The King of Elden does not die alone!

Nepheli steadied herself, the buildings of the lower city stretched out beneath her feet. Looking back, she only saw the spirit wolf running.

With a determined heart, Nepheli jumped down.

After falling more than ten meters, Nepheli landed on a church below. The wind lifted her up in the air and crushed a pile of tiles.

Looking up, the wolf stopped just beside the cliff.

"You can't come down." Nefeli looked at them proudly.

The giant eagle swooped down, and Nepheli dodged its sharp claws. When she came to her senses, she saw the spirit wolf leaping up from the high cliff.

Wilden and the soldiers also appeared, and the Greck soldiers wearing tree and lion robes were driving crossbows.

Nepheli immediately rushed to the side, broke the church glass, and jumped into the building at her feet.

The sharp glass left tiny red marks on the female warrior's skin, and she rolled on the floor of the church to relieve the force.

Then, the sound of a spirit wolf landing on the roof of the church was heard.

Nefeli knew that she was still under pursuit, so she immediately rushed towards the church door.

Then, there was a bang.

The church door shook.

Nepheli apparently didn't notice that the door was locked.

He stepped back a few steps in a daze, shook his head, and was about to pick up the axe.

Nepheli was found next to the altar of the church.

A Faded Magician wearing a tall hat and colorful clothes stared at her with wide eyes.

Chapter 11. Veteran Pompey

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Nepheli recognized him immediately; that guy was also a Faded One.

"Hey, come and help!" Nepheli shouted to Roger.

"What?" Roger was still confused.

He had no idea who this woman was.

"Wait, who are you? What do you want?"

Nepheli's appearance was not friendly.

It broke through the church's glass and fell from the sky, and the first thing it did after it landed was to rush towards the gate.

When I saw the door was locked, the first thing I wanted to do was to take out the axe.

Without waiting for him to question anything.

There was another crackling sound, and the spirit wolf also broke the glass. Colorful glass fragments fell like water drops, and Roger subconsciously shrank to the wall.

Shards of glass fell on his hat.

This made him a little flustered.

The spirit wolves landed in the church hall and surrounded Nepheli, who was leaning against the church door, in a triangular shape.

"Since we are both Faded, please do me a favor." Nepheli shouted to Roger.

If she took on the wolf, the door wouldn't be able to open any time soon.

If you turn around and open the door, the wolf will definitely pounce on you.

Roger looked around somewhat bewilderedly.

The wolves didn't seem to notice him.

"Okay..." He gritted his teeth and swung his staff.

Although most faders prefer to work alone, they are happy to lend a hand if their fellow faders ask for help.

There is a kind of solidarity among the Faded Ones based on their identity, which is somewhat ethereal but real.

The power of Roger's pyroxene magic gravel seems to be a little unsatisfactory.

Mo Li flew over and knocked a spirit wolf off its feet for a few steps, and then the spirit wolves noticed him.

"here you go!"

Nepheli swung her axe, knocking Texas flying. After a brief respite from the attack, Nepheli pointed the axe blade at the door.

The storm wrapped around the axe blade.

It's just a door. It can't be stronger than a carriage, right?

Roger rolled around in a panic, dodging Hong's several attacks, and then saw this scene.

"Wait a minute, I have the key—"

late.

With a loud bang, the door was smashed to pieces by the sharp blade wrapped in the power of the storm.

but.

The wind does not blow from inside to outside.

But it blows from the outside to the inside.

Sawdust and nails were blown in by the strong wind.

Lappland whimpered and tried desperately to lie on the ground, but was still blown over by the strong wind.

Roger felt as if a strong and powerful wind like a wall was blowing towards him, blowing his hat off.

As for Nepheli?

She flew back several meters, one of the two axes even flew out of her hand, and she fell at Roger's feet.

When the wind eased a little, Nefeli raised her upper body in pain. Roger also opened his eyes that were blinded by the wind.

What caught my eye was a halberd with a military flag tied to it.

The heavily armored figure almost blocked the entire door of the chapel.

The old warrior with a long pale beard glanced at the two faded ones present with his one eye.

