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Janzereth's assassins are covered in darkness.

Beside him lay a crimson warhorse that was turning into charcoal.

The mounts of Heli Iron Cavalry are all alien spirits. After they die in battle, they will return to the altar of Pistonke, waiting for the next chosen rider to appear, and come back to the world with a solemn and cruel call.

The assassin raised his head to look at the sky, the clouds were surging, and the vision brought by the tide of undead took away the original light of the sky.

His bark mask was painted gray by shadows by a clump of magic circles, and then an evil purple erupted around the battlefield of tens of thousands, flickering lights and gusts of wind brushed his clothes.

In the blink of an eye, the fleeing crowd and warriors carrying weapons were thrown upside down.

On the battlefield where tens of thousands of people squeezed and rubbed, a dozen or so magic circles emerged from the ground in chaos, followed by huge towers rising one after another, and the cumbersome lines proclaimed the power of the summoner.

Black and red staggered smoke began to form steel.

The abyss behemoth landed in the middle of the battle line, staring at the densely packed crowd around it, with a manic desire to kill.

Pistonke's black cavalry, hidden in the kingdom's army, provoked conflicts between the southern border countries and Pistonke. No one expected such an unexpected situation to occur.

Kuima had just seen a black monster rising from the side, and had no time to react before being knocked away by the crowds pouring into the dome.

He looked up and looked around.

The warriors of the tribes in the northern border were full of doubts, while the mercenaries and the kingdom army in the southern border who fled blindly were also in chaos. The spoilers had good military qualities and were able to come and go freely in the waves of tens of thousands of people.

More than a dozen battle banners swept away with all kinds of frenzied magic, steel swords and mottled streamers scattered towards the surroundings.

"The Red Maple Heights will fall."

Quema also seems to have met the worst ending.

This is what the attackers wanted to see.

Pistonke was afraid that the northern border would not be chaotic. As long as the defense line was destroyed and the wave of undeads completely arrived, even if Frengundor and Huoser used violence to stabilize the situation, they would still pay a huge price in casualties.

This thought flashed like a grin in the dark night.

Kui Ma learned to understand the situation with Zhan Jing, and at a certain moment, an unimaginable sense of powerlessness came to her heart.

The most brilliant thing about the attackers is that they destroyed trust, and the conflict between the southern border and the northern border was once again intensified. Even if they can defend against the enemy together under the dome in the future, everyone still cannot trust others.

Quima looked into the distance among the layers of figures, looking for the mastermind of this murder.

As far as the eye can see, there is nothing but chaos.

He wanted to sneak in with Feilang, but he still couldn't squeeze through the chaotic crowd. Apart from the sand and mud under his feet, there was only snow that had been trampled into dirty puddles, and it was dark red inside.

Quema forced herself to try not to think about what it was.

He headed headlong towards the inside of the dome. If the opponent wanted to expand this chaos, he would inevitably meet him in the distance.

The outer front of the tribes in the northern border was defeated, the tribal soldiers pulled the beast mounts, and the warriors who could be formed gathered to retreat, keeping a certain distance between the defensive copper wall and the dome, so that the southern border people had a place to settle down. place.

The intentions of the battle flags are also obvious.

The most important thing now is to suppress the chaos. As long as the fugitives feel safe and stop running and chasing meaninglessly, they will be able to find out who is stirring up the dispute inside.

Near the charred remains of a winter house, two arrows from the front line, a well-trained cavalry emerged from the crowd.

This is Pistonke's Heili Iron Cavalry, with only a few hundred elite followers, but able to command the kingdom soldiers clinging around him in an orderly manner.

Among the thousands of people, only a handful of the most elite are their troops, and the rest are all temporary recruits.

Don't think it ridiculous, after all, south of the Permafrost Wall, the names of Pistonk and Norlin... are as loud as the two northern battle banners of Flengundur and Hawser.

As Norlin declines...

Pistonke's status is increasing day by day, and it's no wonder that there are southern kingdoms willing to serve them.

Kuima saw two guys riding on spirit horses, one of them was a strong man with a shield and sword who was very capable of fighting, while the tall figure at the center was the most terrifying commander.

His right eye was a bit strange, too far away to see clearly.

