Imperial Crown.

Chapter 291 Don’t look back
Gul'dan, who received two gold coins from Nancy, smiled happily.

But when he left Eagle City, the smile immediately disappeared and he quickened his pace to rush home.

In early spring, the weather becomes a little cool after noon.

Especially affected by the locust plague, the saplings and tree seeds had just been transplanted and sown, and there was nothing on the ground to block the flow. When the cold wind blew, the dust and sand were enough to blow through people's clothes.

Dark clouds gradually gathered in the sky, and Gul'dan's mood became increasingly gloomy, and his steps became faster and faster. Although he was walking, he was much faster than an ordinary person running.

When he returned home, the sky was as gloomy as night.

Gul'dan's current home is an ordinary house built of stone and wood. It is not large in size. In addition to the kitchen with a stove, there is only one main house that serves as a bedroom, living room, dining room and living room.

Gul'dan grabbed the porcelain bowl, scooped two bowls of water from the water tank next to him and drank it in big gulps. Then he turned and walked into the main house and went straight to the cabinet in the corner.

He took out a purse from the gap between the cabinet and the wall and opened it. There was 1 silver coin and 17 copper coins inside.

After glancing twice to confirm the number, Gul'dan threw the two new gold coins in, stuffed the purse into his arms, went to the bed, dismantled the bed board, and took out Hyperion's Hatred.

This enchanted weapon won from a competition is about 4 feet long. The scabbard is made of animal skin and is carved with vine-like patterns and dotted with tiny blue gems. In the center of the scabbard, there are three finely polished 3rd-level magic crystals inlaid vertically.

Looking at the sharp sword, Gul'dan sighed and hung it around his waist.

This was all he had left of Gul'dan.

After doing all this, Gul'dan walked out, but just as he stepped through the door, he suddenly thought of something. He was stunned for a moment, a little conflicted, then rushed back, opened the cabinet, and took out a pair of rotten leather boots that were buried underneath.

Even though it looks shabby, it can still be sold for a silver coin or two.

Gul'dan tucked his leather boots into his belt backwards and headed west without any lingering feelings. Under the cover of the gloomy sky, he headed west.

The wind grew stronger, like the sigh in Gul'dan's heart.

He originally thought that he could live a stable life as a farmer in Xuefeng Territory.

But the goddess of fate would not let him rest in peace.

The locust plague destroyed Anthony's prestige as governor, and at this time, the empire suffered a defeat on the front battlefield.

His Majesty the King even issued a call for "full support for this war."

Antony's power came from the king and he should have responded positively.

But the fact is, in the next three to five years, or even ten years, the Nordic province will not be able to recover, and even if Anthony tries his best, he will not be able to achieve any results.

Since he cannot provide help, Anthony must promise not to cause anything that may displease His Majesty during his next term!

And Gul'dan's own existence represents this possibility.

So he must escape!
A flash of lightning suddenly illuminated the darkness.

Boom——

Deafening thunder swept across, and raindrops as big as beans fell, from scattered rain to dense and continuous, as if someone had torn apart a bead curtain.

As the cold raindrops hit his body, Gul'dan took bigger and bigger steps with a clear purpose.

Long before he decided to hide his identity, he had planned his escape route more than once.

From the Snow Maple Territory, head west to the Mountain Territory, then cross the Gulag Mountains from the Frostwind Pass and enter the Molinir Province.

Continue to move southwest from Molinir until you reach the outskirts of the ancient forest, the "Deep Blue City-State" ruled by the Mages Guild, where you can take a short rest.

There, he could initially avoid the Empire's tentacles, work as a mercenary, save some money, and then take a ship to the Papal States to completely put an end to the Empire's pursuit.

Just as he was daydreaming, a little noise suddenly appeared amid the noisy rain.

That was the sound of the wind.

Gul'dan's eyes narrowed slightly, and suddenly he stepped on the ground and jumped into the air.

The next moment, a scarlet whirlwind swept past the ground, exactly where Gul'dan had stood before.

Gul'dan landed on the ground, splashing water around his feet.

The scarlet whirlwind stopped and took shape, revealing a male figure.

