Red Blood Dragon Knight

A few hundred meters above the dense fog, a dark fortress of undead warfare, like a black ghost, quietly suspended on the dark sky, overlooking the No. 2 Soldier Station under the thick fog on the ground. .

From the ground, there were fierce gunfire sounds, like bursts of thunder from near or far.

Looking down, the war fortress of the undead was looming in the thick fog, shuttled back and forth around the No. 2 Soldier Station, the light of the magic cannon crisscrossed and flickered in the thick fog.

I don't know how many war fortresses are besieging the No. 2 Army station on the ground.

On the ghostly war fortress, a black shadow wrapped in a black robe is watching the dense fog below intently, as if his eyes can penetrate the dense fog and observe the fierce battle on the ground.

His face was deeply hidden under the shadow of his hood, and he couldn't see clearly, but in the darkness, two faint green flames were beating in the part of the eyes.

At the same time, it also showed its identity-the noble lich among the immortal clan.

Lich, they have an endless life span, each with high mana, frightens everyone, and is the leader of dark spells and undead spells.

They are so powerful that they have almost ruled the world, even if the elemental spells, priests and knights work together, they can barely compete with them.

Even though two thousand years have passed, the whole world still lives in their shadows, panic-stricken. It is also because of fear that human beings have joined hands to destroy them at all costs.

More than two thousand years ago, there was no such creature as a lich in the world, and at best there were only a handful of magicians who studied life magic.

When the undead high priest appeared, this powerful race was brought into the world.

The undead high priest used immortality as the bait, and the wizards put him under his command.

Immortality has always been one of the ultimate pursuits of mankind.

For thousands of years, there have been so many mages whose lives are coming to an end, giving up their faith and throwing themselves into the embrace of darkness in order to obtain the immortal soul.

Today, no one knows how many liches are under the hands of the Undead High Priest. What is certain is that after two thousand years of development and growth, the number of liches must be very large.

Although in the last war, the liches who followed the high priest on the expedition to the human continent suffered heavy losses, the more well-known liches smashed into the sand one by one, and their souls dissipated in the world.

But to this day, there are still enough manpower to participate in this battle with humans.

Just as the Lich was thinking about it, a voice rang from behind.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency Edwood." A figure in the same costume came over and whispered.

The thoughtful figure raised its head, looked at the man, and slowly said, "My dear Willy Bald, is there anything wrong?"

"Yes, Lord Edwood." Willy Bald looked worriedly at the thick fog outside the war fortress and said: "We have been fighting for an hour, what should we do next?

Everyone is still waiting for your instructions. "

Although it has almost completely abandoned human emotions since it became a lich, it can't help but worry about the current situation.

Edwood was silent for a while, and then a hoarse voice sounded without emotion, and said, "How is the battle going now?"

Willy Bald let out a heavy sigh, shook his head and said: "It's not good, the fog is too big, our people can't let go.

And it seems that mankind has been prepared for a long time, our magic cannon is not a big threat to the human fortress. "

Edwood pondered for a moment, and said: "It won't work anymore. We must break the defense of mankind."

"Who said no..." Willy Bald's tone was full of anxiety, and said: "The swarm will not last a few days.

Heremans, who supervised the battle on the ground, said that if you can't break into a human fortress within two days and use humans as food, the bugs can no longer be controlled.

If there is no food supply, the bugs will kill each other and prey. "

Edwood's eyes flashed, and he said bitterly: "This group of brainless crawlers, we shouldn't have placed our hopes on them."

Willibald shook his head and said: "If we don't have them, we can't stop human beings from going north. The resting place of the Lord God will eventually be exposed.

They are still very useful so far. "

Edwood snorted noncommitantly, staring at the dense fog in front of him, and cursing these idiots with maggots in their heads.

With the emergence of Lorraine, with the rise of alchemy like a comet, humanity has undergone earth-shaking changes, and it is no longer the weak race before.

The undead is no longer powerful compared to humans armed with teeth.

Their advantage now lies in being in the dark.

Facing the enemy's offensive, what should be done is to lie down deeply, wait for the opportunity, and launch a guerrilla attack with the enemy, which consumes a large amount of the enemy's vital power.

It's not the way it is now, a head-on battle with the enemy recklessly.

Tens of millions of insect swarms and dozens of war fortresses were mobilized. They looked vigorous and terrifying, but in the end they couldn't swallow a temporary barracks built by the enemy.

I really should tie up all these idiots who are in charge of the decisive battle and send them to the Holy See of Light~!

Willy Bald didn't know what Edwood was thinking, but he was also very preoccupied.

Although he did not have Edwood's wise vision, he also knew that the humans used to struggle to draw a tie with the Lich, and later easily wiped out the flash army that invaded the mainland, and now they have stepped on the land of the dead. . After that, how long will they destroy all the liches, the seat of the high priest?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but fought a cold war, forcing himself to stop thinking about it.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly muttered in a low voice: "If Herod, Marcel, and Enes are still there, it will be fine."

