Shaman from Afar

"Alas ... this surprise is really ... too pleasant."

Took a deep breath, and the elven little prince with a collapsed shoulder showed a helpless expression and hummed a few times.

And the generals around him are not so "comfortable" ... Dead silence is really dead silence.

literal meaning.

Not only because the "secret weapon" of Eugen was killed, but as the morale-reviving Bain legion pressed, the right wing of the Azores elf army had already shown a tendency to collapse!

Compared with the middle wing and the left wing, the right wing close to the Jewel River cannot put down too many troops because of terrain factors. The warrior leaders of the Azores do n’t want to have a hard battle with the Bayern knight on this open ground. Several **** battles can prove that, think The price to be paid for blocking the charge of the Byrne Knight is too heavy to be worth the loss.

Therefore, when arranging the battlefield, even Rodria Azore also tended the heavy soldiers to the other two battlefields. The right wing prepared a lot of fortifications to ensure that they would not be chased by the Bayern Knights when retreating.

And now ... nearly two-fifths of the right-wing casualties, the most important large number of elite warriors in command fell into the raids of Eugen and Byrne Knights, and the system collapsed, and it was impossible to organize effective defense.

The only way is to mobilize the reserve army.

This is incredible ... In the eyes of elf warriors, how should the empire that has already retreated in the midfield battlefield and almost left the army on the left mobilize the reserve army ... The result is that you ca n’t stand it first, but you are yourself?

But this also means that the Azores will be the first to mobilize the reserve army on the battlefield; the scale of victory has begun to lean towards the Empire.

Ridiculous, ridiculous ... but it is extremely cruel reality.

We ... the Azores ... the meaning of life and death ... reviving Wang Ting ’s hope ...

Is it all over ...?

Disappointment, unwillingness, anger, despair, sorrow, pain ... In the atmosphere of silence and silence, the expressions of the warrior leaders are wonderful.

Rodria Azore chuckled slightly and frowned slightly.

Even when Eugen was killed, he only smiled helplessly. It was better to say that Eugen was killed because it should have happened, and he did not intend to let him survive at the beginning, which is acceptable.

A madman, a beast, can make the weakest right wing stay in front of the Byrne Legion for so long ... It is enough to pay back.

Really made him feel a little panic, it was Brandon de Salion who had not yet started.

"Obviously all the winning tickets are in hand ..."

He is very clear that the "His Royal Highness" on the opposite side ... should be His Majesty ... is almost the same kind of personality as himself. He can't think of turning over, nor can he watch the victory in his close proximity.

Can make such people endure ... there is only a bigger turnaround, a bigger turnaround.

What is he expecting? !

Lorren Turin ... What the **** is he doing? !

"How is the situation in the king's court?" The little elf prince turned back without warning and asked an elf warrior behind him.

"The speed of the squad is being accelerated. According to the information from the port guards, half of the imperial people who invaded the king's court have been eliminated!"

Elf warrior came forward and replied: "The rest of the invaders have also been exposed. The opponent's resistance is very strong. Sergeant Wang Tingshou is organizing more troops in the city to suppress them."

"is it?"

The elf little prince who got the reply smiled slightly, and the uneasiness in his heart became stronger.

"His Royal Highness, if it's not possible ..." A warrior leader stood up and said:

"Now the enemies in the city are almost destroyed, and there is still no victory in frontal battles ... Otherwise, can we try to negotiate with the Empire?"

"Peace talk?"

Rodria's eyes lit up as if he heard something unexpectedly good.

"Yes, peace talks ... As long as the imperials are allowed to withdraw from the Jewel River area, pay some price to ensure that they only occupy Eboden and the surrounding territories, as long as the other party understands how much it will cost to continue fighting, there should be a chance ..."

"Yeah, why didn't I think of it! We can talk!" The ecstatic elf little prince didn't wait for the warrior to finish, and he happily interrupted:

"Although we destroyed their ocean-going fleet and captured their most important port city; but it does not matter, because we also paid a very heavy price!"

