"It's time to leave, Miss Six." Ye Ling heard someone calling him in the bustling crowd.

"I know." She agreed casually, then looked at the blue comet slowly passing by in the distance.

Even though they were so far apart, Ye Ling could feel the surging magic power and the will to die.

‘Is this war? It’s so terrible?’ Ye Ling jumped off the steps and followed the team ahead.

The originally dark sky lit up a flash, illuminating the world into daylight in an instant, and then slowly dissipated. The dragon chariot that was originally flying west was penetrated by the blue flame comet. The structure was broken through layer by layer, and countless pieces and flames splashed and exploded. The surging blue flame spread inside the dragon chariot, flooding, expanding, and exploding.

When the dazzling flames dissipated, the originally majestic and luxurious dragon chariot was already ruined, with its raging fires burning everywhere inside and outside, slowly falling from the sky.

The roar of the dragon and the dragged cables could not stop the dragon chariot, which symbolized the emperor, from falling slowly. With the last loud bang, the dragon chariot landed on the west side of the palace, smashed several halls, plowed layers of bricks and stones and soil on the ground and finally stopped.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

Among the flames and ruins, several dragon riders who were accompanying him descended from the sky, and then some personal troops arrived, flipping through the ruins of the flames, trying to find the figure of the young emperor.

"Ahem... Damn."

Amid the cough, a minister wearing a silver embroidered background stood up from the collapsed dragon chariot beam, then staggered out of the flames, and then several people crawled out of the dragon chariot one after another. Some were covered in burns, and some were already incomplete. Although miserable, they finally survived.

The other ministers and guards who followed the emperor on the dragon chariot were not so lucky. Most of them died in the spreading blue flames, and less than one or two could survive under this impact.

"Son of Heaven, where is the emperor?"

In the ruins of burning flames, a general wearing golden and red armor led the crowd to step in anxiously. He grabbed a sensible minister and asked loudly, with an anxious face.

Seeing that the extremely weak minister was about to be shaken to death by him, the other party finally struggled to speak, "Cough... I don't know, but the emperor may still be alive, just in the dragon chariot."

After saying that, the minister was thrown aside, and the general asked his soldiers to immediately rush into the sea of ​​fire to seek rescue and look for the figure of the emperor. After doing this, he still couldn't settle down, and he asked someone to immediately look for fire-fighting equipment. Until a few minutes later, a group of red-scaled halberd guards appeared with dragon heads and fish tail metal tools.

As the tail of the fish lit up the pattern of magic gathering, the light spread to the dragon's head, and the cold white mist smoke gushed out, pounced on the raging fire burning in the dragon chariot. These instruments arranged in Luojing used to extinguish fire finally took effect.

The wet ruins were covered with black gray and sludge. Soldiers rushed to dig out the structure of the dragon chariot to find the emperor in the center. At the same time, the roar of the roar in the distance was getting closer and closer, which made everyone present anxious.

Now that Luojing is about to fall, the defenders in the city are still resisting, there is not much fighting spirit left. The dragon chariot that the emperor rides falls, and his life and death are unknown. If the loyal monarch dies, their resistance today will become meaningless.

Time passed by minute by minute, and from time to time, the cold iron dragon cavalry of the Northern Palace Army came down from time to time, but they were all stopped and repelled by the guards of the Golden Croe Dragon Cavalry. Although they were not many, their strength was much higher than that of the ordinary Red Croe Dragon Cavalry. They were all royal relatives and extremely loyal.

"I found it, I found Your Majesty!" Finally, a scream rang out in the ruins, and then everyone's eyes suddenly gathered there.

The extremely weak emperor was helped by the soldiers to walk out of the ruins. His consciousness seemed to be unconscious, and the dragon suit on his body was full of burnt and incomplete traces.

"It's good to be alive, it's good to be alive." The general was very surprised, then strode forward, helped the emperor well, and then ordered everyone.

"Everyone follows me to protect the emperor and leave Luojing."

"Yes, sir!" Now that I was full of energy, many people also recovered some hope.

If you want to say who in Luojing doesn’t want the emperor to die the most, it is the general who commands the Red Scale Guard. He is from the emperor’s mother’s family and the elder brother of the emperor’s mother. It can be said that the glory of the clan is placed on this new king. If the emperor dies, not only will their clan be defeated back to its original form, but they will also be besieged and liquidated by other jealous and grudged families.

Although all dynasties have said that foreign relatives are not good at interfering in politics, if it were not for the existence of these foreign relatives, how could the emperor with low qualifications hold the throne? Without the support of his confidant and loyal people, even if the emperor has the reputation of being a great righteous person, he will easily be under the guise of being a puppet and at the mercy of others.

He helped the almost unconscious emperor to the dragon's back and set off again. This time he would hide more without making any big fuss.

Although the dragon cavalry of the Northern Mansion Army discovered the whereabouts of this group in the sky, the battlefield was in chaos and corruption, and it was impossible to immediately organize a large number of people to chase and kill.

