Chapter 533

The mark of the holy sword is a pass in the northwest of the ilrus empire. A mountain seems to be split by a sharp sword. On both sides are cliffs as high as ten thousand feet. The mountains stretching hundreds of miles are as high as several kilometers. The mountains are covered with snow all the year round. The terrain here is very complex. Past humans rely on the terrain here, A miraculous fortress was built here to resist Warcraft and chaos.

Later, when the Empire split, the Empire Huoding said ferociously, "it was you who destroyed my good deeds. If it weren't for you, jikod Sancho, they would have brought back an elf slave for me!"

"Scum."

When Donne finished, his eyes fell on cross again. He didn't know much about the Abalon territory. He only knew that Abalon was located in the southeast of Ellington, and its comprehensive strength was stronger than that of matanni.

At the moment, cross obviously didn't mean to talk to Donne. His dark eyes were full of killing intention.

"Good..."

Donne put down his glass, stood up and moved his hands and feet: "it's a sad thing that the three Duke leaders of the Empire, abaron and matani, all chose to take refuge in the dark snake, but fortunately, it can be solved at one time today, and the enfeoffed territory can be recovered by the way... That's what you want, isn't it?"

Donne suddenly turned to look at the soul diamond. Victor's soul appeared again in a flash and nodded: "it's time to get everything back on track."

"Victor..."

Suddenly seeing Victor's soul, cross and hodging couldn't help laughing: "I didn't expect that your soul hasn't returned to the country of death..."

The soldiers suddenly saw Victor's soul and shouted in unison.

"Are you disappointed?"

Victor sneered and said, "I don't know what you think you are secretly accumulating strength to try to split the Ilus Empire again? I won't do what you want."

The two Dukes of cross and houding were not satisfied with their status as lords for a long time. They longed for greater power, and history pointed out a good way out for them.

Division, independence and self-reliance.

This is how the present kingdom of solante, the kingdom of grace and the kingdom of ronitant were born.

When they were in urgent need of strength, the dark snake came to the door, so they hit it off. The dark snake helped them gain strength and support their independence, and they had to contribute their strength to the great goal of God.

"Tut tut."

Donne looked at Gillard with interest: "didn't you hear? These two guys want to split your kingdom. Can you bear it?"

Gillard said coldly: "what about division? I will conquer it in the end. Prandal's future belongs to me!"

"It seems that you are just using each other. That's good."

Donne nodded, pointed at them, and a bloodthirsty smile suddenly appeared on his face: "come together, I really want to vent now."

Donne's goal is very simple. In front of the coalition army, kill houding and cross, imprison Gillard, get rid of those corrupted by the dark snake, and brighten his muscles, the whole coalition army will be defeated.

"Arrogance!"

One of holdin's men suddenly rushed to Donne, and the power of blood and gas broke out in an instant, and the huge sword cut fiercely at Donne's neck!

"Waste."

Donne raised his hand lightly and grabbed the blade of the giant sword. The guy tried his best to find that the giant sword didn't move, so he roared, loosened the handle of the sword, raised his iron fist and hit it!

With a crisp "bang", the giant sword was pinched into pieces by Donne. With a wave of his hand, the floating fragments roared through the warrior's blood armor, and the sharp metal fragments cut him into pieces!

Flesh and blood danced, the scene was silent, and a group of people looked at Donne in disbelief.

A master level eight master was killed by the second!?

Are you kidding!

That's master level eight!

Has awakened the strong in the field!

But even the field died before it was released!?

Donne stood there with a cold face, staring at Gillard and his party: "who else?"