"Although we killed their emperor, it seems that they are still two but it doesn't matter, because my respected father, the great eagle king, also fell in the Arctic Ice Field, everyone is the same!"

"Although we killed the imperial emperor's uncle and plundered more than half of Sacran plus the capital city outside; but this is not a problem, haven't we already replaced them now ?!"

"Although we once captured Lotel and killed the Duke of Lotel; but what's wrong with this, anyway, that guy is only a lord of a small remote country, imperial people can't be so ignorant of current affairs, right?"

"So, peace talks! It's so good, how come I didn't expect it, thank you so much!"

Every ecstatic elf prince said, the cold sweat on the elf warrior's face was one more point. When Rodria happily slapped him on the shoulder, the burly figure even shivered and almost fell.

Fear, diffused in his heart, overflowing from his pupils.

The elven little prince gradually converged, only leaving a sneer in the corner of his mouth.

"When the first Azore elf set foot on this land, we had an endless relationship with the Empire ... Your Excellency." Rodria said coldly:

"At this stage of the battle, either we defeated them, and we drove straight to take the capital of Golovin, recaptured the Eagle Fort and the Deep Forest to the west, and opened the passage to the Wuyue Court ... The Azores have the hope of revival.

"So don't let me hear what you say" peace talk "... Peace is the victor's toy. The only peace can only be the peace I gave to the Empire by hand, you know?"

"Ming, understand!"

"If so, what should I do next?"

"Here, under this, he will lead the five thousand reserve army to respond to the right wing and maintain the front ... Your Highness?"

"Maintain the front? No no no ... that's too wrong for you, I'm going to give you a more important task." The little elf prince raised his mouth:

"Take your warrior back to the city immediately, and siege the Empire in the city, if it is not possible ... find a way to destroy the tunnel occupied by them, bury them alive ... understand?"

"... Obey, obey!"

"Very good."

The elven little prince, whose smile disappeared, turned his eyes back to the battlefield in front of him.

…………………………

"Poof!"

The moment a long knife ripped open the shoulders of the gray pupil, a blood stain also appeared on the right shoulder of the elf warrior;

This is ... flaws!

Didn't care about the pain at all, and with his eyes wide open, Lucien stabbed the dagger into the elf warrior's neck.

The sword blade raised and his head fell to the ground.

Gasped for a long time, letting the **** gray pupils infiltrate his eyes without stopping, stepping on the corpses that had been piled under his feet, as if surrounded by enemies like a bitter beast.

Relying on this almost lifeless sending, the pressure of the female elf behind him is greatly reduced, and only needs to be protected on the side of Albert.

Even so, the female elves who have been fighting continuously have been covered with sweat. The sore muscles make her almost unable to hold the gun barrel. Every attack and resistance is like the body's instinctive reaction.

Both have reached the limit.

However, more and more enemies began to use the numerical advantages to form a blockade net, which compressed the space they could toss and toss little by little; each battle evolved into a decisive battle in a moment, and the distance between the blade and the gunpoint changed. The distance between life and death.

There is no struggle, no dodge, every time is a life-and-death fight.

And as the most stressed, blood-swept Lucien ... he could almost clearly feel that his body was undergoing some irreversible change.

It has been some signs since the battle of Centaurs, and it has only recently become obvious "change".

The line of sight in front of me seems to have melted completely, and I can no longer hear any sounds near my ears. My sore muscles are even unconscious ... Such a dying self is completely relying on the power of instinct and the evil spirits given by Asriel In the fight.

Grey pupils are very clear, if you go on like this, sooner or later ... No, it will soon be completely swallowed and eroded by the power of Asriel, and become nothing like the apostle of the evil god.

He will lose his freedom, lose his qualifications as a person, become a puppet and tool called by Asrell, and even become the cornerstone of his strength when he needs it ... or in other words, this was originally the goal of Asrere .

But ... such a result, I already knew it, right?

