The Amber Sword: Act 349 Under the Abyss VIII

At the same time that the Brando group was attacked, the heavy rain on the line responsible by Kirrlutzian was dark, and Sir Hawthorn rode the battle dragon and his Temple Guardian simultaneously through the woodland. "It's really unbelievable." He whispered, "Thanks to the Aouinian that can withstand this weather, it's enough for us once!" Temple Guardians laughed in a low voice, Hawthorne from Kirrlutz Man The warm northern piedmont of the Lanshan Mountain is very unsuitable for the humidity and coldness of this season of Ampere Searl.

The war dragon under the saddle stands more than three meters in height and has half a ton of iron armor. It is the most common mount of heavy cavalry in this era. Every step it took, the ground seemed to tremble slightly, leaving a rotten mud hole deep in the muddy woodland several inches deep.

They appeared here because they received a report that a light frigate of the Cornelia fleet was attacked by a strange creature on the way back after the Royal Fleet of Aouinian stopped attacking. However, the Wyvern Cavalry of Aouinian Northern Coalition did not find the trace of the frigate in the relevant airspace, so it was their turn to go off the ground army.

Hawthorne bet that the frigate must have crashed already, a group of people walked through the forest, and the wreckage of a burning battleship really appeared in their eyes. That once courageous war machine now has only a broken shelf, broken masts and wind sails scattered on the ground, and many cables are still hanging on nearby branches.

"This is the frigate that was reported to have crashed and crashed. It's really huge." Sir Hawthorn couldn't help thinking.

"Oh my god, it's the Bullshark!" Someone recognized the frigate. Can't help but screamed in surprise, "Who actually made it look like this."

"I think we'll know soon," Sir Hawthorn suddenly raises head. "铮" pulled out the sword: "There are enemies, ready to fight."

Following his roar, everyone saw a pink monster crawling out of the wreckage. The monster climbed up the fallen mast and soon reached the break. It is a huge monster that looks like a bat and a human creature. It is about two or three meters tall. Its forelimbs are more developed than its hind limbs. Its upper arm is ripped muscles. A neck like a bull's head is on the neck. Nose ring only.

"It's a demon. Brutefiend!" Someone's sharp eyes called the monster's name. Devil is one of the deadly enemies of Holy Cathedral of Fire. Temple Guardians has seen these demon images in various books and books.

"Get out of here!" Sir Hawthorne responded faster than they did.

Brutefiend is the main air force of River of Sulphur. Juvenile Brutefiend has the strength of silver peak, and once they reach the adult form, they have the strength of Gold-rank Initial Stage. The Brutefiend already in front of Sir Hawthorne has a long horn. Obviously, the adult body Brutefiend Thane of Correct is genuine. Brutefiend Thane, like many other demons, has the talent to control fire, and there are several spell-like abilitys described as fire.

Fireball spell is one of them.

Fire light flashes, a group of flames exploded in the Temple Guardian formation of Kirrlutz Holy Cathedral of Fire in already, and several young Temple Guardian instantly turned into firemen. After putting the fireball, Brutefiend Thane roared on the broken mast. As if enjoying the thrill of killing, "Damn demon!" Sir Hawthorn couldn't help anger and rushed to the crown. He immediately ordered the sitting dragon to accelerate forward, and the Brutefiend Thane fan wings flew from the ship and into the air. Throw fireballs at him one by one.

But Sir Hawthorne was not afraid. He walked through the flames, close enough distance. The backhand took the short spear from behind and threw forward.

Temple Guardians only saw a golden straight line come out of Sir Hawthorne's hands, and the next moment hit Brutefiend Thane on the sky. That is the Holy Cathedral trait Magic spear, the spearhead is sanctified, the natural enemy of the Correct demon. The short spear hit the wings of Brutefiend Thane's, as if a drop of water rolled into the boiling oil, and a blazing white flame was burning.

I saw that Brutefiend Thane screamed from the air and crashed into the battleship's broken mast. His head and body branch family immediately pulled the spine from the muscles several meters away. Suddenly he couldn't die anymore.

Temple Guardians paused for a moment before simultaneously cheered.