The soldiers on the ground cannot fly, and are blocked by the chaotic crowds and buildings in the city. There are not many dragon cavalry left in the sky. After all, they are facing the Red Crop Dragon Cavalry with a number of people exceeding their own. Even if they have raided some of them by relying on the cavalry's spear before siege, there are still many of these Red Crop Dragon Cavalry, which makes the Northern Cavalry unable to completely control the sky. They can only watch as the team carrying the emperor gradually disappears in the dark night sky under restraint and entanglement.

...

"Ahem, damn!"

A mouthful of black blood was spit out, and the young general, covered in scars and gray, and his armor was also broken, slowly stood up in the flames, and he had already surrounded the elite soldiers of the Northern Army who had defended him.

"Major General, don't be angry." An old doctor in blue stood behind him, holding a weeping willow branch, applied some healing potion to the wound on his back, and then patiently persuaded him.

"Although the hypocrite traveled west by the dragon, his strength has been greatly damaged and his subordinates have not many ministers to guard him. He is like a dog with a family. It is easy to catch up and wipe out later."

"On the contrary, you have to take care of yourself. Now the Northern Palace Army is fully supported by the general. If you encounter an accident, you may fall apart." The old man said while using some healing spells to regulate his internal injuries.

This general, who was embarrassed and covered in scars, was naturally Zhuo Fengtong, the son of Zhuo Muye, the commander of the Northern Prefecture Army, and one of the seven people who once climbed to the top of the Red Tower to fight swords.

Last night, he turned into a blue flame comet at the cost of liberation and burning, and almost smashed the dragon chariot, almost killing the emperor who was riding in it. Unfortunately, after the attack was used, Zhuo Fengtong was exhausted and his magic power was unable to chase him. If the giant dragon under him had not endured the pain and carried him back, he would have been killed on the spot by the Golden Bird Dragon Knight who came from behind.

Now that the east is white, the horizon is slowly lit up, and the long night is finally over.

The city of Luojing was in a mess, with collapsed buildings and ruins everywhere, with white smoke floating around with unfinished flames. Occasionally, there were sounds of asking for help and crying in the corner. Although the battle was not completely over, there was no force of resistance in the city. The soldiers of the Northern Palace Army were patrolling the streets in groups, blocking and laying the grounds, and gradually maintaining stability.

After receiving treatment, Zhuo Fengtong led two teams of guards to walk on the streets surrounded by white smoke, patrolling the situation on the streets. Wherever he saw, there were traces left by the battle last night. Many of them were black and gray cracked by gunpowder, stiff corpses, dried and solidified blood, and bricks and gravels that were lifted up.

After this war, the prosperous capital of Luojing, which used to be overwhelmed, will never exist again.

He felt a little regretful and emotional. Although he lived in Luojing for a few years when he was a child, his childhood memories had actually been blurred, and he was more of the days when he lived in the north with his father when he became an adult.

The last time he lived in Luojing for a long time, he was still fighting swordsmanship in the Chilou. At that time, he also received many invitations from relatives and friends, and rushed to the banquet and party, made friends and met many peers, and got a lot of understanding of Luojing.

However, after the death of the previous emperor and the new king ascended the throne, these friends were all gone. Everyone had their own positions and camps, and they could not be as free and comfortable as before.

Zhuo Fengtong recalled these past events in his mind until a burst of rapid footsteps sounded from behind him.

"Major General, the commanders and the captain of Wanqi have gathered in the main palace of the palace, waiting for the master to go to review and discuss matters."

"Okay, I understand." He then replied, then looked at the towering and tall Golden Red Palace in the distance.

Compared with other buildings in Luojing, the palaces in the inner city of the palace are much taller and particularly eye-catching and majestic. If other houses are built on the ground, the inner city is built on a flat hill, but the palace walls are separated by each other and the foot of the mountain cannot be seen. Moreover, the ground in the palace is covered with white jade bricks and stones, which are magnificent and spacious. Walking from outside the palace to the inner palace of the palace is like climbing a mountain, you have to walk through the long white jade steps.

After re-dressing his solemn armor and riding a war horse, Zhuo Fengtong led two teams of cavalry toward the direction where the palace was.

...

The heavy palace gate slowly opened with the rotation of the iron chain, revealing the layers of steps about a hundred meters wide, including carved phoenix flowers and grass patterns, which are lifelike.

There is no more emperor, no need to pay attention to the king, nor do you have to follow the red tape, Zhuo Fengtong rode his war horse and rushed up the white jade steps.

The former imperial guards in the palace had long disappeared, and there were still a lot of blood on the ground. Now, guarding both sides of the right path are soldiers of the Northern Palace in white and silver armor. They also have large flags with black letters on white background and floating from time to time in the cold wind.

After walking up the steps, the hall where the king used to discuss matters, as well as the alien leader who followed the Northern Prefecture Army to fight.

When he arrived in front of the hall, Zhuo Fengtong turned over and dismounted, stepped into the hall with a group of guards, and then walked onto the platform where the emperor's jade throne was, and then turned around. Although the Northern Palace Army had driven the emperor away, Zhuo Fengtong did not sit on the jade throne, but just stood in front and spoke.

