Throne of the North

When the warthog carrying the mountain appeared, the face of the commander of the Eiffel Legion had changed, and he felt a huge pressure.

This was inevitable. Who would have thought that a mountain would grow on the back of a warthog?

What kind of terrible power does it have?

Eiffel didn't want to try, but the warthog carrying the mountain had stood up. It looked at the Yulong Legion in the sky and made a low call.

So, a terrible devouring force enveloped the Yulong Legion. The powerful sub-dragon soldiers struggled in the sky at this moment, but the increasingly terrible devouring force made them closer and closer to the earth, close to the warthog carrying the mountain.

"Legendary domain, it has a legendary domain."

Eiffel was shocked, because this is a power to rewrite the rules. In the domain, everything must follow its will.

The legendary domain also has another name, that is, the demigod throne. The warthog in front of him is definitely not a demigod, because Surtur of the dusk will not allow it. It is the other party's people. All power comes from the leader of the dusk, Surtur who is reborn from the ashes.

The Yulong army struggled, but they were getting closer and closer to the ground and the mountain. When the Yulong was only a few meters away from the ground, tens of thousands of warthog orc warriors on the mountain on the back of the warthog carrying the mountain finally moved.

The roar that resounded through the sky fell, and thousands of warthog orcs fell from the huge mountain like dumplings. Their sharp fangs and the bone knives on their arms easily pierced the defense of the thick feathers on the surface of the Yulong.

The blood dyed the white Yulong body red in an instant. Many ants bite elephants to death, but these warthog orc warriors were not just ants. They were ferocious vultures, tearing open the defense of the Yulong frantically.

Finally, the first Yulong couldn't bear it anymore. A warthog orc warrior stabbed his weapon into its heart, and the holy light in his body surged, trying to save the dying Yulong, but more and more warthog orc warriors approached, biting the Yulong's flesh and blood, and the bone blades cut more wounds, consuming the morning light holy light in the Yulong's body.

The vitality of the feather dragon continued to disappear, just like the blood bar that kept shrinking, and the knights behind him had to take action.

The divine arts in the hands of the feather dragon knights kept falling, but the feather dragons were too close to the ground. Perhaps they were still the undisputed kings on the ground, but they still couldn't compete for the huge number of warthog orc warriors. They jumped up, and their legs like ice picks deeply pierced the flesh of the feather dragon, and then climbed up.

Facing the threat at hand, the feather dragon knights had to give up the divine arts and draw out the knight's long sword. They were the dawn knights of the church, and they were stronger than many knights at the same level.

The long sword clashed with the bone blade, and one, two, and three warthog orc warriors fell from the back of the feather dragon, but more warthog orc warriors still pierced the chest of the knight with the bone blade.

Blood gushed out, and the knights did not have the blessing of resurrection, and their bloody bodies fell towards the feather dragon.

Bang!

The huge corpse of the feather dragon fell to the ground, but even so, the corpse was still moving slowly towards the warthog carrying the mountain on its back. It was the devouring power that led it.

Finally, the feather dragon came to the warthog. The huge warthog beast that had walked for a day and a night needed a huge amount of nutrition, so it opened its bloody mouth like the abyss and swallowed the feather dragon.

As if eating wild fruits, the feather dragon tamed by the power of dawn made its expression change a little, and it seemed to be more delicious than the food it had eaten before.

It must need more nutrition to maintain its awakening, otherwise it will enter a new round of sleep, so the tens of thousands of warthog orc warriors are attacking the feather dragon more and more fiercely.

"Kill them all!"

The warthog orc warriors were roaring. No matter what tribe they were, as long as they were orcs, they would have a chance to fall into rage when facing the stimulation of blood. The blood of the feather dragon was so powerful that it made them excited and excited. Hunting such prey, these warthog orc warriors were reveling.

The head of the Eiffel Legion was furious. Every feather dragon in the Feather Dragon Legion was an invaluable treasure of the Church, but now they were struggling on the brink of death. They could not exert their full strength and were under siege.