"Huh?" Edwood snorted and glanced back at him.

The chill in his eyes was as cold as a knife.

Willie Bald suddenly woke up and said something wrong.

The liches he mentioned were the best in the group, but they all died in the human continent during the second War of the Saints not long ago and never returned.

And they have one thing in common. They were once strong competitors to the Lich Edwood.

Especially Herod, for a long time, has been competing with Edwood in front of the undead high priest. The two people fought fiercely.

He said in front of Edwood that he hoped those few would live, but the implication was that Edwood was not as capable as those few.

Didn't it just commit Edwood's big taboo.

Willibald explained quickly: "Your Excellency, I didn't mean that, I mean, if they are still there, we...we will be stronger."

After speaking, I couldn't help feeling the tightness in my body.

Edwood was notoriously small-minded among liches, his last name was narrow, jealous, and capricious.

Although all the lich surnames are very cruel, vengeful, and narrow-minded, they can be judged by their likes as surly surnames, I can imagine how unflattering Edwood is.

Of course, if it were not for such a perverse surname, he would not dare to come up with the crazy idea of ​​hijacking a dragon.

Sometimes I can’t help but admire the treacherous fate.

It was precisely because he robbed the dragon clan that he attracted the attention of the great magician Lester, and then went to Lorraine for investigation. Then Lorraine was born.

If not, the dignified Lord Flying Eagle and God of War is still squatting in the countryside, eating old corn and marrying a fat daughter-in-law. Give birth to a few light-fed sheep-herding babies and spend their entire lives doing nothing.

Or be a happy screenwriter and director in some theater company, write a lot of street scripts, and sometimes unspoken rules about beautiful actresses. It is also a lifeless life.

Willy Bald gave Edwood a cowardly peek, for fear that Edwood would send him to the ground to attack the human fortress in a rage, it would be no different from sending him to death.

Edwood glanced at him, and unexpectedly from Willy Bald, he actually laughed.

He raised his hand, patted Willy Bald's shoulder lightly, and said leisurely: "I know what you mean, my dear Willy Bald, if Herod was there, it would be wonderful. "

If he could sweat, Willy Bald would already have a cold sweat. He lowered his head timidly and whispered: "Yes, sir."

Like all worlds, the world of the wizard follows the law of the jungle where the weak eat the strong and the strength is respected. People with low skills can only make promises in front of masters.

Edwood looked at the deep darkness outside the window and muttered, "It's so boring to play this game alone."

The tone was quite depressed.

Now the lich on the wasteland is headed by him, and no one will compete with him for the position of the undead high priest to sit down as the number one lich, but Edwood can't lift the spirit.

Those big people who once stunned the situation are dead, and even have no place to be buried. Only if he is still alive, he has become the de facto winner.

However, Edwood was not happy. When standing on the peak of the victors and looking back, he suddenly found that compared with life and death, their previous struggles were a farce like children's play.

I'm afraid that the undead high priest thought that way, and let them fight each other.

After I figured it out, Edwood felt that these wars, battles, and other things were very boring. As a genius mage from Fengye Danlin and one of the most outstanding doctors in the history of the college, he should have a higher pursuit.

What Willy Bald said, if it were the former Edwood, he would be furious, give him a good-looking, let him remember the last name.

But now Edwood only finds it very funny: Your Willy Bald's level is only so high, my current state, you don't understand~!

Edwood shook his head and said, "This kind of offense can't break the human defense. Forget it, go back. We must come up with a new plan."

Willie Bald breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that Edwood really didn't care about his offense, and even now, the energy of the war fortress will not last long.

After more than an hour of indiscriminate bombing, the undead returned again without success and gave up the attack.

With a sharp howl, groups of black war fortresses rose from the dense fog, formed into teams in the air, and flew quickly toward the north.

Edwood looked at the war fortress that accompanies him and shook his head slightly. This is all the remaining power of the once glorious immortal family.

Think about the fact that the undead had nearly three hundred war fortresses when they first set off on a large continent.

Only two years later, there are more than 80 seats left.

On the other hand, humans have built more than three hundred war forts, almost occupying the entire sky.

If it were not for the fog, the undead would not even dare to come out.

Edwood gave a sorrowful laugh, quite a feeling of vicissitudes, but all this happened in just three years.

For the life experience of the liches for hundreds of years, two years is just a time to sleep.

The group of war fortresses headed north, and a few hours later, before the early morning sun rose, a land covered with ice and snow appeared under the war fortress.

The war fortress of the undead began to lower in height, and finally the black war fortress fell straight on the white ground, followed by the ice and snow that broke the ground, slowly sinking.

Just like a brick sinking into the water, the ice and snow on the surface did not hinder the war fortress.

Soon, all the war fortresses disappeared on the snow, the snow was still white and spotless, leaving no trace of the undead.

