Knight with Wand

On the vast land, the Orland army stood like an indestructible dam in front of the surging waves of corpses. The boundary between life and death gradually blurred here. The rolling sound of the earth-shattering sky was endless. Shouting, roaring, bugles, and drums were intertwined, and the terrifying noise was deafening.

The heavy hooves rumbled across the land one after another, leaving dense footprints. Thousands of Orland knights in heavy armor led tens of thousands of Feru heavy cavalry, surging out like surging waves, bravely charging, and crushing all the corpses that blocked them in the roar of iron hooves.

The iron cavalry killing formation soon engaged in close combat with the elite undead in heavy armor.

The weapons of the living and the dead collided in the air, bursting out dazzling sparks, and warriors and powerful corpses kept falling from the backs of horses.

Behind them, the mighty infantry phalanx formed a copper wall and iron barrier, and suddenly collided with the endless surging sea of ​​corpses.

The dull sound of sharp blades cutting into corpses, the sound of shields hitting bones, and the roars of warriors and the screams of the dead souls accompanied this land dyed red by blood and flames.

The shadow of the flying dragon swept across the sky, like a legendary god descending on the battlefield.

The bright red king's cloak fluttered, and Ledwin III held the iron chain and reins tightly, guiding the dragon beast under his seat to violently pass through the cluster of corpses in the air and pounce on the ground.

A deafening dragon roar sounded, and the hot dragon breath poured out from the overlord's huge mouth. The fire storm swept past and instantly swallowed up the dense black shadows.

Countless corpses and resentful souls wailed in the dragon flames and turned into ashes, and the air was filled with a pungent burnt smell.

The dragon body flapped its wings again and flew, leaving only a scorched earth on the battlefield ravaged by the curse.

At the forefront of the army, the warlock masters holding holy lamps and magic wands had their robes and armor flying in the bloody battle, and their eyes were flashing with magic lights of different colors.

The scattered elements gushed out from their mouths and eyes, as if they wanted to control the power of heaven and earth.

Master Hilgard chanted the spell loudly, swung the long hammer fiercely, and the wind blade suddenly rolled up a large number of corpses, crushing countless mummies into pieces.

The fingertips of another northern warlock jumped with arcs of electricity, and thunders blasted out from his palms, smashing the oncoming skeletons into large pieces of powder.

The warlock master in the distance controlled the raging flames in the center of the magic pattern circle, leaving pieces of charred corpses and charcoal bones wherever he passed.

More high-level warlocks were immersed in the gorgeous magic formation behind the army. Their chanting and the harmonious and orderly light of the seal surrounded everyone, and their eyes were gradually filled with deep starlight, as if they were peeping at the essence of all things.

The powerful elements brewed by a group of spellcasters gathered quickly in the sky until they could no longer restrain the violent energy. The majestic mana storm swept the battlefield with the destructive power that swept across thousands of troops.

In the distance, the haggard corpse wizards looked at the doomsday-like destructive magic from afar. They stood in the shadow of the soul bell corpse car, raised their skinny fingers high, and the soul car was like an open abyss portal, releasing a torrent of wronged souls like magic bombardment.

The ghosts rushed to the king's guards in front of Orland with endless resentment, trying to forcibly tear a crack in the solid defense line that protected the warlocks.

However, piercing screams exploded immediately. The royal guards holding halberds ignored the evil witchcraft that was breaking in the light in front of them. They stood still like mountains and kept killing the corpse ghost soldiers who rushed over.

Behind them, the lights blooming from the holy lamps of soul protection were like curtains, blocking the torrent of dead souls and the flying undead.

In the sky, the giant bat ghosts folded their wings and broke away from the aerial tangle with the Pegasus Knights.

They followed the distant command of the soul bell in the distance, and attacked the army formation below with a condensed magic aura at low altitude, launching a beheading raid.

A giant bat ghost fell into the square formation with a rumble. The undead monster waved its claws and killed a circle of soldiers who were besieging it. It ignored the swords and rushed towards the dazzling lantern light in front of it with a scream.

At this time, a completely different rhythm of footsteps came from the side and ran towards it.

The monster looked sideways as it galloped, and saw a barbarian giant wearing a scarlet black dragon emblem robe, holding an exaggerated giant warhammer, roaring with a big mouth and bringing a fishy wind, and suddenly swung the heavy hammer.

Boom! !

The terrible giant hammer smashed the giant bat ghost away fiercely, and the barbarian trolls let out excited bloodthirsty roars, and immediately stepped through the panicked and dodging Orland soldiers in front of them with their sturdy legs, and rushed into the enemy formation like a runaway.

On the battlefield with red eyes, tens of thousands of Orland soldiers who fought bravely, warlocks who called the wind and thunder, and knights who charged bravely were fighting to see the balance of victory.