But he could not help them. The warthog carrying the mountain on its back was staring at Eiffel. It felt the avalanche-like blood and qi in Eiffel's body, which was stronger than those feather dragons.

So, a huge shadow covered Eiffel on the earth. The legion leader looked up. There was no huge monster in the sky casting a shadow, so the enemy came from-

Boom! ! ! !

Like a volcanic eruption, the earth exploded from the depths, and a huge warthog head rushed out from the depths of the earth and rushed towards Eiffel. Due to the existence of the legendary field, Eiffel, the legend, could not take off. He could only watch the warthog head composed of dusk power crash into him.

The terrifying fangs were bent, emitting a sharp edge that could penetrate metal. Eiffel held the greatsword in both hands, stood on the back of the feather dragon and wielded his legendary fighting skills.

The greatsword slashed on the warthog's head, making a deafening roar. The extremely terrifying shock force made the feathers of the feather dragon under Eiffel's feet stand up. Eiffel's flesh and blood were shaken, and the bones of his arms were covered with dense cracks. The soft state spread throughout his body.

This is the power of the warthog that carries the mountain on its back. It can even carry the mountain on its back, and can even walk and run. How powerful is it?

Eiffel was a little scared, and he was furious when he saw the falling dragons, but the power of this warthog made it difficult for him to move forward.

Taking a deep breath, his eyes gradually turned white.

The Three Thousand Feathered Dragons will never allow their entire army to be annihilated here. As a legend of the Holy See, his power as Eiffel is unimaginable to others.

"Even if you are a demigod today, you will be buried with Yulong."

"The flames of morning will lash your soul forever!"

"Unforgivable!!!"

When the last words came out, Eiffel's voice had become majestic and sacred. He slowly rose into the sky. At this moment, he was no longer affected by the legendary realm. Above the sky, even if it was about to enter the dark night, the afterglow of the sun still shined. Coming down, bathing in the radiance of the Lord of the Morning, the power in Eiffel's body increased steadily.

The big sword in his hand was raised, and pure white light bathed the legendary weapon, so the dim world seemed to be divided into two. The dazzling sword light became the only thing under the sky, like a portal. Divide day and night.

"Evil existence, heresy at dusk, you will face the judgment of the morning!"

The sword was swung, and the bright light that tore through the dark sky also swung and landed on the head of the warthog carrying the mountain on its back.

The warthogs are huge and the mountains are majestic, but the Lord of the Morning hangs eternally at the end of the world and at the highest point of the sky.

The snow-white light fell with the force of thunder, oppressing the earth, setting off huge waves and dispersing countless dust and gravel.

"Heretic, you will suffer the dawn——[Holy Judgment]!"

At this moment, the snow-white light turned into golden yellow, and the sword slashed down at the warthog carrying the mountain on its back. As Eiffel said, even demigods must bow their heads in front of the sword light of the Holy Judge.

The warthog carrying the mountain on its back roared, and the divine power in its body condensed into a complete and huge warthog that rushed towards the sky without being affected by gravity. This was its method of attack. It believed that its power was enough to destroy everything, but in the face of the giant warthog above its head, it roared. The golden sword, its power felt fragile and decayed for the first time.

The warthog condensed by divine power was shattered in front of the holy judge, and the golden sword was about to descend on the mountain on the warthog's back.

Seeing this critical moment, Hernan on another mountain took action. In his body, the power left by Surtur in the last dusk turned into gray flames, and the flames wrapped around the warts carrying the mountain. The pig turned into a vague barrier between darkness and light.

Hernan's feet were suspended and he opened his hands, as if embracing the great being. The surging power in his body turned into a barrier for the warthog carrying the mountain on its back, resisting the golden holy judgment falling from the sky.

Eiffel is right. This sword is difficult for any legend to break, even for demigods. But the problem is that there is a real god on this battlefield. Even if he just looks down, the only remaining god is The strength is enough to block the Holy Judgment of the Morning Sun.

