Chapter 1111

carry all before one!

When the Byrne phalanx Legion outside the wall broke through the desperate resistance of the Azores, destroyed the wooden fence and poured into the battlefield with the Golden Lion Flag on the black background, this was the only word in Lucian's mind.

With the breakthrough of the central line, first of all, the peripheral Azores Elven army began to "collapse" and "flee in all directions"; The rear line army that felt the pressure immediately had a morale problem and began to "flee across the line", and the elf warriors surrounded by both wings had to retreat.

Of course, these are seriously exaggerated.

Because although the peripheral Elven warriors were defeated, they left the battlefield one after another after trying to resist fruitlessly; The enemy on the inside actually saw the appearance of the Golden Lion Flag on a black background, took the initiative to withdraw from the war and withdrew back in an orderly manner.

But in the eyes of Byrne knights, it is not a painting style at all - it must be, and it must be, that the enemy was defeated by our fierce attack!

Otherwise, why did the Azores flee when the golden lion on black background appeared? Why did the enemy retreat without resistance as soon as he heard the cry of "long live the black Duke"?

This is precisely because I was awed by the military power of my great Byrne knight and the majesty of the Duke!

Looking at the desperate "fleeing" Elven warriors, the Byrne Knights roared one by one like beating chicken blood, cow blood and elephant blood, closely following the black haired wizard waving the war flag.

Duke... Lord Loren, he's taking the lead?!

When he saw Loren Turin with a big sword on his shoulder and waving a war flag, Lucian was shocked and couldn't even close his chin.

"What's your expression?"

Langmaros, covered with blood, pulled out the spear from the body of the Elven warrior with great difficulty and shouted at the gray pupil: "the Duke charged first, the count followed, the knight followed, and the attendant followed... This is Bain's tradition for hundreds of years. It is said that we have done this since we rebelled against the dwarves."

"It's honor, duty and obligation... He's the Duke, and that's what he should do!"

"But he's hurt!"

As for the secret between Loren and the second valve, Lucian was very clear that he could not disclose it to anyone, although he felt that even explaining it to the Duke might be meaningless:

"Lord Loren's injury in the battle of blood skeleton Valley has not recovered yet. He is weaker than ever before; it is likely that any stronger elf warrior may hurt him!"

"Then you should stand beside him, little fellow!" the unyielding Earl of Huxin city turned his head and stared at the gray pupil boy very seriously: "you are his guard, his sword and shield, to protect him from injury. This is the honor you want to save your life, isn't it? Why are you still standing here now

"I... which fool did I have to stay here because of?"

The laughing lanmalos didn't answer his questions at all. He ran away to the figure under the war flag with his sharp sword and spear in his hands; Unwilling to be outdone, the grey pupil boy spat, and the thin figure kept up.

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"Poof --!"

The howling Elven warrior waved his sword and was stopped by the horizontal sword the moment before he stabbed Lauren's chest, which was swung away at the same time;

The black haired wizard who swung the big sword with one hand swung the big sword over his trunk in the surprised and angry eyes of the other party; The vision stained with plasma did not see the fallen body, and continued to break forward.

Sure enough... I'm still not used to it.

Feel the power of the big sword, and the black haired wizard chuckled.

When I first arrived at vimpal college and learned the first "high-order magic spell" in my life to surpass perception, this special power accompanied me from beginning to end - fighting, killing and judgment... I was so used to and familiar with this power that I even became a part of my body in a sense.

No, it is a part of my body - I have long been used to the vision strengthened by "beyond perception", the flame ignited by the fire of Turin, and the "die now" to turn defeat into victory at the critical moment.

It was because of this habit that Loren felt a trace of fear and fear when he was told that he could no longer use the spell, and even began to consider a more cautious approach.

Loren even forgot that from the first day he was destined to fight with people, magic spells and the power of emptiness had never been his first choice.

The sword in hand and the instinct and skill of fighting are the first choice!

"... magic is never the best means to kill, at least not the most efficient..."

Only when he was unable to use the power of emptiness did Loren really understand what Dalton kand meant.

Never, never take the means as the premise of everything; The premise of judging whether a person is a wizard is not whether he can use high-order magic spells, but his behavior.

"Duke Byrne, the imperial man holding the war flag is Duke Byrne --!"

"Duke Byrne, he's here!"

"Stop him and kill him!"

"Long live your highness rodria --!"

After being aware of the existence of the dark haired wizard, the Elven warriors who were still in orderly retreat drank excitedly and rushed like hungry wolves.

His highness Rodriguez's mortal enemy, an enemy that even the chief warrior of the imperial court could not kill, actually appeared on the battlefield, and was still the forefront?!

If the two armies fight each other as usual, of course, the Elven warriors understand that even the chief inspector can kill the enemy. They are definitely not opponents - but now the number of their own side is far higher than the enemy.

Pile, can also pile him!

"Byrne, defend your Duke --!"

The equally excited Byrne knights rushed up from the two wings and threw their lives at the Elven warrior who turned and struck; However, the inferiority of military strength can not be stopped by courage. The one-sided pursuit war has once again become chaotic.

"Dang --!"

The big sword collided with the Azores long sword, and the elf warrior who could not resist in the harsh sound found that he had made a fatal mistake almost at the moment of retreating - he who wielded a one handed sword opened the distance in front of a tall, two handed sword, and was looking for his own death.

"Poof --!"

The big sword that ran through the chest of the elf warrior tore the gap from his arm with Loren's raised arm; The plasma gushing from the right shoulder and half of the trunk opened behind the elf body like a wing, which also blocked the vision of the elf warrior.