Under the silver hair that looked like that of a withered old man was an elegant, handsome, even pretty face. The sharp teeth protruding from his lips added a dangerous temptation to him.

Swish.

The man raised his left hand and shattered the rain curtain. He placed his right hand on his chest and bowed slightly. "Vampire Viscount, William von Vladimir, has been specially ordered to come and reap your head."

Heavy rain.

Gul'dan's pupils shrank slightly, he knew that his whereabouts had been exposed.

Flaming armor ignited on his body, and his martial spirit emerged behind him.

The flames formed a circle, and wherever they passed, the rain instantly evaporated, and a white mist appeared, as if in the clouds.

Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking through the air, and Gul'dan's figure broke through the clouds and mist, and his fist wrapped in blue flames slammed into William's throat.

The vampire's mouth curled up with a trace of disdain, his hands were bloody, and with a bang, he steadily caught the blow.

"Attack with a burst of force, take them by surprise, and don't engage in a protracted war with the vampires. That's smart."

Blood and flames entangled, William's voice was full of confidence: "But you underestimated me."

"Today I will let you see the difference between the third level, ten stars, and the third level, nine stars!"

The next moment, a pair of bat wings made of blood spread out behind William.

Gul'dan was slightly startled.

He had heard long ago that vampires were different from humans. There was no distinction between mages and knights, and all of their supernatural powers came from blood energy. After the third level, they did not have martial spirits, but instead summoned the "True Ancestor Blood Shadow."

The head, torso, hands, feet, and wings awaken one after another until they form the "True Ancestor's Phantom Body".

And awakening the wings at the third stage is the proof of the inheritance of the upper vampire clan!

Gul'dan failed in his attack and flew back. It was not a good idea to fight with a vampire.

However, William did not intend to let him go. He flapped his wings and chased after him. His blood energy attached to his feet and transformed into the shape of horseshoes, which imprinted on Gul'dan's lower abdomen with a clang, cracking and breaking the flaming armor made of fighting spirit, tearing his clothes, and leaving a U-shaped scar.

While still in mid-air, Gul'dan bent his body like a shrimp.

William took advantage of the victory and moved his wings again. The next moment he appeared in front of Gul'dan. His five fingers formed into claws with bloody light and chopped towards Gul'dan's head.

A fire bead suddenly rose up and pressed against William's palm. The intense burning pain made him scream in pain. He flapped his wings and flew over Gul'dan. Even though he used blood flames to extinguish the blue flames, the pain that penetrated deep into his bones still made William feel scared.

He suddenly turned around, his eyes suddenly fixed: "...Beast Mimicry Combat Technique!?"

“How rude!”

At this moment, Gul'dan was lying on the ground with all four limbs, and even the martial spirit behind him changed its appearance, from Gul'dan's own image to a vicious dog with fierce eyes and molten fire in its mouth.

The process of the rise of human race is the process of collision and learning with other races.

As the biggest enemy of the human race, the orcs are the best objects for humans to learn from, and thus this kind of beast-like warfare method was born.

However, as time went by, combat skills became the mainstream of human knights, and the beast-like combat method was gradually eliminated because it could not be coordinated with large armies and its posture was too ugly.

But families with a long history still retain the inheritance of this skill.

Gul'dan's face was as gloomy as water.

In the past, with his proud character, he would never allow himself to behave in such an ugly way, so he never showed it in front of others.

But now, he just wants to survive.

Dignity, elegance, and nobility are only worth talking about if you can survive!
Gul'dan pushed his limbs against the ground and ran towards William. His posture was no different from that of a hunting dog, only his speed was faster and his momentum was as ferocious as a tiger.

Upon seeing this, William stabbed his finger into his chest, blood oozed out and wrapped around his fingertips. He waved his hand and drops of blood flew out.

The blood beads twisted and expanded in mid-air, and suddenly scattered and nailed into the ground, growing into hair-like scarlet chains that wrapped around Gul'dan's limbs.

Gul'dan sneered inwardly and suddenly jumped up, his feet moving swiftly and swiftly in the air, making him almost unpredictable.

But as the pain from the U-shaped mark on his lower abdomen began to come, the chains seemed to have consciousness and wrapped around him, blocking his path and wrapping around his limbs, then suddenly tightening and pressing him into the mud with a thud.