That was the murderous look that only a commander who had walked through mountains of corpses and seas of blood and achieved his success at the cost of countless lives could have.

Being stared at in that way, Roger felt the extremities of his limbs turning cold.

It was like a pika seeing a hawk, or like seeing a living ancient battlefield appear before it.

Nepheli felt her blood pumping.

This is a true warrior, a warrior who walks with the wind.

The veteran waved his own military flag. It was not just a flagpole, but a halberd that was much thicker than the ordinary halberd of the Lost Knights, with a bright red flag tied to it.

The halberd stabbed out with a whistling sound, and Nepheli rolled sideways, picking up another fallen axe.

A warrior's weapon is his second life.

Nefeli, holding two axes, fought with the old general who suddenly appeared. The moment their weapons collided, Nefeli was already at a disadvantage in strength.

Both have rough and ferocious fighting styles. Even though there is a difference in strength between the two sides, in Roger's view, the battle in front of him is still like a wrestling between a bull and a brown bear.

The old general stamped his feet fiercely, and the strong wind obeyed his call, turning into a powerful impact and slamming towards Nefeli.

Nefeli thought she was an excellent warrior who could fight against the storm, but the veteran was even stronger than her and controlled the storm as if by instinct. The wind pressure from his steps disrupted Nefeli's breath and dispersed the storm gathered on her axe blade.

Nepheli staggered back, but before she could launch a counterattack, the flagpole hit her hard in the chest.

'puff--'

A blood mist spurted out of Neferi's mouth.

Roger half covered his face with his hands and huddled in a corner of the church, trembling.

"I knew I shouldn't have helped!"

Twice.

The last time was in the city entrance tunnel. I took action without asking for the reason and ended up suffering a lot.

And this time, even if he was asked to help, the trouble he got into was completely beyond his ability to handle!

Why is it so difficult to be a kind person?

Roger watched the veteran walk towards Nepheli, holding the flagpole in his hand.

The opponent raised the flagpole and pointed the tip of the halberd at the female warrior.

"Should we take this opportunity to escape?"

A bold idea arose in Roger's mind.

But the fader is dying.

Damn it, he can’t save his own life and he doesn’t even know that woman.

Nepheli dodged the veteran's thrust, the tip of the halberd digging deep into the floor.

Roger took the opportunity to pass behind the veteran. The veteran turned his head slightly and saw the Faded One who was trying to take advantage of the situation from the corner of his eye.

The flags were swept across the sky, the wind blew off the ropes that bound them, and the scarlet flags fluttered.

It is difficult to see where the flagpole is or where the halberd blade is, and the military flag flutters in a dizzying manner.

“Bad luck, bad luck, bad luck—”

Roger wailed and dodged at the same time. The whistling military flags fanned the wind around him, making Roger's face sting as if it were being cut by a knife.

The military flag swept across his shoulders, and the cloth of the flag felt like a piece of iron plate being fanned against him.

Roger felt a burning pain where he was swept.

Nepheli tried to fight back, but the veteran's flag flashed in front of her, and before she could see clearly, the double axes in her hands flew out.

The veteran withdrew the big flag in his hand and knocked and pressed the end of the flagpole.

Roger received two heavy blows on the back and fell to the ground with stars in his eyes.

The veteran looked straight ahead again, took a big step forward, and kicked Nepheli.

The female warrior flew backwards, leaving a crack on the wall of the church.

Nefeli rolled her eyes and fell to the ground with a plop, like a torn sack filled with stones.

The old general's hawk-like eyes scanned other things in the church.

The tables, chairs and glass had long been blown to pieces by the strong wind.

When the three spirit wolves met the old general's gaze, they involuntarily took a few steps back.

"Humph."

Facing the beasts, the veteran raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"Lord Pompey!" A soldier shouted from behind him, "Lord Greg must keep him alive!"

"Oh!" Pompey spoke, and the air around him was shaking: "Tell that kid, I'm staying."

Pompey turned around, and the black cloak behind him swayed.

Chapter 12. Listen to the old general's story of the past

After Greg's assassination, the itinerary changed.

It's not that I'm worried about my own safety.

After all, when it comes to strength, there are probably few people in this city who can compare to Mia.