For a moment, the second elf warrior who did not see what had happened was smashed to the top of his head by a big sword; The dark haired wizard who didn't look at him directly resisted his body, and the roar of tearing the air sounded in his ears.

A burst of rain like sound broke the air, and the body of the Elven warrior whose head was smashed shook violently for several times; When the stunned Elf Warrior found that his arrows were on paoze's body, it was too late.

"He's still alive, I don't..."

The roaring shadow interrupted him.

"Poof --!"

The elf warrior who was pierced by the big sword flew out upside down, and the body hung in the air and nailed to the ground.

Pulling up the bloody sword, the black haired wizard waving the war flag continued to move forward.

"Byrne, attack --!!"

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"Oh --! Amazing, amazing. Did it take less than a quarter of an hour to kill through the last line of defense? It's worthy of being Loren Turin!"

Staring at the one-sided Empire Avenue battlefield, the excited elf prince even threw down his wine glass and even clapped his hands:

"It's wonderful... Sure enough, the game is interesting only when you play with a guy who is close to the enemy. Do you think so, chief of the imperial court?!"

The happy elf Prince turned his eyes to the blindfolded elf girl and looked forward to each other's reply.

But the expressionless Lori ZAD had no intention of flattery.

"Your Highness, Loren Turin and Byrne's army are about to break through the last line of defense." the elf girl blandly warned: "if you don't start again, it's only a matter of time to break through the array."

"It's really cautious as always. Being so careful will lose a lot of fun."

"Is fun... A kind of interest?"

"No, no, no, no, fun is... Er, it can also be regarded as a synonym with interest... Or is it completely different? It should not be a concept... Hey, Lori, you really asked me a headache!"

"Sorry, I'm rude."

"No, no, you're right... If you drag on like this, our guests will come to the door." the elf Prince waved his hand and smiled more and more

"As a host, you must be ready before the guests come to visit... Right? Don't worry, I've just been ready. Now I just need to give an order, and then - Loren Turin, he will know what the 'surprise' I left him is."

"But..." the fairy girl frowned slightly: "our soldiers haven't evacuated from the battlefield. Shouldn't we organize the retreat before starting..."

"In that case, it will be noticed by Loren Turin, certainly!"

The little elf prince, whose face suddenly changed, coldly interrupted. It was still a gentle tone, but it was full of murderous spirit that could not be concealed:

"In the face of such a terrible enemy as Loren Turin, a certain degree of casualties must be inevitable, right? In order to ensure the success of the plan, small sacrifices are allowed, right? In order to defeat such a powerful enemy, those sacrificing warriors, even if they know the truth, must be able to understand, right? Huh?!"

Holding the long knife in her arms, the expressionless fairy girl was silent for a long time.

"... yes."

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The battle on Empire Avenue came to an end when the last Elf Warrior left to contain the attack of Byrne's army fell under the knight's gun.

The enemies on both wings have completed the evacuation, and only a few Azores who are on the verge of collapse are still struggling to survive because they are entangled by the Byrne knights.

The formation of Azores on Empire Avenue is close at hand.

The frightened Lucian gasped and looked up nervously. When he saw that Loren was still unharmed not far ahead, he was finally relieved.

Fortunately, at least Lord Loren didn't

"Well, some little guy who always thinks too much!" with a proud tone, the same out of breath lanmallos rushed up and grinned:

"I told you, it's our only chance to defeat the enemy directly. Don't you think it's a success?"

"It's just a coincidence!" with a cold hum, the still worried gray pupil boy stared at the back of the black haired wizard, and the surrounding Byrne Knights stopped charging and began to rectify the assembly blocked his sight:

"If the enemy hadn't retreated in a hurry, if Lord Loren hadn't appeared in time, if... In short, it was just good luck, and there was no persuasion at all!"

"What's more, the enemy retreated quickly, and the main force hardly suffered much loss. We still have to find a way to break through the last line of defense of our array - this is not a victory at all, but at best... Huh?!"

The grey pupil boy who wanted to continue to refute suddenly looked up and stared straight ahead.

"What's the matter?" lanmalos, who frowned slightly, glanced at Lucian, who seemed to have been hit by an arrow: "what's your ghost expression?"

"I don't know, I don't know, but... There is a strong void reaction coming from the opposite side." Lucian looked panicked and shook his head: "no way, these long ears must be crazy?"

"Crazy, what's the situation?" lanmalos, with a bad face, knocked Lucian on the shoulder with the back of the knife: "make it clear, what do you see?"

As a result, the sudden turn back of Lucian's reaction startled him.

"Don't worry about what it is, let the soldiers disperse quickly, and then all get down!" the gray pupil yelled at him with his anxious mood

"I'm not sure if it is, but if it is, it's over!"

That strong void reaction, in his memory, Lucian only had a similar feeling on one thing - Jiao lightsaber invented by Isaac.

If I remember correctly, that thing hit two kilometers away!

The unresponsive Byrne Knights still gathered at the command of the officers, picked up shields and long guns, formed a close formation in the center of the not spacious Empire Avenue, and formed a stacked shield wall in the front row.

Lanmalos, who did not know what had happened, could only organize the soldiers to evacuate around according to his experience - but the organization of Bain's Legion had been completely scattered in order to pursue the enemy; The narrow imperial Avenue did not allow him to evacuate the formation too much.

There was a glimmer of despair in Lucian's eyes.

It's over, it's all over.

Dense long and narrow formation, straight vertical battlefield

The enemy only needs to prepare more than a dozen launchers at the front of the queue. Look, Bain Legion

You have to destroy the whole army!