Vol 3 Chapter 307

Act 307 Rage Volume

Six in the morning.

Blackblade Legion Battalion Station——

The smashing magical alarm swept the entire camp in an instant, mimicking the tsunami in Foshan. The armored knight was fully armed, rushing out of the rest area with dingdong accessories and heading straight for his mount.

A flying dragon is spreading its wings.

Kuztal? Viscount Bolleman put down his binoculars, and the sky in the south was so black that countless raptors shuttled between thunder and lightning, as if it were an apocalyptic scene.

"It's Druid."

"The Yankees are dead."

He remained silent, turned over to the saddle, held the nearly five-meter-long lance in one hand, and raised his left hand high. The sound of the mountain tsunami seemed to erupt from the camp in an instant:

"Blackblade, First Dragon Cavalry Brigade--"

"set off!"

"set off--!"

One monster after another rose into the sky, spreading its wings to cover the sky. The logistic troops on the ground watched their knights lift off, as if in a blink of an eye, a huge attack formation was launched above the sky.

"Dallit, don't drop the chain again at critical moments!" The ground staff yelled to the sky.

"Go to you!" The knight in heaven laughed and cursed, the young man looked up, and in front of him, thunder and lightning thundered a golden red, and tens of thousands of birds of prey came towards him.

"It's an arrow eagle!"

"—Note they speed up!"

The voice above shouted.

"Everyone, join the battle formation!" A serious voice came from the magic crystal.

"Received and returned to the team."

"The first attack cluster is expected to arrive in thirty seconds."

"Twenty seconds."

Dalit raised his head, his eyes were full of militant fanaticism; the Black Blade Corps had been on standby for a long time, and at this moment, everyone felt only that the blood in his whole body was boiling.

Kuztal? Viscount Bolleman, holding a lance, like a strong iron, only silently estimated the time was coming.

"Ten seconds."

"Eight seconds."

"Two seconds."

"Combat--"

"For Alluin!" Ampersel's sky seemed to be ignited by a huge killing sound for a moment, boiling.

Huge black flying dragons crossed with countless raptors. For a moment, the **** rain and rain, the open wings cut into the storm of wings like blades, and the bodies of the birds fell like raindrops.

However, the dragon knight was also wrapped in huge resistance, and the first attack vector's attack formation disappeared in an instant. On all sides were warning roars, slaughter, and screams mixed up-the knight in front was torn off the saddle alive under the huge impact, and the dragon was overwhelmed, lamenting and rolling.

Like black meteors--

The flames of war spread.

...

The humming buzz in the hall seemed to be quiet for a moment, and there was only silence under the vault of the solemn Roxbe Palace, and time was frozen at this moment.

"Char, is it you?"

Highland Knight Bunny? Norbert stood tall; he was confident, his voice was not loud, but he echoed repeatedly in the hall.

Uproar.

Everyone looked at each other.

"Captain Buned, what's your name?" An envoy asked incredulously, and the man stood up from Golan-Elson's seat.

"Captain Bunid, did you read that right?" Another councilor also joined in a loud voice. This man is a close friend of Archduke Viero. Brando had a relationship with the other party in the game in the past.

Others also talked about it, and most of them focused on Shire for a while. "Ah!" Miss Earl suddenly gave an exclamation, and she looked at the young mage as if she had seen a ghost: "Ah, why didn't I notice ... it really seems!"

"Like what? What's wrong?" Brando was inexplicable. He started to be a little funny. What was funny was that Viscount Begnin, who was still performing aside, became a clown.

But the current situation is a little bit beyond his expectations.

He couldn't help turning his head, his eyes fell on his mage servant, as if he knew each other again: "Char, it looks like you are quite famous, can you explain it?"

"Ha," Charles smiled dryly. "Lord Lord, I think this is just a misunderstanding."

"I can't see it."

"Really."

"Then you better explain to them." Brando suddenly hesitated, and he heard the killing outside the hall. Immediately stopped and blinked, meaning ‘I ’ll talk about it later.’

War has begun.

Charl immediately understood the meaning of his lord, and immediately turned back to the head of the Highland Knights and replied, "Master, I think you may recognize the wrong person?"

