The villain lord: Both the player and the protagonist want to kill me Xi Wei Jinshi

Deafening fighting sounds came from the direction of the gate of the Emerald Fortress.

Sacred white beams of light appeared from time to time, hitting the huge monster in the black cloud like thunder.

Lu En turned his head to look.

A figure riding a pink dragon could be vaguely seen in the clouds, holding a gleaming golden sword and shield, like a golden lightning hovering around the bone dragon.

The pink dragon breathed out the dragon's breath of ice and fire, and the knight's vindictive slash tore through the sky.

A group of unicorns formed a formation below.

A strangely shaped lightsaber is among them.

The lightsaber was spinning, and the holy flame gradually condensed on the sword.

Lu En didn't look any further, he walked down the city wall from the side ladder and came to his teacher.

He looked around, seeing corpses strewn all over the field, devastated everywhere.

Under the leadership of the Winter King, the soldiers of Winter City were like a rainbow, killing the undead and retreating. The horn blew again, three city gates opened, and the soldiers of the Emerald Fortress came out in full force. The huge Thunderbird flew in the sky. Hovering cast violent thunder and lightning on the undead, and the girl controlling the black cat was hidden among the soldiers. The petite black cat was very fierce, and could easily kill the powerful skeleton knight and absorb the fire of the undead in the skull.

Lu En withdrew his gaze and looked at Duke Beifeng.

The old knight just lay there sadly, the cold wind from the battlefield messed up his beard and hair, he closed his eyes, looking peaceful and serene.

Lu En looked at it for a while, then raised his hand to wipe away his tears. He put the long sword given to him by the old knight behind his back, and then found a pocket watch in the blood-soaked soil around him.

A bronze statue of his son is engraved in this pocket watch.

The Duke of Beifeng would often take it out to look at it.

That serious old face will always show a longing smile at this time.

Rune wanted to restrain the old knight's relics as much as possible, but he seemed powerless. The old knight's armor was completely shattered, full of cracks like porcelain hit fiercely by a blunt instrument, and the fragments were embedded in his flesh and blood, like Thousands of steel needles.

The old knight's weapon, the sledgehammer, was shattered into pieces, and the scorching thunder fire was still covering it. They smoked like dead branches inserted into the fire. Under the watchful eyes, it slowly melted away.

The hero cannot be buried here.

Rune wanted to try to carry away the old knight's body.

But the armor on the old knight was too heavy, and it was difficult to even lift one of his arms...

Footsteps could be heard.

They are soldiers and players from Winter City.

The moment they came to Lu En silently, they didn't say much, they just helped Lu En lift the Duke of North Wind. They tied the blood-stained cloak of the Duke of North Wind to the spear, and carried him towards the Emerald Fortress.

As for the horse of Duke Beifeng, there was no way to take it away.

Rune dug a grave for it, and put a tombstone on it, engraved on it: heroic and loyal servant, following in his master's footsteps, the good horse of the Duke of Northwind - Wuyun.

In the spring of next year, there must be a lot of flowers here.

Rune slowly followed the team transporting the body of the Duke of North Wind.

His heart was suffering from exhaustion and sadness. He kept reminding himself that everything he experienced now was just a game, but when he looked up and saw the old man on the stretcher, he still couldn't help feeling tight in his chest like a boulder Pressed on it, the limbs struggled as if they were filled with lead.

The cold wind of the fortress blows in the face.

The warm tears became cold as soon as they gushed out, but when they slid to the mouth, they were still salty and bitter.

Rain fell in the misty sky, and the fire in front of the Emerald Fortress was extinguished.

A group of knights rode out through the open gate.

They are native troops under the command of the Duke of North Wind.

These visored knights cannot see faces.

They stood on both sides of the city gate, got off their horses, knelt on the ground on one knee, held the knight's gun in their right hand, and put their left fist on their chest. With their heads lowered, they quietly guarded the body of the Duke of North Wind and walked slowly towards the city gate.

"Woo-woo-"

The muffled horn sounded again.

These knights got on their horses, lined up again, and rode their horses towards the direction of the battlefield.

The figure of them riding away is getting further and further away.

There was only a murderous roar in the air.

"kill--!"

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on the core battlefield.

The fighting situation became more and more intense.

It's a bloody battle!

King to king, to generals.

The legendary ghost dragon was completely restrained by King Winter and his unicorns.

The undead on the frontal battlefield became the last enemy of the defenders of the Emerald Fortress.

But that doesn't mean the battle will be easy.

The undead came menacingly.

Many of them are high-level undead summoned by ghost dragons. Among them are difficult liches and black knights, and even evil spirits that can suck away living souls just by touching people's bodies.

The clashing sounds of various swords, guns and shields can be heard endlessly.Fun Court

Among them are also mixed with the shouts of soldiers and the howls of the undead.

Horns and drums interweave into a magnificent symphony.

Skeletal trolls and skeletal orcs kept crawling out of the ancient soil layer, brandishing rusty weapons, roaring and howling, showing off their strong and decayed bodies.

Cremon led a large number of sky knights to shuttle back and forth among the waves of undead.

Black Cat and Thunderbird lead the way.

Their charge was violent, like a whirlwind of steel, and the infantry of the Emerald Keep followed behind the knights, murderous.

As soon as the skeleton orcs appear, Roy will appear in time. The golden lightsaber penetrates their skulls, and the power of time washes away the sinful souls of the dead. Awakened by the energy of death, but can only fall into an eternal sleep in unwillingness.

The number of undead is decreasing.

The cloud of death became thinner and thinner.

Strong winds are blowing, the rain is turning to the north, the sun is showing its face, and the balance of victory has been tilted in the direction of the defenders of the Emerald Fortress.

But in this clear sky, dragon roars suddenly sounded one after another.

People looked in the direction of the dragon roar.

I saw a sliver of morning light that had just appeared in the sky was suddenly covered by the black clouds in the distance, and the surroundings became dim, and more than a dozen flying figures were getting closer.

Pale bones, tattered wings.

Lan Youyou's will-o'-the-wisps of the undead burned in the eye sockets.

That turned out to be a large group of ghost dragons.

"Winter King!" Engus, who was suppressed by the Holy Sword of Star Dew, roared, his tone was quite relieved and proud: "You got the support of the elves and got the holy weapon against the undead, but Do you know that my layout is just like this?"

"Look! The ghost dragon army under my command will destroy the Emerald Fortress and turn all the creatures here into souls. The entire Northern Continent will eventually become a paradise for my souls! Jie Jie Jie..."