Chapter 282 Dawn at Dawn (Please Ask for Monthly Tickets at the Beginning of the Month)

The scarlet blood slowly gathered into the pupils, and the memories of the past broke free from the thousands of hideous calls and emerged in the depths of the soul again.

".You are still alive. Ah Qi." The five fingers that strangled their necks gradually relaxed, and the originally hatred voice softened.

Azerion's struggle froze instantly when he heard the monster's hoarse voice reveal his nickname when he was young.

"No!" The son of the noble widened his eyes in disbelief, "This is impossible!!" Feeling that the force on his throat no longer restrained him, Azerien kicked on the other party and broke free.

He turned over and fell to the terrace, fled from the other party with his hands and feet, and stumbled back, looking at the bloodthirsty monster who killed his Fengjun and countless comrades.

"You can't be him!!" Azerion muttered to himself in shock and retreated repeatedly.

But a familiar standard sword flashed through his mind.

Under the moonlight on the terrace, the tall crown of the ferocious battle helmet faded like snow, and Charleman's pale face appeared in front of Azerion.

".Father."

Looking at the face of the closest relative who appeared countless times in the dream in front of him, the boy gritted his teeth and tears couldn't help but slide from the corners of his eyes: "Who did it, what did they turn you into."

His angry and sad voice was trembling.

However, Blood Pupil's body seemed to be deaf, and just tentatively moved forward, trying to get closer to the lost blood relative.

".He betrayed you. He was with the kinkiller and walked with the sinner.

Correct his mistakes and let him let your child go back to you this time. You will never be separated again."

The snake hissing "remnant thoughts" lingering in his ears deeply hurt Charleman's soul.

The countless resentment in his mind tortured his consciousness at the same time.

The memory continued to blur, and the right hand holding the magic sword tightly trembled slightly, and bloodshots wrapped around his arm.

".Kill him, kill him, kill him, kill him, kill him

Kill him, kill him, kill him, kill him, kill him."

Thousands of murderous intent and call entangled like nightmare. Every atrocities encountered by Rolandar constantly stimulate the remaining reason of the dead, tyranny, anger, sadness, and fear. They are intertwined.

"Shut up!!!!!!"

The baron in blood armor struggled and roared to the sky. The magic storm stormed the air waves, the earth shook, the charred floor under his feet cracked like a spider web, and huge bricks and stones fell from the cracks in the hall to the lower floor of the fortress. .

The strong wind like a knife forced Azerian to cover his face, and his body was instantly lifted away, and with a bang, he fell deeply into the stone wall.

The dwarf's armor collapsed and ruptured, removing considerable force, but the heavy blow under the back of his head still made Azerien almost faint.

The blood filled Schalerman's eyes again.

A scarlet figure flashed, and he pressed the neck of the boy in front of him.

The bloody magic sword lifted up and the only living close relative was about to penetrate it.

However, every inch of the advancement sword moves in his hand, it seems to be resisted by a force.

".I give you the strength to revenge. Mortals

Listen to the last cry of your beloved and listen to her pain

You didn't see her ending and I'll let you know everything."

In his bloody and ferocious eyes, scenes of his wife being tortured to death flashed.

In my ears, the resentment and questioning of "love" to me was also heard.

The soul was resisting, and Shallerman roared with red eyes, and he angrily questioned his only son in front of him: "Why are you here! Why are you protecting these sinners who insulted your mother and destroyed our homeland! Answer me - Aqi!! ”

The hollow roar seemed as terrifying as it came from the abyss.

".It is you, the father who is in charge of those sinners who killed you and your mother.

I am protecting my friends, protecting those innocent people, and living up to the glory of Flarell."

Azerion grabbed his father's wrist tightly, and his teeth were bleeding when he smiled, but his eyes also showed calmness and comfort:

".As for my mother, she did not suffer insults or torture. I used myself and the treasure to deceive the thugs, hid my mother's body after she was killed, and please rest in peace, my father."

In an instant, the heartache from the soul penetrated countless noises into Shallerman's brain.

The resentful illusion of his wife in front of him was shattered, and his eyes saw Azerion's face again.

".I. What am I doing?" Consciousness whispered endlessly, Shaleman's bloody eyes trembled, letting go of his son, and retreating in dismay.

In the dark, he felt the blood-colored phantom that was following him again, and Shallerman's dragon-clawed hand armor grabbed his face.