The faces of the warlock apprentices gradually turned pale, and their bodies trembled due to excessive exploitation of magic power, and some even fell down due to exhaustion. But this persistence was not in vain. In the brief stalemate, the knights of Orland had already killed through the sea of ​​undead corpses.

Baron Kailan, wearing a stag-horn robe, led the way with a rune axe, followed closely by another great knight of Orland riding a Kalaq dragon lizard.

No undead could stop these two brave generals of the kingdom.

The two who slaughtered the ghouls like mowing grass led a large number of knights of honor behind them to form a fierce wall formation, and with an unstoppable momentum, they pressed forward to the soul bell carts that were running side by side in front of them.

In all directions, countless death cavalrymen wearing Uriah scale armor drove their skeleton warhorses to encircle the knights who were killing Orland.

In mid-air, Ledwin saw the undead fighting in a group behind him, knowing that victory was already decided, and immediately urged the dragon to stop burning the corpse tide in front of him, and instead flapped his wings to fly towards the undead cavalry that intercepted his knights.

The powerful dragon beast gave the undead army the final blow.

The huge dragon wings swept over the heads of the corpse wizards and the death cavalry, and the blazing dragon flames completely melted the resurrected dead and the soul bell carts that blasphemed life.

King Orland sat on the dragon's back and controlled his companions to soar into the air, his green eyes without sadness or joy. This was just another victory he had won without suspense.

Under the delay of the Kantadar people at the cost of their lives, the elite of the kingdom finally gathered here.

With the escort of the Holy Spirit Lamp, tens of thousands of main forces of the Orland army pushed the undead army back to the south of Mamor County.

Feeling the cold wind rushing into his helmet, Ledwin simply raised his visor and looked eastward.

Presumably, at this moment, his cousin, the Border Marquis of Deyatuk, was also leading his army out of the pass according to Trosa's plan, driving the flying dragon "Shanyan" to roast the seemingly endless corpse ghosts outside the pass.

After their two armies wiped out the undead in this area, the occupied area and the Dragon Claw Fortress will be completely bordered, and the north of Mamor will be connected as a whole.

Ledwin even felt a little relieved.

He couldn't help but feel that he and many people might have overestimated this undead disaster.

According to the current trend, as long as the battlefield on the side of the Holy Sun Church that brought the warning is not accidental, this sea of ​​corpses sweeping the earth can be slowly eliminated.

Indeed, if the disaster occurred in Orland, I am afraid that millions of deaths and injuries would undoubtedly be a disaster for the kingdom.

Fortunately, all the troubles started from the border of Kantadar, and the mysterious little baron gave him a weapon to fight against the magic of the dead ghosts.

Dragon Claw Fortress has begun to build the Holy Spirit Guardian Tower on the blueprint. As long as the city passes on the border of the kingdom are quickly built with magic lighthouses to resist the invasion of the undead, even if the situation gets worse and the army retreats to Orland, the situation can still be stabilized.

Ledwin thought, turned his dragon, and urged the overlord to continue to spread the flames to eliminate the gradually disintegrating corpse tide below and the scattered corpses in the air.

If it weren't for the fact that the other party's experience investigated was really unreasonable, Ledwin even had some doubts in his heart. Would this disaster be a drama directed and performed by the young wizard and the possible spellcaster organization behind him to retaliate against Kantadar?

He shook his head in his heart and put aside this necessary suspicion for the time being. If the young man really had such power, there would be no need to go through so much trouble.

What secrets does this little baron of the Thorn Flower family have, and whether he can be used completely for his own benefit, can be slowly investigated after the war.

Looking at the battlefield below that has begun to clean up the mess, relying on his own veteran Trosa to help him command the overall situation, Ledwin's thoughts gradually began to consider how to go south as soon as possible, reunite with the troublesome little daughter, and use the so-called coalition led by Sobonitz to completely push the undead to the south of Kantadar.

At this time.

A rather restless mood fluctuation suddenly came into his mind.

Feeling the vigilance and uneasiness from the dragon beast under his seat, Ledwin III's attention returned to the sky in front of him.

The sound of the wind in his ears and the fighting below were as far as his eyes could see, and his vision seemed to be stained with a layer of unreal distortion.

Sitting on the dragon saddle, he urged the Overlord to return to the sky above his own army.

As the dragon's wings flapped, Ledwin looked around, trying to catch the subtle fluctuations that made the overlord feel uneasy.

Just as it flew lower and lower, approaching the Orland army, a piercing sound suddenly exploded from the top of his head, like the roar of a giant beast shaking every inch of space.

Ledwin looked up suddenly.

In his sight, a terrifying giant beast that seemed to be real but not real, pierced through the broken clouds and rushed towards him.

Is it a... Undead flying dragon? !

A strange light flashed under the corpse dragon's body, and the nether fire jumped in its huge skull. The bright red flesh wings were like ghost fire in the dead night, emitting ominous thick fog.

