The moment he shouted for charge in the name of his ancestors, Artes was actually ready to die in battle.

Although doing so is unqualified for him as a prince and even more disregarding the overall situation, he felt relieved on the way to charge.

Because even if he died in battle, it would be much better than the scene of seeing the fire coming up in a nightmare, witnessing the fall of the king capital, and the despair of the people.

At least, at this moment, he saw the evil entering the country.

For Cormier, for his own people!

Carry the sword of the kingdom and lead the soldiers of the defending country!

With a passionate and anger, the sorrow of destroying the enemy!

And head to the bloody dawn!

Then, he suddenly saw Dawn, and the reinforcements promised by the bronze dragon, carrying the first ray of rising sunlight, swooped down from the Leiming Peak in the east towards the endless army of demons that stretched out in the valley!

This should have been an exciting thing, but Artes's mood was not relaxed at all, but instead felt inexplicably heavy and guilty.

Because...their numbers are so small.

Although it was only his life that the teleportation technique used by the caster himself could transport thousands of troops, this number was completely a drop in the bucket compared to the demon army that filled the entire valley at this moment.

but...

"I still thank you for your help. It's a pity that it seems that due to the lack of information, I am destined to die here together today."

Artes murmured, and after falling from the city wall, his head kept buzzing, only the long sword in his hand was waving mechanically with his muscle memory.

"Li Weiss! Here!" A call of excitement and joy suddenly came from beside him.

It was the half-elf named Ellinni.

Unlike Artes, even at the most desperate moment, Allinni always believed in the giant dragon she believed in, and believed that the brilliant dragon could bring protection and redemption to everyone.

What surprised Prince Cormier even more was that even though such a shout among the army could not be passed on far, the silver dragon on Lei Ming Peak, which seemed to be a little depressed, seemed to still hear the call from his combat nun.

Li Wei raised his head with a slight expression, and finally saw the army trapped in the encirclement at the break of the city gate. The sound of thunder began to echo in the valley:

"Oh! It seems my little nun is in a little trouble."

So, under the attention of the defenders and the vigilant eyes of the demons, the largest silver dragon took a deep breath, spread its wings covering the sky and soared from the cliff.

And as he swooped down, it seemed that the north wind and snow on the mountains and rivers were also taken down by him.

Wherever you pass, everything becomes frost.

Then a roar covering the entire mountain pass and the desert entrance sounded like a trumpet of attack:

"roar!!!!!"

The frost breath was obviously spitting out without any substance, but the demons who raised their heads along the way found that their feet were covered by the rapidly spreading frost and condensed towards their bodies, just like drowning people, who instinctively extended their hands to Cangkong.

In just a moment, a large piece of ice sculptures like Terracotta Warriors quickly took shape and continued to spread towards the gate of the Western city as Li Wei flew.

When Hotz swooped down from the hillside with his eight hundred cavalry, he didn't even need to slash deliberately. The impact of sitting down the magic vehicle was like bowling, and broken frozen meat splashed out everywhere, and the scene was extremely spectacular.

The demons who were not affected by this strange ice breath were about to cross over the unlucky ice sculpture compatriots to intercept these magic cavalrymen when they were swallowed up by the torrent of acid spurted out by the red copper dragon Syx. Before they could make a sound, they melted into the terrible artificially synthesized strong acid solution comparable to aquarium.

But when Artes and the others were stunned, the golden flames of the other golden dragon in the sky burst into a storm towards them...

Just when they thought they were about to die in the accidental injury of the "Siege of Friends", they found that the golden flames not only did not bring them any burning pain, but instead felt like they were bathing in a hot spring, and the physical trauma was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye...

There were even some seriously injured people who thought they were dead, who got up from the pile of corpses with a confused look on their faces, looking around in a daze, wondering whether their soul was so unlucky that they had come directly to the bloody battlefield in the lower plane...

this...

Many people were immediately confused. They only knew that the golden dragon had two breaths: flame and weakening. When did the golden dragon's breath still have the healing effect of magic?

Just when they were worried that the demons ahead would benefit from it, they found that the demons were all screaming and wailing in pain like candles lit by flames.

Artes lifted the sword that was already full of gaps, and then said to the guard beside him:

"Blow the horn of counterattack!"

Silvaras: "Restore our momentum!"