The chains tightened, leaving tiny beads of blood on the limbs.

A confident smile appeared on William's lips. He raised his finger slightly, and blood condensed into a sharp sword, flying towards Gul'dan's head.

boom--

A figure broke through the rain curtain, smashing the sharp sword with scorching steam.

The speed was so fast that even William couldn't react completely and could only slightly turn sideways.

There was a "puff" sound, followed by a "crackling" sound of bones breaking. William's left arm and half of his body were torn apart. Blood gushed out and blue flames burst out along the wound.

William first felt a chill all over his body, and then he felt the burning heat and pain that burned his soul.

He was shocked and angry, but he didn't dare to move, because the flames were too close to the vampire's real weakness - the heart. He could only use all his blood energy to resist Gul'dan's flames.

But the doubt in my heart blurted out at this moment: "What did you do?"

His magic is still in effect, why did Gul'dan suddenly appear in front of him?
Gul'dan threw away William's arm and slowly stood up. Only then did William realize that Gul'dan's body seemed to have shrunk several times.

As Gul'dan breathed gently, the things that were originally tied to the ground turned into streams of fire that rushed into Gul'dan's body, gradually restoring his body to normal.

The martial spirit dog head behind him was ferocious, and on the shoulders of the vicious dog, two tumor-like bulges grew.

"Cerberus!?" William showed a trace of shock: "This is not a mimicry of beasts, but a true secret of the dog tribe!"

Cerberus, the evil dog that guards the gate of hell in legend, was tied up with ninety-nine chains, but according to legend, he broke free of the chains three times, escaped from hell, and wreaked havoc on the world.

Gul'dan did not respond to William's words, but looked at him deeply, then took a step and continued to escape!

William also felt relieved.

He still has the ability to fight again and has his own trump cards, but he is not willing to risk his life for such a thing. Now that he has lost an arm, it is enough to give an explanation to his superiors.

The rain is getting heavier.

Gul'dan's clothes were filled with water, which was draining his energy bit by bit.

After turning a corner and coming to a dead forest, Gul'dan suddenly stopped, tore off his coat and threw it hard at a dead tree next to him.

The darkness that was originally crawling quietly on the ground suddenly rose up like a poisonous snake and tore the clothes into pieces.

The next moment, a woman appeared from beside the dead tree.

Even from Gul'dan's perspective, who had seen countless women, this woman was stunning.

The clothes were thin and were soaked by the rain and stuck to the body, showing a crystal and full texture, which was even more attractive than if she was naked.

The low V-neckline perfectly displays the curvature, with tiny water droplets flowing into the grooves, making people want to replace them with their own fingers.

"Margaret, wait for Mr. Guldan here." The woman spoke, her voice as crisp as a silver bell, and with a kind of experienced charm: "It seems that William has failed."

"Not only is he bad in bed, he's also not very good in combat."

At this point, Margaret chuckled: "However, this also proves Gul'dan's power."

"If you are willing to be my pet, you can be spared from death."

A hint of anger appeared in Gul'dan's eyes.

Without any hesitation, Gul'dan's martial spirit unfolded instantly, a bulge on Cerberus' shoulder suddenly broke, and a brand new head grew out among the surging magma.

Gul'dan stepped his feet into the air, clasped his hands together in front of his chest and then separated them, combining them with the second dog head to form a canine tooth shape. A ball of green fire condensed in it and then exploded!
The flames rushed towards Margaret like a pillar, but the witch was already prepared. She slammed the wooden staff in her hand, and black air rose from the ground, rushing to block the path of the pillar of fire.

However, in front of this pillar of fire, the black aura was like weeds, unable to block it at all and was instantly crushed away.

The fire was in her face, and the rain on Margaret's body was evaporated, but she also completed the chanting of the spell, and the solid wall built of three layers of bones rose from the ground.

boom--

The first bone wall was pierced through in an instant, the second bone wall resisted for a moment and then shattered, and the third bone wall just barely managed to block it, but it had already been baked red and cracked like dry earth.

The next moment, the bone wall shattered, and Gul'dan's fist wrapped in blue flames appeared in front of Margaret!
A trace of cold sweat broke out on Margaret's forehead. She didn't expect that Gul'dan would still have such abundant fighting spirit and such high will to fight after the battle with William.