A dark crack opened in the ground. The warthog's limbs knelt down, and one leg fell into the crack. The power of the Holy Inquisitor overwhelmed it, and there were a large number of mountains connected to the flesh and blood on its back. The rocks rolled down, knocking down hundreds of warthog orcs on the ground.

As for the warthog orcs who were still on the mountain peak, it was even worse. They were all good as they swayed here and there. Most of them fell directly from the sky during the pouring process of the mountain peak and hit the ground and turned into a puddle of flesh. .

For the warthog orcs, this is undoubtedly the beginning of the destruction of the world. For the entire battlefield, landslides and landslides, the aftermath of the terrible force have completely destroyed the mountains and fields, and the trees and shrubs rooted in the earth have been torn away. It stood up and fell to the ground hundreds of meters away, shattering.

This was a disaster, but it also marked the failure of the commander of the Eiffel Army. He looked at the intact warthog carrying the mountain on his back, his face pale, and the feather dragon under him felt his state, and did not look back. Flying towards the southern sky, it was also seriously injured. After all, if you want to avoid being completely controlled by the legendary realm, you have to fight.

With the departure of the legion commander, the remaining knights of the Feathered Dragon Legion also began to call for the Feathered Dragon to retreat. However, in front of the crazy warthog orc warriors, and in the mountain warthog realm that still maintains the legendary realm, no feathered dragon can escape from this. weight and threat.

The sky gradually darkened, gradually submerging the light of the day. Before the lady of the moon rose, the light of morning had already disappeared from the world. On the dark battlefield, the warthog orc warriors tore apart the feathered dragon. The flesh and blood, the wail of the Yalong and the fleeting holy light witnessed the end of the war.

"I will sleep again..."

The warthog carrying the mountain on its back said that every time it wakes up, it consumes too much energy. These feathered dragons do not entirely belong to it. It can even be said that more of them are sacrifices of Surtur at Dusk, so it must Sleep again, otherwise extreme hunger will kill it.

It can only live in a deep sleep state without eating.

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Burning gray flames filled Eiffel's pupils, and the erosion of dusk made him struggle to resist, not only him, but also the feathered dragon beneath him.

Facing a truly great being, how could one only defend without attacking? Surtur's anger allowed the flames of dusk to erode Eiffel. The moment the legion commander returned to the royal city, he was destined to return to the Holy Mountain to receive the baptism of the dawn, and dispel the power of dusk with the glory of the Lord of Dawn.

The quality was so high that the cardinal and Pastor Soto were helpless.

"Three thousand feather dragon knights, just wiped out like this?"

The cardinal was extremely angry. He wanted to blame Eiffel, but the other party's state also made him understand that this was definitely not a simple failure. Surtur's power caused heavy losses to the extraordinary legion of the Church.

"The Feather Dragon Legion must not die here. You take them back to the Holy Mountain. You have lost three thousand feather dragon knights. The Church will not arrange any more tasks for you in the next few decades."

Three thousand feather dragon knights died, and there are still five thousand feather dragon knights left, but this kind of thing cannot be measured by numbers!

Let alone three thousand, even if three hundred feather dragon knights died, the Church would not allow the Feather Dragon Corps to fight again within three to five years. The configuration of eight thousand feather dragon corps consumed countless resources and wealth of the Church.

Want to train three thousand feather dragons and three thousand feather dragon knights again? The latter is easy to say, but the former may be difficult to recover even in a hundred years. They are feather dragons, sub-dragon extraordinary soldiers.

The loss of three thousand, a few numbers, is not enough to tell the loss of the Church this time.

In other words, the war with the Empire on the edge of the West Sea has been fought for so long, and the losses are not as bad as the blow brought to the Church by the death of three thousand feather dragon knights!

It is so serious.

The Feather Dragon Corps must not stay here, and must return to the Holy Mountain for recuperation. Moreover, due to the state of the Eiffel Corps Commander, it is not suitable to stay in the kingdom.