Most of the tribes in the northern border have identified the location of the Heili cavalry, and are preparing to mobilize their men to outflank them. They have been caught by the illusion that war has indeed broken out, and all faces in southern border are enemies.

Ariel Moss is Pistonk's commander here.

He is a Knight of the Imperial Emblem of the Northern Expedition. According to his military rank and rights, he should be fighting against Norlin's Knight Commander Lang Mingwei, but the unruly and evil in his eyes is unmatched by anyone.

Ariel reined in the spirit horse and ordered thousands of kingdom soldiers to spread out and mix with other southern border soldiers.

"The tribes in the northern border haven't retreated far enough, and now they don't trust anyone. When the tide of undead comes over, when they are in a hurry, not many will think about dealing with the hunting first, and then they will all continue to go in." If we rush, the two sides can only be forced to fight."

Collins told his companions to contact the leaders of other mercenary guilds.

He couldn't help but look at Ariel who was in the middle of the battlefield in the distance.

I thought this bastard was really cruel, he took everything into consideration, comparable to Mr. Maharu.

Ariel Moss isn't stupid enough to be at the forefront.

The magic crystals in his eye sockets were shining brightly, and there was a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth. Everyone would suspect that there would be traps in the buffer zone in front of him.Of course there will be assassins and magic attacks...

So Ariel stayed near the innocent, advancing and retreating freely, and when the soldiers of the kingdom all infiltrated the crowd, it was over.

Pistonk has never stopped thinking of invading Palotusbi. If he can take advantage of this opportunity to severely injure the northern border, it will have a huge advantage for the kingdom to cross the surging wall.

Although there are only a few hundred of them, they are all the elite among the elite, and if they wait for the opportunity to move, they will be able to produce the best results.

Ariel knew how deep the gully was between north and south, so he was confident in his plan.

The violent wind condensed into a transparent sheet, setting off explosive dust on the ground, and the purple light brought rumbling lightning to present an explosive range magic, but it was just right... Ariel leaned back and avoided it.

Logically, the remaining magic aftertaste should also deafen the mount, or even send the rider flying for several steps.

Ariel was left intact.

The armor of Piston's Royal Emblem Knight is a very precious material, and the war horse is also an alien spirit summoned by the altar, so it is not so easily affected.

Ariel saw the attacker clearly.

Aaron landed near the battlefield in a strong wind, and several scout leaders of Janzeres loomed beside him like ghosts.

He is the magician next to Huoser, and he knows the bitter past of the tribe.

The Pistonk Empire is the mortal enemy of the Janzelis tribe. The black and red armor and the steed breathing ominously ignited the long-suppressed anger in Aaron's heart.

Aron was still very young when Tuzhanwa rebelled against the Janzelis tribe.

He remembered how the companion's blood became dry and pungent, the corpses piled up, the flames made a muffled sound among the fallen houses, and the armor half exposed outside the mud was exactly the same as the opponent's body.

Ariel laughed twice, turned around with his horse and disappeared into the crowd.

"Did you think you could escape me?"

Aaron's neck was tilted sideways, and while moving the bones, swirling dust waves rose around the soles of his feet.

The magician full of hatred summoned a dozen circles of magic circles that rotated around each other, and the ordinary mercenaries trying to run around staggered and fell to the ground, and the skins of many people were slightly pulled.

No matter how strong the knight was, he covered his throat, and no one who needed to breathe escaped the punishment.

Aaron ordered the magic to take him forward, and the strong wind took him to the sky, like stars dragging through the clouds, and crossed the chaotic battlefield with manic magic.

His eyes were lightning white, his hair was flying, and his slim light armor and loose smock were blown out.

The soil around Ariel trembled to varying degrees, the dust flew like fireflies, the brown sand seemed to have consciousness, and the terrifying cracks extended after the fast horse.

He didn't look back, and dodged to the side instinctively, and the terrifying thunder fell on the foothold just now.

With the loud roar and the short-term out-of-focus flashes of light and shadow, the huge scorched black hole remained in place. This impact can definitely kill an adult mountain monster, or a certain one-horned ox without eyes. .

The clouds also seemed to be stirred, and the sky began to "gather" towards Aaron's location.

The thunder and wind became stronger than ever, and even the breathing of bystanders was hindered.

Ariel looks like a lone cyclist.