There was still silence in the hall.

From the sudden noise to the sudden silence, the transition is natural--

"I confessed wrong, didn't I?" The Knight Knight Budd smiled indifferently, and raised his eyebrows.

What else did he want to say, but the words didn't fall, and the whole hall suddenly shook.

Bunid paused and looked up in doubt.

Everyone looked up subconsciously, and the voice was clearly coming from above-what happened? Almost for a moment, the second great earthquake came on schedule, but this time it was more violent, and most of them fell to the ground when they were caught off guard.

"what happened?"

"What happened?"

"Is the earthquake?"

There was a mess in the hall, and a loud noise rang out. Suddenly, a large hole was opened in the crystal dome of the Lockebe Palace. Crystal fragments fell in, cold wind poured in, and then a giant plummeted straight down and crashed into the ground.

"what!"

"Help……"

The wind and rain fell outside for a while, but there was a smoke in the hall. The nobles were almost startled, and the screams rang immediately.

Only Brando could see that thing clearly--the corpse of a dragon in the center of the hall had broken his neck--the dragon knight of the Black Blade.

Almost at the same time, the calm and powerful voice of Archduke Enrique came to his ears:

"Kill it out!"

Everyone stayed for a while, but immediately reacted.

"Templar, stop Macaroo!" Was Murros' voice.

"Catch Princess Griffin!" Viscount Bergnin screamed.

Brando also responded at once. He immediately protected Dilferi with one hand, and at the same time commanded loudly, "Char, kill the princess!"

There was chaos in the hall immediately.

...

Dalit had blood on his face.

He looked out through the broken half of the mask, and there was almost a blood between heaven and earth. Countless raptors are flying around, and the battlefield above is shaped like a Jedi—

And at the very center, the great druid wearing a tree cloak seemed like a deity. Every spell was generated from his hand, forming a wooden spear or a rock spur, and a large number of dragon knights fell in the air.

Big druid, gold is high.

There was a chill in Dalit's heart, and if there were not sounds in the magic crystal, he would almost tremble. The cold assassination is quickly devouring everyone's will to fight.

"The third and fourth teams form a burst formation!"

"It was Viscount Poleman, Lord Viscount, he killed it!"

"Guard, cover the assault!"

The roar sounded in the magic crystal, and the dragon knights were regrouping in mid-air, and they were doing their final fight. The dragon is not suitable for long-term combat in mid-air, especially under the circumstances of bearing weight with the knight.

"Damn Yankee!" Dalit gritted his teeth.

But this is the final blow, ahead, Kuztal? Viscount Plehman's dragons have been advancing, and the gold's median strength is revealed, like a comet above the sky. In the eyes of the dragon knight, there is only a fanatical way, and everyone follows behind-

Feng Ya has made it, and the encirclement is near. Although the loss of the Dragon Knight is dramatic, the enemy is dead.

The scales of victory have tilted.

"look down!"

"Reinforcement, reinforcements are coming-!" There was a cheering voice in the magic crystal again.

Dalit looked back, and a red spot of light rose in the port of Ampelsel. The Knights, the Temple of Flames The Knights stationed in the port moved, and the Temple of Flames joined the battle!

Suddenly he just wanted to scream in excitement, it was a hearty battle.

But is the enemy a respectable opponent? probably. Dalit's head was chaotic with thoughts, he unconsciously glanced to the side, and then his vision was always fixed in that direction--

West of Ampelsel.

The direction of the Antilles.

A black spot was approaching quickly.

"Left and left wings, left wings found a large number of unknown Air Force! Repeated, each department noticed, left wings found a large number of unknown Air Force units!" Stabbed voices have been heard in the magic crystal: "Wait! No, no, the other Also a dragon knight? "

"Is it reinforcements?"

Everyone is stuck. Where's the reinforcements?

But only Dalit's pupils were tightening-his eyesight was excellent, and he could see the origin and number of the other party from a distance. That's not a reinforcement at all ... that's ...

"It's the enemy, the enemy is attacking!" He snapped the magic crystal and shouted sternly: "It's the Southern Army! It's the Dragoon Cavalry of the Southern Army! Ready to meet the enemy!"