"The alien god has consumed all of his power."

Eiffel said this at last, and then when the sky just got light and the morning light fell on the earth, dispelling the darkness, the Yulong Legion went far away in the direction of light, leaving this land of right and wrong.

On the same day, the tyrannical orcs continued to move southward, threatening the Andara Royal City.

To the north of the Royal City, there is naturally a line of defense. That line of defense was originally used to defend against the foreigners from the north. Unlike the empty Xiangshan Plain Fortress in the North Wind Province, this line of defense did not cut corners.

Dozens of solid fortresses are the unbeatable line of defense to block the orcs from the north, but there is a biggest problem in it.

This line of defense is not there, it can resist the orcs from the north.

It needs people, a large number of soldiers and slaves, and uses a hard offensive to fight against the barbaric orcs.

And the most difficult thing for the Andara Kingdom to organize now is also people.

"Quick, tell all the nobles my order, and ask them to send troops to the north to defend against the orcs!"

Inside the palace, the new king of Andara, McPherson, roared heartbreakingly. He was really terrified. The orcs were close at hand, but so far none of the nobles' troops had arrived.

"Let the Church, let Pastor Soto send the Church's troops to the north. Didn't he recently form a church-protecting army?"

"Also, send all the slaves in the royal city to the north and let them stop the orcs. If they can't stop them, I will hang them on the stumps!"

The new king's fear turned into anger. The taste of power intoxicated him. He frantically ordered the people of the kingdom to fight against the invading orcs.

The new king's order was still somewhat useful. For example, the nobles who were close to the royal city actively sent troops to form an army of 20,000 to go to the defense line to resist the attack of the warthog orcs.

Further away, the effect is limited, but there are still many scattered troops advancing towards the north of the royal city. The nobles of the kingdom are not Grand Duke McReynolds, and they cannot resist the king's orders.

However, the northern defense line has been frightened by the news sent back every day since the first day of the war.

They began to be occupied by large areas of land by warthogs in the north, countless people were killed, and all wealth and food were plundered. Even among them, some humans were also one of the rations of warthogs. Orcs living in the cold winter in the north never care about what they eat.

Gradually, the defense line began to fail, because there were too few people. Most of the soldiers sent by the nobles were slaves. Although they had experienced the previous war, their means and courage to fight were still there.

But facing the hideous and tall warthogs is a challenge in itself. The gap in strength, even if it is made up with wisdom, still cannot change the disadvantage of numbers. Instead, the defense line continues to collapse.

In the desperate situation where their lives were threatened, some nobles in the north began to shout at the top of their lungs, questioning the king's majesty.

"Why did the orcs attack so smoothly!"

"You are the king, you are responsible for the lives of the nobles. My territory is in danger. Maybe tomorrow it will be invaded by orcs. I don't see any reinforcements from the king to help me fight against the orcs' army!"

The nobles were angry and began to denounce the king's inaction in fear.

McPherson had to respond while being angry. He respectfully came to the queen's bedroom, but the queen here was not his queen, but the old king's queen, Grand Duke Leta's sister.

"Mother, the Leta family must send troops. Only the witch and ghost army can fight against the invasion of the orcs."

Inside the palace, the voice of Queen Leta came.

"I am already a woman of the Andara royal family. There is no more connection between me and the Leta family. My words are not enough to command my brother, the Grand Duke."

Macpherson became angry at this moment. All the pressure made him, the king, at a loss. All the accusations seemed to be awakening his incompetence, which was an absolute insult to a king.

He didn't dare to speak in front of the nobles, because he didn't do any of those questions.

When facing the members of the royal harem, he finally broke out.

"This place doesn't belong to you, get out of my palace!!!"

The king roared hysterically and drove away the old king's queen. He finally found an opportunity to explode his own king's majesty and incompetence in front of the fact.

But what he didn't know was that this scene fell into the eyes of the nobles and became another representative of stupidity and incompetence.