His handsome appearance was immediately bloody and bloody, but the terrifying laceration that appeared almost healed immediately with his grasp.

“——Ahhhhhh!!!”

As the pain in the soul screamed, the bloody baron used his last reason to turn into blood mist, like a thick smoke drilling out of the fortress and soaring into the sky—

The scarlet color in the sky was like a pair of huge red mist dragon wings stretching out. At an extreme speed beyond imagination, Shallerman flew into the night sky with struggling and fleeing.

enduring the severe pain, Azerion struggled to break free from the sunken stone wall and fell heavily back to the sunken floor.

He struggled to get up, his eyes passing through the night on the terrace, staring deep in the direction of his father's missing.

He had imagined the worst case, that his parents' body was blasphemed by the undead spell, but he never expected that his close relatives would become the leader of the living enemy.

what to do? He doesn't know

Azerien endured the confusion and sorrow, drew out his sword to support his weak body, and turned around to leave the fortress restaurant that seemed to be about to collapse.

He held the walls of the corridor in the dark and staggered towards the stairs leading to the lower level.

As soon as I took a few steps, I vaguely heard a shout from a killing not far away.

A fire flashed ahead, and Azerien accelerated his pace and tried to call for help.

At the same time, a faint cold wind also came towards him, making him so shocked that he raised his sword to resist.

Scream! A sharp sound came, and another extremely sharp sword blade took him one step ahead, and cleanly penetrated the heart of the banshee in the darkness.

The flowing light flashed, and the sword was quickly pulled back. Then, the first sword was beheaded, the second sword was cut in half, and the movements were flowing.

As the demon body collapsed, the female knight with only mail on her upper body was covered in blood and covered in blood.

Agatha looked at the embarrassed young knight in front of her and breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, you did not die at the hands of that monster."

When Azerien heard this, he felt mixed feelings.

He nodded to the female knight and followed her to meet with the others: "Thank you for saving me, Sir Agatha."

"Save my life, I won't owe you." The prince's guard who held the Blade of Thorns in his left hand shook the blood off, looked back and shouted anxiously: "Come here, Sir Flarell is here!"

Several torches quickly gathered up. Azerien saw the Collin Knights covered in battle and hurried over with Avalon's servants and soldiers.

Collint, who came to rescue with a dying heart, saw that the chief executive survived the terrible monster, finally fell down.

"Where are the others?" Azerien asked with luck, his eyes swept around and found that there were many familiar figures missing.

Hearing Azeryan's inquiry, the grief on Collint's face was unconcealed: "Caven and Ryan have been honorably killed in battle, and the knights of the family took His Excellency David to evacuate from the other street.

Sir, let's go quickly. His Excellency Ron is leading the Chateaux's people's back to attract those blood-sucking monsters who hate the Kantadals. We must seize the time to go to the suspension bridge on the west side of the fortress and escape back to the city wall. ”

Azerien felt sad.

He knew very well what fate would the Chateau mercenaries who chose to be defeated behind the defeated army eventually faced.

After crossing the Iserin Valley and marching to the plains of the terrain, Leon no longer cared about possible ambush and forced the entire army to go day and night.

South of the valley, I encountered thousands of undead ambushed by Rolandar. After a bloody battle, I paid a lot of war and finally wiped out the strange and powerful enemies. Although I won the victory, Leon's anxiety became more and more serious. Strong.

These undead troops were much faster than the previous corpse of ghouls. They didn't even carry the soul bell corpse cart, so they took the initiative to invade the realm outside the clouds.

Leon had a premonition that with their mode of action, the Kilmerton Fortress at this moment might be facing a similar huge threat.

Under the stars and moon, Leon on the horse's back looked sideways at Lohak, who had been silent for several days, thinking that he was still thinking about the 'vampire' knights and banshees before they were eliminated. ”

Although there is a legend of a blood-sucking monster in this life, there is no specific concept of a vampire. This name is still the name given to those strange undead based on similar existences in the previous life.

Leon had no choice but to enlighten his brother: "Don't take their resentment from the dead and resurrected souls to heart, and the dead souls are exploited by the enemy. If they really have the will and mind of revenge, then the primary goal should be those who really kill Rolander. Er's direct murderer, the undead army transformed by the Kantadar Eastern Expedition Army, and the enemy behind them who manipulated them.

But now, even the people in Serien are now slaughtered by the undead natural disaster without any mercy. You also know the tragic situation that Lord Erim and the Deneshien rangers knew when they passed by Serien.

