Chapter 1030

Lucian did not hide anything from the two earls of lanmalos and regrell. The battle was over when the red dragon glum appeared.

The anger from the Dragon completely awakened the instinctive fear of the ice wolves - no matter how sharp their claws and tusks are, no matter how ferocious and bloodthirsty they are, and even fearless of death; In the face of the wild beasts with a hundred meters above their heads, their fangs, claws, bloodthirsty and fierce

It's just a not so funny joke.

Although the desolate ice sheet looks very flat, it is actually composed of large and small peaks, cliffs and glaciers. The raised hills form a natural "battlefield boundary", which also "locks" the scattered ice sheet wolves in this seemingly open "wilderness".

It doesn't even need to be too deliberate. The red dragon grum only needs to spit dragon inflammation around the hills on the edge of the battlefield, and can turn all ice werewolves trying to escape into torches.

The raging fire, accompanied by the thunder like roar of the dragon, turned the ice and snow world into a sea of fire.

Until the flames engulfed the whole battlefield, the slightly tired red dragon opened its wings, "satisfied" flew away from the battlefield and disappeared into the flying snow under the gaze of countless eyes.

The Byrne knights who watched the "natural disaster" slaughter on the hillside stood in place silently, waiting for the ice and snow to disperse the flames.

They waited for an hour, four quarters of an hour - the flames that swept the whole battlefield before they finally showed signs of fading.

"It's too exaggerated... No matter how many times I watch it, this sentence is in my mind every time the dragon appears. It's really exaggerated."

With a gloomy face, regrell, the count of white horse peak, closed his mouth and breathed a cold wind mixed with ashes: "that's thousands of ice werewolves - even thousands of animals can't be killed for three days and nights."

"In front of that big beast, it's just a face-to-face thing!"

"Otherwise, why do you think those rural Saxophone people become the emperor of the Empire?" lanmalos, the Earl of Lake City, didn't care much and stretched out his sore arm lazily:

"Besides, without these big beasts, how many people would we have to die to defeat the demons invaded by the north again and again? With them, the morale of the army can be improved a lot."

"Yes, but only if they are on our side," regrell retorted. "What if one day, the claws and dragon inflammation of the giant dragon come over our heads and fall on Bain?"

"What are you talking about? The Empire has a special law that no giant dragons can fight in the civil war; it has been 13 generations, not to mention how many dragon guards are left in the de sallion family?"

"The law of the Empire... Yes, but only if we are obedient and do not disobey the orders of the heavenly palace - even the black Duke." the count of white horse peak looked more gloomy and closed his mouth:

"Even the black Duke should finally bear all the blame on himself and give credit to the emperor; just because they are emperors and because they have dragons!"

"Not necessarily." lanmalos shook his head and expressed his disapproval: "the black Duke is for the Dragon Queen - as a knight, doesn't it take it for granted to bear all responsibilities and protect his woman?"

"That's not what I'm going to say!" the count of white horse peak impatiently interrupted him: "think, as long as there is a dragon, the Empire will always have the power to suppress Byrne and even any principality!"

"Yes, the current emperor is pretty good, but the de sallion family has not been a fool in history! What should we do then? Even if we can defeat the Imperial Army, the dragon will burn our hometown and territory to ashes!"

"We people... Proud Byrne Knights... Nobles... Don't even have the strength to resist!"

Lanmallos's expression was finally dignified.

Indeed... The terrible sense of powerlessness and fear in the face of the dragon is enough to shame the proudest Byrne Knight - the war horse, armor, spear and even the big sword have no meaning to this terrible great beast. This is no longer a battle of the same level.

Just because the other side can fly, it determines that the two sides are not at the same level and can "fight fairly".

"But that's all in the past, isn't it?" lanmalos smiled and looked at regrell with a gloomy expression: "the Duke has an agreement with the dragon of Jufeng mountain, and the wizard of red blood castle has built a floating city - it's said that there is also a weapon that can shoot very far like a stone thrower. There's no need to be afraid of these big animals at all?"

Regrell rolled his eyes and said he was completely desperate for the guy with only chivalry in his mind.

"Come on, come on, it's late. It's time for us to play!" he slapped the count of white horse peak on the shoulder, and lanmalos waved to the Byrne Knights behind him:

"Those who still want to make war achievements, follow me - don't let the limelight be robbed by that big beast!"

Before the words fell, the count of Huxin City, who raised his sword and rode his horse, had rushed out of the queue and rushed towards the messy battlefield.

The Knights around also shouted excitedly, and rushed into a fiery battlefield with the figure of galloping horse.

Shouting and waving a long and narrow saber, lanmalos, with an excited face, rushed directly to the two werewolves who had found him.

"Puff --!"

The muscle trembling right arm showed explosive force, pulled the saber and made a bloody arc in the air - directly cutting off the head of the ice werewolf.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Lanmalos, who was almost standing on the horse's back, laughed excitedly. The gushing plasma dyed his vision red and flowed into his mouth, making the cavalry commander's blood more and more open.

In less than a minute, he had completely rushed into the sea of fire, and the nearest Byrne Knight behind him was four or five horses away from him; Like an arrow from the string, it breaks through layers and kills wantonly in a chaotic ice field.

In the face of the Icefield werewolves who have completely turned into loose sand and only know how to run for their lives, the flexible cavalry have shown the "efficiency" that infantry can never compare.

Strike and walk away, never dragging water; Crossbow, spear, saber, sword - when the power, impact and long-range projection are perfectly combined, kill a group of enemies who hardly know how to resist

It's not easy.

