Five Hundred and Forty-Five Lonely Figures

"What are you looking at!" Standing on the city wall, watching countless knights charge into the devil's phalanx, immediately blood splattered and heads rolled, the Greckon officer shouted loudly to his subordinates: "Fortify the walls! We have no time to waste!"

"It was those cavalry who bought us time to re-establish our defense line! Gentlemen! Fight to the end! Don't take a step back!" On the other side, another officer was also loudly reminding his subordinates.

The Greckon soldiers who had just stepped up to the top of the city looked at the sharp claw marks on the broken crenels at the top of the city, and the knights who were about to be drowned in the sea of ​​demon men in the distance, and they didn't know what it was like.

"The magic catapult is ready! It can be launched at any time." On the Grekken position not far from the Wolan pass, an officer loudly reported the weapon preparations to his commander.

Dozens of officers standing on the high ground not far away held their long swords and were looking at the city wall of the pass surrounded by gunpowder, burning with anxiety.

"Launch immediately!" The commander, who had been standing on a high place, watching the bloody battle of the soldiers on the ground, finally spoke: "Throw all the magic energy ammunition that can be found into the demon's army formation! Repel them! "

"The devil won't retreat on its own initiative! General!" The fat female magician in a robe reminded her in an unpleasant voice, "Please let me go to the front line and help fight down the demon army!"

"The other party is waiting for you!" The leading general shook his head, obviously unwilling to expose his side's high-end combat power.

Of course, he also knew that the demon general had not been dispatched for a long time, and he was also waiting for an excellent opportunity to enter. Once they find the senior mages of Grekken, they will definitely attack in groups and destroy the precious Grekkon mages.

"Let me watch these demons slaughter our soldiers. I can't swallow this breath. I would rather die here with them!" the chubby female magician said angrily.

At this time, the old magician standing beside her said: "My child, you are still young, so you should leave it to me, an old man, to do things like this today."

"You old guy... Do you still want to grab this kind of thing?" The woman frowned, looked at the hunched old man, and said reluctantly: "You old bone, you should save it at the last moment!"

"I'm getting old, of course I'm going to throw the last chance to you young people." The old man said as he took a step forward. The magic wand in his hand was not as exquisite as that of Longsardley, but It can also be seen that it is not ordinary.

"I've been through too many battles like this,

I have been holding the line, watching my son die like this, watching my grandson die like this, and finally watching many little guys like you die..." He walked, chattering, as if recalling own life.

Halfway through the walk, he stopped, turned his head, and looked at the fat woman: "Say goodbye to Vivienne for me... She has lived in Ela Hill for more than a year, and I can't hear her chatter." Nah, I still miss it a lot.”

The old man's articulation was not clear anymore, and he referred to Elan Hill as Ella Hill. However, his mouth with one missing tooth was smiling, which made people feel that the farewell in front of him was somewhat funny.

"If you come back, I'll introduce you to the old lady in my neighbor's house." The woman finally couldn't hold back her tears when she said this: "If you don't come back, I'll be here to avenge you! "

"Stupid girl..." The old man chuckled, and got up. At this moment, he was no longer that old bad old man, but turned into a great magician who held the world in his hands.

"...maouxika..." Singing a mantra, a dazzling magic circle gathered above the old man's head, shining in the sky covered by dark clouds, as dazzling as the moonlight in the dark night.

He flew towards the wall blocking the entrance of Wolan, using huge spells one after another while flying. Those fireballs and ice cones fell into the phalanx of the demon army one after another, and countless demons were shattered under the attack of these magics.

On the low parapet position, the things thrown by the devil's catapult rolled down to the feet of humans. It was a broken and incomplete corpse of a giant horse rider.

The heads and arms thrown by the catapult hit the thick shield of human soldiers, and it seemed to hit everyone's heart.

The devil's archers tirelessly started a new round of projectiles. Grekken's soldiers spliced ​​their shields together and put them on top of their heads, listening to the bows and arrows hitting the shields, making a pleasant sound, like raindrops hitting Sounds like roof eaves.

Accompanied by these sounds, the demon's huge horn echoed again, and the two-meter-tall demon warriors continued to move forward. They were also equipped with huge shields, and held long swords as thick as iron maces in their hands.

"Roar! Roar!" These phalanxes were clearly the main force of the demon army, and every time they took a step forward, the demon soldiers would let out a deep roar. With their roars, these demons are getting closer and closer to the human defense line.