We are fighting this disaster with the help of the Kantadal army, not only to protect Orland and Kantadal, but also to save our hometown. ”

Lohak, coming back to his senses, looked at Leon's concern expression, his face relaxed slightly, and shook his head: "Don't worry, I'm not too entangled with their resentment."

As he said that, Lohak's face suppressed his anger and whispered: "I just thought that the bodies and souls of my father and mother might be twisted by the enemy. He even became an accomplice to the person behind the disaster."

Leon was silent. Now that things have come to this point, he cannot comfort more. Now he can only end everything and let the dead on earth rest in peace.

At this time, Coves's nervous voice came from the sky, and the eagle flew back to the front of the team, slowly lowering its height.

"My Lord! A large number of people were found in front of me, and there were also formations of suspected flying units in the sky. It might be groups of giant bat ghosts. The light was too dark and I couldn't see clearly, but there were at least three to five thousand troops on the ground."

".Three or five thousand?" Leon frowned. If it were the kind of undead elite led by vampires before, it would undoubtedly be very unfavorable for the troops that had just experienced bloody battles and long journeys to fight with the other side again.

He looked up at Akao: "Can we get around?"

"It's hard. They have already discovered us. The team is moving closer to this place." Coves replied anxiously.

When Leon heard this, he no longer hesitated and immediately ordered the entire army to stop advancing and prepare for battle.

Under the night, he dared not imagine that the other party was a friendly army that happened to return to the rescue.

The sudden defeat on the southern battlefield was very tragic, with only a few remaining soldiers fleeing back to the pass, and even if there were few survivors, it would not be possible to have such a large scale.

Since Princess Inis and Lord Eliver sent Sir Tiger to issue an early warning, it was obvious that they could not send an army of such a size to leave the fort at night and rushed to the wilderness south of the pass to welcome them.

There is only one possibility in front of the undead army.

Leon looked at the night in the distance and felt heavy. The other party laid layers of obstacles on the road back to the fortress, just like he was deliberately ambushing himself.

The horn and military sentry immediately resounded in the team, and the knights once again led the soldiers to gradually open the formation.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

The soldiers who were strongly energetic dismounted one after another, forming a row of firm formations and walking at a slow speed.

Soon, the coalition forces encountered the neat army that was also lined up from the front of their vision and rumbling.

A touch of light spread across the field. Leon opened his eyelids and found that there was no faint light that belonged to the army of undead.

Looking calmly at the distance, the outer wall that kept surging up to the dead, the fierce and bloody battle spreading on the top of the city.

The outermost area of ​​the fortress was finally overwhelmed and gradually fell.

On the city wall, the torches held high by the living were extinguished one by one. After evacuating the main force, the soldiers responsible for the rear were all over the place.

Until the last few Seahawk Knights ignited the high canals built by the coalition forces on the inside of the exterior wall, separating their vitality from the entire army forever.

The fires spread throughout the sky along the troughs filled with haystacks and firewood and oil tanks, forming a series of fire curtains that soared into the sky.

The undead who tried to pass through the blazing flames turned into ashes in a scream.

Without the strange power of the underworld, the body of the corpse ghost was burned faster than when it was under the clouds.

The fire surrounding the fortress temporarily blocked the offensive of the undead army, but Inis was not at all relaxed.

This can only stop it for a short period of time.

Making the final stage of military deployment, gathering the remaining soldiers, the girl turned around and looked at the fortress and streets that were completely shrouded in darkness and were silent.

In addition to the three thousand soldiers guarding the second city wall system, they were still constantly resisting the infiltration of the blood-sucking monsters.

In the inner city, there was no sound or light.

This means that Lord Eliver did not successfully regain the fortress, and the warriors of Thorn Flower may have been swallowed by the terrible darkness.

Among the warlock apprentices who had previously escaped to the city wall, there was no sign of Master Harvey. Agatha escorted the messenger to escape and still did not return.

The few people she trusted the most were not around, and she couldn't help but wonder if today is the death date?

With his head down, Inis looked at the sharp and gorgeous light sword in his hand, touched his neck, and chuckled helplessly.

She was quite afraid of the pain and probably didn't dare to do it herself at the last moment.

There were loyal guards frowning beside him, and Inis only hoped that the knights entrusted to him would be more neat when swinging his sword.

She had already prepared an oil tank that could burn her body. Even if she was punished for going to the underworld of the god Venolis, she would not want to become that ugly and bloodthirsty monster.