No, perhaps it was because he defeated William that Gul'dan was so brave!
The wind pressure created by the fist tore open her clothes, revealing her body as white as milk. Margaret suddenly opened her mouth, and thick black air flowed from every inch of her skin. She turned into a group of crows and swooped down towards Gul'dan.

At the same time, several black tentacles wrapped around Margaret's waist and pulled her backwards.

The crows were burned into pieces of feathers, and Gul'dan's figure appeared, and then he immediately continued to chase without stopping.

He knew that the other party had already set up the venue here, but he had to go deeper, because when facing a spellcaster, only by getting close to her real body could he have a chance of winning!
Margaret was surprised at Gul'dan's decisiveness. This was not the mindset of a young man, but his movements were not at all chaotic.

Just as Gul'dan guessed, this forest had been arranged by her in advance, and it could be said that it was completely her home court.

She muttered to herself, and black tentacles kept emerging from the soil and dead trees, pulling at her body, changing angles and directions at flying speeds.

Margaret did not allow the black tentacles on the ground to entangle Gul'dan because she had recognized the secret method used by Gul'dan. Cerberus's martial spirit form has three heads and three different combat skills.

In addition to the pillar of fire, there is also a means to break free from the bondage.

At the moment, there is no need to bother Gul'dan. He chases him tirelessly, but he is always one step behind!
Another spell was completed, and an illusory undead woman appeared in front of Margaret. Her pale fish-like eyes rolled up, and her toothless black lips opened, and she let out a sudden scream.

The shockwaves swept across, breaking the rain into mist. Gul'dan felt his internal organs vibrating and his soul dissipating, with blood flowing from the corners of his eyes and lips.

The fighting spirit on the surface of his body shook, and his martial spirit seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

But his eyes became more determined.

After several rounds of fighting, he already knew that this was a witch. If he couldn't kill it here, then even if he went to the ends of the earth, he would not be able to escape the pursuit of this strange creature!
At this moment, a group of crows flew towards him. Gul'dan's soul was shaken by the banshee's howl and he had no time to mobilize his fighting spirit. He could only turn his body to avoid it, but he was still hit by several crows.

What puzzled him was that this round of attack did not hurt him.

"I like the look in your eyes." Margaret glanced at Gul'dan's waist, and Hyperion's Hatred glowed coldly in the rain.

A crow flew back to Margaret's shoulder and spit out a ball of blood.

After swallowing the blood, Margaret was dragged by the black tentacles and disappeared among the dead trees, leaving only her voice: "But you are destined to die here."

As a witch, she has many ways to kill her opponents, and Gul'dan's abundant blood and strong will are a fatal temptation to her.

But she didn't dare to risk approaching Gul'dan, because he still had the Hyperion's Hatred slung around his waist. Margaret had never seen the weapon unsheathed, and didn't know what power it had.

So, to be on the safe side, she would rather destroy Gul'dan by cursing him.

That drop of blood was wrapped and decomposed by the energy in her body, locking Gul'dan's soul in some way.

Margaret took out a dagger and spit out a ball of black gas from her mouth, which condensed into a two-inch-sized little man, with eyebrows and eyes vaguely resembling Gul'dan, but before she could stab the dagger into it, she was suddenly blown away by a huge force. What lifted her up was a wave of pure green fire, and one after another, like ripples on the lake!
The dead trees were broken and burned into flying ashes, then shattered into scorching black mud in the rain.

A ferocious beast was walking on the fire, as big as a buffalo, with three dog heads burning with fire, looking hideous and terrifying. The circles of flames were surging from under its feet.

be cheated!
Margaret felt a surge of regret.

This is Cerberus' third combat skill, Siege of Hell. It is extremely powerful and has a wide range of influence, but it also requires a long time to charge.

Gul'dan seemed to be pressing forward step by step, wanting to kill her with the Hate of Hyperion, but in fact he just wanted to force her back and leave room for the Siege of Hell.

"Why!? How on earth did you do that!?"