A few minutes later, Edwood walked down from the war fort and looked up and forgot to glance at the white dome hundreds of meters above him.

Not to mention that you can't see the deep valley hidden under the ice and snow from the sky. Even if you walk into this area, you can't find the weirdness hidden underground.

Willibald walked up to him, and also looked up, and said with emotion: "Every time I look at it, I think this is a miracle."

Edwood said in a respectful tone: "How can your majesty the **** seat be able to match us?"

Willibald said bitterly: "But His Majesty was still injured by a humble human."

"It was just accident." Edwood said: "I believe that the final victory belongs to us."

The liches who had walked down from the war fort gathered together and slowly walked into a magnificent cave gate.

Just walking into the gate, a scorching wave of air rushed out, blowing the liches in black robes; hunting and dancing.

This violent heat wave lasted for two minutes and stopped abruptly, and then an icy breath blew in from outside the cave.

One cold and one hot, one in and one out, alternating every few minutes, as if a person's breathing is regular, very weird.

The Lich in the cave greeted him and asked loudly, "How is it?"

The liches who had returned from the battle shook their heads, their faces showing no interest.

The atmosphere in the cave was very low for a while.

A feeling of dead end haunted the Liches.

The human coalition forces are now less than three thousand miles south of them, and they are about to hit their final nest.

Up to now, they have used all the methods, but they are still helpless with human beings.

It was their last fight. If they couldn't defeat humans, there would be a day when humans would surely be able to kill them. It would be the last word of all Liches.

Death has never been so close to them.

Many liches secretly regretted why they followed the undead high priest to this damned Jedi.

If you had slipped away quietly, you could hide in a deep mountain and old forest in the Semitic Continent, and hide for hundreds of years.

Many liches and dark spells do this.

At the beginning, they laughed at that group of people would be caught and killed by humans one day, but now it seems that they are stupid.

I originally thought that humans could not find the island of the dead, but I didn't expect humans to find it in just one year.

I thought that worms could eat up humans—these worm swarms from outside worlds had eaten up several worlds. I didn’t expect that the human firepower was so sharp that they would actually block them.

I really should have slipped away early.

Maybe it's not too late to slip away?

Edwood passed through the thoughtful liches, looked at them dejected, sneered, and said loudly: "A bunch of cowards."

Liches raised their heads, and countless pairs of green eyes looked at him faintly.

Although Edwood is presiding over the overall situation at this moment, it does not mean that the Liches like him.

In fact, no one liked him.

Edwood raised his head proudly, looking at the dense black liches in front of him, and said: "You are all cowards, cowards, and it was a waste of God's seat to give you life."

Everyone knew that Edwood was an avid fan of the Undead High Priest, and climbed up by flattering.

"You better speak clearly, Edwood." There was a thick warning from the crowd.

Some liches don't take Edwood seriously, the undead high priest can't afford to be seriously injured, and if they are anxious, they really dare to kill Edwood.

Edwood let out a long laugh and raised his voice: "Don't forget who gave your life. At the critical moment, you are actually scared.

We have no retreat~! "

Everyone was silent, and of course they knew that there was a cliff behind them.

Edwood said loudly: "Dela Zerg can only support the last few days, and our war fortress only has enough energy crystals for a few times. If we can't win within two days, we are really finished."

The liches looked at each other. They didn't expect the situation to be so serious that they could only hold on for a few more days. After a few days, the human race would once again triumph northward.

Edwood said: "The war has reached its final juncture. Victory is in sight. You are actually afraid."

"Do you have a way to beat humans?" someone asked aloud ~www.wuxiaspot.com~Yes," Edwood said: "Not only do I have a way to beat humans, but we must beat humans. For us, this battle fortress can only win without fail.

I have found the weakness of human beings. In the next battle, we have to overcome all of them. All of us, leaving no one behind, will all go to the battlefield.

We have hundreds of people, we are not afraid of human cannons and bullets, and there are only dozens of mages in the human fortress, and we can break through the human fortress in just tens of minutes.

By eliminating the human army, I can guarantee that no one will dare to set foot on this land in the next few decades. "

Liches, look at me and I look at you, half believing Edwood's words.

"Are you sure you can win?"

Edwood smiled contemptuously, and said: "Either sit here and wait for death, or you have to let me go. Do you think there are other options?

If you don't work hard now, two days later, you won't even have the chance to work hard. "

Willy Bald thought for a moment and said loudly: "I agree, we will fight against humans, and the future will be ours if we win. Even if we lose, will we be worse by the present?"

"Yes, go and fight with them. There is a fortress of low-level creatures around, and there is a charge of the Dera Zerg, and hundreds of us can't get it."

"It's worth a fight."

Edwood smiled triumphantly, raised a bone finger, and said loudly: "This is our last battle. I believe that victory must belong to us immortals." (To be continued.)