A commotion came from the other side of the city wall. The little princess looked sideways and saw a group of thorny soldiers with few people covered in blood. She walked through rows of soldiers, carrying a knight who was obviously seriously injured, shouting at the doctor. With the Warlock.

But there was still no Earl Earl in the crowd.

The messenger came to the tower to report.

After hearing the Lord of Thorn Flowers died in battle, Inis closed his eyes and nodded sadly.

Not long after, another noise surged on the west wall.

Agatha, who had lifted the sword of thorns, walked through the crowd and pulled the soldiers to ask where the Lord was.

Without caring about disheveling hair, the female knight quickly came to the tower where Inis commanded the entire army.

She was about to salute on one knee and report to the princess, but Inis quickly stepped forward and hugged her tightly.

The female knight was a little embarrassed, but she didn't struggle, but just spoke softly: "Your Highness lives up to his responsibilities, and Sir Angore, who went to ask for help, had already left the secret passage."

Inis was close to her most reliable warrior, not caring about the blood on the other side. She seemed to have enough sense of security before slowly letting go of the other side and eliminating the slight fragility in her eyes.

"Can you still fight?" asked the little princess.

Agatha brings his sword: "Fight for you."

On the city wall, Azerion gasped under the battlements, looking around the last coalition soldiers around him, standing in every corner of the inner wall of the fortress.

When he came, he had already seen the inner wall of the city, and the soldiers who were guarding the entrance and passage were still fighting with monsters in the dark.

During several moments of hard battle, this seemed to be the final battle, but the time before dawn came is still long and hopeless.

Climbing the arrow wall, he stood up straight, and he looked into the distance, the outer wall and outer circle of the fire ignited.

The fire is weakening, and many corpse ghosts illuminated by the fire have crossed the last barrier. The boundless tide of corpse is approaching quickly behind the fire in the crowd and roar.

Azerion raised his sword, kissed the Sun Sun on the head, closed his eyes, and made his last pious prayer.

“Pray to you, my supreme Savior.

May I end my suffering in your sunshine, and I will clear you all evil and heresy.

May you bless our souls and arrive at your other shore gloriously.”

The distant and thick horn seems to come from the distant sky.

Azerion opened his eyes and held the sword tightly.

But the consciousness was stunned and then he heard clearly that the horn did not come from the city wall.

Following the direction of the sound, he looked up at the sky.

There seemed to be hundreds or thousands of shadows in the night sky reflected by the fire, pressing down like dark clouds.

(in Herahn)

"—In the name of the barren mountain!!" The strong lion scorpion driver blew his long beard, held up his heavy spear, and roared loudly.

The scorpion-tailed lion that covered the sky and the sun swooped down.

The iron balls hanging beside the giant beast loosened the iron chains and fell into the sea of ​​corpses roaring.

——Rumbling rumble! ! !

In an instant, there were explosions and roars that shocked Azerion's ears to buzz.

Thousands of fireballs rose up inside and outside the fortress, and countless broken limbs and corpses that were blown into the sky were flying all over the sky.

Outside Kilmerton Pass.

The neat steps slowly stepped onto the high slope.

The mountain's fine steel armor reflects the brilliance of silver and copper paint under the moonlight.

Earthquake-like tremors kept coming from behind the military formation. Three giant gold and copper objects stepped out of their heavy feet and walked out of the shadow. The ancient furnace center of the earth on their chests flashed with amber light.

A dragon beast that was even larger than them, carrying the throne of contempt of the King of Steel Fort, with the blazing flames on the scales of the thorns, stepped out of the footprints of the burning earth, and passed through the huge army formation.

The melting dragon lizard made a hot sniff, and its huge eyes were too lazy to even look at the ants full of rotten smell in the distance, but it was unaccustomed to staring at the annoying "cousin" hovering in the night sky.

The huge black-scale flying dragon swept over the heavy armored formation of the dwarf legion at a low altitude. The King of the Barren Mountains moved the giant hammer with one hand on the dragon saddle. He looked at the undead below and spitted out disgust, pulling the iron reins, urging the fire dragon to scoop Toward the sea of ​​corpses.

Thousands of iron hooves trampled and roared, Avalon's sword-wing flag fluttered in the night wind on the high slopes, and Leon raised his sword and roared.

The knights who charged towards the undead led the huge coalition of dwarves and humans to rush to the battlefield like a torrent.