"Clang!"

As I didn't know how many times it was wielded, the overburdened saber tore the flesh and broke the upper half of the blade in the neck bone of the ice werewolf.

"I'm so..." before lanmalos came and yelled, an ice werewolf on fire in the opposite side jumped at him with a roar.

Without thinking about it for a second, he threw the blade with only half of it right in front of the werewolf.

"Ouch ouch!!!!!!!!!!"

The howling ice werewolf's head jerked upward, but his angry body jumped up.

Bang -!

Although lanmalos had dodged as much as possible, the horse's reaction was still half a step worse - the impact of snowflakes threw him and his horse to the right.

"Lanmalos --?!"

Not far away came the cry of the count of white horse peak.

"Not dead!"

While climbing out from the dead war horse, the embarrassed count of Huxin City cursed: "it's a big loss. It's really a big loss... This good guy cost me a lot of money. If the Duke doesn't compensate..."

Bang -!

A dark shadow flashed, and lanmalos, who had not yet got up, was severely knocked away and rolled in the snow until he stopped in front of a burning "bonfire".

Well, if those charred and piled bones can also be called "firewood"

"Oh..."

The tumultuous lanmalos struggled to get up, and a mouthful of black blood mixed with messy vomit sprayed out directly.

Just now, the armor of the right arm was almost broken, and the chest armor was completely deformed, as if a large piece had been deeply sunk in the chest.

"Lord lanmalos!"

Several Knights saw the situation here and rushed over with sabers and flag guns.

"Go fuck yourself!" gnashing his teeth, lanmalos picked up a spear from the ground and aimed it at the ice werewolf who rushed towards him.

"It's mine!"

With that, he didn't forget to grin at the ice werewolf opposite.

"Ow, ow, Ow!"

The roaring beast had no good intention at all. His four claws rushed at lanmalos, and the approaching figure blocked all the possibilities he could dodge.

But... Who said to hide?

"Hoo --!"

The spike spear was dodged by the werewolf, but the sprint ice werewolf also threw himself into the air.

What appeared in front of it was the burning campfire just behind lanmalos!

"Poof --!"

At the moment when the werewolf stopped, lanmalos, who turned and moved, stabbed out his spear again - this time, right in the chest!

The frightened werewolf desperately wanted to jump on lanmalos and bite, but he was blocked two meters away by the gun body in his chest.

With trembling arms, lanmalos clung to the barrel of the gun and pushed the werewolf into the fire bit by bit.

"Ah, ah, ah --!!!"

Lanmalos was taut and roaring with tears in his heart and lungs; The werewolf on the opposite ice field was pushing him back desperately, but he ignored it.

Bang -!

In an instant, the barrel of the gun broke!

Lanmalos, who seized the opportunity, flew directly into the ice werewolf and crashed it into the campfire.

This "power duel" ended with one side becoming coke.

The Knights of Byrne, who were just nervous, began to cheer loudly - this way of one-on-one duel is most respected by Byrne people.

Looking at lanmalos lying in the snow gasping for breath, regrell, count of white horse peak, was finally relieved, and a smile finally appeared on his gloomy face.

But just in a blink of an eye, his expression became dignified again.

When talking about the dragon with this guy just now, lanmalos's seemingly unintentional words made him more alert.

The Duke made an agreement with the dragon of Jufeng mountain. The wizard of red blood Castle created the floating city and a brand-new, reportedly powerful alchemy weapon.

Yes, they all sound good; Byrne, who can foresee the future, no longer has to fear the threat from the heavenly palace; After this war that determines the fate of the world, Byrne is destined to be richer, stronger and more glorious day by day under the leadership of the new Duke

But what about them... What about the future of Byrne knights and traditional thirteen collar nobles?

In the face of powerful Warcraft, monsters and evil gods, the invincible knights in the past are powerless than alchemy weapons and Dragons... They even become the existence of cleaning the battlefield and chasing the fleeing enemy.

Byrne knights in the past, but they can decide the victory or defeat on the battlefield!

The Duke of Loren Turin saw everything clearly. He also believed that the Duke had his own plan for Byrne's future, and he must hope to bring Byrne to a bright future.

What can be foreseen now is that such a future may belong to wizards, businessmen and those who support the development of everything related to "magic" and "trade".

More commodities, better weapons and armor, and more comfortable life - even in his territory, Baima peak, many nobles have made a fortune by relying on land and doing business.

But all this has nothing to do with the nobility, and these bright future does not explain that "it must be nobility".

What kind of place do the traditional thirteen nobles have in the future planned by the Duke?

Does it still retain its past status, or is it gradually excluded and become an insignificant moth fed like an imperial aristocrat?

Whenever he thought of this, regrell felt his body tremble involuntarily.

He was not worried that Loren wanted to be the enemy of the thirteen nobles, but he was afraid that in the Duke's eyes, they were an insignificant and dispensable group of people.

wait!

Regrell frowned - as far as he knew, although the dragon and the Duke had reached some agreement, it was not completely affected by the Duke's trend or subordination, but more like some "self acting" allies.

How did the Duke make such a guy come voluntarily to solve such an "insignificant" battle for Byrne?

Is it difficult

"Yes, everyone... There is no error between the facts and the speculation you just had in mind."

In the face of different looks, even faint panic, excitement mixed with a little unprepared unexpected expression, Loren said in the most stable tone, word by word to the generals, wizards, friends, teachers and comrades in arms:

"According to the news that the red dragon grum brought back from the northern ice sheet, I'm afraid I have to tell you..."

"The invasion of demons has begun."