clouds. It seems that no one noticed this terrible scene until this moment, but no one can tell, what is behind all this?
But Princess Rupert just watched the scene quietly.
She suddenly turned around: "What kind of person is Captain Ed...?"
"he……"
Alyssa subconsciously wanted to say that he was a fool.
But looking at the scene in front of them, the sand thieves surged in like overwhelming force, swarming everywhere outside the Kashan Palace. Dark red clouds surged in the sky, and bloody lightning spread through the clouds, as if it was a sign before the end of the world.
She suddenly realized that she might not have much chance to talk to Her Royal Highness the Princess anymore. A silent feeling came to the mind of Miss Nightingale. She glanced at Rupert and replied: "...The leader is somewhat idealistic."
"Idealism?" The eldest princess sighed softly: "Sometimes we think it is too naive, but maybe in desperate situations, only ideals can bring people miracles——"
Her voice was soft, as if she was humming. "I just don't know if Lord Andromal and Lord Marland are still protecting this land."
A flash of bright silver light appeared in an unnoticed corner of the battlefield.
Count Laval braved the strong wind before dawn, used one hand to tidy up the sparse hair on his forehead, and got on the horse reluctantly. If it wasn't for that thing, why would he mind this nosy matter?
Thinking of this, the earl glared at the girl in front of him, making Florence tremble in fear.
The Earl coughed slightly, and then said in a longer tone: "Florence, unfurl our flag and tell everyone on the battlefield that the Corinthians are coming."
Florence responded in a panic: "Yes, Mr. Laval, no... no, it's the head of the mission..." while hurriedly unfolding the flag in her hand, but because she was too nervous, she almost got entangled in the flag. Fell to the ground.
Count Laval shook his head, grabbed the flag with one hand, placed it on the flagpole, raised it with his hand, and the flag flew immediately.
The flag is rolled up, revealing a silver anvil, with scattered sparks like stars in the sky, a sky-blue crown reflecting the world, and a sharp sword fluttering in the wind. The bright silver flag made everyone look at it for a moment. The sand bandits from far and near seemed to have finally noticed the few men and horses in this corner of the battlefield.
Under the fluttering flag, there are rows of knights wearing silver armor. Under the helmets, a pair of eyes are as cold as ice. They are pressing down the protective masks one by one, leaving only two shining eyes. . On the breastplate, there are emblems of roses and dragons, and under the outstretched wings, a strange flame mark is formed.
Its name is Dawn.
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