Artes looked at each other with Silvaras, the commander of the wind-talking swearing, not far away:

"In the witness of the previous kings, this horn will witness the moment when humans and elves shake hands and make peace without grudges!

Silvaras shook the long knife in his hand:

"We will also witness our heroic posture of drawing our swords and fighting side by side!

Prince Cormier ordered:

"Get out! Regain the lost Tivandun main gate and female wall!

"Come to our reinforcements! Buy time for the refugees' retreat!"

"For the glory of our ancestors!" The remaining purple dragon guards regained their momentum.

"For the glory of Mischonno!" The surviving wind whisperers also picked up the battle blade again.

“Woo~~~~~~~~~”

After a thousand years.

The desolate horn once again...

Maybe it's the last time...

Resounds through this forgotten valley.

Just when Artes and Sylvalas thought they were about to face the fatal blow of the Barol Flame Demon.

I saw the towering silver dragon also swooping towards this side and towards the Barolo Fire Demon.

However, the scene of two giants colliding did not happen. Instead, an extremely weird and weird visual fault appeared in their eyes.

Under the reflection of the morning light, the silver dragon seemed to have disappeared out of thin air twice in succession! It appeared closer again.

After the first disappearance, the figure of the silver dragon disappeared, replaced by a human figure wearing a blue arcane robe.

His clothes are as blue as the sea and his skin is as white as snow.

The handsome and beautiful face was filled with a hint of unconcealed sleepiness, the thick dark circles under the bags of eyes were more conspicuous and deep. The diamond-shaped red gem in the middle of the forehead added a mysterious color, and there were only the sound of mysterious spells in the mouth.

Every time he disappears, there will be a circle of twenty or thirty dazzling "Magic Balls" around him.

Whenever this happens, the corresponding number of golden runes on his arcane robe will dim.

When he appeared for the second time, under the resonance of the fierce magic ball of Shen Zhou, there was a silver-white spherical lightning bolt, so that he could not see his figure clearly.

"goodbye."

That was Li Wei's initial greeting and final farewell.

Wen Lena, who was in the crowd, dared to swear, would probably be a spellcasting accomplishment and gorgeous scene that she would never forget or reach in her life.

The Barlow Flame Demon also seemed to have noticed the fatal threat. He just pointed the beheading sword at the invading Silver Dragon and was about to cast his most powerful spell-like magic.

Rumble!

Accompanied by a dazzling thunder, at least more than fifty or sixty arcane techniques hit the Barlow Flame Demon's face.

Just as a thunder spear penetrated the body of the demon, various types of arcane effects burst out one after another on the confused Barol Flame Demon.

On the other end, Li Wei, who was covered in residual arcane glow and heat, rushed into the battlefield full of demons. The demon in the pit within a hundred feet was instantly evaporated by the remaining arcane magic energy.

"oh......"

The Barol Flame Demon behind him didn't even have time to say the last words like his "brother". With a "bang" in a wail, his head exploded on the spot, and the shattered skull shell and brain soil splashed the surrounding demons all over the heads and faces.

Then the demon body that had lost its head slowly fell down and made a roar like a mountain collapse.

Perhaps the scene of killing the Barlow Flame Demon in seconds was so shocking that the demon's offensive on the battlefield immediately stopped for a moment.

The demons around Li Wei were even more instinctively retreating.

Although they are not very afraid of death, they are afraid of powerful power!

There is no doubt that the "silver dragon" in front of me at this moment.

With the terrible power of Bi Ni’s entire audience!

But only Li Wei himself knows how weak he is now...

In order to solve hidden dangers and reduce casualties as soon as possible, he directly used the learning achievements over the past 30 years.

He reviewed the method of competing with the magical sucking monster named "Carlos" back then.

That is: 9-rings [Arcane time stop] + 9-rings [Arcane copy] with the ultimate spell bonus.

The result of the addition of the two is that he extended his time frame by nearly half a minute.

And in this time when everyone's vision disappeared, he could use his magic storage runes to accumulate the number of arcane techniques that Carlos was stunned by that time.

But everything has a price...

The superimposed release of the extremely effective arcane magic has led to a terrible critical point in a short period of time. If he hadn't stopped in time, he wouldn't have known what kind of qualitative changes and consequences would have happened.

At this moment, he felt that his energy was exhausted, and his eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds...
To be continued...