And just as these demons roared and moved forward, in the distant sky, one after another, B-25 bombers with Grecon's emblem painted on their wings rushed out of the clouds.

More than 20 B-25 bombers rushed into the sky above the battlefield aggressively, and then opened their bomb bays amidst the dense anti-air fireballs of the demons.

The aerial bomb hanging on the bomb pylon vibrated slightly in the airflow, and then after the bombardier pressed the bomb release switch, it broke away from the pylon and fell to the ground.

A few seconds later, those roaring demon infantry were engulfed by the huge explosion and tumbling flames.

Before the huge explosion was over, the figure of the old magician passed over the defense line of the city wall. He waved the magic wand in his hand lightly, and the tumbling flame seemed to have life, splitting into countless fireballs, and crashing into the surrounding demon soldiers who survived.

In an instant, thousands of demon soldiers were engulfed by the flames, and the remaining demon troops also stopped advancing, braving the fire of magic bullets, rearranging their cumbersome formations.

After seeing the killing speed of Alan Hill, these demons seemed very calm in the face of Greckon's attack.

The wreckage of the crashed demon floating city Borlunk is still lying there, and the bones of the demon prince Saruxis who was hit in the face by the nuclear bomb are still not cold. up a level.

Looking at the shattered human magician in the sky from a distance, a demon general drew out the long sword at his waist, and slowly spread the fleshy wings behind him.

Just when he was about to rush out to fight the human magician to the death, another demon general's arm appeared in front of him: "Don't worry! Wait a minute! Wait until the magician's mana is almost exhausted, and then you can kill him." !"

"Doing this, it's not fighting, it's hunting, isn't it?" The blocked demon snorted dissatisfiedly, but returned the long sword in his hand to the scabbard.

Seeing that his companions had resisted the impulse, the demon general at the head waved his hand lightly, and ordered the messengers behind him: "Let the magic dragon dispatch! Clean up the sky! Those dragon knights are really annoying..."

"Roar!" Behind him, a huge black demon dragon raised its head to the sky and roared loudly. Its huge fleshy wings spread out against the wind, covering a phalanx of demon infantry at once.

At the same time, farther away, the same dragon roared, and one after another the dragon flapped its wings and flew into the air, surrounded by hundreds of devil bats.

On the opposite side of these magic dragons, there are only a dozen or so sparsely left of the Grekken dragon knights who are still diving and attacking on the battlefield.

Seeing those black magic dragons take off into the sky, the fleshy Greckon female magician wanted to go forward, but was also stopped by someone.

The one who blocked her was the commander of the Battle of the Pass. He shook his head at the female magician and said, "Our combat goal is to delay time... If you press together, the demons will press at the same time. Our defense The time is shortened."

"Then just watch?" The female magician looked excited, pointing to the old magician who had attracted countless demon firepower in the distance: "Fill in the lives of magicians one by one?"

"What can I do?" The commander also became agitated, and shouted sharply: "Aren't the soldiers filling in with their own lives? When necessary, I will also fill in!" After he finished speaking, he withdrew himself arm, stood there silently.

On the wall of the Wallan pass, a few soldiers covered in blood pierced a demon who had just climbed up to the top of the wall with their spears, and pushed him down from the top of the wall.

But the demon's corpse didn't fall very far, it fell on the corpses of other demons, and then rolled down the slope built up by the corpses.

The huge city wall, which was tens of meters high, had already been mostly buried by the corpses of the demon troops below the city wall.

Now, the attacking demons can climb to the top of the city wall without much effort. And because of this, the pressure on the Grecon magic warriors defending the city became even greater.

Behind these Grecon soldiers, the battle flag that symbolizes Grecon is still flying in the air, representing that on this side of the city wall, the hope of human civilization still exists, and freedom still exists.

"Go! Bring back the victory! Wipe out all the humans here!" Half an hour later, looking at the obtrusive flag on the human city in the distance, the demon commander waved his hand and signaled A demon general can be fully suppressed: "Don't let the source of magic down!"

"Yes!" More than a dozen demon generals came out together, spread their wings, and flew towards the lonely figure who was fighting with the dragon.

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Long Ling has always been added once by a leader, but yesterday I suddenly saw that a reader actually rewarded Long Ling with a million dollars. Long Ling's debts are already too many, and he owes a new debt before he can pay it off...

I can only add updates for the lord first, and then slowly make up for the debt... I hope you like this book, and thank you readers again for "repeating the important things", thank you for your support to Dragon Knight, and thank you Can love this "My Empire" so much.