At that moment he suddenly understood that the knights under the original temple of the flames did not come to support them at all.

They are here to meet the Southern Army ...

But why did the Southern Army appear here ... Martha is on!

In the wind and rain.

Northstar stood on his mount like a javelin, allowing the wind and rain to blow his face, and letting lightning and thunder light up his eyes, but his heart was like a wave of ancient wells.

He touched his cheek subconsciously, and the injuries he received in the Ring of Tradewinds left him with a permanent scar, but then relieved that the scar was a soldier's medal.

At least he returned to the Southern Army.

Looking back, the dragons walking alongside him were carrying the same number of Tree Elf shooters. He nodded in response to the direction. He used to be a comrade in arms, but now he wants to join hands again.

But the goal is no longer a woe.

Yes, the kingdom abandoned them.

But the Southern Army cannot abandon its homeland--

Northstar raised his spear and pointed straight ahead: "The dragon cavalry listens to my command-attack formation-target, Black Blade Corps!"

"Just for Alluin!"

A huge front vector formed in midair.

"Southern Army, break in!"

...

Everyone understands that Eruin's civil war has officially begun.

In the midst of a cloud of smoke, Brando confronted his first opponent, a Templar. When he saw the other party, the other party was playing against Nimesis, in fact the dark-haired horsewoman was losing ground.

But she couldn't be slack, because Princess Griffin was behind her.

Seeing this scene, Brando didn't think about it, and stabbed in the past directly; Brando's swordsmanship has always been fierce and brutal, and this sword is no exception. It does not even talk about aristocratic etiquette, and it is almost like a sneak attack Already.

All the Templar knights of the Fire Temple are the elements of civilized power, but they can't help but encounter such entanglement. I had to return to the sword to save, ‘when’ a metal tremble, the two swords intersected, and the two swords retreated.

Nimesis finally found a chance to take a step back. She covered her mouth with her hand, coughed, took a breath, and immediately lifted her head to look at Brando pale:

"Who taught you ...?"

"Let's talk later."

Nemesi bit her teeth, but nodded.

The Templars had noticed Brando, in fact the other party clearly recognized him, and the eyes under the metal mask flashed cold cold light. Brando immediately felt a slight stagnation of air flow around his body and slowed his movements.

"Be careful, his elements should be related to the wind." Nimesis reminded immediately that the horsewoman's voice was so cold, but still a little concerned.

The sound made Brando feel a little bloody.

Really like it.

Really like sister.

If Xuejie is still here ...

In this world ...

Senior sister.

Brando couldn't help closing his eyes. For a moment, he felt that his perception seemed to extend endlessly along his sword. Obviously it was dark, but all the scenes seemed to be right in front of them.

One line at a time.

A world of laws.

A towering wall appeared in front of him.

The Wall of Elements!

Brando was shocked. He opened his eyes suddenly, and what he saw was different. The deepest part of his eyes seemed to be burning with a silver flame. Numerous laws, meanings and the final destiny of all things were being interpreted in an infinite direction.

how can that be?

He raised his sword.

"Wind factor, bondage."

"The most subordinate element."

"Do you want to restrain me?"

"But bugs."

An extremely confident voice seemed to be above all things. Brando raised his sword with one hand, and the Templar's great sword had just arrived. The two swords crossed, as if Brando was throwing a spark in his hand.

The sword in the hands of the Templar flew out.

The Templar was horrified. He never dreamed that there would be such a freak, but he touched the wall of elements in battle; Brando's sword was not his own strength, but the law itself. the power of.

As soon as he woke up, the sword emerged from the world of laws.

Pei Mo Neng Yu.

However, after all, the Templar knight was one of the top combat capabilities of the Temple of Fire. As soon as the sword was released, he immediately reacted and pulled back, as fast as lightning.

Brando flattened his sword and slashed across it.

The sword tip and the opponent have lost the slightest.

But that's it.

"Ah-!" The Templar suddenly uttered an incredible scream. He covered his chest with one hand, and a deep and shallow opening had been made on the breastplate, and blood poured out.

Brando looked up, already ecstatic in his heart, and a dazzling light flashed in his eyes: "--it must be!"

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