The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 108: The brave deserter (part one)

Short breathing time is so precious.

Until this moment, the cruel sights seen by the eyes, the dying moaning heard by the ears, the burnt smell of the nose, the salty blood tasted by the tongue, the soreness and weakness of the body, and the dried-up spiritual pool The headaches brought by him were transmitted to Jonah's brain. At the same time, receiving a lot of information made the young astrologer apprentice feel a strong nausea. He covered his mouth and resisted the urge to vomit.

Sibby jumped off Toba's shoulder and walked over and patted his head: "Man, novices are like this, it's nothing. It will be more comfortable to vomit."

"I'm okay..." Jonah tried to pretend to be fine, but after a second, his abdomen began to cramp, and the rich breakfast spurted out violently in a less elegant form.

"Oh..." Jonah rolled to the ground and buried his head deeply.

The little grasshopper patted his back lightly, looking like a small adult: "Cut, pretend to be, right? The day I killed for the first time, there was nothing at all, so I went back to the camp. Later, I almost vomited up all my intestines. Fortunately, an uncle who had been a doctor gave me a bottle of antiemetic."

Toba spit out the herbal medicine in his mouth and applied the slimy green paste to the unicorn wound. The muscles of the riding beast trembled. Elliott snorted, but said: "Room Growing up, the next situation is not optimistic. The mixed enemy of cavalry, infantry, and parachuting is very difficult to deal with."

"What do you say? In addition, why don't you give yourself a healing magic." The farmer of Bazelal carefully spread the herbs, drew out his cotton belt, and tightened the wound on the waist of the riding beast. Tie tightly twice. The bleeding was suppressed, and the unicorn tilted his head and rubbed Toba's big face affectionately.

"Uncle, in this way, your waist circumference is larger than that of the horse." Xibi walked to Long Ji's side, gently hugged the upper body of the eastern woman, and commented.

The Rose Knight laughed, "Master, you can no longer cast magic today. In fact, we will not be able to cast any magic in the next few days."

Toba stared at him blankly, Elliott smiled and shook his head: "It's better to care about the situation in front of you. The next thing we have to do is to rush into the team of the Blue Order and start with them. The melee, to contain the long-range attacks of the magic soldiers. Then, taking advantage of the chaos of the battle, retreat to the north side of the miracle grassland. It is a miracle to be able to achieve this level. ——Our only hope of survival is in Isaac Before Ossi appeared, he slowed down and returned to Cherry Crossing after the golden hammer."

Toba widened his eyes: "Elie, I don’t understand. It’s still dark. If we give up, the Zavi people will be able to reach Cherry Cross before midnight, then this mission will fail? Let’s They need to be delayed until tomorrow."

Elliott looked at Long Ji with calm eyes. The woman fell asleep in Sibi's arms with such a serene expression. "Mr. Ms. Long Ji, Miss Long Ji and we have to go to a place, but in any case, it is not worth everyone's life for this. Before she wakes up, retreat, we will explain to her afterwards." The Rose Knight said faintly. Said, but his eyes were firm.

Toba was a little uncertain, and looked at Jonah for help. The astrologer apprentice wiped the dirt from the corners of his mouth and smiled wryly: "Toba, I listen to you. The little grasshopper is right, I'm just a rookie."

"Anyone would dare to call me a little grasshopper, rookie?!" Sibi roared angrily.

Yekong swung his long knife to one side, throwing out the blood on the blade, and the black flame on the surface of the Buddha's tooth disappeared completely. The southerner dipped a drop of blood, licked it with his tongue, absent-mindedly looking at a group of red-headed and black-feathered birds hovering on the treetop in the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.

"What kind of bird is that?" Jonah couldn't help looking around and asked.

"Aboriginal people called Mamagat birds. In the Colombo dialect, that means'death marrow'.'Death marrow', as Western mainlanders call it." The rose knight leisurely cast his gaze to the sky, "Whenever someone is about to die, the'dead marrow' will gather and hover until the corpse is cold. They feed on the eyeballs and brains of human corpses. Although the names and habits are terrible, in our ancestors' hometown, Part of the mountainous area of ​​the Red Clay Plain of St. Boren, they are messengers who bring the souls of the dead back to the heavens. The corpses chosen by the'death marrow' must be pure souls who have the right to enter the heavens and talk to the gods, when they swallow the eyes of the dead After meeting with the brains, they will spread their wings and fly high, flying up to the world where the legendary **** inhabits in the clouds."

Jonah remembered. When he was young, he had seen this kind of bird in his hometown, and heard his mother tell the story of the "dead marrow". The soul messenger may be nothing more than a beautiful myth. Jonah saw the dying old man more than once, looking at the "dead marrow" flying above the altar of the cemetery, with a longing for the glory of heaven.

The unicorn suddenly raised its head and pointed its sharp horn in the direction of the canyon. There was an uneasy look in its pupils, and its hooves could not help digging the ground. The extraordinary elemental induction force makes it detect the abnormal gathering of elements.

"Mr. Maharaja! Everyone! The battle caster is preparing to attack magic!" Elliott shouted immediately, "Mr. Mama, give instructions!"

Toba hesitated for a moment, "Just do what Ellie said, let's rush in, then step back to the side!"