"In the battle yesterday, our army finally won triumph, and you all make a great contribution."

"No." Everyone clasped their fists and lowered their heads, then raised their bodies and looked at the major general.

"We are hereby the edict of Fenghuo, traveling thousands of miles, and sacrifice our lives and death, just to achieve the compassionate wish of the late emperor."

"Now that Luojing has been captured and occupied by our army, the hypocrite fled in a hurry. It can be said that there is no more effort. Just follow and wipe it out."

"After the two hypocrites were killed, we will die without regrets." He said in a deep voice, then his eyes slowly turned to the people in the hall and swept them one by one.

Many of them had bright eyes, and there seemed to be emotions surging in their eyes, but some were swaying their eyes and thinking about other things.

"I know that many people are worried about the future path for the Northern Prefecture Army. After achieving the Phoenix Fire Edict, where should we go, especially the northern allies who have followed here because of their father's personal prestige." He looked at a corner of the hall, where several alien commanders in beast robes and scimitar horns stood.

It was the ferocious beast led by these people who made great contributions last night and broke through the layers of defense lines of the Dragon Army. Otherwise, the outcome of the battle last night was unknown.

"Here, I will try my best to ensure that the soldiers of the Northern Prefecture Army can return to their hometown after the war. From then on, whether they get a sum of money to return to their homeland or choose another national organization to serve their loyalty, I will no longer object. That is your freedom and choice."

"As the phoenix fire edict said, the dynasty re-divided the country of the five phoenixes, and each one is in peace with the will of heaven. When the world is free, a sage will eventually come out again, and the old things of the five phoenixes will be done and the mountains and rivers will be re-determined."

"But, this separation and reunion may last for hundreds of years, and I'm afraid we won't be able to see it." He shook his head slowly.

"The past is like smoke. All we can do is turn into the phoenix tail fire, burn the last remnant, and bury it, so that the dynasty of the Pearlberry Flower is less famous in history books and more awesome loyalty."

"The flames are endless in the world. Perhaps future generations will inherit this will and open up a more peaceful and beautiful prosperous era." His voice was filled with melancholy, and the people in the hall were also silent, with countless emotions surging.

———

Two days later, Viagra.

At this time, the night was getting darker and the stars were everywhere. The evening breeze blew the mountains and forests, making a rustling sound. Although there was such a beautiful scenery, the people who were moving in the sky were probably not in the mood to appreciate it.

"Where is this?" The former emperor is now wearing black scaled armor on the dragon's back and asking his close ministers beside him.

"Your Majesty, this should be the Viagra."

Chengxia, also known as "Zhenxia", red clouds. [The Southern Dynasty Jiang Yan's "Empress of Emperor Taizu Gao of Qi": "Zhenxia breezes on the morning, and the blue smoke is in a daze."]

"From the west of Zixiazhou, the mountain gradually slows down. After another three hundred miles, the endless sea will be reached. We can travel through the sea. We can go west to Xihai Prefecture and go south to Longquan Bay for help. The Bibo Tianhai Pavilion is rich in the world. If they support them, recruit troops and horses, they can return to Luojing and conquer the world." In the night wind, Li Jingfang gave advice for the new king.

Although the dragon chariot fell in the flames that day, he did not die in it, but suffered some burns, and now he was wrapped in bandages on his arm.

With the advice of this minister, the new king felt much more relieved and felt that he was also much more comfortable flying at night.

Because the dragon cavalry of the Northern Mansion Army followed closely, they generally did not fly in the daytime, in case of being discovered, they would gallop at night and now they have walked hundreds of miles. In just one or two days and rush into the endless sea, the Northern Mansion Army would be unable to catch up with it.

In the night, the dragon wings waved, and the cold wind blew across his face and armor. Everyone's mood gradually improved a little. The two days of nervous escape made everyone nervous and uneasy, and it was only then that would relieve them.

Just as everyone was gradually immersed in the soothing night wind, a thunderous crow scream pierced the night sky.

"Who!" The accompanying dragon rider tightly grasped the weapon and looked down on the search with alert eyes.

In the past, extremely dark crows flew out from the originally quiet forest, and more and more, as if countless black snowflakes blown from the ground, sweeping up from below, covering the night sky. The sounds made were extremely noisy, making people almost deaf and panic.

Just as everyone was surprised and looked around in a daze, it seemed as if a signal sounded, and a red flame ignited on a crow's body, and then it spread rapidly. The thousands of crows were waving burning flames.

Fire crows covered the sky, swarming through the night sky, vaguely surrounding the group of people in the air. The burning flames on their bodies reflected the entire night sky, as if shrouded in a fiery red smoke.

These fire crows are definitely not ordinary monsters. After they are connected together, they seem to form some kind of resonance magic array, which faintly reveals the almost crazy surging magic power.

"Speaking the evil fire crow sect? How could this happen?"

Looking at the fire crows that twisted the air, dazzling high temperature, and even terrifyingly terrified, Li Jingfang's face turned pale and his voice was stunned.
To be continued...