Cthulhu Gonfalon

"The weather is good today, the sun is very good." Crick looked up at the sky, reached out and covered the glare of the sun, and said with a smile, "I thought the north would be very cold, and the result was fine."

Spencer sighed and turned his gaze to the orc position in the distance. I saw that the army was boundless and the military was so majestic that it was daunting. Looking back on my side, there were quite a lot of people, but the situation was obviously scattered. The momentum is scattered, and there is no feeling of integration.

It's like a piece of steel and a stone. It looks almost the same size and seems to be quite strong. In fact, the gap is very big. The two hit hard and hard, one or two will be nothing more than a few times, the broken must be stone.

"You laughed at this time, and it was really amazing!" He sighed and said to his friends. "After playing, I will find a chance to charge toward the banner of the orc emperor. You can thousand Don't be foolish to keep up!"

"Hey? I thought we were friends, didn't we?" Crick made a stunned look. "As one of my only best friends, if you see the honor, you will shamelessly throw away the Knights Code and want to swallow it." Is it?"

The Spencer was ridiculed by his look of horror and anger, and slammed his shoulders with force: "When are you, you are still telling jokes. Are you not a scholar, but a bard?"

"I am a believer in a long-standing song. Would it be normal to have a poet's ability?" Crick smiled and licked his shoulder. "Good friend, this is probably our life." Once and for the last time, I will fight side by side. Let me share your honor a little bit."

"Is there something to be done to find this kind of thing?"

"Don't you not charge with you, you can't die?" Crick sneered. "It's also dead. It's better to go with you to charge. I used to hear a passage from a bard. 'Escape is also dead. The battle is also dead. Since it is all dead, it is better to do a big vote, and death must be so violent. 'What do you think of this?"

"Very good, it is too long as the epitaph." The Spencer nodded and smiled and said, "I have already explained it. My epitaph is 'from birth to death, he is always like a knight'. ""

Crick raised his eyebrows: "Then my epitaph is ‘He lives like a poet, but he can die like a knight’. How do you see it?”

The Spencer was silent and sighed: "It’s a pity! I will go to the kingdom of the lonely guardian. You will go to the godland of the long-lost song. Otherwise, we have a chance to have a drink for such a wonderful epitaph. It."

"Why are you talking about such a bad topic?" next to a knight yelling, "I didn't intend to die here! I also plan to take the orc's head and hang it in my living room, waiting for the old sword. When you can't move, point to it and brag to my children and grandchildren!"

Crick and the Spencer laughed together, and the surrounding knights laughed.

Under the arm of the Orc Army, Emperor Younijo watched the human race and couldn’t help but laugh.

"Your Majesty, what do you think of happy things?" the guard asked curiously.

"The victory is close at hand, of course, happy." The emperor said with a smile. "If you look at the enemy, there are many people, but the formation is very chaotic. The striker and the Chinese army are obviously out of touch; although the two wings are elite, the number is not enough; The army is in a mess, and it looks like a civil servant. Look at our side, not only are there more people than they are, but the battle is much more tidy than them. The battle is not necessary, and the outcome is clear."

The guards looked at both sides, and it was true. They couldn’t help but laughed: "Your Majesty is really wise! I have seen the victory without opening it!"

However, at this time, the sorrow of the grass robes opened: "What is absolutely absolute about this kind of thing? If you can judge the outcome by watching the strength and formation of the two sides, then the humans are still in the wizard. The times."

She said that Lanperus led the new magical army and the wizard army. In the wizard army, there were more than ten legendary powerhouses, nearly 100 high-level wizards, middle-level wizards and wizards. The number of secret warriors trained is thousands, and it is supported by a well-equipped and well-equipped army. On the side of the New Magic Army, the legendary strongman is only one of the people of Lamperus. The famous masters such as Sad Wind and Ibrahimovic were still only high-ranking masters. The number of troops was much less and the equipment was poor. Many, although the morale is high, the degree of training is indeed far less than the other side.

According to the Emperor Youni, the result of that battle should be a victory for the Wizards. But in fact, the two sides went through a desperate fight, and the last laugh was the new magic army led by Lamperus.

Although the tragic wind and the teacher parted ways because of the disagreement of the concept, she always followed the teacher and defeated the wizarding era. At this moment, when I heard the emperor’s remarks, I couldn’t help but think of the past and couldn’t help but sarcasm.