Hawthorne is also relieved. He turned around, probably under his heart already It was clear what kind of attack the Bull Shark had crashed. It seems Great Deacon Wood Sure enough, the devil already Massive invasion Aouine Now, the demons lack a high-level air force, Brutefiend Thane already Be considered underground river of sulphur One of the best flying troop type Already.

But at this time Correct, suddenly he heard someone scream: "What's that?"

Sir Hawthorn was startled, and subconsciously turned back with that voice. He felt the sky seemed to be a little brighter, the dark clouds separated in that direction, and a flaming meteorite fell from the sky and fell in a certain direction.

Then it seems to be a copy of this scene, the black clouds are rolling like boiling, countless fiery red light spots appear behind the separated clouds. Then each meteorite tore the dark clouds and fell down, for a moment actually reflected half of the sky into a blood-red color.

Sir Hawthorne already is completely stunned. He already estimated that the main formation land where the meteorite fell was Correct Northern Coalition. It was cold, and his heart was cold. He saw with his own eyes a meteorite hit the 'the Orchid' above the distant mid-air. The flagship of this Kirrlutzian was then in a glare. The light shone into ashes.

At that moment, Sir Hawthorn even forgot that the captain of the Cornelia fleet was still on top of this flagship. In fact, he had lost the ability to think. There is no magic formation on the sky. This is the Spellcaster of the demons. It should be the top spell -- Judgment Day of Fourteenth Circle.

The high rank demon with the prince level has entered Teleportation Gate, and this is the only thought left in his mind.

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"What did you say!?"

"Where are they now?" Makarov and Oberbeck spoke at the same time, but they had not had time to say the next sentence. Suddenly, the bright light flashes outside the camp came out from outside the tent.

It seems that half of the sky is lit outside the tent.

A big deal has happened. Everyone was shocked. Ciel was the first to respond and turned around to open the tent door. Then red haired girl, who had been silent, rushed out from him, then Amandina, Makarov and Oberbeck glanced at each other. Followed and went out.

As soon as they got out of the tent, everyone lost their language ability. In their field of vision, the sky in the northwest was bright. Countless meteors fell from the air like rain, and fell to the ground.

Makarov quickly estimated it, and calculated the direction Correct Brunoan for already.

"The demon already has begun to attack Northern Coalition!" He immediately concluded.

"That's Judgment Day, and the other party has Realm of Ultimate's wizard." Oberbeck took a sip of cold air: "It's Devil Ruler, Martha above, this time I'm afraid it will be a whole demon legion, more than the one recorded in history More! "

Everyone knows what he said last time, and that time a kingdom similar to Aouine was completely destroyed and turned into scorched earth. Millions of lives have completely disappeared under the scourge of demons. In fact, already is not a war, but a massacre and disaster.

It is a scar that will never be smoothed in the history of Vaunde.

But this time seems to be the ancient kingdom of Aouine.

What exactly did Aouinian do wrong and be punished in such a way? Everyone couldn't help raising this idea. But it was the Kingdom's Lone Wolf who first reacted. "Makarov!" He shouted.

"I know, Oberbeck, I made a mistake," Makarov suddenly realized the mistake he made. Although he originally planned to let Northern Coalition be cannon fodder, now he suddenly finds that he has miscalculated the power of the devil. Now the situation already is obvious. If the two sides cannot unite, neither of them can fight against such a demon army. In fact, even if united, there is little hope.

"We must immediately find a way to support those northerners." Makarov gritted his teeth and said, "After spell, the devil will definitely launch a ground attack. Those northerner and Kirrlutzian will certainly not be able to support them. As soon as they retreat, the entire Aouine is over."

Oberbeck nodded, but her heart was angry. These are all good things done by Kirrlutzian and Holy Cathedral of Fire. Now he finally understands why the Brando had such a big fire at first, and did not even extort the Holy Cathedral face in the least.

I want to come now, if I change to him, I guess it will be very good without breaking Holy Cathedral on the spot.

"But what about Lord Thane and Her Highness the Princess?" Amandina suddenly said, "They are still surrounded by demons."

Oberbeck and Makarov suddenly froze. They seem to have forgotten the problem. "Where are they now, did Brando say anything?" Oberbeck asked.