But Aaron knew very well that the black cavalry he brought had infiltrated the northern kingdom and mercenaries, taking advantage of the chaos to launch an attack, and involved more innocent people in unprovoked hostility.

Ariel's riding skills are terrifying, or in other words, only he can maximize the potential of this spirit horse.

As a magician, Aaron has never caught such a difficult target. Even the ecstasy witch in Huaiyang Mountain does not have such an elusive way of moving.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, according to his previous arrogant personality, he would never have believed that someone could do this.

"The tide of undead is coming!"

Dan's figure sounded in the distance, stopping Aaron who was planning to continue strengthening his magic in the air.

"Shouluo will swallow our defense line one after another. If this chaos continues, we will have no way to stop it. The dome will be severely damaged. We must control the scene, immediately!"

Dan's voice was anxious, and he was holding a gray hairy thing in his hand, and disappeared after speaking.

Aaron gritted his teeth and cursed unwillingly.

When he lowered his head, he suddenly found that Ariel stopped his horse and turned around to smile at him.

Defiant, humiliating, arrogant.

Aaron was only half a breath away from losing control of his emotions, but with the control he had just learned, he turned this impulse into a series of long breaths.

After he turned part of his anger into air, he saw moans all around him.

Although the effect of magic field control is obvious, it can't touch the corners of Ariel at all. Instead, the innocent people on the way to chase and kill are implicated. Even if they are not stunned by Yu Yun, many people will be overturned The heavy impact caused injuries.

"I will definitely pluck your skin..."

Aaron stared at Ariel, landed like a boulder, and the dust briefly blocked the sight of both sides.

The arc of the Royal Emblem Knight's mouth never let go, and he didn't seem to be short of breath, but with this despicable and effective tactic, he dragged the entire Red Maple Heights into an extremely dangerous situation.

He suddenly lowered his gaze, only to see the horse's muscles twitching.

Ariel showed a surprised expression, and said with a little praise: "In the blink of an eye, you actually caught it. Who did you learn this kind of magic spike for binding spirits?"

He got off his horse. After all, he had been cursed and had no chance to move for a short time.

Ariel saw Aaron approaching him with smoke all over his body, and the terrible magical aura was compressed in a close range, as if he wanted to defeat himself by suppressing him at close range.

He pursed his lips and nodded.

Ariel didn't make any unnecessary movements. When the friction sound of steel unsheathing appeared, two cracks had already been thrown aside.

The magic shield covered on Aaron's body is a very clever skill.

A hurricane that is miniaturized to the extreme is like wearing an invisible defense that will turn into powder when it is touched.

Ariel's sensitivity is also beyond the imagination of the magician.

No one could clearly see the movement of him pulling out the steel sword, and even when the dancing sword flower moved the magic to the side, no one could understand the difficult skills hidden inside.

Aaron's timing of turning over and kicking was very good, and the surprise attack hidden in the wind was also very fierce.

"I must admit," Ariel interrupted a lightning flash towards his throat with the grip of his steel sword. "Your fighting skills are stronger than any mage I have ever seen. Who taught you this skill?"

"Trust me, you don't want to see him, otherwise you will only be turned into an ice sculpture."

Aaron suddenly released the magic compressed around him when he flipped and clinging tightly.

The gust of wind spreads an extremely terrifying vacuum with the devastating annihilation magic!

Both the dirt and the solid kopirite hidden within were gone in the blink of an eye.

Oxygen also disappears with it.

Finally, Ariel's backward movement was no longer easy.

Half of his armor had turned dark black, as if the pattern had been swallowed, when in fact the precious material hidden within had absorbed a deadly assault.

Ariel had just gained a firm foothold, but he felt two wind blades brushing against his skin. He subconsciously counterattacked. The steel sword exposed its edge, passed through the airtight shield, and stabbed the enemy in front of him. Put on.

Aaron was still preparing for the next trick in the air, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in his ribs.

He restrained his magic and wanted to take care of the people around him, but he hurt himself.

As a magician, it is still a bit reluctant to suppress the imperial emblem knight through fighting...

Ariel saw Aaron flying out with bloody flowers.

He looked even more surprised and sneered. "Magic and melee combat, hehe, what is your relationship with that family in the south?"