Margaret roared in disbelief, because she couldn't understand how Gul'dan determined his location, knowing that this dead forest was hundreds of hectares in size!
The only response she got was silence.

In fact, with the speed of Cerberus spirit, Gul'dan could easily get close to Margaret.

The reason why he didn't do so was because he knew that the witch had more than one life. If he couldn't create a killing situation, approaching her rashly and injuring her would only make her alert and more difficult to deal with.

According to Gul'dan's judgment, even if this place is constructed as the home court, the range of the black tentacles will definitely have its limits.

That's why Gul'dan chased the witch for a long time, even at the cost of withstanding a third-level magic, just to determine this limit.

I kept observing silently and finally determined the approximate range.

This was certainly a gamble, but fortunately, he made the right bet.

"Roar--"

The three-headed hellhound flew into the air, pinned Margaret's limbs to the ground, and then bit her throat fiercely.

It was clearly a fatal blow, but it did not leave any wound. A straw man appeared on her shoulder and burned violently!

Margaret was more panicked than ever before: "Spare my life, I, I can let you go, I can swear, swear on my soul, as long as you can spare my life!"

But Gul'dan did not stop. Cerberus' three sharp mouths spewed flames, enveloping Margaret.

The second and third straw men were burned one after another.

There is no fourth one.

The left head of Cerberus bit Margaret's throat. That was Gul'dan's hand. Then he exerted force with his palm, spitting out flames, twisting the head off with a click, and then throwing it high into the air!

The head with eyes open fell into the puddle, and the beautiful face was burned to charcoal.

The black curse power wafted away from the witch's body.

Gul'dan stood up, and the shadow of Cerberus behind him almost disintegrated and disappeared.

He suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, no longer caring about the witch's body, and continued to flee westward!
A few minutes later.

William's figure rushed into the dead forest. The wounds on his body had begun to heal, but his heart could still be seen beating vigorously inside.

The silence gave him a very bad feeling, and he couldn't help but shout out loud: "Margaret——!"

But the sound quickly dissipated in the rain.

Click.

Lightning flashed across the night sky, illuminating the dark dead forest and the bodies buried in the black mud.

William's heart stopped for a few seconds.

He swallowed and walked carefully to the corpse. There was a trace of confusion in his eyes, followed by intense pain.

He knelt on the ground and used his remaining right hand to peel off the mud on the corpse. The skin was still white, but it had lost the vitality of a living being.

Although there was no head, William still recognized her identity.

Gently holding her in his arms, William's cheeks began to twitch. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

William had been alone and asleep for hundreds of years. After waking up, only Margaret spent the longest time with him.

There was more than just physical harmony between him and Margaret.

Having the same long life, they have endless topics to talk about, such as customs of different places, history, philosophy...

They once conspired and imagined their lives after they were free, and even began to discuss whether witches and vampires could naturally give birth to offspring.

But now, the person who was once so close to each other has turned into a cold corpse.

“Hah…” William’s throat was filled with meaningless noises, and then he looked up to the sky and let out a shrill roar: “Ah!!!!”

The sound was drowned out by the roar of thunder.

Under the same thunder, Gul'dan was still fleeing.

Ahead is the Broken Wing Pass. After passing through it, you will enter the territory of the mountain territory.

The mountain pass was opened hundreds of years ago and is so narrow that only one carriage can pass through.

Gul'dan slowed his pace.

Because he saw that the mountain pass had been blocked, and the man was wearing a suit of armor that was shining with magical light, and his appearance was extremely familiar to him.

The man slowly stood up, looking down from above, blocking Gul'dan's last chance of survival:

"You're still here."

Gul'dan took a deep breath and gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist. Although he did not introduce his identity, Gul'dan had already recognized him.

Eric Dyson, Raven's Sword.

Surprisingly, Gul'dan did not feel angry, nor did he feel surprised.

This is Raven's territory after all.

And even if Raven didn't take action, the other nobles would not let him go.

But he was not going to surrender, and no one could stop him from pursuing his life.

The pure blue flame fighting spirit was burning fiercely. This was the third time he showed his martial soul today. It was not in the form of a three-headed hellhound, but still his own appearance.

"I didn't expect you to make it this far." Eric took off the long sword from his waist and held it in his hand: "I have to admit now that you are a worthy opponent."