"According to Lord Thane's, they should be among several low mountains near the west of Mackenzie Mountain. Harpy sealed their retreat. They had to retreat northward. Lord Thane let us send the Royal Fleet to answer Her Highness the Princess and open a path for them. "" Said Ciel.

"I said long ago that they shouldn't be in danger," Makarov sneered angrily. "Her Highness the Princess is also one's own, and she should have expected the current situation. This is good, the devil is now To attack us, we are even struggling to parry, but we have to find a way to rescue them? "

"But besides Brando, who else of us is more familiar with Gorgon Ravine? Her Highness the Princess is willing to take risks. This is a noble act. Makarov I thought you just had no brain, but did not expect to give up the honor of noble." The Lone Wolf words of the kingdom sharply sarcastically.

"What did you say?"

"Well, don't make a noise!" Amandina stood up and interrupted the two, her brows curled together. "What else did Lord Thane say?" She asked Ciel, and she didn't think Brando was the person who ordered it so rashly.

"In fact, Lord Thane has other plans. He wants us to notify Deacon Wood and let Kirrlutzian cooperate with us." Ciel said.

"What does he want to do?" Makarov sharply lifted eyebrow, eyebrow looked sharply at the young wizard.

What he wants to do.

Wood also wants to know this. The demon already launched an attack on the Brunoan area. To put it nicely, Northern Coalition is losing ground, but it is actually just a sign of collapse. This is an army that has been defeated in the past and has long lost morale. Now it is Holy Cathedral of Fire who is holding on to the position, but also suffered heavy casualties under the blow of Judgment Day spell.

Cornelia fleet immediately almost completely died, Navy Admiral Count Robbins sinked with the Orchid, and White Wing Knights also suffered more than half of the casualties. A large number of high rank demons appeared on the position, and even more sinister, an Gorgon Ravine army was also fighting in coordination with the demons.

The earliest discovery of this information was a stone statue of a team of Northern Coalition mountain infantry recovered by Cavalry Scout on the battlefield. That is obviously not a sculpture, but a masterpiece of Medusa.

"Kirrlutzian can support up to three hours. After half a day, we will lose the last warrior. What Northern Coalition looks like, you should also know." A Knights Templar replied to the young Wizard in front of him, We need support. "

Wood actually knows each other, the young generation Wizard genius Ciel of the famous Phailosh Family family.

"We can support you, in fact our army already is on the road. But after that, we still can't stop the demon's attack. You know our situation," Ciel replied.

The Knights Templar couldn't help but be silent.

"So how long can it be blocked?" Wood asked.

"Up to one day."

"Can we open another Door of Flame and request support from Holy Cathedral of Fire Main Palace?" Ciel asked.

"This is impossible, we don't have enough materials on hand." A Knights Templar countered: "Building Teleportation Gate is not a simple thing."

Wood groaned for a moment: "So what's your opinion of that Lord Thane."

Ciel nodded: "In this case, we may have another chance left."

"A chance?"

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Brando managed to lead the remaining twelve Lantolian Knight out of the diffused black mist. When they saw the surrounding scenes clearly, they found that it was in a valley to the north. The valley is rainy and misty, and not far away is an open forest vacant lot. There is a group of Anlieke horses grazing on the green grass among the vacant lot. If they are not mistaken, those Correct previously thought that already was lost.

Count Oerding and Her Highness the Princess followed him left and right, speechless astonished by the strange scene in front of them.

"Oh my God, what's going on?" Knights couldn't help but marvel.

Her Highness the Princess, although he didn't ask, also turned his doubtful eyes on Brando. Since Brando can lead them to shake off those Harpys and walk out of the dark fog, naturally they should know what the mystery behind all of this is.

But Brando is actually carefully looking around. The whole valley is shrouded in torrential rain. The surrounding scenery does not look much different from other places in the Anlieke mountains, but there is a subtlety in his mind at this moment. feel.

"Who is helping make a move with may I ask?" he couldn't help asking.

Everyone saw Lin Zhong suddenly walked out of an old lady wearing black robe and hunched back. She saw Brando and paid respectfully. The trembling movement made people suspect that she would fall at any time.

Brando was startled. "Ah, it's you!" He already recognized the wrinkled old woman Correct, the old witch Babasha who had been blackmailed once in Rydenburg, but he never dreamed that he would meet each other here.

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