Cthulhu Gonfalon Chapter 135:

"The weather is good today, and the sun is good." Crick looked up at the sky, stretched out his hand to cover the glare of the sun, and said with a smile, "I thought the north would be cold, but the result was fine."

Spinner sighed and turned his gaze to the orc position in the distance, and saw the boundless army, the army is as powerful as a mountain, and it is daunting. Looking back at our side, there are quite a lot of people, but the formation Obviously a little disorganized, the aura is scattered, and there is no feeling of a whole body.

It's like a piece of steel and a stone. At first glance, they seem to be about the same size, and they all seem to be very strong, but in fact they are very different. The two clashed head-on, just one or two hits. If you hit it a few more times, the stone must be broken.

"You can still laugh at this time, it's really amazing!" He sighed, and said to his friends around him, "After I fight for a while, I will find a chance to charge towards the banner of the orc emperor. Don't be foolish to follow up!"

"Uh? I thought we were friends, didn't it?" Crick was astonished. "As one of my only best friends, don't you shamelessly throw away the chivalry code when you see the honor. Do you want to swallow it alone?"

The Spencer Club laughed at his look of astonishment and anger, and slammed his shoulder hard: "When is the time, you are still telling jokes. Are you not a scholar, but a bard? ?"

"I’m a believer of His Majesty the Long Song. Isn’t it normal to know how to be a bard?" Crick smiled and punched his shoulder, "Good friend, this is probably us For the first and last time in my life, I have fought side by side. Let me share your honor a little bit."

"What's the point of finding death in this kind of thing?"

"Isn't you not dead if you don't charge with you?" Crick sneered, "It's also dead, why don't you accompany you to charge. I've heard something from a bard before." Fleeing is also a death, fighting is also a death, since why is it all dead, it is better to do a big vote, and death must die vigorously'. What do you think of this?

"Very well, it's just too long as an epitaph." Spencer nodded, smiled and said, "I have already explained that my epitaph is "From life to death, he is always like Knights'."

Crick raised his eyebrows, "Then my epitaph is "He lives like a poet, but he died like a knight." What do you think?"

The Spencer Society was silent for a while, and sighed: "It's a pity! I will go to the kingdom of the lonely guardian, and you will go to the kingdom of the eternal song, otherwise, we still have the opportunity to write such a wonderful epitaph. Ming has a drink."

"Why are you talking about such a bad topic?" shouted a knight next to him, "I didn't plan to die here! I also plan to take off the head of the orc emperor, hang it in my living room, and wait until he gets old. When you can't even hold the sword, point to it and brag to my children and grandchildren!"

Crick and Spencer laughed together, and the knights around also laughed.

Under the banner of the orc army, Emperor Yunero watched the human formation and couldn't help but smile.

"Your Majesty, have you thought of anything happy?" the guard asked curiously.

"Victory is here, of course happy." The emperor smiled and said, "Look at the enemy, although there are many people, but the formation is very chaotic. The forward and the Chinese are obviously out of touch; although the two wings are elite, they are not enough. Many; the chaos of the rear army looks like civilians in every way. Look at us again. Not only are there more people than them, but the formation is much more orderly than them. This battle does not need to be fought, and the outcome is already clear at a glance."

The guard looked at both sides, and it was true, and couldn't help but laughed: "Your Majesty is really a wise martial artist! You can see the victory before the fight!"

However, at this moment, the sad wind covered in the grass robes said: "There is nothing absolute in fighting this kind of thing. If you can judge the victory or defeat by looking at the strength and formation of both sides, then humans are still Stay in the age of wizards."

She was talking about the decisive battle between Lamperus led the new magic army and the wizard army. In the wizard army, there were more than ten legendary powerhouses, nearly a hundred high-level wizards, and middle-level wizards. And there are thousands of secret warriors trained by wizards, and they are backed by a well-trained and well-equipped army. On the New Magic Army side, the only legendary powerhouse is Lamperus. Later famous masters such as Beifeng and Ibrahimovic were only high-level mages at the time. The number of troops was much smaller and the equipment was poor. Many, although the morale is high, the training level is indeed far inferior to the opponent.

According to Emperor Yunero's statement, the result of that battle should be a great victory for the wizarding army. But in fact, after a desperate fight between the two sides, the last laugh was the new magic army led by Lamperus.