"Understood!" The Rose Knight commanded loudly: "My lord, please take Ms. Long Ji on your back and serve as the army. Miss Sibi and Her Excellency Yekong are two-winged guards. Your astrologer, get on your horse. You can still Right?"

Jonah grabbed the saddle and tried his best to turn over the unicorn's back, "I can, Ellie!"

"Okay." Elliott turned around to look at him, smiling at the corners of his mouth, "We are forwards, we can only move forward, not backward."

"It's an honor to fight with you, Ellie." Jonah clenched the sword again.

"No, the honor is mine, sir." The Rose Knight turned his head to look at the boundless enemy like the ocean tide, and slowly raised his spear. The closer the tip of the spear was to the sky, the firmer his fingers became. "——Let's rush forward!"

"Come on!"

The unicorn raised its front hoofs high, stepped out of the mud waves, and the wind around its ears blew its hair. The astrologer apprentice felt that something in the blood was moving, changing, and boiling.

As soon as the pitchfork partners rushed for ten yards, a smoky meteor fell from the sky, setting off a violent explosion where they were just now. The fire magicians of the battle caster began to summon the fire meteor spell. Countless huge meteors carried orange flames that destroyed everything across the sky. A torrent of fire rain fell in the middle of the grassland. The corpse rolled up in the sky, "Silva's Tears" was no longer a peaceful meadow, and this scene was closer to hell.

No one looks back. If there is a definite death behind, then there is definite hope in front of you.

Sibby ran to the side and back, opened her mouth, and yelled something, a series of explosions blew her words far away, and Jonah only saw the green eyes of the grasshopper staring at him. The eyes are as transparent as the clearest green crystal in the world.

The blue ocean ahead moved. The phalanx of the Blue Order Army took a step forward neatly, erected its shields, and the large heraldic shields with sharp edges gleamed in the setting sun.

Can you rush over? Stepped on the body of a heavy infantry? Or is it like a moth fighting a fire, smashing to pieces on the shield wall? There were countless thoughts in Jonah's mind.

The first row of Lanxun infantrymen knelt on the ground, and the second row stood upright. The shields formed a steel wall with interlaced teeth and hidden danger.

Can you rush over? Stepped on the body of a heavy infantry? Or is it like a moth fighting a fire, smashing to pieces on the shield wall? Jonah suddenly realized that although countless thoughts flashed in his mind, none of them made him feel fear. There is no fear, only the hot blood rolls in the body.

A low shadow shuttled out and appeared at the front of the team in an instant. Yekong retracted the Buddha's tooth into the scabbard, put his hands together in the lotus palm, and hid his little finger in his palm, forming a thunder-tone Tathagata mudra, "Jiuguang... …Bao Zhuang Chu...Broken!"

The engraved treasure building appeared from the void, carrying the power of the Nine Dragons and Ten Elephants to hit the blue shield wall, "Boom!" Like a bell rang, the heavy infantry with blood spurting fell to the ground, twisted on six sides. The shield flew to the sky.

In the splendid debris of the treasure building and the voiceless sound of breaking through the shield wall, the sword Kalan cuts into the blue tide gap like a sharp blade, lowers the body, strokes the navel with the left fist, and gives a wish with the right hand, forming the Baosheng karma mudra. , Jiuguang Secret Art summoned the tyrannical power of the ancient southern country from the unknown world. The golden red flames wrapped his arms and illuminated the frightened eyes of Lan Xun soldiers.

"Jiuguang...Ming King's Spear..." Yekong stretched out his hands and pressed them on the chests of the two soldiers before the heavy armored enemy reacted.

"Attack! Attack!" Countless voices yelled, flashing sword blades everywhere.

"...Double shots!"

"Puff puff!" The Ming King's spear that fired at close pierced through the heavy steel armor without suspense, piercing the chests of two heavy infantrymen. The fast-rotating light spear was not slowed down by the body of Lan Xun's soldier. He took two heavy corpses and shot forward.

"...Four consecutive shots!"

The attack did not end. Yekong's palm was wrong, and two golden-red flame spears flew out with a scream, breaking open the abdomen of the corpse, drawing **** and fluttering radiation. After a few muffled noises, the bodies of the two infantrymen hit their companions behind them. Before they could react, the four King Ming spears broke through the defenses from different angles and penetrated their bodies.

"...Six consecutive shots!"

The sword-holding Kalan shot out the light spear again with both hands, and the secret technique of Nine Lights ripped apart the steel and muscles. The powerful impact pushed the four corpses to the core of Lan Xun’s team. More soldiers tried to block them, and their bodies were heavy. The body shook, and then a scorching gust of wind nailed the armor, penetrating the body, and hurting the soul.

"...Shoot! Shoot! Shoot! Shoot again!...Eighteen consecutive shots!" Yekong frantically exhausted the last bit of strength, turning the brilliant burning life into the floating light of the red spear in the sky.

The first two corpses were shattered, and countless heavy infantrymen were collided, squeezed, and obscured by the corpses of their companions, becoming the next sacrifice of the King's Spear of the Eighteenth Lian. The sharp whistling light spear opened the way for Yekong, "Haha...hahaha...hahahahaha..." Kalan with the sword suddenly laughed, laughing so violently that every hideous scar on his arm was Jitter along with it. With wild flames burning in his eyes, he drew out the famous knife and tooth, leaned forward and charged forward, the blade of which cut waves of mud and tumbling on the ground behind him.