As Raven's sword, Eric never thought about why the lord made such a decision. He did not understand the complicated politics.

He only knew that he had to save Gul'dan's life here.

It has nothing to do with right or wrong, only position.

"Last time at the competition, we couldn't decide the winner."

Silver-colored steel fighting spirit flowed out, weaving out a martial spirit body behind him. Eric raised his sword and pointed it at Gul'dan.

"This time, let's decide life and death!"

Almost at the same time, the two of them moved.

Eric stomped his feet on the ground, creating a ball of mud. The long sword in his hand, wrapped in silver fighting spirit, slashed across Gul'dan's chest and abdomen!

And Gul'dan finally grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist.

After two consecutive battles, his fighting spirit was weakened to the limit and he could no longer use Cerberus' transformation. However, his fighting spirit and his spirit had reached the peak at this moment!

Shine——

On the scabbard, a magic crystal lit up.

Hyperion's Hatred is finally unsheathed.

This enchanted longsword had an inexplicable sticky feeling when it was unsheathed, as if the scabbard was filled with glue. As the blade was pulled out of the spider web, strands of magic power attached to it, condensing into intricate patterns.

The blade came out of its sheath and collided with Eric's sword.

The azure flames burned the silver-colored fighting spirit. The aftermath of the collision brought about a loud bang, and countless raindrops flew backwards and scattered, actually creating a rainless vacuum.

The next moment, a strong wind suddenly arose, churning up the mud on the ground and even uprooting dead trees.

Eric was surprised to see that the second-level enchanted sword in his hand began to show cracks like broken crystals. Even though the iron fighting spirit was continuously poured into it, it was still unable to be reversed and finally exploded.

A trace of wild murderous intent appeared on Gul'dan's lips, and Hyperion's Hate took advantage of the situation to chase and kill, cutting fiercely into Eric's chest!
"Go--" Eric screamed in pain, and the iron fighting spirit pulled the broken blade and pierced into Gul'dan's body!
Gul'dan gritted his teeth and kicked Eric in the abdomen. Eric raised his knee to respond, and then they both flew backwards.

Eric choked and coughed up a mouthful of blood. Although he was surprised at the sharpness of Hyperion's hatred, he did not hesitate at all. He bent his fingers into claws, clenched his fist hard, and squeezed the half of the sword in his hand into a ball like mud, which then melted into liquid and was thrown out.

A storm made of steel swept across at this moment!
Gul'dan pursed his lips tightly, knowing that Eric had chosen the most correct way to fight. He was not wearing any armor now, and if he was caught up in it, he would surely be killed.

But Gul'dan did not panic. He sheathed his sword and drew it again.

This time, two magic crystals shone on the scabbard.

The sword was unsheathed, and an inch of pure blue flame glowed on the blade as if it had just been forged in a furnace, shining brightly.

Gul'dan raised it high and cut it off on the head.

It rushed into the steel storm like a real flaming sword, and a teeth-grinding sound of intense friction was heard. The steel storm instantly turned into fire, burned up, and turned into iron rain all over the sky.

The fire blade's momentum continued as it crashed into Eric's arms, knocking him flying backwards. He drew an arc and fell to the other side of the mountain pass with a thud.

Eric stood up, and a smooth cut appeared on the breastplate that had just been repaired by the fighting spirit. At the edge of the cut, the armor itself was about to melt, and a burnt smell filled the air.

Hyperion's Hatred is indeed a masterpiece. The first time it is unsheathed, it has the power of an ordinary third-level enchanted weapon; the second time it is unsheathed, it has the power of a third-level four-star weapon; if it is the third time...

His throat moved, Eric swallowed a mouthful of saliva, ignored the burning pain in his chest that felt like it was being roasted dry, and stopped thinking about these meaningless trivialities.

He is Raven's sword, the sword of the Griffith family. He appears here today with only one purpose, and that is to cut off Gul'dan's head!
And he was indeed prepared.

Iron and steel fighting spirit spread out, a buzzing sound was heard, and the two large wooden boxes that were originally placed next to them exploded together. One by one, the broken enchanted weapons flew into the air and formed a circle like a ribbon.