The emperor's face sank and frowned, but he did not refute it, and even used his gaze to stop the angry guard.

The majesty of the orc emperor is totally ineffective for people like the Great Wind Druid. She said what she thought, unless she intended to turn her face, she could only endure it.

What's more, even if you turn your face? He can feel the sadness of the Great Druid is also the strongest who has crossed the door of immortality, unless he violates the command of the swallowing dog, untie the hidden power seal, or even take the forbidden rod, Not necessarily able to leave her.

This great druid is not only the top power of natural spells, but also the top figure in the field of magic, and is also a powerful ranger, no matter whether it is a melee or a spell, there is no weakness. More importantly, even if he is, there is no way to determine that the "sorrowful druid" standing here is her own, not a avatar.

Many of the strongmen who have crossed the door of immortality like to hide their bodies in a safe place, concentrate on pursuing the gods, and usually only send out avatars in the world, perhaps the tragic winds are also...

On the other side, Woods Igor looked at the orc army's stable formation like a mountain, and frowned deeply.

He knows that most of this battle is to lose.

However, he must fight!

As the king of the eagle kingdom, others can admit defeat and he can't.

What's more... death, what are you afraid of?

Thinking of his majesty's promise to himself, he couldn't help but smile.

The knights next to the king saw the smile underneath such a disadvantage, and could not help but rejoice. Although they can see the disadvantages of the situation, although they can't think of any way to win, at least their morale has improved.

Among the sky, the two air forces that took off in advance were facing each other. On the human side are giant eagle, gryphon and air knights, and the orcs are flying Warcraft and Air Force knights.

In terms of quantity, the orc's air knight is not particularly large, but flying World of Warcraft has an absolute advantage over the giant eagle and the gryphon. According to the general law, human beings can withstand such battles at first, but when the knights lose more, they can't stand it.

Leon, riding a gryphon, didn't care much about the flying World of Warcraft and Air Force Knight in the opposite sky. His eyes were on the ground, watching the man under the Golden Eagle.

I haven't seen it for decades, and that person is old. At first he was only ten years older than himself, and he is still young as he is now, but he has already had two white spots. The years left a deep trace on his body, washing away the sharpness of the past, leaving only the twilight.

If you only look at the back, it’s really a bit like a grandfather...

Leon sighed in his heart, clenching his hand with a magical gem, and adding a "lightening" effect to the scimitar.

This machete is the relic of the Orc Empire's first assassin, Altai, and his trophy. In the previous scouting battle, he has used this scimitar to cut the heads of more than thirty orc warriors. Ryan’s killing leopard won the name of Hehewei. So now he is a member of the most expensive Air Force knight in the Eagle Kingdom, riding a royal gryter that is comparable to the high-end Warcraft. This gryphon is not as gray as the average gryphon. Only the head is white, but the whole body is covered with white feathers. The feathers on the top of the head are golden, just like wearing a crown. The name "The Royal Griffin" comes from this.

Obviously this gryphon is not the type that has been trained for a long time. It was very unwilling to accept this knight at first. But when it felt the real breath that Leon had revealed a little, it immediately became tame and obedient, just like training for a long time.

No one knows why this is except for Leon and this gryphon who can't talk.

Leon gently touched the feathers on the back of the lion's back and whispered to it: "When you hit it, just rush forward, don't entangle with those who are not worth mentioning, know?"

The griffon nodded and made a cheerful call.

As a powerful creature known for its bravery, its favorite is offense, offense and offense. In particular, attack those powerful enemies, knock them down, tear them with powerful iron shovel and claws, and cheer in the blood.

Your own knight is not only the owner of the eagle descendants, but also has a strong and comfortable atmosphere, and it has a strong and fearless courage. This is really an appetite for it!

Leon couldn't help but laugh when he heard the joy of the mount.

"You guy," he said. "It’s just a gryphon, but it has a dragon heart!"

The clever lion cub understood his praise and responded with a screaming scream.

At this moment, the army of the orc empire moved and slowly advanced toward the front.

That is the command of the offensive.

The next moment, the flag of the Eagle Kingdom also moved in a tit-for-tat manner, pushing forward without any weakness.

The soldiers on both sides issued a deafening roar and launched a charge toward death or victory.

The murderous sky, even the bright sunshine is eclipsed.