Although Bei Feng and her teacher parted ways because of their disagreements, she always took pride in following the teacher's command and defeating the wizarding era. At this moment, hearing the emperor's remarks, I couldn't help but think of that period of time, and couldn't help but say something ironic.

The emperor's face sank slightly, frowning, but he did not refute, and even stopped the angry guard with his eyes.

The majesty of the orc emperor is completely useless for people like the Druid of the Griefwind. She can say whatever she thinks, unless she intends to turn her face, she can only endure it.

Not to mention, what if you turn your face? He could feel that the Great Druid of Sorrowful Wind was also a strong man who had crossed the gate of immortality. Unless he violated His Majesty the Sky-Swallowing Dog’s order and unlocked the hidden seal of power, even if he brought the Staff of Imprisonment, It may not be possible to keep her.

This archdruid is not only a top powerhouse in natural spells, but also a top figure in the field of magic. He is also a powerful ranger, no matter how close combat or spells are, he has no weaknesses. More importantly, even if it was him, there was no way to be sure that the "Druid of Compassionate Wind" standing here was her, not a clone.

Many of the strong who have crossed the gate of immortality like to hide the main body in a safe place, concentrate on the pursuit of the gods, and usually only send clones to perform activities in the world, perhaps the same is true for the sad wind...

On the other side, Woods Igor frowned deeply as he watched the orc army's stable formation like a mountain.

He knew that most of this battle was going to be lost.

But he must fight!

As the king of the Eagle Kingdom, others can surrender, but he can't.

Not to mention... death, what's to be afraid of?

Thinking of the promise that His Majesty had made to him, he couldn't help but smile.

The knights beside them could not help but rejoice when they saw that His Majesty the King could smile confidently at such a disadvantage. Although they can see the disadvantages of the situation, and although they can't think of a way to win, at least their morale has improved.

In the sky, the air forces of the two air forces that lifted off in advance faced each other. On the human side are giant eagles, griffins and air knights, and on the orc side are flying monsters and air knights.

In terms of number, the orcs have not many air knights, but flying monsters have an absolute advantage over giant eagles and griffons. According to the general rule, humans can withstand a battle like this at first, but when the knights lose too much, they can't withstand it.

Leon riding a Griffon didn't care much about the black flying monsters and air knights in the sky opposite. His eyes were falling on the ground, watching the man under the Golden Crested Eagle.

I haven't seen him for decades, and the man is already old. At the beginning, he was only less than ten years older than himself, and now he is still young as before, but his temples are white. The years left deep marks on his body, washing away the vigor that had been soaring in the past, leaving only the dusky darkness.

If you only look at the back, it really looks like a grandfather...

Leon sighed secretly in his heart, and clenched a machete temporarily inlaid with magic gems and added a "weight reduction" effect.

This machete is the relic of Altaïr, the first assassin of the orc empire, as well as his trophy. In the previous scout battle, he has used this machete to chop off the heads of more than 30 orc warriors. , Won the prestigious name for "Lean Killing Leopard". So now he is one of the most noble air knights in the Eagle Kingdom, riding a royal griffon whose strength is comparable to that of high-level warcraft. This griffin is not gray and yellow like ordinary griffins, only the head is white, but the whole body is covered with white feathers, and the feathers on the top of the head are even more brilliant, as if wearing a crown--" This is where the name "Royal Griffin" comes from.

Obviously, this griffon is not the type that has been trained for a long time, and was very reluctant to accept this knight at first. But when it sensed Leon's slightly real breath, it immediately became docile and obedient, as if it had been trained for a long time.

Except for Leon and this silent griffon, no one knows why.

Leon gently touched the feathers on the back of the Griffon, and whispered to it, "When the fight starts, just rush forward, don’t get entangled with the unworthy guys, you know? ?"

The Griffin nodded and let out a cheerful cry.

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Leon couldn't help laughing when he heard the horse's cheerful cry.

"You guy." He said, "It's just a griffin, but it has the heart of a dragon!"

The clever Griffin understood his praise and responded with a triumphant tweet.

At this moment, the flag of the Orc Empire moved, slowly advancing forward.

That is an offensive order.

In the next instant, the flag of the Eagle Kingdom also moved tit-for-tat, advancing without showing weakness.

The soldiers on both sides let out a deafening roar, and launched a charge toward death or victory.

The murderous spirit was so high that even the bright sun was overshadowed by it. Mobile users please visit