I knew very well from the moment I accepted this power that there must be such a day; but in order to catch up with Lord Loren and not be left behind by him as a burden, I still did it ... I did it without complaint.

A self-deprecating chuckle, letting the gray pupil of the blade torn his shoulders turn around vigorously, and the blade with the "force impact" swept across the sides, and the invisible "qi wave" cut the sneak attack elf warrior in two.

With the power of the "Blood Sorrow" samurai way, in theory, he can continue to fight like this before the power of the void is exhausted, but in fact ... even if all is exhausted, the mark of the evil **** left by Asriel will still be the source. Constantly infiltrating power, so that he can continue to fight.

So, what else are you afraid of?

"come!"

The whole body was exposed to blood, and the gray pupil with his upper body completely exposed opened his arms, holding the sword before the charged elf warrior: "Come and kill me!"

"Kill me, or be killed by me, let's try it!"

The indifferent elf warriors were completely unimpressed, and rushed to Lusiun without changing their faces.

That's right, that's it ...

The gray pupil with a sneer on the corner of his mouth gently moved the trap on his foot and was tied with two alchemy bombs ... the last two.

As long as the enemy detonates when they are close, they can kill half of the enemies at once and seal the tunnel ... Although they can only block one direction, they can also win a lot of time.

As for myself ... it was never Lucien's first consideration.

The blade approached, and the gray pupil who slowly leaned over made a gesture of counterattack, and the gray-blue pupil flashed endless killing intentions.

Five steps, four steps, three steps ...

It's now!

"Dang!"

Xueliang's spear snatched Lushen's blade at the last moment, and the female elf who was desperately rushed to grab him by the collar just before the alchemy bomb exploded, while leaping backwards.

"Boom!"

The cracked fire burst the tunnel, and the turbulent air wave knocked the two people out and fell heavily on the ground.

Click!

The sound of a crisp bone crack came, and the female elf's eyebrows were tight, staring at her right arm hit by falling stones, even her bones were broken by life and death, and the wound on the big arm was completely split, and she was still a little painful. Didn't feel it.

"what are you doing?!"

Lying down on the ground, Lusien couldn't help it.

"Save your life!"

The female elf was even more angry than him, and he lifted him up with his hair grabbed: "Look at yourself, do you know that you are going to die!"

"I can't die!"

"Soon!"

"So what, I can kill them all!"

The red-eyed Lucien glared at the female elf and shivered, his body soaked in blood trembling, his hands clasped with his sword raised, as if to prove something: "You, do you know if you want to miss this What a chance! "

"Now we are only blocking them for a while, we still have to be under siege for a while, we can't persevere for a long time, understand?"

"I don't understand!" The female elf glared and pushed him back: "Can you kill all the Azores outside ?!"

"There are hundreds of thousands and nearly a million Azores besides them. Can you kill them all by yourself ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ If you can, what are you waiting for?"

"I……"

"You can't do it! I can't do it, Loren can't do it, everyone can't do it. That's why we are here to take risks and to persevere here!" The elf looked at him :

"I don't know how much you are willing to die for Loren, but you must live for him, okay?"

Luo Sien's stunned eyes, pulling his hair, did not respond for a while. From childhood to large, only his father and Julie Wurz had reprimanded him like this, and did not react for a while.

The slightly frowning female elf dragged his hair and exerted a little force: "Ask you, okay?"

"Ah! Understand, understand, understand ..."

"Boom !!!"

Was another loud noise, and the whole tunnel shivered from top to bottom.

The two men, who were barely standing still, had no time to figure out the direction of the shock, and they felt a huge, indescribable sense of oppression as if it were substance, coming from the end of the tunnel.

"Hey, what's going on? What happened?"

Compared to a female elf with a blank face and unclear what happened, the astonished Lucien's eyes widened, and the unspeakable fear came from deep inside.

Such a power, he had actually realized from a person a long time ago ... twice.

Séior ...

Black Cross!