Knight of the Light

Legendary and non-legendary are two different things. The former has mastered the laws of nature, the more you master, the greater the energy you can manipulate. This is a way to gradually break away from the existence of mortals and lead to gods.

Knowing that Victor Hugo had been promoted to Legend, Farrell made a decisive decision to leave. He wasn't even in the mood to inform others, he just wanted to quickly return to his old nest, pack up and escape from the north.

"This is really hell. Why has no one ever said this?"

Farrell's brain went up and down. He turned his horse's head and doubted what Vitas said. Because there have been no legendary powerhouses in the North for decades, what if Vesta makes a mistake?

If it retreats, the aristocracy in the North will be completely destroyed. The Horn Fort will not be spared either. It is not bad for the Hemlock family to be exiled outside. This is to abandon all the long journey of prosperity.

After a moment of hesitation, a team of thousands of people came from the direction of the golden dome tent. Headed by it was Friedman himself. But those who followed him were all the exiles from the Oss Principality.

Farrell leaned in and shouted, trying to discuss with Friedman. But when the two were within ten meters, he felt frightened.

Friedman usually wears colorful costumes, even the armor inlaid with gold and jade, shining brightly.

But at this moment, his eyes are dark like deep holes, his face is gray and bloody, and his body armor is better like it has been stored in a tomb for many years, gray.

The patriarch of the Butcher family was full of death.

Farrell saw the opponent and couldn't help but pull back on the reins. Even Vesta was trembling, afraid to speak. They carefully distinguished, only to realize that the thousands of people who came with Friedman were all the same.

These people are all stiff and dead faces, without blinking their eyes, and without breathing, they rushed into the flames of the dense fog fortress. They did not fear, did not dodge, as if to sacrifice their lives.

Farrell and Vesta were horrified, but they were coerced by these guys and bit their heads forward.

This team of thousands of people is not afraid of death, and it really has set a path in the fierce fire. Especially the leader Friedman, whose majestic physique exudes a white biting chill in the fire.

Under the pressure of the cold, the raging flames were reduced in power, from a two- to three-meter-high wall of flames to a small flame that could not reach the knees, as if it could be stepped on with one foot.

The impact of thousands of people opened a huge gap in the sea of ​​fire. The nobles surrounding the fortress were unclear, so they only saw that the changes in the war were beneficial to them, so they shouted excitedly and rushed in.

Two or three thousand troops flooded into the gap. The leader Friedman wielded a black long sword, and with a single sword he could split the dwarven defender in heavy enchanted armor in half.

Behind Friedman, an earth giant was summoned from the ground by a noble wizard.

This huge and awkward guy just stomped his foot and a huge earthquake occurred on the ground. The tunnel fortifications excavated by the Kobolds collapsed in large areas following the conduction of seismic waves.

The earth giant raised his fists high and smashed the ground heavily, and the vibrational energy was transmitted to the foundation of the fortress. The wall made of rough wood and soil became loose, and after a few more punches, there was a faint tendency to collapse.

At this moment, the trapped Farrell began to raise a little hope again. He pulled the Master Vesta beside him, lowered his voice and asked, "Where is Victor Hugo? Didn't he say that he has entered the legend?"

Vesta was also looking around, but there was nothing to see in the dark night sky.

It was the earth giant showing off again. Under the gaze of thousands of nobles, it gradually accelerated in large strides, and moved straight forward with a body that seemed slow but savage and ferocious. It is about to collide with a section of the wall that has been shaken on the opposite side.

"Wow..., can you finally break this **** fortress?"

"The wall is going to collapse, the wall is going to collapse, the wall is going to collapse soon!"

"Boys, get your weapons ready, we will soon go in and slaughter the rebellious untouchables, take their property, kill their children, sleep their women, live in their houses!"

There are dozens of powerful and fierce nobles who consider themselves the champions of the three armies. They follow closely behind the earth giants, ready to grab the honor of entering the city first.

The footsteps of the earth giant are extremely heavy. It runs from 50 meters away, leaning forward more than ten meters from the wall, and its strong and hard head is lowered to act as a siege hammer...

The heavy footsteps are like the accelerating heartbeats of everyone on the scene, stepping on every node of contraction and relaxation. When the emotions of the nobles reached the highest point along with the node, a light fell from the sky.

No...not a light.

It is a figure waving wings. He landed with a sharp sword in his hand, and the sharp sword light pierced the rock-hard skull of the earth giant. The sword beam descended, cutting its thick and huge body until it sank into the ground.

The advance of the earth giants ended. It stopped a meter or two away from the wall, but staggered backwards. This elemental creature is not very intelligent, it stared at its huge eyes and couldn't see its opponent with a high belly button, and then divided it in half from beginning to end.

The noble warriors who were rushing stopped instantly and backed away in panic. They all sensed an aura of killing Lingran ahead, like a sharp blade, only a little closer to the stool, the skin hurts, liver and gallbladder colic, as if it would be cut into pieces.

The earth giant fell, and the nobles stepped back one after another. Only after careful identification did they recognize a young man with wings in front of him. After killing the earth giant, he fluttered up again, as if he had done a trivial thing.

Friedman with a dead face shouted: "Victor Hugo, come and fight me!"

The light-winged man didn't care, and went straight to the height of the camp where the nobles gathered, and flew towards the golden-topped tent.

Instead, the fortress wall that was about to collapse suddenly burst from the inside to the outside. The stone statue flew like an explosion. The nobles who were stuck outside the wall were beaten up by the blasting rocks, scurrying with their heads.

There was a fierce roar from the rocks, and an angry voice came from the wall, "You scum, what right do you have to be an enemy of my master?

Let the uncle "Jiying" come to play with you tonight. I want you to understand that death can also be very beautiful, it can be very beautiful, and it can be remembered forever! "

The heads of the beasts that mechanically walked dragons emerged from the dust of the rocks, followed by a violent wind technique that swept the dust into the sky. Xili stood on the back of the dragon, and the six-pipe ‘Gatling’ was ready to go. Irene stood behind the dragon, operating another six-pipe ‘Gatling’.

Behind the ground line dragon, Arcie led the melee personnel of Coldwind City to disperse the formation. Sophia is leading the two or three hundred spellcasters, and is using the circle to save big moves.

"Jiying" read the lines and appeared on the stage, and found that no one was applauding. It shook its hideous head angrily and shouted:

"Where did your screaming energy go? These are beautiful words that I came up with after thinking about it for half a month. You didn't respond at all. I want to kill you guys who don't like it."