Vol 6 Chapter 186

The wind comes from the hills to the west. Novelty Chinese iqi.

Such legends often spread among bards walking around, and the beasts walked above the sky.

And the wind is the sound of their wings flapping.

"what is that!"

An undead wizard suddenly screamed.

It was four long, interlaced silver lines, like four dazzling sharp swords, which swept across the entire battlefield sky in an instant.

Where they passed, the crystal clusters and tapeworms in the sky fell like raindrops.

Everyone followed their heads subconsciously, watching an arc at the end of the silver line of vision that extended forward, and then flew back, this time they could see clearly: it was a strong dragon, but they Above the slender neck, not only was the horn of the dragon born on the huge skull, but also a unicorn straight ahead.

"Long"

"No, then, that's ..."

The knights covered with silver armor were sitting on the long saddle one after the other. The knight in the front held a five-meter-long shuttle-like lance and the knight in the back held a giant shield.

Their faces were completely hidden under the silver face armor, with delicate and mysterious patterns engraved on the metal, indifferent and proud.

It's like talking about their most glorious identity thousands of years ago.

Guards of Silver Elves, Cavalry of Dragon King.

They held up their spears.

"Varlor!"

The Dragon Knights shouted in unison.

"Varlor!"

The cry of victory rang through the sky.

Behind them, flashing silver dots in the sky appeared like stars and appeared on the eastern horizon.

"Silver Elves!" The undead lords were almost unbelievable: "Martha is on, that's the Silver Elves!"

It was a torrent of silver that was sweeping down from the hills of Lorverde. It was an uncountable heavy knight. The snow-silver armor shone in the setting sun, and the white feathers on the top of the helmet were like waves. Undulating.

The silver double-headed sword in their hands, and the long bow of the elves on their backs, proved the identity of the knights.

They used to defeat allergic people in Valloca. Defeated the mountain people, defeated the witch, and defeated the undead army.

Their glory is recorded on the medals on their chests. It was a staggered gun sword, the sword was Frost Singer Xin Na, and the gun was a hero's relic.

That hero.

Once was their princess.

They are Sodekara heavy cavalry. It's Linge's Legion, it's the pride of the elves.

And thousands of years later, after the battle of the Holy One, the silver elves finally returned to this land again, only for this war that no one can stay out of the war.

On top of everyone's heads, the dragon began to accelerate, plunging heads into the battlefield.

A small figure was driving a war horse near the heavy cavalry regiment of the Silver Elves.

With her long hair flying in the wind, Meditha was sitting closer and closer to the heavy cavalry regiment that was charging. When a parallel line formed between the two, she suddenly raised her head. Raised the spear high and shouted:

"Slavorclarvarlor!" (Sova Shrine, victory!)

The silver elf knights turned back to look at her, and a look of doubt appeared under the gaze of their face armor, but then this doubt became ecstatic.

They raised their swords and put them on their chests.

That was the highest courtesy of the Silver Elf Warrior.

That is wordless trust.

It is the highest courtesy for heroes.

The little princess smiled slightly, her heart filled with pride and pride. The fantasy in front of her was intertwined, as if returning to the dreamy war thousands of years ago.

It was the war of mortals against fate.

They won everything.

And at the moment. The heroes and soldiers are back here again, fighting for that sacred oath.

She held up the spear in her hand and shouted desperately:

"Holy Silver Valley, long live!"

"Holy Silver Valley. Long live!"

The knights of the Anthem Army resonated in unison, and the battlefield resounded like thunder.

"Knights of Sodkara!" Metissa fluttered her hair and she stroked her spear forward: "Follow me!"

"His Royal Highness Princess, Long live!"

The entire heavy knights suddenly crossed a beautiful arc on the battlefield, the knights from top to bottom. From the head of the Cavaliers to the Captain of the Cavaliers, there was no objection, as if they should have done so, and should obey the princess's command.

Because she's Matissa.

The most legendary legion leader in the history of the Linge Corps.

She is the hero of the elves, the hero who slept in the ancient temple.

Metisha was incorporated into the forward of the heavy cavalry regiment.

She was like holding a sharp blade in her hand. This blade was held in her hand thousands of years ago, and it is also the same at the moment. It relentlessly inserted into the army of crystal clusters.

At that most appropriate moment.