Deadly circle.

These weapons come from the collection of the necromancer Impir. They have little effect when used elsewhere, but they are just right here!

Gul'dan's right hand had become red and swollen, and his blood vessels could not withstand the impact of drawing the sword twice, and they broke one after another, leaving his arm bruised and purple, and with unbearable pain.

But he still held the sheathed sword tightly.

He knew that this would be the last hurdle he would face.

Eric's figure appeared at the mountain pass, and streamers in the sky whizzed down with the sound of metal collision.

Gul'dan roared and gripped the hilt of the sword. The three magic crystals on the scabbard shone together and then shattered one after another. The flesh on his arm was torn and blood spurted out.

But he still pulled out the sword, the light from the sword's spine reflected his somewhat ferocious face, and then he slashed towards the sky!
The pure blue flame turned into a giant net and flew out of his hand, enveloping Gul'dan.

The scorching dryness burned the originally moist earth dry. The raindrops in the air evaporated instantly, condensed when they got cold, and fell down, and were then ignited by the flames!

One enchanted weapon after another was chopped down under Eric's control, but they were unable to break through the flaming sword net and turned into molten iron.

Eric's pupils constricted - Gul'dan's attack was already the limit of what a third-level warrior could achieve!

At this moment, Eric clearly realized that if he could not break through the fire net, Gul'dan's momentum would no longer be unstoppable.

He was not afraid of failure, but he could not let Lord Raven down.

The steel streamer was about to run out, Eric suddenly raised his shield, jumped high, and rushed towards the blue fire net!
As soon as it came into contact, flames enveloped Eric's body, burning his armor red. Eric couldn't help but let out a howl as his skin and flesh were burned.

But the fighting spirit did not dissipate because of this contact.

A silver light flashed on the shield.

There was a flash of astonishment in Gul'dan's eyes. He recognized that this was the first-level combat skill, Mirror Shield, Eric's most proficient combat skill, but he had never thought that this combat skill specifically for defense could be used for offense!
The shield shattered, and the iron fighting spirit fed back by the mirror shield gushed out, blasting a hole in the already depleted fire net.

Eric stretched out his right hand, and a rusty spear fell into his hand, and then fell from the sky like a comet!

Gul'dan had no time to sheath his sword again, so he could only raise his sword to meet the attack.

when--

The violent impact lifted up a large area of ​​land under Gul'dan's feet, and the already rusty enchanted spear broke into several pieces in the collision. Hyperion's hatred finally reached its limit, and with a teeth-grinding sound, it twisted into an iron bar and flew out.

Gul'dan's knees slammed to the ground with a distinct sound of bones breaking. With his remaining strength still in his body, he rolled backwards, leaving a deep trench on the ground and knocking over two dead trees before he finally came to a stop.

Eric stepped on the mud and water and approached step by step.

That was like a death knell to Gul'dan's ears.

His fighting spirit was exhausted, his knees were destroyed, and he was left defenseless.

Gul'dan knew that he was going to die...

Fear, regret, unwillingness, all kinds of negative emotions exploded in his heart. Gul'dan opened his mouth and breathed the last air. He wanted to maintain his noble elegance, but his spirit inevitably collapsed.

The fire net completely collapsed at this moment, and balls of flames fell to the ground, igniting the dead wood.

There were flames everywhere.

This scene reminded Gul'dan of the day when Fox Castle was destroyed.

At the time, he was riding on a hippogryph and was only concerned with escaping, but afterwards, this scene would often return to his dreams.

It also gradually reminded him of the sound that had been echoing in his ears but which he had never heard or had deliberately avoided hearing.

Those were Montreal's last words, screamed out with his last bit of strength.

Don't look back.

“Don’t look back…don ...”

Gul'dan kept repeating this sentence, but his stiff neck began to twist uncontrollably and looked in the direction he came from.

That's the direction of Eagle City, the direction of Nancy, and also...

In the direction of Foxburg.

As the sound of breaking air was heard, Gul'dan suddenly felt his body become very light.

His vision spun and rose, but his eyes refused to move even a little bit, and his lips murmured:

“Don’t look back…”

But, Father, I can't do this.
I can't do it!
……

(End of this chapter)