The symbol of the bloodline that had no time to anger was also desecrated in this way. King Orland heard a trembling hoarse roar in his ears.

"——Leadwin!"

On the saddle of the corpse dragon, the eyes of the corpse ghost lord with a haggard face seemed to be connected to the abyss, and the undead flying dragon let out a shrill roar.

The air combat experience he had developed in the civil war drove Leadwin to immediately urge the Overlord to turn to low altitude.

The dark dragon dragging the dim light fanned the wind and chased after it, and with it came dense corpse demons and bat ghosts.

The whistling cold wind blew across his cold face. Leadwin looked back at the pursuing undead and found that the speed of the corpse dragon was beyond imagination, as if it completely ignored the resistance of the wind.

There was no time to distance himself. Leadwin pulled the reins hard and ordered the Overlord to flap his huge wings and take off in the wind, swing his tail in the air and turn around, and open his mouth to spit out dragon breath.

——Huh!! A storm-like scorching fire column broke through the air towards the corpse dragon.

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The skeleton dragon opened its mouth almost at the same time.

A dark green magic flame also spit out from the mouth of the undead dragon.

——Boom! !

One red and one blue, two surging elemental energies suddenly met in mid-air, and the dazzling pulses emitted by the interweaving of flames and nether fire almost illuminated the entire half-bright and half-dark cloudy sky.

The intersection of the two destructive forces continued to burn, stirring up rolling heat waves, and the air was filled with a strong smell of sulfur and the stench of decay. The two forces continued to fight.

Until the two flying dragons finally crossed each other, the collision of the giant beasts made a loud noise.

The Hades Dragon and the Fire Dragon were entangled.

Their figures rolled and circled in the air, and every collision was accompanied by a terrifying dragon roar, and they fell from the sky to the earth together.

The smoke and dust spread, and the guards rushed to the battlefield where the king fell in horror. However, at some point, the corpse ghosts scattered all over the mountains and plains had stopped running back to the dark clouds.

The sluggish undead turned around, faced the chasing warriors, roared to the sky, and pounced on the living on the battlefield again.

And behind the high hills in the distance, countless fluttering broken battle flags slowly entered the field of vision of the Orland soldiers under the dark clouds

Bardim County.

The eastern border of Cantadar.

The turbulent river is now the natural boundary separating the two countries of Kantadar and Serian.

Although this place was once Serian's territory, it has been occupied by the Kantadars since the war hundreds of years ago.

Wu Zhui leisurely strolled in the dim sunset and drank water happily at the shallows.

Leon half sat on a big rock on the river bank, looking at the dark land on the other side.

Behind him were the knights standing solemnly by the side, guarding the commander of the whole army.

This is one of the starting points for Kantadar to launch the eastward invasion, but whether it is here on the river or on the other side, in a year, everything has changed.

"We can go home, but I don't know, and I dare not think, what if our family."

Lohak stopped talking, pressed his best friend's shoulder, and looked in the direction of his homeland with an insoluble pain in his heart.

"No matter what we see in the end, we must face it. I promise you that even in the worst case, I will find a way to let everyone's loved ones rest in peace." Leon patted his brother's hand.

He stood up and whistled. The black horse in the distance immediately jumped and returned to its master with light hooves.

Leon mounted his mount and retracted his gaze for the time being.

For more than half a month, the coalition forces' rapid expedition to the south of Kilmerton Pass finally recovered all the important towns in the entire Baldim County.

Pushing the control area to the border of Kantadar, Rolandal is already within reach.

At present, the army is only more than 100 kilometers away from the Holy Land City behind the river bank.

What a pity.

The days of fighting have made the army tired, and how to march into the territory of Serian and recapture Laura's residence requires reconnaissance, reorganization of the army, and long-term planning.

Order the knights to return to the border town they have just captured.

Walking on the path, Leon saw Olivia raise her head with some awareness.

He habitually looked in the direction of his biological radar.

In the direction of the setting sun, a small black dot was flying at high speed.

"It's Sir Tiger who followed Earl Langston to the south." Olivia turned her head and reminded.

For the only old lion scorpion knight in the coalition, everyone was not unfamiliar.

Hearing that both himself and his lion scorpion partner were old and had not participated in the war for many years, they did not join King Aviut's eastward expedition army and now escaped.

Watching the other party fall into the town from a distance, Leon squeezed his horse's belly and sped up.

"Let's go and have a look. I hope it's not Earl Langston who is urging me to go south again." Leon was helpless.

Everyone had just returned to the barracks on horseback.

Then they saw Corvis with a serious expression, rushing over eagerly.

Leon felt something was wrong and dismounted to meet him.

"What happened?"

"My Lord! Sir Tiger reported that the town of Achelita was lost! The army guarding the south was defeated, Earl Langstone was killed! Baron Balfe was seriously injured!"