Brando looked up and looked at the army with relief. There was a flame burning in his heart, and that was what Matissa promised him, and he knew that she would do it.

He let go of his hand.

Countless crystal clusters fell from the air and fell heavily on the ground, shocking the entire battlefield.

Instaron looked at the army of elves who were passing by him, and couldn't help sighing. Even in military talent, he found that he was still slightly inferior to His Royal Highness beside the man.

"Initiate a counterattack!"

He and a certain undead master far away on the other side of the battlefield issued the order at the same time. Instaron held up his long sword and took Adeni and her knights straight down the hill.

Her Majesty lowered her head and picked up the mercury stick, and at this moment her dark eyes finally revealed a relaxed look:

"Silver, you haven't missed an appointment."

The cluster's offensive is falling apart.

They began to retreat across the battlefield, detaching from the front one by one, and the various legions of the undead immediately erected a black banner representing the pursuit, a whole team, and re-entered the pursuit.

Looking down from the entire battlefield, in a split second, the battlefield, which was tens of kilometers long, began to show signs of downside.

The last to retreat is the air force of the cluster

Under the cover of Leviathan's huge and unmatched body, they calmly retreated to the south of the battlefield. The Dragon Knights of the Silver Elves immediately tangled up, but a few white dragon cavalry were like mosquitoes beside Leviathan. It poses no threat.

Brando knows that if this thing is allowed to leave calmly, I am afraid that this battle is still far from being fought, and at this moment in the battlefield, only he has the ability to leave the opponent.

He rose into the air almost immediately and flew in that direction.

But at this time, a dark shadow passed past him.

Brando stunned subconsciously, his heart speed was so fast, he looked up and found that it turned out to be a silver-haired girl, the other party apparently was not an undead, she was wearing a very weird set of battle armor The style of the warframe is very different from the traditional style of Warnd. The surface is covered with streamlined lines. The material is like metal, but the surface is covered with a lattice network. It seems that he has seen the remains of God in the Death Frost Forest. More similar.

Andrea turned back and glanced at Brando with a shocked look, but she didn't plan to say anything more, just took down the young man's face deeply, and then continued to fly forward.

"Freya?"

Brando was taken aback when he saw the opposite face. Although the silver-haired girl's mask covered her upper half of her face, the lower half of her face and the Valkyrie mark and Freya on her forehead How similar?

Not to mention, the three pairs of wings of light behind her aren't exactly Freya's Valkyrie armed?

But Andrea turned a deaf ear to his shout. She began to accelerate in mid-air, and soon other war valkyries appeared in the sky. They flew to Leviathan above the clouds, and then turned the black spheres one by one. Throw it forward.

Those black spheres were spinning in the sky, quickly fixed, suspended in mid-air, a ring-shaped red beam emerged on its surface, and then connected to each other, locking the giant Leviathan like a mountain in red. In the net of light.

"Coordinate confirmation is complete!"

Andrea shouted:

"Master Dragon King, please come"

"Dragon King?"

Brando froze, wondering if the dragon **** Bahamut still exists in this world, but before he had time to question this speculation in his heart, he heard a cold hum in the sky.

A bright golden eye opened in the clouds.

Then a pair of wings covering the sky.

That's a dragon.

Its body shape is no less than Leviathan swimming in the sky.

As soon as he appeared, he pressed his claws to Leviathan's head, the huge claws seemed to tear the clouds, and one claw toward the unicorn above Leviathan's head. The sky is dark.

Leviathan roared, swinging his body, apparently unwilling to give in.

But unfortunately, the dragon's claws flashed silvery spots.

Brando almost screamed in fright. He saw where the silver light spot was. It was all bright silver cards. These cards were spinning in midair, and then converged as one.

There was a cold voice in the dragon's mouth: "Send the blade."

A dark shadow across the sky swept across Leviathan's huge body.

Leviathan screamed screamingly. The huge body was cut from two to two, the break turned into countless crystal fragments, and it slowly fell from the air.

"One, two, three, four ... six, seven ..."

Brando silently counted the horns of the dragon's head exposed from the clouds, no more, no less, just seven. In this world, only one dragon has seven horns.

That was the legendary Odin's lover.

That is the King of the Evil Dragon, the teacher of Ogleste, the dead dog in the Rubic Desert, and the player is the ‘master craftsman’, the seven-pole dragon king Fuxia.

However, she turned out to be a travelling mage.

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